"They'll be here in a
minute. When they come in, pretend you just came here in order
to meet me. Try, Mary. You must, dearest!" Then, again, his
voice rose to loudness, as he continued. "Why, I've been trying
all day to see you. And, now, here we are together, just as I
was beginning to get really discouraged.... I know my father will
eventually----"
He was interrupted by the swift swinging open of the hallway
door. Burke stood just within the library, a revolver pointed
menacingly.
"Hands up!--all of you!" The Inspector's voice fairly roared the
command.
The belligerent expression of his face vanished abruptly, as his
eyes fell on Dick standing by the couch and Mary reclining there
in limp helplessness. His surprise would have been ludicrous but
for the seriousness of the situation to all concerned. Burke's
glance roved the room sharply, and he was quickly convinced that
these two were in fact the only present spoil of his careful
plotting. His face set grimly, for the disappointment of this
minute surged fiercely within him.
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