Burke, however, as usual, paid no heed to the niceties of
sentiment. They had small place in his concerns as an official
of police. His sole ambition just now was to fix the crime
definitely on the perpetrator.
"You'll swear he killed him?" he asked, briskly, well content
with this concrete result of the entanglement.
Mary subtly evaded the question, while seeming to give
unqualified assent.
"Why not?" she responded listlessly.
At this intolerable assertion as he deemed it, Edward Gilder was
reanimated. He sat rigidly erect in his, chair. In that
frightful moment, it came to him anew that here was in verity the
last detail in a consummate scheme by this woman for revenge
against himself.
"God!" he cried, despairingly. "And that's your vengeance!"
Mary heard, and understood. There came an inscrutable smile on
her curving lips, but there was no satisfaction in that smile, as
of one who realized the fruition of long-cherished schemes of
retribution. Instead, there was only an infinite sadness, while
she spoke very gently.
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