"I don't want vengeance--now!" she said.
"But they'll try my boy for murder," the magnate remonstrated,
distraught.
"Oh, no, they can't!" came the rejoinder. And now, once again,
there was a hint of the quizzical creeping in the smile. "No,
they can't!" she repeated firmly, and there was profound relief
in her tones since at last her ingenuity had found a way out of
this outrageous situation thrust on her and on her husband.
Burke glared at the speaker in a rage that was abruptly grown
suspicious in some vague way.
"What's the reason we can't?" he stormed.
Mary sprang to her feet. She was radiant with a new serenity,
now that her quick-wittedness had discovered a method for
baffling the mesh of evidence that had been woven about her and
Dick through no fault of their own. Her eyes were glowing with
even more than their usual lusters. Her voice came softly
modulated, almost mocking.
"Because you couldn't convict him," she said succinctly. A
contented smile bent the red graces of her lips.
Burke sneered an indignation that was, nevertheless, somewhat
fearful of what might lie behind the woman's assurance.
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