"What's the reason?" he demanded, scornfully. "There's the
body." He pointed to the rigid form of the dead man, lying there
so very near them. "And the gun was found on him. And then,
you're willing to swear that he killed him.... Well, I guess
we'll convict him, all right. Why not?"
Mary's answer was given quietly, but, none the less, with an
assurance that could not be gainsaid.
"Because," she said, "my husband merely killed a burglar." In
her turn, she pointed toward the body of the dead man. "That
man," she continued evenly, "was the burglar. You know that! My
husband shot him in defense of his home!" There was a brief
silence. Then, she added, with a wonderful mildness in the music
of her voice. "And so, Inspector, as you know of course, he was
within the law!"
CHAPTER XX. WHO SHOT GRIGGS?
In his office next morning, Inspector Burke was fuming over the
failure of his conspiracy. He had hoped through this plot to
vindicate his authority, so sadly flaunted by Garson and Mary
Turner.
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