He had anticipated the
coming of a woman of that world with which he was most familiar
in the exercise of his professional duties--the underworld of
criminals, some one beautiful perhaps, but with the brand of
viciousness marked subtly, yet visibly for the trained eye to
see. Then, even in that first moment, he told himself that he
should have been prepared for the unusual in this instance, since
the girl had to do with Mary Turner, and that disturbing person
herself showed in face and form and manner nothing to suggest
aught but a gentlewoman. And, in the next instant, the Inspector
forgot his surprise in a sincere, almost ardent admiration.
The girl was rather short, but of a slender elegance of form that
was ravishing. She was gowned, too, with a chic nicety to arouse
the envy of all less-fortunate women. Her costume had about it
an indubitable air, a finality of perfection in its kind. On
another, it might have appeared perhaps the merest trifle garish.
But that fault, if in fact it ever existed, was made into a
virtue by the correcting innocence of the girl's face.
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