"Wait a minute," he remonstrated. "Wait a minute!" He made a
pacifically courteous gesture toward one of the chairs, which
stood by an end of the desk. "Sit down," he invited, with an
effort toward cajoling.
The scorn of the girl was superb. Her voice came icily, as she
answered:
"I shall do nothing of the sort. Sit down, indeed!--here! Why, I
have been arrested----" There came a break in the music of her
tones throbbing resentment. A little sob crept in, and broke the
sequence of words. The dainty face was vivid with shame. "I--"
she faltered, "I've been arrested--by a common policeman!"
The Inspector seized on the one flaw left him for defense against
her indictment.
"No, no, miss," he argued, earnestly. "Excuse me. It wasn't any
common policeman--it was a detective sergeant."
But his effort to placate was quite in vain. The ingenuous
little beauty with the child's face and the blue eyes so widely
opened fairly panted in her revolt against the ignominy of her
position, and was not to be so easily appeased.
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