You see, young lady, you were
found in the house of a notorious crook."
The haughtiness of the girl waxed. It seemed as if she grew an
inch taller in her scorn of the Inspector's saying.
"How perfectly absurd!" she exclaimed, scathingly. "I was calling
on Miss Mary Turner!"
"How did you come to meet her, anyhow?" Burke inquired. He
still held his big voice to a softer modulation than that to
which it was habituated.
Yet, the disdain of the girl seemed only to increase momently.
She showed plainly that she regarded this brass-buttoned official
as one unbearably insolent in his demeanor toward her.
Nevertheless, she condescended to reply, with an exaggeration of
the aristocratic drawl to indicate her displeasure.
"I was introduced to Miss Turner," she explained, "by Mr. Richard
Gilder. Perhaps you have heard of his father, the owner of the
Emporium."
"Oh, yes, I've heard of his father, and of him, too," Burke
admitted, placatingly.
But the girl relaxed not a whit in her attitude of offense.
"Then," she went on severely, "you must see at once that you are
entirely mistaken in this matter.
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