You're a beaut'!"
Aggie sniffed vehemently in rebuke of the gross partiality of
fate in his behalf.
"Just as I had him goin'!" she said bitterly, as if in
self-communion, without shifting her gaze from the blank surface
of the wall.
Now, however, Burke was reminded once again of his official
duties, and he turned quickly to the attentive Cassidy.
"Have you got a picture of this young woman?" he asked
brusquely. And when Cassidy had replied in the negative, he
again faced the adventuress with a mocking grin--in which
mockery, too, was a fair fragment for himself, who had been so
thoroughly within her toils of blandishment.
"I'd dearly love to have a photograph of you, Miss Helen Travers
West," he said.
The speech aroused the stolid detective to a new interest.
"Helen Travers West?" he repeated, inquiringly.
"Oh, that's the name she told me," the Inspector explained,
somewhat shamefacedly before this question from his inferior.
Then he chuckled, for he had sense of humor sufficient to triumph
even over his own discomfiture in this encounter.
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