"You can't do anything to me, and you know you can't!" she went
on, with an almost convincing tranquillity of assertion. "Why,
I'll be sprung inside an hour." There came a ripple of laughter
that reminded the Inspector of the fashion in which he had been
overcome by this woman's wiles. And she spoke with a certitude
of conviction that was rather terrifying to one who had just
fallen under the stress of her spells.
"Why, habeas corpus is my lawyer's middle name!"
"On the level, now," the Inspector demanded, quite unmoved by the
final declarations, "when did you see Mary Turner last?"
Aggie resorted anew to her practices of deception. Her voice held
the accents of unimpeachable truth, and her eyes looked
unflinchingly into those of her questioner as she answered.
"Early this morning," she declared. "We slept together last
night, because I had the willies. She blew the joint about
half-past ten."
Burke shook his head, more in sorrow than in anger.
"What's the use of your lying to me?" he remonstrated.
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