Gilder, what we're up against. I can't let him
go--yet!"
The father strode across the room in a sudden access of rage.
"He's thinking of that woman," he cried out, in a loud voice.
"He's trying to shield her."
"He's a loyal kid, at that," Burke commented, with a grudging
admiration. "I'll say that much for him." His expression grew
morose, as again he pressed the button on his desk. "And now,"
he vouchsafed, "I'll show you the difference." Then, as the
doorman reappeared, he gave his order: "Dan, have the Turner
woman brought up." He regarded the two men with his bristling
brows pulled down in a scowl. "I'll have to try a different game
with her," he said, thoughtfully. "She sure is one clever little
dame. But, if she didn't do it herself, she knows who did, all
right." Again, Burke's voice took on its savage note. "And some
one's got to pay for killing Griggs. I don't have to explain why
to Mr. Demarest, but to you, Mr. Gilder. You see, it's this way:
The very foundations of the work done by this department rest on
the use of crooks, who are willing to betray their pals for coin.
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