His voice roared out wrathfully.
"What's the reason he hasn't?"
The music in the tones of the answer was a vocal rebuke.
"Because he didn't do it." She stated the fact as one without a
hint of any contradictory possibility.
"Well, he says he did it!" Burke vociferated, still more loudly.
Mary, in her turn, resorted to a bit of finesse, in order to
learn whether or not Garson had been arrested. She spoke with a
trace of indignation.
"But how could he have done it, when he went----" she began.
The Inspector fell a victim to her superior craft. His question
came eagerly.
"Where did he go?"
Mary smiled for the first time since she had been in the room,
and in that smile the Inspector realized his defeat in the first
passage of this game of intrigue between them.
"You ought to know," she said, sedately, "since you have arrested
him, and he has confessed."
Demarest put up a hand to conceal his smile over the police
official's chagrin. Gilder, staring always at this woman who had
come to be his Nemesis, was marveling over the beauty and verve
of the one so hating him as to plan the ruin of his life and his
son's.
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