But Mary stood rebellious, and spoke with a resumption of her
cynical scorn.
"I suppose," she said, with a glance of contempt toward Demarest,
"that it's useless for me to claim my constitutional rights, and
demand to see a lawyer?"
Burke, too, had cast off pretense at last.
"Yes," he agreed, with an evil smirk, "you've guessed it right,
the first time."
Mary spoke to the District Attorney.
"I believe," she said, with a new dignity of bearing, "that such
is my constitutional right, is it not, Mr. Demarest?"
The lawyer sought no evasion of the issue. For that matter, he
was coming to have an increasing respect, even admiration, for
this young woman, who endured insult and ignominy with a spirit
so sturdy, and met strategem with other strategem better devised.
So, now, he made his answer with frank honesty.
"It is your constitutional right, Miss Turner."
Mary turned her clear eyes on the Inspector, and awaited from
that official a reply that was not forthcoming. Truth to tell,
Burke was far from comfortable under that survey.
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