"Well, Inspector?" she inquired, at last.
Burke took refuge, as his wont was when too hard pressed, in a
mighty bellow.
"The Constitution don't go here!" It was the best he could do,
and it shamed him, for he knew its weakness. Again, wrath surged
in him, and it surged high. He welcomed the advent of Cassidy,
who came hurrying in with a grin of satisfaction on his stolid
face.
"Say, Chief," the detective said with animation, in response to
Burke's glance of inquiry, "we've got Garson."
Mary's face fell, though the change of expression was almost
imperceptible. Only Demarest, a student of much experience,
observed the fleeting display of repressed emotion. When the
Inspector took thought to look at her, she was as impassive as
before. Yet, he was minded to try another ruse in his desire to
defeat the intelligence of this woman. To this end, he asked
Gilder and the District Attorney to withdraw, while he should
have a private conversation with the prisoner. As she listened to
his request, Mary smiled again in sphinx-like fashion, and there
was still on her lips an expression that caused the official a
pang of doubt, when, at last, the two were left alone together,
and he darted a surreptitious glance toward her.
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