Her words came stumblingly in their haste.
Her eyes were near to black in their anger.
"He didn't kill him! He didn't kill him!" she fairly hissed.
"Why, he's the most wonderful man in the world. You shan't hurt
him! Nobody shall hurt him! I'll fight to the end of my life for
Dick Gilder!"
Burke was beaming joyously. At last--a long last! --his finesse
had won the victory over this woman's subtleties.
"Well, that's just what I thought," he said, with smug content.
"And now, then, who did shoot Griggs? We've got every one of the
gang. They're all crooks. See here," he went on, with a sudden
change to the respectful in his manner, "why don't you start
fresh? I'll give you every chance in the world. I'm dead on the
level with you this time."
But he was too late. By now, Mary had herself well in hand
again, vastly ashamed of the short period of self-betrayal caused
by the official's artifice against her heart. As she listened to
the Inspector's assurances, the mocking expression of her face
was not encouraging to that astute individual, but he persevered
manfully.
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