"Just you wait," he went on cheerfully, "and I'll prove to you
that I'm on the level about this, that I'm really your friend....
There was a letter came for you to your apartment. My men
brought it down to me. I've read it. Here it is. I'll read it
to you!"
He picked up an envelope, which had been lying on the desk, and
drew out the single sheet of paper it contained. Mary watched
him, wondering much more than her expression revealed over this
new development. Then, as she listened, quick interest touched
her features to a new life. In her eyes leaped emotions to make
or mar a life.
This was the letter:
"I can't go without telling you how sorry I am. There won't
never be a time that I won't remember it was me got you sent up,
that you did time in my place. I ain't going to forgive myself
ever, and I swear I'm going straight always.
"Your true friend, "HELEN
MORRIS."
For once, Burke showed a certain delicacy. When he had finished
the reading, he said nothing for a long minute--only, sat with
his cunning eyes on the face of the woman who was immobile there
before him.
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