"Take good care of her, won't you?"
He disengaged himself gently from the girl's embrace, and set her
within the arms of her husband, where she rested quietly, as if
unable to fight longer against fate's decree.
"Well, so long!"
He dared not utter another word, but turned blindly, and went,
stumbling a little, toward the doorman, who had appeared in
answer to the Inspector's call.
"To the Gallery," Burke ordered, curtly.
Garson went on without ever a glance back.... His strength was at
an end.
* * * * *
There was a long silence in the room after Garson's passing. It
was broken, at last, by the Inspector, who got up from his chair,
and advanced toward the husband and wife. In his hand, he
carried a sheet of paper, roughly scrawled. As he stopped before
the two, and cleared his throat, Mary withdrew herself from
Dick's arms, and regarded the official with brooding eyes from
out her white face. Something strange in her enemy's expression
caught her attention, something that set new hopes alive within
her in a fashion wholly inexplicable, so that she waited with a
sudden, breathless eagerness.
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