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Updated: May 3, 2025
Why had she not consulted with Demarest and asked him to lay before her details of every angle that might present itself in such an undertaking as hers? Demarest knew all the twists and turns of modern business ruthlessness. He might have been able to foresee a situation like this and to put weapons into her hands with which she might have combated it.
"I wanted to save you, Dick. That's why I came." The son interrupted him violently. "There's a mistake there must be." It was Demarest who gave an official touch to the tragedy of the moment. "There's no mistake," he said. There was authority in his statement. "There is, I tell you!" Dick cried, horrified by this conspiracy of defamation. He turned his tortured face to his bride of a day.
Demarest, it appears, could not bear the wonderful new varieties of huge, smell-less blooms. Miss Wilcox has never gone out of mourning, though she sometimes wears grey and mauve. Her gracious sweetness has made her much beloved in the village where her gentle presence is loved and honoured.
The smug contentment abode still on Gilder's face as he puffed in leisurely ease on his cigar and uttered a trite condolence. "Very sad! quite so! Very sad case, I call it." Demarest went on speaking, with a show of feeling: "Most unusual case, in my estimation. You see, the girl keeps on declaring her innocence. That, of course, is common enough in a way. But here, it's different.
The result was a disappointment; how great a disappointment he presently realised, as his knife-point encountered only plaster under the peeling edges of the paper. He had hoped to find other paper under the blue the paper which Miss Demarest remembered and not finding it, was conscious of a sinking of the heart which had never attended any of his miscalculations before.
If, as I believe at this point in the inquiry, Miss Demarest had encountered a passionate opposition to her desires from this upright and thoughtful mother, the spectacle of this mother lying dead before her, with all opposition gone and the way cleared in an instant to her wishes, but cleared in a manner which must haunt her to her own dying day, was enough to turn a brain already heated with contending emotions.
Dick suddenly aroused, and spoke with the violence of one sure. "It is not!" Burke shouted a warning. Demarest, more diplomatic, made a restraining gesture toward the police official, then started to address the young man soothingly. But Dick would have none of their interference. "This is my affair," he said, and the others fell silent.
Demarest," Mary suggested, pleasantly, "as to whether or not it can be done. The gambling houses can do it, and so keep on breaking the law. The race track men can do it, and laugh at the law. The railroad can do it, to restrain its employees from striking. So, why shouldn't I get one, too? You see, I have money. I can buy all the law I want.
That ought to be a warning to the rest of the girls." He looked toward Demarest for acquiescence. The lawyer's brows were knit as he faced the proprietor of the store. "Funny thing, this case!" he ejaculated. "In some features, one of the most unusual I have seen since I have been practicing law."
"Because," the lawyer said, again halting directly before the desk, "in spite of all the evidence against her, I am not sure that Mary Turner is guilty far from it, in fact!" Gilder uttered an ejaculation of contempt, but Demarest went on resolutely. "Anyhow," he explained, "the girl wants to see you, and I wish to urge you to grant her an interview."
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