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"Well, Demarest?" he inquired, as the dapper attorney advanced into the room at a rapid pace, and came to a halt facing the desk, after a lively nod in the direction of the secretary. The lawyer's face sobered, and his tone as he answered was tinged with constraint. "Judge Lawlor gave her three years," he replied, gravely. It was plain from his manner that he did not altogether approve.
Over the windows, the shades were drawn, so that he would remain invisible to any one within the office, while yet easily able to overhear every word spoken in the room. When he had completed his instructions to the stenographer, Burke turned to Gilder and Demarest. "Now, this time," he said energetically, "I'll be the one to do the talking.
"Some persons are not very sensitive to impressions in such cases, I admit," Demarest returned, coolly. If he meant any subtlety of allusion to his hearer, it failed wholly to pierce the armor of complacency. "The stolen goods were found in her locker," Gilder declared in a tone of finality. "Some of them, I have been given to understand, were actually in the pocket of her coat."
On and on they traveled, nevertheless, Hiram making inquiry at every camp. At last, thirty miles from Ragtown, he got word of the prospector. A camp freighter who traveled to the north for supplies from Demarest, Spruce & Tillou's Camp Number Three had seen such a man trudging along with his long staff, eyes bent on the ground, behind his six burros.
"Yes," he agreed, with an evil smirk, "you've guessed it right, the first time." Mary spoke to the District Attorney. "I believe," she said, with a new dignity of bearing, "that such is my constitutional right, is it not, Mr. Demarest?" The lawyer sought no evasion of the issue.
Gilder, however, was not disposed to be sympathetic as to a matter so flagrantly opposed to his interests. "A court of justice has decreed her guilty," he asserted once again, in his ponderous manner. His emphasis indicated that there the affair ended. Demarest smiled cynically as he strode to and fro. "Nowadays," he shot out, "we don't call them courts of justice: we call them courts of law."
He patted Babe's glossy neck. "Li'l' black mare," he crooned into her furry ear, "le's go find Jo!" At a late hour in the evening of the day that Hiram Hooker set out to ride with the sheepskin to Jerkline Jo, on her way to Julia, a strange figure presented itself at the door of the lighted commissary tent of Demarest, Spruce & Tillou's Camp Number Two.
The scheme did not fully succeed, owing to the interest awakened in one man's mind by the beauty and seeming truth of Miss Demarest. Investigation followed which roused the landlord to the danger threatening them from the curiosity of Hammersmith, and it being neck or nothing with him, he planned the deeper crime of burning up room and occupant before further discoveries could be made.
"Don't you think you'd better wait and cool down?" inquired Jack, dryly. "You're only making a show of yourself." That taunt stung Don into rising and squaring off, while his father looked unutterably disgusted and angry over the ridiculous turn affairs had taken. "Benson's advice is good sound," approved Lawyer Demarest, stepping in.
A look of intense disgust spread itself over the Inspector's massive face. "Well," he concluded sheepishly, "when I broke into the room I found young Gilder along with that Turner woman he married, and they were just talking together." "No trace of the others?" Demarest questioned crisply. At the inquiry, Burke's face crimsoned angrily, then again set in grim lines.
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