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He nodded toward Joe, and took his departure. Something of what was in his mind was revealed in Garson's first speech after Griggs's going. "That's a mighty big stake he's playing for." "And a big chance he's taking!" Mary retorted. "No, Joe, we don't want any of that. We'll play a game that's safe and sure."
And, oh, yes, they've picked up a young girl at the Turner woman's place. And we've got one real clue for once!" The speaker's expression was suddenly triumphant. He opened a drawer of the desk, and took out Garson's pistol, to which the silencer was still attached. "You never saw a gun like that before, eh?" he exclaimed. Demarest admitted the fact after a curious examination.
With that sarcasm directed against legal subtleties, she tripped daintily out, an entirely ravishing vision, if somewhat garish as to raiment, and soon in the glances of admiration that every man cast on her guileless-seeming beauty, she forgot that she had ever been annoyed. Garson's comment as she departed was uttered with his accustomed bluntness. "Solid ivory!" "She's a darling, anyway!"
"Oh, we had her right the first time," Cassidy admitted, complacently. Then, the bitterness of Garson's soul was revealed by the fierceness in his voice as he replied. "You did not! She was railroaded for a job she never done. She went in honest, and she came out honest." The detective indulged himself in a cackle of sneering merriment.
Burke exclaimed, with a seeming of careless friendliness, as the detective went out, and Garson stood motionless just within the door. "Sit down, a minute, won't you?" the Inspector continued, affably. He did not look up from his writing as he spoke. Garson's usually strong face was showing weak with fear. His chin, which was commonly very firm, moved a little from uneasy twitchings of his lips.
Burke retorted, with the effect of stopping the other short. He pressed the buzzer as the agreed signal to Cassidy. "Where did you say Mary Turner was last night?" At the question, all Garson's fears for the woman rushed back on him with appalling force. Of what avail his safety, if she were still in peril? "I don't know where she was," he exclaimed, doubtfully.
There passed many seconds, while the two men battled in silence, will warring against will.... In the end, it was the murderer who triumphed. Suddenly, Burke dropped the pistol into his pocket, and lolled back in his chair. His gaze fell away from the man confronting him. In the same instant, the rigidity of Garson's form relaxed, and he straightened slowly.
There came again the faint tapping of some one at the other end of the line, signaling a message in the Morse code. An expression of blank amazement, which grew in a flash to deep concern, showed on Garson's face as he listened tensely. "Why, this is Mary calling," he muttered. "Mary!" Griggs cried. His usual vacuity of expression was cast off like a mask and alarm twisted his features.
We will take the liberty of looking over Fred Garson's shoulder, and reading that epistle which had done so much good. "DEAR MR. GARSON, My uncle has directed that the enclosed letter shall be sent to you, so I must put it with this.
Garson's trembling hand patted the girl's shoulder very softly, a caress of infinite tenderness. "That's all right!" he murmured, huskily. "That's all right, Mary!" There was a short silence; and then he went on speaking, more firmly. "You know, he'll look after you." He would have said more, but he could not. It seemed to him that the sobs of the girl caught in his own throat.
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