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He seated himself in Gilder's chair at the desk, and drew the telephone to him. "Give me 999 Bryant," he said. His tone was hardly louder than a whisper, but spoken with great distinctness. There was a little wait. Then an answer in a voice he knew came over the wire. But Garson said nothing more.
He went on with the writing. Garson moved forward slightly, to the single chair near the end of the desk, and there seated himself mechanically. His face thus was turned toward the windows that gave on the corridor, and his eyes grew yet more clouded as they rested on the grim doors of the cells.
Burke's manner continued very amicable as he went on speaking. "You see, Joe, anyhow, we've got the right party safe enough. You can bet on that!" Garson resisted the lure. "If you don't want me " he began suggestively; and he turned toward the door to the outer hall. "Why, if you don't want me, I'll get along." "Oh, what's the hurry, Joe?"
Mary's manner changed from indifference to sudden keen interest. "Gilder?" she exclaimed, questioningly. "Yes. You know who he is," Griggs answered; "the drygoods man." Garson in his turn showed a new excitement as he bent toward Mary. "Why, it's old Gilder, the man you "
In the man's was a half-shamed pride, as if he exulted in the strength with which he had been able to maintain his will against her supreme effort to overthrow it. "You can't go," Garson said sharply. "You might be caught." "And if I were," Mary demanded in a flash of indignation, "do you think I'd tell?" There came an abrupt change in the hard face of the man.
Her words came confusedly: "No, Joe! No, no, no!" Again, Garson shook his head in absolute refusal of her plea. "There's no other way out," he declared, wearily. "I'm going through with it." He straightened a little, and again looked at the stenographer. His voice came quietly, without any tremulousnesss. "My name is Joe Garson." "Alias?" Burke suggested. "Alias nothing!" came the sharp retort.
Burke exclaimed; and, now, there was a new note in his voice. His hand slipped into the pocket where was the pistol, and clutched it. He stared at Garson fiercely, and spoke with a rush of the words: "Why did you kill Eddie Griggs?" "I didn't kill him!" The reply was quick enough, but it came weakly. Again, Garson was forced to wet his lips with a dry tongue, and to swallow painfully.
But the speaker's fear rose swiftly, for the linking of these names was significant frightfully significant! The inner door opened, and Mary Turner entered the office. Garson with difficulty suppressed the cry of distress that rose to his lips. For a few moments, the silence was unbroken. Then, presently, Burke, by a gesture, directed the girl to advance toward the center of the room.
How could he ever make amends to her? At least, he could be brave here, for her sake, if not for his own. Burke believed that his opportunity was come. "What made you think I wanted to know anything about her?" he questioned. "Oh, I can't exactly say," Garson replied carelessly, in an attempt to dissimulate his agitation. "You were up to the house, you know. Don't you see?"
It's got you into trouble once or twice already. Some time it's likely to prove your finish." Garson relaxed his immobility, and a little color crept into his cheeks. "That's my business," he responded, dully.
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