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You hadn't got anything on us. See?" Cassidy, in response to this outburst, favored the girl with a long stare, and there was hearty amusement in his tones as he answered. "Nothing on you, eh? Well, well, let's see." He regarded Garson with a grin. "You are Joe Garson, forger."

There followed a period of silence, in which great emotions were vibrant from heart to heart. Garson was thinking of Mary, and, with the thought, into his misery crept a little comfort. At least, she would go free. That had been in the bargain with Burke. And there was the boy, too.

"With smokeless powder in the cartridges, and the silencer on, I can make a shot from my coat-pocket, and you wouldn't even know it had been done.... And I'm some shot, believe me." "Impossible!" Mary ejaculated. "No, it ain't," the man asserted. "Here, wait, I'll show you." "Good gracious, not here!" Mary exclaimed in alarm. "We would have the whole place down on us." Garson chuckled.

Something fatally significant in her voice set Garson a-leap to the switch, and, in the same second, the blaze of the chandelier flamed brilliantly over all. The others stood motionless, blinking in the sudden radiance all save Griggs, who moved stealthily in that same moment, a little nearer the door into the passage, which was nearest to him.

A tide of secret joy swept through him, as he realized his victory. But his outward expression remained unchanged. "Oh, well," Burke exclaimed amiably, "I didn't really think you did, but I wasn't sure, so I had to take a chance. You understand, don't you, Joe?" "Sure, I understand," Garson replied, with an amiability equal to the Inspector's own.

The Inspector's explanation was concise: "Joe Garson, Chicago Red, and Dacey, along with Griggs, broke into Edward Gilder's house, last night! I knew the trick was going to be pulled off, and so I planted Cassidy and a couple of other men just outside the room where the haul was to be made. Then, I went away, and after something like half an hour I came back to make the arrests myself."

Garson leaned forward in his chair, his head thrust out, watching in rigid suspense. Again, even as before, the door swung wide, the prisoner slipped within, the door clanged shut, the bolts clattered noisily into their sockets. And, in the watcher, terror grew for he had seen the face of Chicago Red, another of his pals, another who had seen him kill Griggs.

Forthwith, Garson went to the door into the hall, opened it, and, leaving it ajar, made his way in silence to the outer doorway. Presently, the doors there were freed of their bolts under his skilled fingers, and one of them swung wide. He had put out the torch now, lest its gleam might catch the gaze of some casual passer-by.

"No," was the answer. "But she says it's important. I guess the poor thing's in hard luck, from the look of her," the kindly Fannie added. "Oh, then she'll be welcome, of course," Aggie declared, and Garson nodded in acquiescence. "Tell her to come in and wait, Fannie. Miss Turner will be here right away." She turned to Garson as the maid left the room.

My father made me drop acquaintance with my school friend when she married Mr. Garson, for no reason but because she married the son of his enemy. It has been the same since your uncle came to be Laird.

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