The San Francisco call., 1913-09-25
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conscious of all things, both the evil
and the good, revenge and love.
She had slept, perhaps. a half hour
when Fannie awakened her.
Its a man named Burke she ex-
plained. as her mistress lay blinking.
And there's another man with him.
They say they must see you"
BY this time Mary was wide awake,
for the name of Burke. the police
inspector. was enough to startle her
out of drowsiness.
Bring them in. in five minutes,
she directed.
She got up, slipped into a teagown.
bathed her eyes In cologne. dressed
her hair a little. and went into the
drawing room, where the two men
had been waiting for something more
than a quarter of an hour-to the
violent Indignation of both.
"Oh, here you are at last!' the big.
burly man cried as she entered. The
whole air of him, though he was in
civilians clothes, proclaimed the po-
liceman.
Yes. inspector" Mary replied.
pleasantly, as she advanced into the
room She gave a glance toward the
other visitor. who was of a slenderer
form. with a thin. keen face, and rec
ognized him instantly as Demarest
who had taken part against her as
the lawyer for the store at the time
of her trial. and who was now hold
ing the office of district attorney. She
went to the chair at the desk, and
seated herself in a leisurely fashion
that increased the Indignation OF the
tuning inspector. She did not trou-
BILE to ask her self-invited guests to
sit
this visit Inspector" she remarked
coolly. 1t was noticeable that she
said whom and not what, as il she
understood perfectly that the infiu-
ence of some person brought him on
this errand.
4 have come to have few quiet
words with you.' the inspector de-
cIared. in a mighty voice that set
the globes of the chandeliers aquiver.
Mary disregarded him and turned to
the other man.
How do you do Mr.. Demarest?'
she said. evenly. It's four years since
we met, and they've made you dis
/ trict attorney since then. Allow
me to congratulate you"
! Demarest's keen face took on an
! expression of perplexity.
I'm puzzled" he confessed. There
is something familiar, somehow, about
! you, and yet" He scrutinized appre-
ciatively the loyeliness of the girl
with her classically beautiful face,
that was still individual in its charm
the slim graces of the tall, lissome
| form. Il should have remembered
you. I don't understand it."
Cant you guess?" Mary questioned
somberly. Search your memory, Mr..
Demarest."
OF a sudden, the face of the district
attorney lightened.
why" he exclaimed, you are
1T can't be-yes-you are the girl,
you're the Mary Turner whom l.
! oh. I know you now"
There was an enigmatic smile bend
| ing the scarlet lips as she answerec.
I'm the girl you mean, Mr.. De-
narest, but, for the rest, you don't
know me-not at allv'
The burly figure of the inspector OF
| police, which had loomed motionless
| during this colloquy, now advanced
| a step, and the big voice doomed
threateningly. 1t was very rough and
weighted with authority.
Young woman" Burke said, per-
emptorily, "the Twentieth Century
Limited leaves Grand Central station
at ( o'clock. 1t arrives in Chicago
at S:55 tomorrow morning. He pulled
| a massive gold watch from his waist
coat pocket, glanced at 1t, thrust it
back. and concluded ponderously;
you viii just about have time to
catch that train"
| Mary regarded the stockily built
| officer with half-amused contempt,
which she was at no pains to con-
cea1.
working for the New York Central
now?" she asked blandly.
The jibe made the inspector furi-
Gus.
I'm working for the good OF New
York city" he answered venomously.
Mary let a ripple of cadenced laugh
ter escape her.
Since when?' she questioned.
A little smile twisted the lips OF the
district attorney, but he caught him
self quickly, and spoke with stern
gravity.
Miss Turner, I think you will find
that different tone will serve you
better"
aOh, let her talk" Burke inter
jected angrily She's only got a
few minutes anyway"
Mary remained unperturbed.
Very well. them" she said genially
"let us be comfortable during that
little period" She made a gesture of
| invitation toward chairs, which Burke
| disdained to accept; but Demarest
seated himself.
You'd better be packing your
trunk" the inspector rumbled.
But why?" Mary inquired. with a
tantallzing assumption of innocence.
I'm not going away"
''On the Twentieth Century Limited.
this afternoon" the inspector de-
clared, in a voice of growing wrath.
aOh, dear. nor Mary's assertion
was made very quietly. but with an
underlying 1rmness that irritated the
| official beyond endurance.
II say yes,' The answer was a
| below.
Mary appeared distressed. not
frightened. Her words were an ironic
protest against the mans obstreper-
| GUS noisiness, no more.
Il thought you wanted quiet words
with me-
Burke went toward her. in rage.
''Now, look here, Mollie-" he began
harshly.
On the instant, Mary was on her
feet, facing him, and there was a