The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-10-20

W1LQ d Cu1u, Keen IdC0S dIlu TSCOSu1A00 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 district attorney. She went to the chair at the desk and seated herself in a leisurely fashion that increased the indignation of the fuming inspector. She did not ask her self invited guests to sit.
 "To whom do I owe the pleasure of this visit, tnspectorT' she remarked cooIly. It was noticeable that she said whom and not what, as if she understood perfectly that the influence of some person brought him.
 q have come to have a few quiet words with you" the inspector de- clared. Mary disregarded him, and turned to the other man.
 How do you do, Mir. Demarest?'' she said evenly. "It's four years since we met, and they've made you district attorney since then. Allow me to con. gratuIate you.''
 Demarest's keen face took on an ex- press1on of perplexity.
 ''I'm puzzled,' he confessed. '%rhere is something familiar, somehow, about you, and yet
 Cant you guess ?'' Mary questioned, ''Search your memory, MT. Demarest.''
 The face of the district attorney frightened.
 t'Whyy he exclaimed, 'syou <are-it can't be-yes-you are the girl, you're the Mary Turner whom I-oh,mI know you now.''
 'I'm the girl you mean, MT. Demar- est, but, for the rest, you don't know me-not at all!"
 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 it, thrust it back, and concluded ponderously: 'fYou will just about have time to catch that train.''
 Working for the New York Gen. traI now ?'' Mary asked bland1y.
 tsYou'd better be packing your trunk the inspector rumbled.
 'sBut why2 I'm not going away"
 "On the Twentieth Century limited this afternoon" the inspector declar- ed in voice of growing wrath.
 ''Oh, dear, no.'
 sT say yesr' The answer was a below. s'rm giving you your orders. You will either go to Chicago or you'll go up the rtver.''
 eff you can convict me. Pray, no tice that little word if"
 The district attorney tnterposed very suaveIy:
 'I did once, remember.''
 ''But you can't do it again. Mary declared with an assurance that ex- cited the astonishment of the police official
 How do you know he can't2'' he clustered.
 Because if he could he would have had me in prison some time ago."
 s'HuhP' Burke exclaimed gruf1y. s'I've seen them go up pretty easy"
 3AThe poor ones; not those that have money. I have money, plenty of money-now.''
 Money you stoler' the inspector re- turned brutally.
 "Oh, dear, nop' Mary crie@ with fine show of virtuous indignation.
 What about the S3o,ooo you got on that partnership swfndIe? I s'pose you didn't steal that!''
 ''Certainly not" was the ready re- ply. 'The man advertised for part ner in business sure to bring big and safe returns. We formed a partner ship with a capital of $6O,OOO. We paid the money into the bank, and then at once I drew it out It was legal for me to draw that money wasn't it, MT. Demarest?''
 The district attorney admitted the truth of her contention.
 t'Wen, anyhow Burke shouted, 'syou may stay inside the 1aw,- but you've got to get outside the city. On the level, now, do you think you could get away with that young Glider scheme you've been p1anning?"
 .fWhat young Glider scheme?"
 ''Oh, Pm wiseTm wise?' the in spector cried roughly. stThe answer is, once for all, leave town this after noon or you'll be in the Tombs in the morning.
 ''It can't be done, Inspector"
 Mary opened a drawer of the desk and took out the document obtained that morning from Harris and held 1t forth.''
 whats thisT. Burke stormed, but he took the paper. .t
 Demarest looked over the inspectors shoulder, and his eyes grew larger as he read. When he was at an end of the reading he regarded the passive woman at the desk with new respect.
 Whats this ?"' Burke repeated help less1y. Mary was kind enough to make the document clear to him.
 'It's a temporary restraining order from the supreme court 1nstrueting you to let me alone until you have le- gal proof that have broken the law"
 ''But it can't be done" shouted Burke.
 'sYou might ask MT. Demarest,'' Mary suggested pleasantly, ''as to whether or not it can be done. The gambling houses can do 1t and so keep on break ing the law. The race track men can do it and laugh at the law. The rail- road can do it to restrain it's employees from striking. So why shouldn't get one too2 You see, have money. l can buy all the law I want. And