The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1914-01-22

| FOR you to your apartment MY me
brought 1t down to me I've read II
Here Ii is. I'll read 1t to your
He picked up an envelope. which ha,
been lying OH the desk. and drew Oh
the single sheet of paper 1t contained
Mary watched him. wondering mucl
more than her expression revealed owe
this new development Then. as sh
listened. quick interest touched he
| features to a new life.
This was the letter:
/ can't go without telling you how sor
ry | am, There won't never be a tim
that won't remember It was me got yol
sent up: that you did time in my place
1 amt going to forgive myself ever. and
swear I'm going straight always. You
true friend HELEN MORRIS.
For once, Burke showed a certain
delicacy. When he had finished the
reading. he said nothing for long
minute.
Mary's eyes were luminous In the
Joy of the realization that for her. afteI
all. reha Utilization might be In a mea
sure possible. though nothing could
ever repay the degradation Of years
infinitely worse than lost
Burke's harsh voice, cadenced to q
singular sympathy. broke in on her
reverie of pleasure and Of pain.
you knew this?'. he inquired
Eyes. two days ago"
ibid you tell old Gilder?" he asked.
Mary shook her head in negation.
what would be the use?" she re-
minded him. II had no proof. No
one would believe me-"
They'd believe this. Why. this let
ter sets you clear. If old Glider should
see this letter. there's nothing he
wouldn't do to make amends to you.
He's square guy himself. If it comes
to that. even If he was hard on you.
Why. this letter wipes out everything"
Then. the insistent question beating
at his brain forced him to speak
roughly. building hope on the letters
inestimable worth to the woman be-
fore him.
''Who killed Griggs?'
There was no reply. And. presently,
he went on. half ashamed over his
own Intrigue against uer.
SAY" he said. and. for once, his
voice was curiously suppressed. you
tell me who shot Griggs. and I'll show
this letter to old Glider. Now. listen"
he cried eagerly. IL give you my word
of honor that anything you say in here
is just between you and me-" Uncon-
sciously his eyes darted to the window.
behind which the stenographer was
busy with his notes
That single involuntary glance was
enough for the keen instinct of the
woman to make a guess as to the
verify
Just tip me off to the truth" Burke
went on overwhelmingly. land I'll get
the necessary evidence in my own
way. Now. there's nobody here but
just you and me. Come on. now-put
me wiser'
Are you sure no one will ever
know"
Nobody but you and me-" Burke
declared. all agog with anticipation of
victory at last. Il give you my world"
Mary met the gaze of the inspector
fully In the same instant. she flashed
On him a smile that was dazzling. the
smile of woman triumphant in her
mastery of the situation. Her face
was radiant. luminous with honest ]
nirth,
She spoke in a most casual voice. |
despite the dancing delight in her face |
hn a I.,I In, hn r.
Ter of fact fashion OF statement that /
eads listener To answer without |
iced to the exact Import of the ques-
ion. unless very alert indeed. This
S what she said:
I'm not speaking loud enough, am
/. stenographer?"
And that industrious writer of short
land notes. absorbed in his task.
instantly from his hidden
lace in the corridor.
mo mn'am. nor 1nite''
Mary laughed aloud. while Burke
at dumfounded. She rose swiftly,
nd went to the nearest window, and
Nth pull at the cord sent the shade
wing upward. There was revealed
be busy stenographer. bent over his
adj A groan of distress burst from
i'm. and he fled the place in ignomini-
us rout.
The smiling Mary was returned to
er cell.
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