The enterprise., 1914-05-21
"Well." urged Griggs. "what do you

"well." urged Griggs. "what do you
sayT
How would we split it!"
"Three ways would be right" Grfggs
answered. Zone to me- one to you
and one to be divided up among the
Others"
Carson brought his fist down on the
table with force that made the glass.
es jingle.
you're on" he said, strongly.
Fine" Griggs declared, and the two
men shook hands. "Now, III GET
Get nothing!' Carson interrupted
iii get my own men. Chicago Red is
in town. So is Dacey. with perhaps a
get them and Well turn the trick to-
morrow night"
That's the stuff" Griggs agreed.
| greatly pleased.
But sudden shadow fell on the face
of Carson. He bent closer to his COM
panion and spoke with fierce intcn-
sity that brooked no denial.
"She must never know"
Griggs nodded understandingly.
Mary had gone to her bedroom for a
nap. She was not in the least sur
prised that Dick had not yet returned,
though he had mentioned half an hour.
At the best there We're many things
that might detain him-his fathers
absence from the Office, difficulties in
making arrangements for his project
would never occur-or the like. At
the worst there was a chance Of find
ing his father promptly. and OF that
father as promptly taking steps to
prevent the son from ever again See
ing the woman who had so indiscreet-
ly married him.
Yet somehow Mary could not believe
that her husband would yield to such
paternal coercion. Rather, she was
sure that he would prove loyal to her
whom he loved through every trouble.
At the thought certain wistfulness
pervaded her and poignant regret
that this particular man should have
been the one chosen of fate to be en-
tangled within her mesh of revenge.
There throbbed in her heart torment
ing realization that there We're in life
possibilities infinitely more splendid
than the joy of vengeance. She would
not confess the truth even to her in
most soul, but the truth was there and
set her atremble with vague fears.
She had slept, perhaps, a half hour
when Fannie awakened her.
"It's man named Burke" she ex-
planned as her mistress lay blinking.
"And there's another man with him.
They said they must see YOU"
BY this time Mary was wide awake.
for the name Of Burke, the police i'll
spector. was enough to startle her out
of drowsiness.
She got up, slipped into a teagown,
bathed her eyes in cologne, dressed
her hair little and went into the
dra wing room, where the two men
had been waiting for something more
than quarter of an hour--to the vio-
lent Indignation of both.
ooh, here you are. at last" the big.
burly man cried as she entered
Yes, inspector" Mary replied pleas
antly, as she advanced into the room.
She gave a glance toward the other
visitor, who was of a slenderer form,
with thin, keen face, and recognized
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 leisurely fashion
that increased the Indignation of the
fumng inspector She did not ask
her self invited guests to sit.
'To whom do l owe the pleasure of
this VISIT inspector?" she remarked
coolly. 1t was noticeable that she
said whom and not what, as if she
understood perfectly that the influence
of some person brought him.
Il have come to have few quiet
words with you," the inspector de-
clared. 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 district
attorney since then. Allow me to con-
gratulate you"
Demarest's keen face took on an ex-
preston of perpleXity.
"Im puzzled" he confessed. "There
is something familiar, somehow, about
you, and YETI
Cant you guess?" Mary questioned,
Search your memory, Mr.. Demarest."
The face Of the district attorney
lightened.
"Why" he exclaimed, "you are--it
can't be-yes-you are the girl, you're
the Mary Turner whom I-oh, l know
you now.'
"I'm the girl you mean, Mr.. Demar-
est, but, for the rest, you don't know
me-not at all!'
"Young woman" Burke said, per-
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