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"I found out they were watching me, and I was afraid they wouldcatch me. So, I took them and ran into the cloak-room, and putthem in a locker that wasn't close to mine, and some in thepocket of a coat that was hanging there. God knows I didn't knowwhose it was. I just put them there--I was frightened----""And you let me go to prison for three years!" There was a menacein Mary's voice under which the girl cringed again.yubikey ethereum wallet"I was scared," she whined. "I didn't dare to tell.""But they caught you later," Mary went on inexorably. "Why didn'tyou tell then?""I was afraid," came the answer from the shuddering girl. "Itold them it was the first time I had taken anything and they letme off with a year."Once more, the wrath of the victim flamed high.

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"You!" Mary cried. "You cried and lied, and they let you offwith a year. I wouldn't cry. I told the truth --and----" Hervoice broke in a tearless sob. The color had gone out of herface, and she stood rigid, looking down at the girl whose crimehad ruined her life with an expression of infinite loathing inher eyes. Garson rose from his chair as if to go to her, and hisface passed swiftly from compassion to ferocity as his gaze wentfrom the woman he had saved from the river to the girl who hadbeen the first cause of her seeking a grave in the waters. Yet,though he longed with every fiber of him to comfort the strickenwoman, he did not dare intrude upon her in this time of heranguish, but quietly dropped back into his seat and sat watchingwith eyes now tender, now baleful, as they shifted theirdirection.Aggie took advantage of the pause. Her voice was acid."Some people are sneaks--just sneaks!"Somehow, the speech was welcome to the girl, gave her a touch ofcourage sufficient for cowardly protestations. It seemed torelieve the tension drawn by the other woman's torment. It wasmore like the abuse that was familiar to her. A gush of tearscame."I'll never forgive myself, never!" she moaned.Contempt mounted in Mary's breast.

"Oh, yes, you will," she said, malevolently. "People forgivethemselves pretty easily." The contempt checked for a little theravages of her grief. "Stop crying," she commanded harshly."Nobody is going to hurt you." She thrust the money again towardthe girl, and crowded it into the half-reluctant, half-greedyhand."Burke," he said, pleadingly, "give me a chance. I'll leave forChicago in the morning. Give me twenty-four hours start beforeyou begin hounding her."The Inspector regarded the speaker searchingly. His heavy facewas drawn in an expression of apparent doubt. Abruptly, then, hesmiled acquiescence.

"Seems reasonable," he admitted.But the father strode to his son."No, no, Dick," he cried. "You shall not go! You shall not go!"Burke, however, shook his head in remonstrance against Gilder'splea. His huge voice came booming, weightily impressive."Why not?" he questioned. "It's a fair gamble. And, besides, Ilike the boy's nerve."Dick seized on the admission eagerly.

"And you'll agree?" he cried."Yes, I'll agree," the Inspector answered.

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"Thank you," Dick said quietly.But the father was not content. On the contrary, he went towardthe two hurriedly, with a gesture of reproval."You shall not go, Dick," he declared, imperiously.The Inspector shot a word of warning to Gilder in an aside thatDick could not hear.

"Keep still," he replied. "It's all right."Dick went on speaking with a seriousness suited to the magnitudeof his interests."You give me your word, Inspector," he said, "that you won'tnotify the police in Chicago until I've been there twenty-fourhours?""You're on," Burke replied genially. "They won't get a whisperout of me until the time is up." He swung about to face thefather, and there was a complete change in his manner. "Now,then, Mr. Gilder," he said briskly, "I want to talk to you aboutanother little matter----"Dick caught the suggestion, and interrupted quickly."Then I'll go." He smiled rather wanly at his father. "Youknow, Dad, I'm sorry, but I've got to do what I think is theright thing."Burke helped to save the situation from the growing tenseness."Sure," he cried heartily; "sure you have. That's the best anyof us can do." He watched keenly as the young man went out ofthe room. It was not until the door was closed after Dick thathe spoke. Then he dropped to a seat on the couch, and proceededto make his confidences to the magnate.

"He'll go to Chicago in the morning, you think, don't you?""Certainly," Gilder answered. "But I don't like it."Burke slapped his leg with an enthusiasm that might have broken aweaker member."Best thing that could have happened!" he vociferated. And then,as Gilder regarded him in astonishment, he added, chuckling: "Yousee, he won't find her there.""Why do you think that?" Gilder demanded, greatly puzzled.

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Burke permitted himself the luxury of laughing appreciatively amoment more before making his exclamation. Then he said quietly:"Because she didn't go there.""Where did she go, then?" Gilder queried wholly at a loss.

Once again the officer chuckled. It was evident that he was wellpleased with his own ingenuity."Nowhere yet," he said at last. "But, just about the time he'sstarting for the West I'll have her down at Headquarters.Demarest will have her indicted before noon. She'll go for trialin the afternoon. And to-morrow night she'll be sleeping up theriver.... That's where she is going."Gilder stood motionless for a moment. After all, he was anordinary citizen, quite unfamiliar with the recondite methodsfamiliar to the police."But," he said, wonderingly, "you can't do that."The Inspector laughed, a laugh of disingenuous amusement, for heunderstood perfectly the lack of comprehension on the part of hishearer."Well," he said, and his voice sank into a modest rumble that wasnone the less still thunderous. "Perhaps I can't!" And then hebeamed broadly, his whole face smiling blandly on the man whodoubted his power. "Perhaps I can't," he repeated. Then thechuckle came again, and he added emphatically: "But I will!"Suddenly, his heavy face grew hard. His alert eyes shonefiercely, with a flash of fire that was known to every patrolmanwho had ever reported to the desk when he was lieutenant. Hisheavy jaw shot forward aggressively as he spoke."Think I'm going to let that girl make a joke of the PoliceDepartment? Why, I'm here to get her--to stop her anyhow. Hergang is going to break into your house to-night.""What?" Gilder demanded. "You mean, she's coming here as athief?""Not exactly," Inspector Burke confessed, "but her pals arecoming to try to pull off something right here. She wouldn'tcome, not if I know her. She's too clever for that. Why, if sheknew what Garson was planning to do, she'd stop him."The Inspector paused suddenly. For a long minute his face wasseamed with thought. Then, he smote his thigh with a blow strongenough to kill an ox. His face was radiant.

"By God! I've got her!" he cried. The inspiration for which hehad longed was his at last. He went to the desk where thetelephone was, and took up the receiver."Give me 3100 Spring," he said. As he waited for the connectionhe smiled widely on the astonished Gilder. " 'Tain't too late,"he said joyously. "I must have been losing my mind not to havethought of it before." The impact of sounds on his ear from thereceiver set him to attention.

"Headquarters?" he called. "Inspector Burke speaking. Who's inmy office? I want him quick." He smiled as he listened, and hespoke again to Gilder. "It's Smith, the best man I have. That'sluck, if you ask me." Then again he spoke into the mouthpiece ofthe telephone."Oh, Ed, send some one up to that Turner woman. You have theaddress. Just see that she is tipped off, that Joe Garson andsome pals are going to break into Edward Gilder's house to-night.

Get some stool-pigeon to hand her the information. You'd betterget to work damned quick. Understand?"The Inspector pulled out that watch of which Aggie Lynch hadspoken so avariciously, and glanced at it, then went on speaking:"It's ten-thirty now. She went to the Lyric Theater with somewoman. Get her as she leaves, or find her back at her own placelater. You'll have to hustle, anyhow. That's all!"The Inspector hung up the receiver and faced his host with acontented smile.

"What good will all that do?" Gilder demanded, impatiently.Burke explained with a satisfaction natural to one who haddevised something ingenious and adequate. This inspiration filledhim with delight. At last he was sure of catching Mary Turnerherself in his toils."She'll come to stop 'em," he said. "When we get the rest of thegang, we'll grab her, too. Why, I almost forgot her, thinkingabout Garson. Mr. Gilder, you would hardly believe it, butthere's scarcely been a real bit of forgery worth while done inthis country for the last twenty years, that Garson hasn't beenmixed up in. We've never once got him right in all that time."The Inspector paused to chuckle. "Crooks are funny," heexplained with obvious contentment. "Clever as he is, Garson letGriggs talk him into a second-story job, and now we'll get himwith the goods.... Just call your man for a minute, will you, Mr.Gilder?"Gilder pressed the electric button on his desk. At the samemoment, through the octagonal window came a blinding flash oflight that rested for seconds, then vanished. Burke, by no meansa nervous man, nevertheless was startled by the mysteriousradiance.

"What's that?" he demanded, sharply."It's the flashlight from the Metropolitan Tower," Gilderexplained with a smile over the policeman's perturbation. "Itswings around this way about every fifteen minutes. The servantforgot to draw the curtains." As he spoke, he went to thewindow, and pulled the heavy draperies close. "It won't botherus again."The entrance of the butler brought the Inspector's thoughts backto the matter in hand.

"My man," he said, authoritatively, "I want you to go up to theroof and open the scuttle. You'll find some men waiting upthere. Bring 'em down here."The servant's usually impassive face showed astonishment, notunmixed with dismay, and he looked doubtfully toward his master,who nodded reassuringly."Oh, they won't hurt you," the Inspector declared, as he noticedthe man's hesitation. "They're police officers. You get 'em downhere, and then you go to bed and stay there till morning.

Understand?"Again, the butler looked at his master for guidance in this verypeculiar affair, as he deemed it. Receiving another nod, hesaid:"Very well, sir." He regarded the Inspector with a certainhelpless indignation over this disturbance of the natural order,and left the room.

Gilder himself was puzzled over the situation, which was by nomeans clear to him."How do you know they're going to break into the house to-night?"he demanded of Burke; "or do you only think they're going tobreak into the house?""I know they are." The Inspector's harsh voice brought out thewords boastfully. "I fixed it.""You did!" There was wonder in the magnate's exclamation."Sure," Burke declared complacently, "did it through astool-pigeon.""Oh, an informer," Gilder interrupted, a little doubtfully."Yes," Burke agreed. "Stool-pigeon is the police name for him.

Really, he's the vilest thing that crawls.""But, if you think that," Gilder expostulated, "why do you haveanything to do with that sort of person?""Because it's good business," the Inspector replied. "We knowhe's a spy and a traitor, and that every time he comes near us weought to use a disinfectant. But we deal with him just thesame--because we have to. Now, the stool-pigeon in this trick isa swell English crook. He went to Garson yesterday with a schemeto rob your house. He tried out Mary Turner, too, but shewouldn't stand for it--said it would break the law, which iscontrary to her principles. She told Garson to leave it alone.But he met Griggs afterward without her knowing anything aboutit, and then he agreed to pull it off. Griggs got word to methat it's coming off to-night. And so, you see, Mr. Gilder,that's how I know. Do you get me?""I see," Gilder admitted without any enthusiasm. As a matter offact, he felt somewhat offended that his house should be thussummarily seized as a trap for criminals.

"But why do you have your men come down over the roof?" heinquired curiously."It wasn't safe to bring them in the front way," was theInspector's prompt reply. "It's a cinch the house is beingwatched. I wish you would let me have your latch-key. I want tocome back, and make this collar myself."The owner of the house obediently took the desired key from hisring and gave it to the Inspector with a shrug of resignation.

"But, why not stay, now that you are here?" he asked."Huh!" Burke retorted. "Suppose some of them saw me come in?

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