the Inspector cried roughly. "The answer is,
once for all, leave town this afternoon, or you'll be in the Tombs in
the morning."

Abruptly, a change came over the woman. Hitherto, she had been cynical,
sarcastic, laughing, careless, impudent. Now, of a sudden, she was all
seriousness, and she spoke with a gravity that, despite their volition,
impressed both the men before her.

"It can't be done, Inspector," she said, sedately.

The declaration, simple as it was, aroused the official to new
indignation.

"Who says it can't?" he vociferated, overflowing with anger at this
flouting of the authority he represented.

Mary opened a drawer of the desk, and took out the document obtained
that morning from Harris, and held it forth.

"This," she replied, succinctly.

"What's this?" Burke stormed. But he took the paper.

Demarest looked over the Inspector's 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 a new respect.

"What's this?" Burke repeated helplessly. It was not easy for him
to interpret the legal phraseology. Mary was kind enough to make the
document clear to him.

"It's a temporary restraining order from the Supreme Court, instructing
you to let me alone until you have legal proof that I have broken the
law.... Do you get that, Mr. Inspector Burke?"

The plethoric official stared hard at the injunction.

"Another new one," he stuttered finally. Then his anger sought vent in
violent assertion. "But it can't be done!" he shouted.

"You might ask Mr. Demarest," Mary suggested, pleasantly, "as to whether
or not it can be done. The gambling houses can do it, and so keep on
breaking the law. The race track men can do it, and laugh at the law.
The railroad can do it, to restrain its employees from striking. So, why
shouldn't I get one, too? You see, I have money. I can buy all the law
I want. And there's nothing you can't do with the law, if you have money
enough.... Ask Mr. Demarest. He knows."

Burke was fairly gasping over this outrage against his authority.

"Can you beat that!" he rumbled with a raucously sonorous vehemence.
He regarded Mary with a stare of almost reverential wonder. "A crook
appealing to the law!"

There came a new note into the woman's voice as she answered the gibe.

"No, simply getting justice," she said simply. "That's the remarkable
part of it." She threw off her serious air. "Well, gentlemen