"
Darwin K. Anthony's pallor matched hers as he read the sheet, then
he exclaimed, weakly, "Thank God! Something told me to come
straight to you. Something always tells me where to find the heart
of things."
"Quick! You must lose no time," she exclaimed. "He is in prison,
and the place is frightful. I will go with you to the Mayor. Ah,
I'm very glad he will get his freedom from your hands. I was so
weak. When this is done I shall go back North and try to live it
out. But I love him very dearly, Mr. Anthony." Her lip trembled
piteously. "And I could have done so much for him."
Grim-faced and scowling he re-read the letter in his hand during
the moment it required for Edith to make ready. The injustice that
had been done his blood roused every passion in him. He had
himself well in hand, however, and he restrained his yearning to
burst forcibly into the police barracks and take his boy to his
heart. He determined there should be no possible slip--and he
longed ferociously to meet Ramon Alfarez.
Kirk was considerably surprised that afternoon when a sergeant and
two policemen came to his cell, signifying that he was to
accompany them. He could not make out where they were taking him,
and, despite their unusual politeness, they were dense to all
inquiries.
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