the grave of his young wife, to be resurrected only for his son.
In most things, he was consistently a hard man. Since he had no
imagination, he could have no real sympathy.

He whirled about in his swivel chair, and blew a cloud of smoke
from his mouth. When he spoke, his voice was deeply resonant.

"I simply did my duty," he said. "You are aware that I did not
seek any consultation with Judge Lawlor. He sent for me, and
asked me what I thought about the case--whether I thought it
would be right to let the girl go on a suspended sentence. I
told him frankly that I believed that an example should be made
of her, for the sake of others who might be tempted to steal.
Property has some rights, Demarest, although it seems to be
getting nowadays so that anybody is likely to deny it." Then the
fretful, half-alarmed note sounded in his voice again, as he
continued: "I can't understand why the girl wants to see me."

The lawyer smiled dryly, since he had his back turned at the
moment.

"Why," he vouchsafed, "she just said that, if you would see her
for ten minutes, she would tell you how to stop the thefts in
this store."

Gilder displayed signs of triumph. He brought his chair to a
level and pounded the desk with a weighty fist.

"There!" he cried. "I knew it. The girl wants to confess.
Well, it's the first sign of decent feeling she's shown. I