"Doubtless they are insults to our cause, not replies to our importunities, Miss Emerson!" he hurriedly replied.
He looked sharply at Burke.
"Well, sir, having finished what I consider my midday devotions, I am very busy. What can I do for you?"
"You can listen to what I have to say," retorted Burke; resenting the condescending tone. "I come here to see you about some actual conditions. I have read some of your literature, and if you are as anxious to do some active good as you write you are, I can give you enough to keep your entire organization busy."
It was a very different personality which shone forth from those sharp black eyes now, than the smug, quasi-religious man who had spoken before.
"I don't like your manner, young man. Tell me what you have to say, and do it quickly."
"Well, yours is the Purity League. I happen to have run across a gang of procurers who drug girls, and make their livelihood off the shame of the girls they get into their clutches. I can give you the names of these men, their haunts, and you can apply the funds and influence of your society in running them to earth, with my assistance and that of a number of other policemen I know."
Trubus rose from his chair.
"I have heard this story many times before, my young friend. It does not interest me."
"What!" exclaimed Burke, "you advertise and obtain money from the public to fight for purity and when a man comes to you with facts and with the gameness to help you fight, you say you are not interested."