"Ve are t'rough," said the professor. "Ve know it all."
"And Brassfield? Did I——?"
"You have done him notting," said the professor. "You are all recht. You need not fear——"
"And the lady—Elizabeth?" suggested Amidon, as passing to the thing of next importance.
"It is near morning," said Madame le Claire, "and you are prostrated. We are all very tired. Aaron must take you to your hotel. You must sleep. Never fear, no harm is coming to you. When you wake, come to me, and I will tell you all about it—'All Mysteries Solved,' you know. Good night. You will sleep late in the morning."
VII
ENTER THE LEGAL MIND
The need of lucre never looms so large
As when 'tis gotten in some devious way:
It mitigates the blackness of the charge
That every nether level yielded pay.
The man who dares e'en to the prison's marge
Should bring back what he went for—or should stay!
The need of lucre never looms so large
As when 'tis gotten in some devious way.