“No,” was the answer, spoken a little rebelliously.
“Or such clothes? Most of all, did you have safety from the police?”
“No,” Aggie admitted, somewhat more responsively. “But, just the same, I can't see——”
Mary began putting on her gloves, and at the same time strove to give this remarkable young woman some insight into her own point of view, though she knew the task to be one well-nigh impossible.
“Agnes,” she said, didactically, “the richest men in this country have made their fortunes, not because of the law, but in spite of the law. They made up their minds what they wanted to do, and then they engaged lawyers clever enough to show them how they could do it, and still keep within the law. Any one with brains can get rich in this country if he will engage the right lawyer. Well, I have the brains—and Harris is showing me the law—the wonderful twisted law that was made for the rich! Since we keep inside the law, we are safe.”
Aggie, without much apprehension of the exact situation, was moved to a dimpled mirth over the essential humor of the method indicated.
“Gee, that's funny,” she cried happily. “You an' me an' Joe Garson handin' it to 'em, an' the bulls can't touch us! Next thing you know, Harris will be havin' us incorporated as the American Legal Crime Society.”
“I shouldn't be in the least surprised,” Mary assented, as she finished buttoning her gloves. She smiled, but there was a hint of grimness in the bending of her lips. That grimness remained, as she glanced at the clock, then went toward the door of the room, speaking over her shoulder.
“And, now I must be off to a most important engagement with Mr. Dick Gilder.”