"You are very unjust, Margaret," she stated, and at sound of her
low triante voice McIntyre whirled around and frowned slightly.
"Jimmie was thinking of the predicament of others, not of himself."
"What do you mean, Helen?" her father demanded.
"Why, how could Jimmie reveal his identity in court without
involving us?" she asked. "Good afternoon, doctor," recollecting
her manners, and her attention thus diverted, she missed the sudden
questioning look which Mrs. Brewster and her father exchanged. "No,"
she continued, "Jimmie sacrificed himself for others."
"By becoming a burglar." McIntyre laughed shortly. "Don't talk
arrant nonsense, Helen."
The girl flushed at his tone, and Dr. Stone, an interested onlooker,
marveled at the fleeting flash of disdain which lighted her dark
eyes. Stone's interest grew. The McIntyre family had always been
particularly congenial, and the devotion of Colonel McIntyre (left
a widower when the twins were in short frocks) to his daughters had
been commented on frequently by their wide circle of friends in
Washington and by acquaintances made in their travels abroad.
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