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you?"
She put her two pretty hands on his shoulders, and he weighed the matter very carefully. "Very
well," he said, "only I'll go to the foot of the stairs with you."
They went to the door and he opened it. Outside were Alderson with two other detectives and
Mrs. Davis, standing perhaps five feet away.
"Well," said Cowperwood, commandingly, looking at Alderson.
"There's a gentleman down-stairs wishes to see the lady," said Alderson. "It's her father, I think,"
he added quietly.
Cowperwood made way for Aileen, who swept by, furious at the presence of men and this
exposure. Her courage had entirely returned. She was angry now to think her father would
make a public spectacle of her. Cowperwood started to follow.
"I'd advise you not to go down there right away," cautioned Alderson, sagely. "That's her father.
Butler's her name, isn't it? He don't want you so much as he wants her."
Cowperwood nevertheless walked slowly toward the head of the stairs, listening.
"What made you come here, father?" he heard Aileen ask.
Butler's reply he could not hear, but he was now at ease for he knew how much Butler loved his
daughter.
Confronted by her father, Aileen was now attempting to stare defiantly, to look reproachful, but
Butler's deep gray eyes beneath their shaggy brows revealed such a weight of weariness and
despair as even she, in her anger and defiance, could not openly flaunt. It was all too sad.
"I never expected to find you in a place like this, daughter," he said. "I should have thought you
would have thought better of yourself." His voice choked and he stopped.
"I know who you're here with," he continued, shaking his head sadly. "The dog! I'll get him yet.
I've had men watchin' you all the time. Oh, the shame of this day! The shame of this day! You'll
be comin' home with me now."
"That's just it, father," began Aileen. "You've had men watching me. I should have thought--"
She stopped, because he put up his hand in a strange, agonized, and yet dominating way.
"None of that! none of that!" he said, glowering under his strange, sad, gray brows. "I can't stand
it! Don't tempt me! We're not out of this place yet. He's not! You'll come home with me now."
Aileen understood. It was Cowperwood he was referring to. That frightened her.
"I'm ready," she replied, nervously.
The old man led the way broken-heartedly. He felt he would never live to forget the agony of
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