The officer, winking wisely to himself, thrust his tongue into his cheek.
"Daughter of Isaac Flint, th' Billionaire!" he was thinking, with derision.

"Oh, yes, billionaires' daughters would be visitin' Socialists an' bums an' red-light con-workers like this geezer.

Oh yes, sure, sure they would--I should worry!" Which mental attitude was fortunate, indeed; for it, and it alone, preserved the girl from a wild blare of newspaper notoriety.

Had the truth been known, who could have imagined the results?
For a long time after the girl had departed, Gabriel sat there in his cell, motionless and sunk in deepest thought.

His emotions passed recording.