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As a matter of fact, she disliked him as much as they did, although she, and any and every girl there, would really have been immensely pleased and flattered by his admiration, had he cared to bestow it. But George Brauer's sea-blue eyes never rested for a second upon any Front Office girl with anything but annoyed responsibility.
His fears were confirmed. He had been brought before the executive committee on a charge of rebating preferred by Kendrick. The evidence was complete in at least three cases and they all involved Brauer's clients. In short, Kendrick had sworn affidavits from three people to the effect that a representative of Starratt & Co. had granted a discount on fire-insurance business.
But as he folded up the letter and slipped it into his coat pocket he began to have a suspicion as to the reason for Brauer's haste. The next morning Fred Starratt went down to the office alone. Mrs. Hilmer had telephoned the night before an invitation for Helen to join them in a motor trip down the Ocean Shore Boulevard to Half moon Bay and home by way of San Mateo.
He had never seen such pallor as that which shook the color from Brauer's face. He decided not to torment him further. He had established a sense of the unfathomable for the present and future terror of his trembling little ex-partner. His revenge, so far as Brauer was concerned, was complete. He had not the slightest wish to see Brauer again.
Brauer turned a face of amazed and insolent incredulity toward Fred. "Well, you won't get it from me!" he flung back. Fred Starratt grasped Brauer's puny wrist in a ferocious grip. "Oh yes, I will... Do you know who I am?" "You? ... No... Let me go; you're hurting me!" "Look at me closely!" "I tell you I don't know you. Are you crazy?"
She managed never to catch his eye, when he was in Mr. Brauer's office, and took great pains not to meet him. However, in the lingering sweet twilight of a certain soft spring evening, when she had left the office, and was beginning the long walk home, she heard sudden steps behind her, and turned to see Peter. "Aren't you the little seven-leagued booter! Wait a minute, Susan! C'est moi!
He let his hands close once more tightly about Brauer's puny wrists. "Remember ... you have not seen me. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Not a living soul ... you are not to even suggest that ... otherwise ... well, I am living with an anarchist, and a word to the wise ..." He turned abruptly and left his companion standing on the street corner, staring vacantly after him.
What we're trying to do is to hush this thing up, so that in due time you can come back and take your place in society again without scandal." "How are you going to stop Brauer's tongue?" "Oh, we'll see that he keeps his counsel... Hilmer will throw him a sop... He's going in with this man Kendrick, you know." Fred rose and went over to the washbasin and drew himself a drink. Finally he spoke.
"Can't you see, Brauer, that the principle is the same?" "Principle! Oh, shoot!... We're out to make money, not to reform business methods." Starratt made no further reply, but Brauer's attitude rankled. He began to wish that he hadn't allowed Brauer to go in on his venture. 'But it had taken money ... more than he had imagined.
"Why do you go about collecting premiums and holding them back from the office?... That isn't sound business tactics." Brauer's sharp teeth glistened savagely in spite of his weak and bloodless mouth. "What have you been doing ... bothering my people? I'll trouble you to let me attend to my own clients in future. Those premiums aren't due for a good six weeks yet. When they are I'll turn them in."
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