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Elsa knew that he was of violent temperament, dictatorial and rough; she knew that he was fond of drink, and of the society of Klara Goldstein, the Jewess, but she really did not care.
Then why this whispering and this sneaking?" He was working himself up to a greater and ever greater passion of fury. He kept his voice low because he didn't want Ignácz Goldstein to hear not just yet, at any rate for Ignácz was a hard man and a stern father, and God only knew what he might not do if he was roused.
So I went up and knocked, and when I got no answer, I opened the door and went in, and then I saw " Here the poor soul, overcome by the dreadful recollection, burst into hysterical sobs. "Her door was unlocked, then; did she usually lock it?" "I think so," sobbed Mrs. Goldstein. "The key was always inside." "And the street door; was that secure when you came down this morning?" "It was shut.
"Did he ask any explanation about Maud's appearing in the picture of a rival company?" inquired Arthur. "No, not a word." "Did he mention Mr. Jones, who conquered him so mysteriously?" asked Beth. "Not at all. Goldstein confined himself strictly to business; but he treated us with unusual courtesy," explained Maud.
This gloomy view made them all silent for a time, each thoughtfully considering the matter. Then Maud asked: "Do you know the cash value of Mr. Jones' stock in the Continental Film Company?" Colby shook his head, but Uncle John replied: "Goldstein told me it is worth millions." "Ah!" exclaimed the girl. "There, then, is our proof." The lawyer reflected, with knitted brows.
"Oh, pardon me!" she added hastily and fled back to the managerial sanctum. "That's funny!" muttered Flo, half to herself. "Yes," he said, laughing, "my cards are charged with electricity, and they're bound to galvanize anyone in this establishment. Come in, Miss Flo," he added, as Goldstein rushed out of his office to greet the boy effusively; "your business takes precedence to mine, you know."
It is my duty to protect the interests of the Continental, you know, sir. But it's all right now, of course! Isn't it all right now, Mr. Jones?" "You'd better go, Goldstein," said the boy in a weary tone, and sat down again. The manager hesitated. Then he bowed to Maud Stanton and to the others, murmuring: "All a mistake, you see; all a mistake. I I beg everybody's pardon."
He had risen to his feet and stood with squared shoulders, legs wide apart, and hands buried in the pockets of his tightly-fitting trousers. An ugly, ill-tempered, masterful man, who showed in every line of his attitude that he meant to be supreme lord in his own household. "Klara Goldstein belongs to this village," he reiterated with forced suavity, "she is my friend, is she not?"
How is that for a mix-up and at dinner time, too!" said the clerk, disgustedly. Arthur went back and reported. "All right," said Patsy, much relieved. "We've got him started and now he can take care of himself. Come, Uncle; let's all go down town and see the picture that drove Mr. Goldstein crazy." "He was very decent to us to-day," asserted Flo Stanton.
He was drenched to the skin with accumulated drippings ere a smart brougham drove up, a smart groom opened an umbrella, and a smart an unimaginably smart Gittel Goldstein alighted. Yes, the incredible was true! Beneath that coquettish veil, under the aureole of hair, gleamed the piquant eyes he had kissed so often. He remained petrified an instant, dazed and staring.
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