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It ended in a list being made of the chief offenders owners, managers, irascible foremen. Fred Starratt listened like a man in a dream. When Hilmer was named he found himself shivering. These people were plotting murder now cool, calm, passionless murder! There was something fascinating in the very nonchalance of it. Storch's eyes glittered more and more savagely.
When she left the office Fred said to Helen, casually: "I don't think much of your taste, old girl. That hat was awful!" Helen laughed maliciously. "Of course it was!" she flung back. Starratt shrugged and said no more. There was kindliness back of many deceits, but he knew now that Helen's insincerities with Mrs. Hilmer were not justified by even so dubious virtue.
"You look too sweet for anything!" Helen would exclaim, rushing upon her new friend with an eager kiss. At this Mrs. Hilmer always dimpled with wholesome pleasure. Well, she did look sweet, in a motherly, bovine way, Fred admitted, when the note of insincerity in his wife's voice jarred him. One day Mrs.
"Including your share in the Hilmer business?" Brauer had the grace to wince. "Well, there was nothing said absolutely." "And what did you figure was Hilmer's reason for ... well, wanting me to summer at Fairview?" Brauer toyed with a spoon. "There could only be one reason." "Don't be afraid. You mean that my wife..." "Yes ... just that!"
He felt that he could almost say with Hilmer: "I know all the dirty, rotten things of life by direct contact." All but murder yet it had brushed close to him. Even now he could evoke the choking rage that had engulfed him on that night of his arrest when his defenseless cheek had reddened to the blow of humiliation. This had been, however, a flash of passion.
Railroading you? I don't believe you know where you are going." He shrugged wearily. "No; you're right. And I don't much care." "Why didn't you send for me?" she demanded. "That night when they got you I told you I had a pull... I'm not a Hilmer, but I can work a few people myself... I haven't always been a cheap skate. There was a time when I had them fighting over me.
What he did realize was that the leveling process which goes hand in hand with the mingling of sexes in a workday world was setting in. And he resented it. He wanted to coddle illusion ... he had no wish for a world practical to the point of bleakness. One afternoon Hilmer came in at the usual time with a handful of memoranda.
The business end of his suggestion had been the last thing in his mind. He managed to voice a commonplace protest, and Hilmer, taking his place at the wheel, said: "Come in and talk it over sometime... Perhaps you can persuade me." Starratt smiled pallidly and the car shot forward. He watched it out of sight. Instead of going back into the house he walked aimlessly down the block.
He had wondered what stupidity possessed him to send Ginger in warning to a man like Hilmer. ... With almost psychic power he had created for himself the scene at the depot with Ginger pouring her tremulous message into contemptuous ears.
Dissimulation was such an art with her that it was unconscious. He had asked her only one question: "And how is Mrs. Hilmer?" Even now he shuddered at the completeness with which her words betrayed her. "There is no change ... we are simply waiting." He had turned away from this crowning disclosure. Waiting? No wonder she could veil her desire in such disarming patience!
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