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Gard laughed again, then broke off as suddenly as he had begun; and passion thrilled in his voice as he turned fierce eyes upon his enemy. "I am laughing at the singular role this painting has played in my life. We have met before the Heim Vandyke and I. If Fate chooses to turn painter, we must grind his colors, I suppose. But what I intend to grind first, is you, Victor Mahr!
Gard called, and a party to the business under discussion; it was now believed that she might have remained concealed in the outer room until after the great financier had taken his departure. Of this, however, there was no present evidence. Mahr had dismissed the butler and told him to lock up yet the woman had not been seen to leave. Of course she could have let herself out, or Mr.
Gard, and preceded him across the anteroom to the well-remembered door of the inner sanctum, which he threw open before the guest, and retired silently. Closing the door securely behind him, Gard turned toward the sole occupant of the room. Mahr did not heed his coming nor rise to greet him.
Marteen in her anguish and despair might make an effort to see and upbraid the man whose hatred and vengeance had wrecked her life. Mahr must be warned of all that had taken place, and schooled to meet the situation to confess at once that his plans had been thwarted, that his tongue was forever bound to silence and that his intended victim was free.
He went everywhere, where he felt sure of seeing her, and could he have removed Teddy Mahr from the obviously reserved place at Dorothy's side, he could have enjoyed those moments without the undercurrent of his troubled fears. That Mahr was rebelliously angry at the situation was evident. Gard had seen the look in his eyes on more than one occasion, and it boded evil to someone.
Mahr, whatever else he might be, was no fool, and even as Gard seemed a prey to nervous irritation, so Mahr appeared to experience a bitter pleasure in parrying his adversary's vicious thrusts and lunging at every opening in the other's arguments.
"Well," he began slowly, "I put our men on the other end of the case Balling, the Essex Safe Company and all that, and I went after Mahr myself. I think I can give you a fair idea of his daily life. He's at the office early before nine, usually and by twelve he's off, unless something unusual happens. He lunches with a club of men, as I guess you know.
We heard it as we hear lots of things that don't get out; but there was a yarn that Mahr was a bigamist; that his first wife was living when he married Miss Theobald. She died when the boy was born, and in that case she was never his legal wife, and of course now never can be. The other woman's dead, too, they say; but who's to prove it?
"Well, I happen to know they got what they were after in the way of information. But I took the liberty of being custodian of the contents of that strong box with Miss Marteen's permission, of course so there is nothing more to be done in that direction. Now, have you had a man trailing Mahr?
He saw her gaze at her hands with dilating eyes, and divined before she spoke the question she whispered: "Who killed Victor Mahr?" He bent above her gravely. "His wife. The wife he had cruelly wronged his wife, who escaped at last from an asylum. She is quite mad now.
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