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With an active swing of his athletic body, Dorothy's adorer collected his hat, gloves and cane in one sweep, spun on his heel with gleeful ease, smiled his sudden sunny smile, and waved a quick good-by. Teddy Mahr paused for a moment before descending to the street. He was honestly disappointed. He had hoped with all his heart to overcome Gard's opposition.
The sudden recollection of this fact made him cast such a glance of scrutiny at the gentleman as to quite discompose him. "What's the old man up to, gimleting me in the eye like that? He's got something up his sleeve," thought Mahr. "I wonder did she ever corner him?" was the question uppermost in Gard's mind.
"He may have known the knockout was only temporary, and he was afraid he'd come to; or the man might have been known to Mahr, and he'd recognized him." Brencherly shook his head incredulously. "And the woman? What description did the servants give?" There was a perceptible pause before he asked the question. "The woman?
Martin Marteen was a friend of mine, and I'm interested in his little daughter, who has just come out. Theodore Mahr is attentive to her, and I'm not keen about it, and what you tell me about his father doesn't make me any happier. What sort of a woman is Mrs. Marteen from your point of view? Of course I know her well socially, but what's her rating with you?"
A man was coming out of the white and gold ginger-bread entrance, like a maggot from some huge cake. The man was small, middle-aged, dark, with unwieldy movements and evil, predatory eyes "Like Victor Mahr!" she said aloud; "like Victor Mahr!" The man passed before her and was gone from the circle of light into the darkness of the outer street. She gave a gasp, and her mad eyes dilated.
Of course nobody knows that; Twickenbaur's reputation is too bad Mahr goes to your lawyers, apparently." "There isn't any blackmail in any of that," the older man snarled. "Oh!" cried the youth, his blue eyes lighting. "Oh, it's blackmail you want! Well, the only thing that looks that way is a story that nobody has been able to substantiate.
But it's dollars to doughnuts he's after something, and they've put a flattie around somewhere. Of course I don't know how this frames up with what you told me about young Mahr, but I thought you might dope it out, perhaps." Gard sat down before his writing table, and wrote out a substantial cheque. "There, Brencherly, that's for you. Thank you. Now I put you on this officially.
If anyone knew of her coming before that, she would be cleared. No one knew of his own feud with Mahr; no one suspected it. His word would be accepted. Mahr's face, repulsive in life, was hideous in death a mask of selfishness, duplicity and venomous cunning from which departing life had taken its one charm of intelligence. He looked at the wound again.
Had he told them who it was who threatened him? Then Clifton knew that Mrs. Marteen was a Hang it! What possible right had he to jump to the wild conviction that Victor Mahr had been blackmailed at all? Because he was a friend of the lady's a pretty reason that! Did men make friends of Yes, they did; he intended to himself; why not that hound of a Mahr? Clifton did know something.
Mahr to go out. In bereavements, such as yours, sir, it's not the proper thing for you to be making exhibitions of yourself. Like as not the reporters have been taking pictures. And at any time they may find out that my poor dear sister is ill and wandering. I don't know what to say! The papers will be full of it.
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