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Your account with Morley & Gard stands you in one hundred thousand dollars, and it will be more if you don't disturb the present investment for a few days." Mrs. Marteen's eyes were wide. "What are you doing this for?" she said calmly. "That wasn't the bargain. I'll not touch a penny more." "Why did I do it? Because I won't have any question of blackmail between us.
Marteen's safe; he, himself, had told him that those efforts had been successful. Brencherly knew of Mrs. Marteen's sudden return, her visit to her home and her mysterious disappearance. The motive of the murder was supplied, the disappearance accounted for. Already the detective's trained mind had doubtless pieced together the fragments of these broken lives.
Gard," came the quiet voice of the detective, "I've a piece of information, that, from what you told me the other day, I thought might interest you. I have found out that Mr. Mahr is making every effort to find out the combination of Mrs. Marteen's private safe." "What!" "Yes. I learned it from one of the men in the Cole agency. Mr. Mahr didn't come to us. I'm not betraying any trust, you see.
More and more convinced of some ulterior motive in Mrs. Marteen's departure, his irritation made him gruff. Even Dorothy, seeing his ill-temper, retired to the far corner of the room, and eyed him with surprise above her embroidery. Feeling the discord of his present mood, he rose to take his leave. "Do arrange to come," smiled Mrs. Marteen, with just a touch of irony in her clear voice.
Marteen's acquaintance. They were numerous, both his friends and enemies. What had they done? What was her hold over them? Had she in all cases worked as silently, as thoroughly, as understandingly as she had with him? Did she always show her hand at the psychological moment? Did she rob only the rich the guilty? Was she Robin Hood in velvet, antique lace and sables? Ah, he liked that Mme.
His spirit felt clean and elated as it rose from the depths. It was with a smile that he pushed back his chair and rose from the table where, for a full hour, he had sat in silent self-communing. He still smiled as he entered the motor and was driven to Mrs. Marteen's.
He found himself taking a throbbing interest in the visitors at the loge opposite. He was as interested in Dorothy Marteen's admirers as any fond father could be; and yet his eyes turned with strange, fascinated jealousy to the older woman's loveliness. Suddenly he drew in the focus of his glasses.
She felt that should she require that weary body to do anything it must refuse. Through her half-closed lids she saw the woman who had first aroused her enter the room with a tray. "Dear, dear!" she heard her say. "You must cover up. Don't lie on the outside of the bed; get under the covers." To Mrs. Marteen's intense inner surprise, the weary body obeyed, crawling feebly beneath the sheets.
No sooner had this inner self refused to accept Mrs. Marteen's story than his mind began supplying reasons for her departure and the very first held him spellbound. Was it another move in her perpetual game? Was she on the track of someone's secret?
His men were on the spot and reporting to him; but that could not make up for personal investigation. In view of these new developments, what would be Mrs. Marteen's next move? Some secret bond connected the three Mahr, Gard and Mrs. Marteen. Brencherly, alone in Gard's library, rose and paced the room, glancing at the desk clock every time his line of march took him past the table.
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