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Updated: September 22, 2025
I have nothing to do with that gem of art." The Great Man's face fell. He was in for a bad quarter of an hour. Lady with a hard luck story he was not unused to the type but Mrs. Martin Marteen! He could not very well dismiss her unheard, an acquaintance of years' standing, a friend of his sister's. His curiosity was aroused. What could be the matter with the impeccable Mrs. Marteen?
A word or two caught her attention. She turned back, and read: Miss DOROTHY MARTEEN: "That the sins of the parents should be visited upon the children is, perhaps, hard. But we feel it time for you to understand thoroughly your situation, in order that you may determine what your future is to be. You have been reared all your life on stolen, or what is worse, extorted money.
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.
Slowly with growing fear she turned the numbers of the combination and paused she could not face the ordeal, but with the releasing of the clutch, the weight of the door caused it to open slowly, as if an invisible force drew it outward and Mrs. Marteen saw before her the empty shelves within.
Well, it's no use; he won't come out again for you or your likes never again, never again," and she chuckled. "I was here last night. I sat here last night," said Mrs. Marteen, her mind reverting to its last conscious moment. The woman peered at her closely, striving to see through the meshes of the veil where the electric light touched her cheek. "You did? What fur?
His sister had a praiseworthy manner of distributing his slightest word of which he not infrequently took advantage. "Well, you see, I was indebted to Marteen for a number of kindnesses in the early days, though we'd rather drifted apart before he died had some slight business differences, in fact. But I'd like to do all I can for his widow and that really sweet child of theirs.
Thus they sat immobile as figures of wax for the space of ten minutes. Then Hillyard relaxed from his attention. "They must have got her plump with the first shot," he said; and, indeed, there was no other explanation for that boom of a solitary cannon across the midnight sea. José Medina laughed. "So the little Marteen had made his arrangements?"
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?"
Well, he needs the best legal advice that's to be had, or I miss my guess." He rose and took leave of his friend, entered his motor and was driven rapidly uptown. Still his thoughts were of Mrs. Marteen, and again unaccountable annoyance possessed him. Confound it! Mahr had been held up. Clifton knew about it; that argued that Mahr had taken the facts, whatever they were, to them.
With a casual nod to Mrs. Marteen, he called to the nurse and led her from the room, his finger rapidly tapping the sick-room chart, as if medical directions were first in his mind. Left alone, Gard approached the bed, and in answer to the unspoken question in her eyes, fumbled in his pocket and brought forth the thin packets of letters and the folded yellow cheques.
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