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They were two men of business met to consult upon a matter of money. The host was thoroughly disappointed. For ten days he had lost no opportunity of following up both Dorothy and her mother. Dorothy had responded with frank-hearted liking; Mrs. Marteen had suffered herself to be interested. "How's my débutante?" he asked cordially, as Mrs. Marteen entered.
He will have the hospitals canvassed. If you locate her, Brencherly, send my doctor to her at once. Get her to her own apartment, and don't let her talk. I want you to pick a man to watch the morgue; to look up every case of reported suicide that by any chance might be Mrs. Marteen here or in other cities."
You would have paid twice as much for the Vandyke." "And how do you propose, Mrs. Marteen, to effect this little business deal without compromising either of us?" His tone was half banter, but her reply was to the point. "I will place my twenty-five thousand with your firm, with the understanding that you are to invest for me, in any deal you happen to be interested in Texas, for instance.
"On that night you were certainly with me! No, let me think! There were five men, yes, five and a boy from Valencia Martin." He pronounced the word in the Spanish way as Marteen. "Who led the horse in the first cart," said Hillyard, and he pointed to his visiting card which José Medina still held in his hand. José Medina read it again. "Marteen Hillyard."
Marteen all outlined a possible solution to the tragedy in Washington Square. He hesitated a moment. His first impulse was to descend the fire escapes in turn and look below for further trace of her going. But he realized that he could reach the alley quicker by going through the house. He cursed himself for a careless fool. How could he have allowed this to happen!
I don't want to say too much or raise any hopes that I can't make good; but there's just this: when I leave the house it will be to start on another trail. In the meantime, everything is being done that is humanly possible to find Mrs. Marteen. There's only one other way, and that, for the present, won't do it's newspaper publicity, photographic reproductions and a reward.
"Lock up, will you, and at any time Mrs. Marteen wants to see me admit her at once." Mr. Saunders' face shone. He, too, was a devout worshiper at the shrine of art. "The Vandyke?" he inquired hopefully. "Well, no but I'm negotiating for a very remarkable series of letters of er Napoleon concerning er Waterloo."
Robin Hood. He fell asleep at last and dreamed that he met Mrs. Marteen under the greenwood tree, and watched her as with unerring aim she sent a bolt from her bow through the heart of a running deer. He awoke when the valet called him, and was amused with his dream. Not in years had such an interest entered his life.
"I tried to get you last night," he rasped; "anyhow, you're here. What have you to report to me?" Brencherly shook his head. "As far as I can learn, sir, there's nobody slipped in the Marteen place, sir. All the information about the safe they have they got from the manufacturers and the people who installed it only a short time ago." Gard frowned.
MY DEAR MRS. MARTEEN: If you will be so good as to drop in at the library at five, it will give me great pleasure to go over with you the details of my stewardship. The commission with which you honored me has, I think, been well directed to an excellent result. Moreover, a little chat with you will be, as always, a real pleasure to Yours in all admiration,
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