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Updated: June 9, 2025
It was the same voice that had broken in upon another tense situation months before with: "What nice corn pudding this is, Mrs. Starratt...Would you mind telling me how you made it?" Had they been moving in a circle since that fatal evening, Fred had found himself wondering...or had he merely been dreaming? The scene which followed had been unforgetable the chauffeur and Hilmer lifting Mrs.
Helen Starratt had read about the thrills that the heroines of novels received from the mating fever, but she had to confess that she had not experienced anything as exciting as a thrill during the entire period of her husband's wooing. She had felt satisfaction, a mild triumph, a gratified vanity, if you will, but that was as far as her emotional experience had gone.
Brauer, disconcerted by his friend's vehemence, merely had shrugged, but at another time he said, craftily: "If Hilmer wants to break even on the fire business he gives us, why can't we make it up some other way?... There's nothing against giving him all the commissions on that automobile liability policy we placed the other day. We can do what we please with that profit." Starratt flushed.
But sitting there, facing this trio, each busy with his own swift thought, it gradually dawned upon Fred Starratt that now they were afraid of him. Like a captured and blinded Samson he was in a position to bring the temple walls crashing down upon them all.
"This is the best arrangement, under the circumstances," Watson explained. "You'll want to be quiet and lie low." Fred assented indifferently. He was very tired and all he longed for was a chance to sleep. In less than fifteen minutes after his release Fred Starratt found himself alone in the narrow impersonal room where Hilmer's emissary had installed him.
Thus it was that over her household tasks on this particular February morning Helen Starratt dawdled as her mind played with the fiction of what Hilmer might become under the proper influence. Now, if she had married him!... It was all very well for Mrs. Hilmer to see that her lord and master was fed properly, but why did she waste hours over a custard when she had money enough to hire it done?
Some said that Hilmer was backing the entire Starratt venture, that he, in fact, was Starratt & Co., with Fred merely a salaried man, allowing his name to be used. Others conceded a partnership arrangement. But Kendrick announced in a loud tone up and down the street: "Partnership nothing! I know Hilmer. He's got too many irons in the fire now. He wouldn't be annoyed with the insurance game.
After a while Monet detached himself from the rest of the walking throng and fell back with Starratt. He seemed to have an instinctive gift for sensing moods, and Fred was grateful for his silence. They were passing by a two-story concrete building in the Colonial style when Monet touched Fred's arm. "That's the famous Ward Six," Monet explained, softly.
Starratt lingered in the marble-flanked doorway... The man crossed the street and stood on the corner. Fred decided to lunch at Hjul's. During the short walk to his destination he dismissed everything from his mind except the anticipation of food. He discovered he was very hungry and it struck him that he had forgotten to breakfast.
She had on her hat and coat, and, as she retreated to the kitchen, Helen Starratt flashed a significant look at her husband. He followed the woman reluctantly. When he entered the kitchen she was leaning against the sink, smoothing on a pair of faded silk gloves. "I'm sorry," he began, awkwardly, "but I forgot to cash a check to-day. How much do you charge?"
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