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Updated: June 9, 2025


Golf, as Mr. Ford played it, was an expensive luxury. No doubt the exercise was beneficial, but puttering about a garden would have done equally. Starratt might have let all this pass. He was by heart and nature and training a conservative and he had sympathy for the genial vanities of life.

Even a fool would scarcely have left so forbidding a character to dawdle about the living room while she went to fetch her mistress. He had expected to find this room changed, and yet he was not prepared for quite the quality of familiarity which it possessed. Most of the old Hilmer knickknacks had been swept aside, their places taken by bits that had once enlivened the Starratt household.

He turned sharply toward his office. Young Brauer was just mounting the steps. "Well, what's new?" Brauer threw out, genially. "Not a thing in the world!" escaped Starratt. They went into the office together. Old Wetherbee was carrying his cash book out of the safe. The old man smiled. He was usually in good humor early in the morning. "Well, what's new?" he inquired, gayly.

A great compassion seemed suddenly to flood him for a moment he forgot his own plight. "I don't remember the number of the house ... she's with friends. You'll find the name in the telephone book... Hilmer Fourteenth Avenue. Ask for Mrs. Starratt." "Axel Hilmer ... the man who " "He's a shipbuilder. Do you know him?" She smiled wanly. "Yes ... I know lots of people."

Ah yes, timid sheep make easy herding!" For the first time Fred Starratt saw Monet quivering with unleashed conviction, and he glimpsed the hidden turbulence of spirit which churned under the placid surface. "After a while," Monet went on, "when I got almost to the snapping point, they sent me to Ward Six.

"After the first of July they'll slap on war-time prohibition and it won't be so easy." Starratt acquiesced. He usually didn't drink anything stronger than tea with the noonday meal, because anything even mildly alcoholic made him loggy and unfit for work, but the thought that to-day he was free intrigued him.

"To the detention hospital... You'll stay there a week or so for observation... It's a mere form." "And from there?" "To the state hospital at Fairview." Fred Starratt flung down the brush. "Why don't you call it by its right name? ... I'm told it's an insane asylum." Watson stared and then came forward with a little threatening gesture.

When she left the office Fred said to Helen, casually: "I don't think much of your taste, old girl. That hat was awful!" Helen laughed maliciously. "Of course it was!" she flung back. Starratt shrugged and said no more. There was kindliness back of many deceits, but he knew now that Helen's insincerities with Mrs. Hilmer were not justified by even so dubious virtue.

And in that swift and yet prolonged exchange of glances Fred Starratt read Storch's purpose completely... There followed a moment of swift action in which Storch made a clipt movement toward his hip pocket, and in a trice Fred Starratt felt himself bear quickly down upon the shattered lamp, grasp it firmly in his two hands, and bring it crashing against Storch's upflung forehead.

The first week passed in an inferno of idleness. Fred Starratt grew to envy even the wretches who were permitted to carry swill to the pigs. There once had been a time in his life when ambition had pricked him with a desire for affluent ease... He had been grounded in the religious conviction that work had been wished upon a defenseless humanity as a curse.

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