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Updated: July 16, 2025
"And the German family at the top?" Dr. Surtaine tapped his chest significantly. "Sure to be plenty of that in this kind of hole. Nothing to do but let 'em die." He did not mention that he had left a twenty-dollar bill and a word of cheer with the gasping consumptive and his wife. Outside of the line of business Dr. Surtaine's charities were silent. "How many of the other cases have you had here?"
Surtaine's desk was a triple setting, a small advertisement, a larger one, and a huge full-newspaper-page size, each embodying the same figure, that of a man half-bent over, with his hand to his back and a lamentable expression on his face. Certain strongly typed words fairly thrust themselves out of the surrounding print: "Pain Back Take Care Means Something Your Kidneys."
"I might have known," sneered Ellis, with an infinite depth of scorn, and went to bear the bitter message to Wayne. While the "Clarion" policy trembled in the balance, Dr. Surtaine's Committee on Suppression was facing a new crisis brought about by the striking down of Norman Hale, of which they received early information.
Robbins saw it, and he's the best reporter we have for really funny stuff." "Kathleen drives that car like a demon out on a spree," said Esmé. "But of course you wouldn't print anything unpleasant about it." "Why not?" asked Wayne. "Well, she belongs to our crowd, Mr. Surtaine's friends, I mean, and it was accidental, I suppose, and so long as the man wasn't hurt " "Only a sprained shoulder."
She had known the kiss of headlong passion, of love's humility, of desperation, even of hot anger; but none had ever visited her lips twice. The game, for her, was ended with the surrender and the avowal; and she protected herself the more easily in that her pulses had never been stirred to more than the thrill of triumph. In Hal Surtaine's arms she was playing for another stake.
Surtaine looked into the muzzle of a revolver. There was a step on the soft rug outside, the curtain of the door to Dr. Surtaine's right parted, and Hal appeared. He carried a light stick. "I thought I heard " he began. Then, seeing the revolver, "What's this! Put that down!" "Don't move, either of you," warned the girl. "I haven't said my say out. You're a fine-matched pair, you two!
Surtaine's estimate of his beloved "Boyee," after a year of separation. "A little bit of a prig. A little bit of a cub. Just a little mite of a snob, too, maybe. But the right, solid, clean stuff underneath. And my son, thank God! My son all through." Hal saw her first, vivid against the lifeless gray of the cement wall, as he turned away from the Pierce car.
Thence the interview pursued a course of indirect reflection upon the matter and method of the patent medicine trade, as exemplified in Certina and its allied industries. The top button of Dr. Surtaine's glossy morning coat, as he read, seemed in danger of flying off into infinite space. His powerful hands opened and closed slowly. Leaning forward he reached for the telephone, but checked himself.
At the door, Hal passed a tall, sinewy young man with heavy brows and rebellious hair. A slight, humorous uptilt to his mouth relieved the face of impassivity and saved it from a too formal clericalism. The visitor was too deeply concerned with some consideration of his inner self to more than glance at Hal, who heard Dr. Surtaine's hearty greeting through the closing door. "Glad to see you, Mr.
Surtaine's employees, a woman under the protection of his roof, even though it were but the factory roof that, indeed, would be a shock to his feudal conception of business honor. Such dismal considerations the Doctor had suppressed during an unusually uncomfortable dinner, on a hot and thunder-breeding evening when both of the Surtaines had painfully talked against time.
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