All he cared about was
the fact that Billie, so cold ten minutes before, had allowed him to
kiss her for the forty-second time. If you had asked him, he would have
said that he had acted for the best, and that out of evil cometh good,
or some sickening thing like that. That was the sort of man Samuel
Marlowe was.
His face was very close to Billie's, who had cheered up wonderfully by
this time, and he was whispering his degraded words of endearment into
her ear, when there was a sort of explosion in the doorway.
"Great Godfrey!" exclaimed Mr. Rufus Bennett, gazing on the scene from
this point of vantage and mopping with a large handkerchief a scarlet
face, which, as the result of climbing three flights of stairs, had
become slightly soluble. "Great Heavens above!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Remarkable as the apparition of Mr. Bennett appeared to his daughter, the
explanation of his presence at that moment in the office of Marlowe,
Thorpe, Prescott, Winslow, and Appleby was simple.
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