“Do you suppose I am running the Federal courts?”
“You'd better find out whether you have power or not. There are men in this world who will believe an honest man's true story!”
“Good day!” said Mr. Marston, significantly.
Mayo hesitated, gazed into the impassive countenance of the magnate, and then conviction of the uselessness of argument overwhelmed him. He started for the door.
“Certain sensible things can be done,” Marston called after him. “You'd better get out of New York. If you know of a place to hide you'd better get into it.”
Mayo did not reply. He strode out through the offices, descended to the street, and went on his way.
He did not notice that an automobile pursued him through the roaring traffic of the streets, halting ahead of him when, he had turned into one of the quieter thoroughfares.
The car was close to the curb, and Alma Marston put out her hand and signaled to him. “He gave-you no hope-nothing?”
“Nothing!”
“I have waited. I thought of asking you to come for a talk with me.”