“The Master Mind?”
“Yes, dear––Henry Blaine, the most eminent detective the English-speaking world has produced.”
“I have heard of him, of course. I think father knew him, did he not?”
“Yes, on one occasion he was of inestimable service to your father. I will summon him at once.”
Ramon went to the telephone and by good luck found the detective free for the moment and at his service.
He returned to the girl. She noticed that he reeled slightly in his walk; that his lips were white and set with pain.
“Ramon, you are ill, suffering. That cut on your head and your poor arm––”
“It is nothing. I don’t mind, Anita darling; it will soon pass. Thank Heavens, I found Mr. Blaine free. He will get to the truth of this matter for us even if no one else on earth could. He has brought more notorious malefactors to justice than any detective of modern times; fearlessly, he has unearthed political scandals which lay dangerously close to the highest executives of the land. He cannot be cajoled, bribed or intimidated; you will be safe in his hands from the machinations of every scoundrel who ever lived.”
“I have read of some of his marvelous exploits, but; what service was it that he rendered to my father?”