CHAPTER VIII

The next day passed in complete inaction.  Frankly, Starratt did not know what move to make.  He felt that he should have been trying to square matters, but to raise offhand six hundred-odd dollars was a feat too impossible to even attempt.  He had few relations, and these few were remote and penniless, and his friends were equally lacking in financial resource.  He was confident that he could convince Hilmer of the soundness of his new plan once he achieved an interview.  But all his pride rose up to combat the suggestion that he present himself before Helen and plead for an audience.  Once he had an impulse to go to the president of the bank and ask for an advance at the proper rate of interest.  He knew scores of cases where banks loaned money on personality; he had heard many a bank official express himself to the effect that a poor man with a vision and integrity was a better chance any day than a millionaire lacking a goal or scruples.  But in the end he was swung from any initiative by a passive desire to even his score with Brauer.  After all, it was diverting to wait for his ex-partner’s next move.  Brauer had had no compunctions in tricking him.  Why, then, should he worry?  No, it would be fun just to let Brauer stew in a sample of his own Teutonic duplicity.

He felt a relief at Helen’s absence from the office.  He had never wanted her there and he was determined not to have her back.  Last night she had entirely misread the reason back of his desire for an interview with Hilmer, and he had been moved to a nasty rancor.  But now he felt tolerant, rather than displeased.  Women were often like that, a bit unethical regarding money.  In wheedling a check out of Hilmer she had used the easiest weapons a woman possessed.  She had meant well, Fred concluded, using that time-worn excuse which has served nearly every questionable act since the world began.  And in the final analysis, he really blamed himself.  Such humiliation was usually the price a man paid when he let the women of his household share in the financial responsibility.  He should have hoed his own row and wiped the sweat of his labors upon his own coat sleeve.  Well, Hilmer would be about in a few days and meanwhile Brauer would have some uncomfortable hours.  In the end, no doubt, after Brauer had collected his six hundred dollars, he would go into a partnership with Kendrick.  That explained the mystery of these two linen-collared crooks lunching together...  After all, there was an element of humor in the whole situation.

On Saturday morning Starratt overslept and he did not get down to the office until nearly ten o’clock.  He was picking up the mail that had been dropped through the door when the janitor came close to him.  Fred gave a sharp glance and the man said: 

“There’s been a guy waiting around since eight o’clock, watching your door...  I think he must have a paper or something to serve on you...  Matter of fact, he looked like a fly cop to me...  I asked him what he wanted and he just smiled...”