Had an explosion wrecked the building, without a doubt Marcus Gard, the resourceful and energetic leader of men, would, without an instant’s hesitation, have headed the fire brigade.  Before this moral bomb he remained silent, paralyzed, uncertain of himself and of all the world.  He could not adjust himself to that angle of the situation.  Mrs. Marteen somehow conveyed to his distracted senses that blackmail was a mere detail of business, and “being under obligations” a heinous crime.  At that rate the number of criminals on his list was legion, and certainly appeared unconscious of the enormity of their offense.  It dawned upon him that he, the Great Man, was being “put in his place”; that his highly laudable desire for righteousness was being treated as forward and rather ridiculous posing.  The buccaneer had outpointed him and taken the wind out of his sails, which now flapped ignominiously.  The pause due to his mental rudderlessness continued till Mrs. Marteen herself broke the silence.

“You appear to consider my attitude an inexplicable one.  It is merely unexpected.  I feel sure that when you have considered the matter you will see, as I do, that business affairs must be free from any hint—­of—­shall we say, favoritisms?”

Gard found his voice, his temper and his curiosity at the same instant.

“No, hang it, I don’t see!”

She looked at him with tolerance, as a mother upon an excited child.

“I have specified a certain sum as the price of certain articles.  You accepted my terms.  I do not ask you for a bonus.  I do not ask you to take it upon yourself to rehabilitate me in your own estimation.  I cannot accept this cheque, Mr. Gard, however I may appreciate your generosity.”  She pushed the yellow paper toward him.

The action angered him.  “If,” he roared, “you had obtained these by any mere chance, I might see your position.  But according to your own account you obtained them by elaborate fraud, feeling sure of their eventual value; and yet you sit up and say you don’t care to be reinstated in my regard—­just as if money could do that—­you—­”

She interrupted him.  “Then why this?” and she held out the statement.  He was silent.  “I repeat,” she said, “I will not be under obligations to you or to anyone.”  She rose with finality, picked up the statement and cheque, crossed to the fire and dropped both the papers on the blazing logs.  “If you will have the kindness to send me the purchase money, plus the sum I consigned to your keeping—­as a blind to others, not to ourselves—­I shall be very much indebted to you.”