“Pleased with myself?  Not much!  Lorelei reformed me.  I didn’t have anything to do with it.”

“Good!  I wondered if you took all the credit to yourself.  Lorelei did do it, and I don’t intend to let you forget the fact.  Now, about this Lynn woman—­you have been stung, Bob.”

“You think so?  I wonder—­”

“Don’t be a fool!”

“You think it is a frame-up?”

“What else could it be?  Think!”

Bob exploded in desperation:  “I can’t think, with my wife in this condition.  However, if you’re right I’m going to see Max Melcher and tell him about Lorelei.  Then I’m going to make him wait.”

“Make him?  Make him?”

“Yes, I’m going to make him wait.”  Bob’s lips were white; he raised his eyes slowly, and Merkle saw that they were heavy with resentment.

“Nonsense!” exclaimed the latter.  “Where is your common sense?  Never use violence; it is antiquated and expensive.  Suppose you let me handle this thing in my own way.”

“Have you any plan?”

“I’m never without one.  They’re not all good plans, understand; some are very bad, in fact.  But, you see, I have been expecting something like this for a long time.  I saw blackmail in your brother-in-law’s face the night Jarvis Hammon was killed.  I don’t sleep much, so I have time to think, and, being dyspeptic, I’m always suspicious.  Dyspepsia has spared me many disappointments; people are never any worse than I believe them to be.”

“You don’t believe Jim is in this, too?  Why, he is Lorelei’s brother!”

“What possible difference can that make to a man of his stamp?” the banker demanded, querulously.  “Don’t you know your own brother-in-law?  To a conscienceless rogue it’s no more unnatural to conspire against one’s relatives than against total strangers.  It is the logical thing to do.  It is nature’s method of protecting the stranger, and it’s one of the penalties for having relatives.  You are young and sentimental, so I sha’n’t tell you what my plan is.  Meanwhile, though, you may tell Lilas that you have acquainted me with the situation and that I am willing to spend a lot of money to avoid publicity.”

“Do you mean you are willing to pay her?”

Merkle smiled sourly.  “Let her put her own construction on the statement.”

Beyond this Merkle would give Bob little satisfaction, but later in the day, after a short telephone conversation, he called at one of the up-town political clubs and inquired for Senator Sabin.  The Senator was expecting him, and Merkle lost no time in explaining his trouble.

Nature had endowed Sabin with the faculty of hearing more than people said and saying less than people heard.  He sat now with a graven smile upon his fat, good-humored face, but with eyes that were serious and watchful.  Only once did he interrupt his caller’s recital, and then at the mention of Inspector Snell.