Full Text Archive

Full Text Archive
https://www.fulltextarchive.com
It's tryin' to save her I am. It's him I want." He suddenly closed one big fist forcefully.
Martinson, who had two daughters of his own, observed the suggestive movement.
"I understand how you feel, Mr. Butler," he observed. "I am a father myself. We'll do all we can
for you. If you can give me an accurate description of her, or let one of my men see her at your
house or office, accidentally, of course, I think we can tell you in no time at all if they are
meeting with any regularity. That's all you want to know, is it--just that?"
"That's all," said Butler, solemnly.
"Well, that oughtn't to take any time at all, Mr. Butler--three or four days possibly, if we have any
luck--a week, ten days, two weeks. It depends on how long you want us to shadow him in case
there is no evidence the first few days."
"I want to know, however long it takes," replied Butler, bitterly. "I want to know, if it takes a
month or two months or three to find out. I want to know." The old man got up as he said this,
very positive, very rugged. "And don't send me men that haven't sinse-- lots of it, plase. I want
men that are fathers, if you've got 'em--and that have sinse enough to hold their tongues--not
b'ys."
"I understand, Mr. Butler," Martinson replied. "Depend on it, you'll have the best we have, and
you can trust them. They'll be discreet. You can depend on that. The way I'll do will be to assign
just one man to the case at first, some one you can see for yourself whether you like or not. I'll
not tell him anything. You can talk to him. If you like him, tell him, and he'll do the rest. Then, if
he needs any more help, he can get it. What is your address?"
Butler gave it to him.
"And there'll be no talk about this?"
"None whatever--I assure you."
"And when'll he be comin' along?"
"To-morrow, if you wish. I have a man I could send to-night. He isn't here now or I'd have him
talk with you. I'll talk to him, though, and make everything clear. You needn't worry about
anything. Your daughter's reputation will be safe in his hands."
"Thank you kindly," commented Butler, softening the least bit in a gingerly way. "I'm much
obliged to you. I'll take it as a great favor, and pay you well."
"Never mind about that, Mr. Butler," replied Martinson. "You're welcome to anything this concern
can do for you at its ordinary rates."
He showed Butler to the door, and the old man went out. He was feeling very depressed over
this--very shabby. To think he should have to put detectives on the track of his Aileen, his
daughter!
178 / 312

---