The Master Mystery | Page 3

and that Balcom dominated him.
"Go to the gate with him, my dear," whispered Brent to his daughter, who was clinging to his arm, convinced of the goodness of her father, ignorant of the very basis on which the Brent and Balcom fortune rested.
Balcom's mouth tightened as he came closer to Brent, menacing, the moment they were alone.
"How long has this double crossing been going on?" sneered Balcom, jerking his head toward the door through which Eva had just gone with the inventor, and shoving his face close to Brent's.
"It's not double crossing, Balcom," Brent attempted to conciliate, "but--"
"No 'buts,'" interrupted Balcom, with deadly coldness. "Keep on, and you'll have the government down on us for violating the anti-trust law. What's the matter? Have you lost your nerve?"
As Balcom almost hissed the question, up in the laboratory Locke was now writing furiously in his note-book, when he was interrupted by a knock at the door. He whipped the dictagraph receiver off his head and jumped to his feet, hiding all traces of the dictagraph in the desk drawer. Then he moved over to the door, unlocked it, and flung it open.
"Oh, I hope I haven't interrupted you in any important experiment," apologized Zita, innocently enough.
"Nothing important," camouflaged Locke.
Though Locke did not seem to notice it, another would have seen that Zita cared a great deal for him.
"May I come in?" she asked, wheedling.
"Certainly. I am charmed, I assure you."
While Zita was gushingly effusive, Locke was correct and formally polite as he bowed his acquiescence. Zita felt it.
For a moment she stood looking at a half-finished experiment on the laboratory table, then finally she turned to Locke with a calculated impulsiveness.
"Why do you treat me so coldly," she asked, "when you know I admire your wonderful work?"
"Really, Miss Dane," he apologized, "I didn't mean to be rude."
Yet there was an air of constraint in his very tone.
"Do you know," she flashed, "I can't help feeling that you are so brilliant--you must be something more than you seem."
Locke suppressed a quick look of surprise. Was she trying to worm some secret from him? He masked his face cleverly.
"Indeed, you must be imagining things," he replied, quietly, turning and strolling toward the window of his laboratory.
The moment his back was turned Zita picked up the photograph of Eva on the desk. For a moment she stood glaring at it jealously.
Out of the window Locke smiled. For, down on the gravel path, walking slowly toward the gate to the Brent Rock grounds, he could see Eva and Davis.
The smile faded into a scowl. He had seen a young man enter the gate. It was Paul Balcom, son of Herbert Balcom, and Paul was engaged to Eva--thus giving Balcom a stronger hold over Brent.
Locke knew enough about Paul to dislike him thoroughly and to distrust him. Had Locke been able to see over the hedge he would have confirmed his suspicions. For Paul had actually driven up to Brent Rock in the runabout of as notorious a woman as could have been found in the night life of the city--one known as De Luxe Dora in the unsavory half-world in which both were leaders. Had his dictagraph been extended to the hedge he would have heard her voice rasp at Paul:
"Your father may make you pay attention to this girl, Paul, but remember--you had not better double cross me."
Paul's protestations of underworld fidelity, would have added to Locke's fury.
However, Locke had not seen or heard. Still, it was unbearable that this fellow Paul should be engaged to a girl like Eva. Tall, dark, handsome though he was, Locke knew him to be a man not to be trusted.
Paul hurried up to Eva, not a bit disconcerted at the near discovery of his intimacy with Dora. And, whatever one may believe about woman's intuition, there must have been something in it, for even at a distance one could see that Eva mistrusted Paul Balcom, her fiancé. Locke scowled blackly.
Paul thrust himself almost rudely between Davis and Eva. Again Davis shrank, as he had from the young man's father, then bowed, excused himself, and hurried off, hugging his motor to him, while Paul took Eva's hand, which she was not any too willing to give him. Locke watched, motionless, as the couple turned back to the house.
Somehow Eva must have felt his gaze. She turned and looked upward at the laboratory window. As she saw Locke her face broke into a smile and she waved her hand gaily. Paul saw it and a swift flush of anger crossed his face. He pulled Eva abruptly by the arm.
"Let's go into the house," he said, almost angrily.
Seeing the action, Locke also turned from the window to encounter Zita, still watching. Without a word he left the laboratory.
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