They are somewhere on Commercial Street."
He went out and Madeleine sat staring at the door with wide eyes and
parted lips. She felt no inclination to tears, nor even to faint,
although her body could hardly have been colder in death. She felt
suspended in a vacuum, awaiting something more dreadful than even
this interview with her husband had been.
XXIV
Dr. Talbot turned toward the stairs, but it occurred to him that
Masters might still be in his rooms and he walked to the other end of
the hall. A ringing voice answered his knock. He entered. Masters
grasped him by the hand, exclaiming, "I was going to look you up
tonight and tell you the good news. Has Madeleine told you? I have my
capital! And I have just received a telegram from New York saying
that my presses will start by freight tomorrow. That means we'll have
our newspaper in three weeks at the outside--But what is the matter,
old chap? I never saw you look seedy before. Suppose we take a week
off and go on a bear hunt? It's the last vacation I can have in a
month of Sundays."
"I have come to tell you that you must leave San Francisco."
"Oh!" Masters' exuberance dropped like a shining cloak from a figure
of steel. He walked to his citadel, the hearth rug, and lit a
cigarette.
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