Whatever Linton had said, it was plain that the
father of Madeleine Presson had just found something which diverted his
attention from family matters.
Harlan shut the door behind. He locked it. He stepped away from the
girl, leaving her standing there. She was a picture to confute slander.
The chairman gazed at her in astonishment. He had not expected such
prompt incarnation of the topic.
"I know what foul lies have just been uttered in this room by that
fellow!" Harlan leaned forward and drove an accusatory finger at Linton.
"Now here stands the woman you have insulted. Look at her, you lying
hound! There's only one thing you can do! Acknowledge yourself a liar
and apologize!"
Linton did not speak. He raised his eyebrows; it was unspoken comment on
the peculiar actions of this young savage from the woods.
"Presson, get out of here and bring help," muttered the Duke. "Hell is
going to break loose!"
The chairman slipped the document into his pocket and tiptoed around the
side of the room. Harlan paid no attention to him.
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