When my wife comes to her senses, as she will in a minute, she will get over her tantrums and think better of it." Martha strode straight toward him until her capacious body was within a few inches of his shirt-front, her hands tightly clinched.

"Don't make any mistake, Mr.Dalton.Your airs won't go here.

My brother Stephen looks after me and after Lady O'Day, and he and another man you wouldn't care to meet are looking after you." She called to her mistress: "Lock and bolt that door on you, and don't open it until I tell you." Again she confronted Dalton, her contempt for him increasing as she caught the wave of anxiety that swept his face at her reference to the men who would help her.

"Now, you can have just one minute to leave this room, Mr.Dalton," she cried, throwing back the door.

"If you're over that time, the policeman on the block will help you down-stairs." Dalton hesitated.