"Milly! Milly!" cried the quack, in honest distress. "I wouldn"t have believed it of you."
"Yes: it"s terrible, isn"t it!" mocked the girl. "What are you going to do about it? It"s up to you."
"Up to me?" queried the Doctor, bracing himself for what was coming.
"Don"t you promise, with your Relief Pills to get women out of trouble?"
Dr. Surtaine"s breath came a little easier. Perhaps she was not going to force the issue upon him by mentioning Hal. If this were diplomacy, he would play the game.
"Certainly not! Certainly not!" he protested with a scandalized air.
"We"ve never made such a claim. It would be against the law."
"Look at this." She held up in her left hand a clipping, showing a line-cut of a smiling woman, over the caption "A Happy Lady"; and announcing in wide print, "Every form of suppression relieved. The most obstinate cases yield at once. Thousands of once desperate women bless the name of Relief Pills."
"I don"t want to look at it," said the Doctor.
"No, I guess you don"t! It"s from the "Clarion," that clipping. And the Neverfail Company that makes the fake abortion pills is _you_."
"It doesn"t mean--that. You"ve misread it."
"It _does_ mean just that to every poor, silly fool of a girl that reads it. What else can it mean? "The most obstinate cases"--"
"Don"t! Don"t!" There was a pause, then:
"Of course, you can"t stay in the Certina factory after this."
A bitter access of mirth seized the girl. The sound of it
"rang cracked and thin, Like a fiend"s laughter, heard in h.e.l.l, Far down."
"Of course!" she mocked. "The pious and holy Dr. Surtaine couldn"t have an employee who went wrong. Not even though it was his lies that helped tempt her."
"Don"t try to put it off on me. You are suffering for your own sin, my girl," accused the quack.
"I"ll stand my share of it; the suffering and the disgrace, if there is any. But you"ve got to stand your share. You promised to get me out of this and I believed you."
"_I_! Promised to--"
"In plain print." She tossed the clipping at him with her left hand. The other she held in her lap, under a light wrap which she carried. "And I believed you. I thought you were square. Then when the pills didn"t help, I went to a doctor, and he laughed and said they were nothing but sugar and flavoring. He wouldn"t help me. He said no decent doctor would. _You_ ain"t a decent doctor. You"re a lying devil. Are you going to help me out?"
"If you had come in a proper spirit--"
"That"s enough. I"ve got my answer." She rose slowly to her feet. "After I found out what was wrong with me, I went home to my father. I didn"t tell him about myself. But I told him I was quitting the Certina business. And he told me about my mother, how you sent her to her death.
One word from me would have brought him here after you. _This_ time he wouldn"t have missed you. Then they"d have hung him, I suppose. That"s why I held my tongue. You killed my mother, you and your quack medicines; and now you"ve done this to me." Her hand jerked up out of the wrap. "I don"t see where you come in to live any longer," said Milly Neal deliberately.
Dr. Surtaine looked into the muzzle of a revolver.
There was a step on the soft rug outside, the curtain of the door to Dr.
Surtaine"s right parted, and Hal appeared. He carried a light stick.
"I thought I heard--" he began. Then, seeing the revolver, "What"s this!
Put that down!"
"Don"t move, either of you," warned the girl. "I haven"t said my say out. You"re a fine-matched pair, you two! Him with his sugar-pills and you, Hal Surtaine, with your lying promises."
Lying promises! The phrase, thus used in the girl"s mouth against the son, struck to the father"s heart, confirming his dread. It _was_ Hal, then. For the moment he forgot his instant peril, in his sorrow and shame.
"I don"t know why I shouldn"t kill you both," went on the half-crazed girl. "That"d even the score. Two Surtaines against two Neals, my mother and me."
The light of slaying was in her eyes, as she stiffened her arm. Just a fraction of an inch the arm swerved, for a streak of light was darting toward her. Hal had taken the only chance. He had flung his cane, whirling, in the hope of diverting her aim, and had followed it at a leap.
The two shots were almost instantaneous. At the second, the quack reeled back against the wall. The girl turned swiftly upon Hal, and as he seized her he felt the cold steel against his neck. The touch seemed to paralyze him. Strangely enough, the thought of death was summed up in a vast, regretful curiosity to know why all this was happening. Then the weapon fell.
"I can"t kill _you_!" cried the girl, in a bursting sob, and fell, face down, upon the floor.
Hal, s.n.a.t.c.hing up the revolver, ran to his father.
"I"m all right," declared the quack. "Only the shoulder. Just winged.
Get me a drink from that decanter."
His son obeyed. With swift, careful hands he got the coat off the bulky-muscled arm, and saw, with a heart-lifting relief, that the bullet had hardly more than grazed the flesh. Meantime the girl had crawled, still sobbing, to a chair.
"Did I kill him?" she asked, covering her eyes against what she might see.
"No," said Hal.
"Listen," commanded Dr. Surtaine. "Some one"s coming. Keep quiet." He walked steadily to the door and called out, "It"s nothing. Just experimenting with a new pistol. Go back to your bed."
"Who was it?" asked Hal.
"The housekeeper. There"s just one thing to do for the sake of all of us. This has _got_ to be hushed up. I"m going out to telephone. Don"t let her get away, Hal."
"Get away! Oh, my G.o.d!" breathed the girl.
Hal walked over to her, his heart wrung with pity.
"Why did you come here to kill my father, Milly?" he asked.
She stooped to pick up the "Happy Lady" clipping from the floor.
"That"s why," she said.
"Good G.o.d!" said Hal. "Have you been taking that--those pills?"
"Taking "em? Yes, and believing in "em, till I found out it was all d.a.m.ned lies. And your fine and n.o.ble and honest "Clarion" advertises the lies just as your fine and n.o.ble and honest father makes the pills.
They"re no good. Do you get that? And when I came here and told your father he"d got to help me out of my trouble, what do you think he told me? That I"d lost my job at the factory!"
"Who is the man, Milly?"