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“Madam,” he said, in a voice that was firm and admitted of no protest, “this man Dalton is perhaps a person of some learning. Since he is your mother-in-law's legal adviser, he will have the matter in his hands. He is under your influence. Could a problem be more simple? You have but to go to him and say what you have said to me. He will know what to do.”
She dropped her hands in astonishment.
“Go to him? Go to him?” she repeated.
“Yes,” said Mason, “and tell him the truth,—and wait.”
“But,” began the younger Mrs. Van Bartan, “how could he help me? What could”
“Madam,” interrupted Mason, rising, “this is your coat, I believe. Permit my clerk to assist you to your carriage.”
