H. Bedford-Jones

“ The other did not reply. With a pitiful effort at self-possession, he tried to recover his old pompous manner, failed dismally, took the silk hat handed him by the grinning Osgood, and the door slammed. ”

“ Mathews looked over at Quentin with a twinkle in his eye.
"You seem confident of your ability to hush this thing up, young man!"
"I am," retorted Quentin, "provided that Osgood will keep quiet——"
"Oh, I'm satisfied," murmured the detective easily. "I'm used to keeping my head shut, doc. But you can't always tell about a lady——" And he glanced meaningly at Mary Palmer.
"No," she added merrily. "How do you propose to shut my mouth, Doctor Quentin?"
"Well," and Quentin smiled into her eyes, "I do know one very effective method of doing it ”

“ Mathews, please don't——"
"All right, little girl; all right," and Mathews gathered her in his arms for a moment, comforting her. Then, as he lifted his head and gazed across her streaming black hair, his voice bit into the crumpled figure.
"Burlington, get out of here! This guardianship shall be turned over to me by the courts, unless you do it of your own will inside of three days. Now—get out. and do it quick!"
The big man rose heavily. ”