THE FINANCIER 
he, write me something at the office. I'll be there. If 
I can help you in any way, I will. We can fix up some- 
thing. There's no use trying to explain this. Say noth- 
ing at all." 
He had on his coat and overcoat, and was standing with 
his hat in his hand. When she was ready—hat, gloves, 
and all—he said: 
"Now let me go first. I want to see." 
"No; please, Frank," she begged, courageously. " Let 
me. I know it's father. Who else would it be? You can 
come if I call. Nothing's going to happen. I understand 
him. He won't do anything to me. If you go it will only 
make him angry. Let me go. You stand in the door here. 
If I don't call, it's all right. Will you?" 
She put her two pretty hands on his shoulders, and he 
weighed the matter very carefully. • " Very well," he said, 
"only I'll go to the foot of the stairs with you." 
They went to the door, and he opened it. Outside were 
Mr. Alderson, Mr. Slattery, a detective, Mr. Woywod, a 
detective, and Mrs. Davis, standing perhaps five feet 
away. 
"Well," said Cowperwood, commandingly, looking at 
Mr. Alderson. 
" There's a gentleman down-stairs wishes to see the 
lady," said Alderson. " It's her father, I think," he added, 
quietly. 
Cowperwood made way for Aileen, who swept by, furi- 
ous at the presence of men and this exposure. Her cour- 
age had entirely returned. She was angry to think her 
father would make a public spectacle of her. Cowper- 
wood started to follow. 
" I'd advise you not to go down there right away," 
cautioned Alderson, sagely. " That's her father. Butler's 
her name, isn't it ? He don't want you so much as he 
wants her. You may save trouble." 
Cowperwood nevertheless walked slowly toward the 
head of the stairs, listening. 
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