"I could not," said the latter, "take him to his own
home without first preparing his family. Neither could I take him
to mine for several reasons."
"I can understand some of 'em, Mr. Martine. Why, great Scott! How
about your marriage, now that--"
"We won't discuss that subject. The one thing for you to keep in
mind is that Nichol lost his memory at the time of his wound. He
don't like to be stared at or thought strange. You must humor him
much as you would a child. Perhaps the sight of familiar faces and
scenes will restore him. Now copy this note in your handwriting
and send it to Mr. Kemble. Tell your messenger to be sure to put
it into the banker's hands and no other's," and he tore from his
note-book a leaf on which was pencilled the following words:
"MR. KEMBLE:
"DEAR SIR--A sick man at the hotel wishes to see you on important
business. Don't think it's bad news about Mr. Martine, because it
isn't. Please come at once and oblige, HENRY JACKSON."
CHAPTER IX
SHADOWS OF COMING EVENTS
This first day of winter, her fatal wedding-day, was a sad and
strange one to Helen Kemble.
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