I'm an artist; but times are hard with us. The present Government
has driven all the money out of the country and no one buys pictures
now; so I'm forced to turn my hand to something else." "I love pictures. My father was an artist." "Then we have something in common," the young man said. "Would you
like to see my work? I love showing it to people who understand
something about painting, and are not afraid to criticize." "I should like to see it, immensely--though I won't presume to
criticize." "May I inquire your name?" the young man asked eagerly. "Mine is Shiel
Davenport." "And mine--Lilian Rosenberg," the girl said, with a smile. "If I don't get the post, may I write to you sometimes, Miss
Rosenberg, and ask you to my studio. I call it a studio, though it's
really only an attic." Lilian Rosenberg nodded. "I shall be delighted to come," she said. "I
am afraid I am very unconventional." There was no time for further conversation, as Hamar entered the room
at that moment. "What do you want?" he asked curtly. Shiel told him. "You're too late," Hamar said. "I've engaged some one. If you'd called
earlier, there might have been some chance for you, as you look
tolerably intelligent. But it's no use now, so be off." As Shiel left the room he caught Lilian Rosenberg looking at him; and
he saw that her eyes were full of sympathy. The acquaintance, thus begun, ripened. She went to see his pictures,
they had tea together, and they spent many subsequent hours in each
other's company. And although Shiel saw in Lilian Rosenberg only a
rather prepossessing girl from whom, after cultivating her
acquaintance, he was hoping to learn the inner working of the Modern
Sorcery Company Ltd., with her it was different. In Shiel, Lilian Rosenberg saw the qualities she had always been
seeking--the qualities she had almost despaired of ever finding--and
which she had so often declared existed only in fiction. He only
interested her, she argued; but she forgot that interest as well as
pity is akin to love--and that where the former leads, the latter
almost invariably follows. "I don't believe you have enough to eat," she said to him one day. "You are a perfect shadow. How do you exist if you have no private
means?" "I just manage to exist, and that is all," Shiel laughed, and he spoke
the truth, his present state of semi-starvation having resulted from
the untoward events, which had happened prior to his application for
the post of clerk to the Modern Sorcery Company Ltd., and his
subsequent acquaintance with Lilian Rosenberg. Whilst John Martin had been ill, and he had helped at the Hall in
Kings way, he had lived well. Gladys had taken care he was paid--not a
big sum to be sure--but enough to keep him. But directly John Martin,
in spite of Gladys's remonstrances, had resumed work, Shiel had been
dismissed. "I wish I could help you," John Martin said to him, "for I really feel
grateful to you for all you have done, but to tell you the candid
truth, I can't afford to pay any salaries. As you know, the receipts
of the Hall are next to nothing; but the expenses continue just the
same--rent, gas, and staff--all heavy items. Moreover, at your uncle's
death, many of his creditors put in claims on the Firm for
debts--debts he had incurred without either my sanction or
knowledge--and it has been a serious drain on me to pay them off. In
fact, my finances are now at such a low ebb that I cannot possibly do
anything for you. If only the Modern Sorcery Company could be cleared
off the scenes." "You would, I suppose, feel extremely grateful to whoever cleared them
off?" "I would," John Martin replied, with a significant chuckle. "Even though it were some one who had not stood very high in your
estimation?" "Even though it were the devil." "Now, look here, Mr. Martin," Shiel said, trying to appear calm. "I
will devote all my energies and all my time to your cause--the
overthrow of the Modern Sorcery Company, if only--if only, in the
event of my being successful, you will give me some hope of being
permitted to win your daughter." "I promise you that hope, and any other you may see fit to aspire to,"
John Martin said, with a grim smile, "since there isn't the remotest
chance of your succeeding in the task you have set yourself. Believe
me, it will take both money and wits to get the better of Hamar,
Curtis and Kelson." "Anyhow, I have your permission to try. I shall do my best." "You may do what you like," John Martin rejoined, "so long as you
don't talk to me again about Gladys till you've redeemed your pledge,
that is to say, till you've overthrown the Modern Sorcery Company. In
the meanwhile, I must ask you to abstain from seeing her." "I am afraid I can't promise that." "Can't promise that," John Martin cried, his eyes suffusing with
sudden passion. "Can't you! Then damn it, you must. I'm not going to
have my daughter throw herself away on a penniless puppy. There, curse
it all, you know what I think of you now--you're a bumptious puppy,
and I swear you shall not come within a mile of her." "I shall," Shiel retorted, drawing himself up to his full height. "I
shall see her whenever she will permit me--and since she is not at
home at the present moment, I shall now await her return outside the
house, and defy the savage old bull-dog inside it." Leaving John
Martin too taken aback with astonishment to articulate a syllable,
Shiel withdrew. True to his word, he waited to see Gladys. He paced up and down the
road in front of the house from eleven o'clock in the morning, when
his interview with John Martin had terminated, till eight o'clock in
the evening, and was just beginning to think he would have to give up
all hope of seeing her that day, when she came in sight. "Really!" she exclaimed, after Shiel had explained the situation. "Do
you mean to say you have stayed here all day?" "Of course I have," Shiel answered. "I told your father I would see
you, and I meant to stay here till I did." "And what good has it done you?" "All the good in the world. I shall sleep twice as well for it. I'm
more in love with you than you think, and I mean to marry you one day. My prospects at present are absolutely Thames Embankmentish, but no
matter, I've hit upon a capital way of ferreting out the secrets of
the Modern Sorcery Company. I shall get employed by them"--and he told
Gladys of the advertisement he had seen in the paper. "Well! I wish you all success," she said, "but I'm afraid you've upset
my father dreadfully, and the doctor says excitement is the very worst
thing for him and may lead to another stroke. You must on no account
come here again, until I give you leave." "But I may see you elsewhere?" "If you're a wise man, you'll do one thing at a time. You'll discover
the secret of the Sorcery Company first, and then--"

"When I have discovered it?" "My father may forgive you. Have I told you I'm going on the stage? I
know Bromley Burnham, and he's offered me a part at the Imperial.