The Scarlet Letters Author:Ellery Queen "Lovers' quarrel?" said a voice. — Martha Lawrence quivered. — Ellery turned. — Dirk Lawrence stood behind the bench. The reek of whiskey surrounded him. "My little Martha," Dirk said dreamily. "My little nymph." — "Martha," Ellery said, "you'd better go." — "Yes, Martha, my love, you do that," said Dirk. "On account of I'm going to teach this dirty... more » feist to keep his paws off another man's wife...."
Dirk backhanded Martha's face across the bench and she disappeared. Involuntarily, Elley stooped to look for her. He never reached his knees. The blow nearly tore his head off and he blacked out« less