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Pyecroft went on, with a sudden flash of wrathful contempt, "if there's anybody under God's sun I like to slip something over on it's those damned vermin of private detectives! And the swells that employ them! I hope that Mrs. Allistair gets stung good and plenty!" "But Mrs.
"But if by outrageous you mean crude or obvious, I beg to correct you. Even if I must say it myself, that forgery was strictly first-class." "But it's a forgery!" repeated Mrs. De Peyster. "My dears, don't you worry about that," he reassured them soothingly. "There'll be no comeback. That detective and his agency, and Mrs. Allistair behind them, first tried robbery, then tried bribery.
Allistair had tried, and perhaps was still trying, to get some piquant bit of evidence against her in that Duke de Crécy affair. And if Mrs. Allistair did find out What a scandal! And since her fate had become so inextricably tied up with the fates of others, and since the exposure of others might involve the exposure of her, there were yet further sources of danger. For
"I don't know about that," she quavered, "but anyhow I want you to straighten out my affairs and and Allistair, for all I care, can have can have for I'm all through " "Caroline!" The next moment Judge Harvey's arms had usurped complete possession of her. And she wilted away upon his shoulder, and sobbed there. And thus for several moments.... They were aroused by a polite cough. Both looked up.
And suppose all this business of her not going to Europe, but staying in her shuttered house her flight from home her humiliating experiences in an ordinary boarding-house where she passed as a housekeeper her being forced into a plan to rob herself suppose Mrs. Allistair should find out? And Mrs. Allistair, she well knew, might somehow stumble upon all this; for she remembered how Mrs.
Allistair!" exclaimed Matilda. Mrs. De Peyster long since had been silently exclaiming the same. "Why, what could Mrs. Allistair want it for?" queried the futile-looking brother. "Never mind who I represent, or the reasons of the party," said Mr. Brown. "That letter is what I'm after, and I'm willing to pay for it. That's what ought to concern you folks."
De Peyster believed, of her aspiring rival, Mrs. Allistair. And there was one faint rumor, still daringly breathed around, that the Duke had proposed had been accepted had run away: in blunt terms, had jilted Mrs. De Peyster. "We will not speak of this again, Olivetta," Mrs.
This social duel that's just what it is between you and Mrs. Allistair, besides being nonsense, will be absolutely ruinous if you keep it up. Mrs. Allistair is as unprincipled in a social way as her husband has been in a business way; her ambition will hesitate to use no means, you know that and, don't forget this, she can spend fifty dollars to your one!"
"'Duel for social leadership' pardon me for speaking of it as such, but that's what it is; and most interesting, I assure you; and I, for one, trust that you will retain your supremacy, for I know I know," he repeated with emphasis "that Mrs. Allistair has used some methods not altogether sportsmanlike, may I say?
"She must think she can do a lot with it," mused Mr. Pyecroft. "If the letter, or its substance, were printed, say in 'Town Gossip, I suppose it would mean the end of Mrs. De Peyster's social leadership, and Mrs. Allistair would then have things her own way." "Can't say," said the detective. But he winked knowingly. When he had gone Mr.
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