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But Luigi seemed to know nothing else that differentiated Julie from her sisters in service, and Lowney changed his questions. "How could Miss Van Allen get that knife of yours?" he asked. "I don't know, sir. It was, I suppose, in the pantry, with our other knives." "What is its use?" "It is a boning knife, but doubtless one of our men used it in cutting celery for salad, or some such purpose."
Another policeman came in at the street door. "What's up?" he said, looking about in amazement. "You here, Mr. Fenn? Lowney? What's doing?" It was Patrolman Ferrall, the officer on the beat. "Where you been?" asked the coroner. "Don't you know what has happened?" "No; ever since midnight I been handling a crowd at a fire a couple blocks away. This is Miss Van Allen's house."
"That's enough," said Lowney. "I've got his number. Now, Jepson, had your master any enemies, that you know of?" "Not that I know of. But I know nothing of Mr. Schuyler's affairs. I see him go out of an evening, and I may notice that he comes in very late, but as to his friends or enemies, I know nothing at all. I am not one to pry, sir, and my master has always trusted me.
"A beautiful French gown, of tulle and gold trimmings." "Low-necked, and all that? Jewels?" "Yes," I said, as Mrs. Reeves disdained to answer. "Full evening costume, and a necklace and earrings of amber set in gold." "Well, what I'm getting at is," said Lowney, "a woman dressed like that couldn't go very far in the streets without being noticed. We'll surely be able to trace Miss Van Allen.
Steele brought his friend here, and then, when this thing happened he was scared and lit out." "Maybe Steele did the killing," suggested Lowney. "No," disagreed Fenn. "I believe that Dago waiter's yarn. I cross-questioned him a lot before I let him go, and I'm sure he's telling what he saw. I'll see Fraschini's head man to-morrow or, I suppose it's to-morrow now hello, who's that?"
My leaping thoughts took in all this, and by degrees the slower going coroner, put it in words. Lowney, the detective, bristled with interest. A clue, he had, he thought, but what a clue! Two letters posted in the city. What did they show of the whereabouts of the missing girl? Lowney scrutinized the one to Mrs. Reeves.
We went over to the Fifth Avenue house, and were admitted by the solemn and wise-eyed butler. I was shown to the library, while Winnie was directed to go to Mrs. Schuyler's room. But it was not long before we were all together in the library widow, sisters, and all, for Lowney had made a discovery and he proposed to tell the family of it.
Thrilled with this new fear, I followed Lowney and Mrs. Reeves. We went downstairs first. We examined all the basement rooms and the small, city back yard. There was no sign of Vicky Van or of Julie, and next we came back to the first floor, hunted that, and then on upstairs. The music room was soon searched, and I fell back as the others went into Vicky's bedroom. "Come on, Mr.
And now, Madame, will you not go to rest? I will be at the service of these gentlemen." It seemed cruel to torture them further that night, and the three ladies were dismissed by Lowney, and, attended by their maids, they left us. "Now, Jepson," Lowney began, "tell us all you know about Mr. Schuyler's doings. I daresay you know as much as the valet does. Was Mr.
"Did you ever!" commented Mrs. Monroe. "Anyway, nobody got up from the table, and all they had for it was Hildegarde's word, and she wasn't sure it was Annie. Grandma Lowney was asleep they'd gotten her to lie down; she took more care of Joe than any one else, you know, and she sat up both nights. Clara Baxter says she looks awful; she doesn't believe she'll get over it."
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