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We were in the hall, a great apartment more like a room, save that a broad staircase curved up at one side. The furnishings were magnificent, but in a taste heavily ornate and a little old-fashioned. There were carved and upholstered benches, but none of us cared to sit. The tension was too great. "Keep your eyes open, Lowney," he went on.
Perhaps upstairs, or maybe in the front of the hall, waiting to bring me word to serve supper." "Tell me something distinctive about this maid's appearance. Was she good-looking?" "Yes, a good-looking woman. But nothing especial about her. She had many gold fillings in her teeth " "That's something," and Lowney noted it with satisfaction. "Go on."
Calhoun, I asked Mr. Lowney minutely about all this, because I want to know just what circumstances led up to my husband's going to that house." "Of course, Mrs. Schuyler, you have every right to know. And did Steele say that was Mr. Schuyler's first visit there or merely his first visit as Mr. Somers?" "Mr. Steele thought Mr. Schuyler had never been to the house before at all.
Reeves triumphantly, "for Vicky had no reason to premeditate killing a man she had never seen before." "Vicky didn't do it," wailed Ariadne. "I know she didn't." "She must be found," said Lowney. "But she will be found. If she's innocent, she will return herself. If guilty, we must find her. And we will. A householder cannot drop out of existence unnoticed by any one. Does she own this house?"
Schuyler until this evening." "Why did he go there, then?" "Steele brought him Norman Steele." "I don't know any Mr. Steele." I began to think that Randolph Schuyler had possessed many acquaintances of whom his wife knew nothing, and I concluded to see Bradbury before I revealed any more of Schuyler's affairs. And then, Lowney began adroitly to put questions instead of answering them.
Nervously she inquired concerning minutest details, and I surmised that side by side with her grief at the tragedy was a very human and feminine dismay at the thought of her husband, stabbed to death in another woman's house! "Who is Miss Van Allen?" she asked over and over again, unsatisfied with the scant information Lowney could give. "And she lives near here? Just down the side street?
She was quite evidently not in love with my husband, and she honestly tried to make him understand her scruples. So I can't think she killed him. I did think so at first, of course, but on thinking things over, and in the light of this letter, I begin to believe her innocent. What date does the letter bear?" "There's no date," said Lowney, looking at the paper. "It was not in an envelope "
The waiter retreated to the post he had held, and setting the door a few inches ajar, proved that he could see body by the sideboard, but could not command a view of the hall. "Now, I'll represent Miss Van Allen," and Lowney stood over the body of Somers. "Is this the place?" "A little farther to the right, sir," and Luigi's earnestness and good faith were unmistakable. "Yes, sir, just there."
For some reason, I think, she must have forbidden him the house, and that is why he went there under an assumed name. Mr. Lowney succeeded in getting Mr. Steele on the long distance telephone " "Why, where is Steele?" "In Chicago. Mr. Lowney says that he had to go there on the midnight train, and that is why he left the lady's house Miss Van Allen's house, so suddenly." "Really?
Lowney, hunt her down, and bring her to account. I never shall sleep peacefully until my brother's death is avenged! I cannot understand, Ruth, how you can be so indifferent." A flush rose to Ruth Schuyler's cheek, and, enlightened anew to her husband's character by that letter, I began to feel a different sort of sympathy for the widow.
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