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Having something definite to do, we did it thoroughly, and two men and a boy fingered every one of Vicky Van's available belongings in an amazingly short space of time. "Now for this chest," said Fibsy, indicating a large low box on rollers that he pulled out from under the couch. It was locked, but Stone picked it open, and threw back the cover.

"Can't I go?" asked Winnie, who had come in recently, "I'm just crazy to see that house. You don't mind my going, do you, Ruth?" "No, indeed, child. I'm perfectly willing." Mr. Stone raised no objection, so Winnie went with us. It was nearly five o'clock, full daylight, though the dusk was just beginning to fall. We went round to Vicky Van's and I opened the door for the party to enter.

"Does she like pictures?" asked Van with the greatest interest. "Yes indeed!" said Polly, "I guess you'd think so if you could see her!" "I know what I shall do," with a dignified air said Percy, who couldn't draw, and therefore looked down on all Van's attempts with the greatest scorn. "And it won't be any old pictures either," he added.

Van's greenhouse and poured forth his passion manfully, with a great cactus pricking his poor legs all the while. Kitty found him there, and it was impossible to keep sober, so he has hated me ever since." The doctor's "Ha! Ha!" was good to hear, and Rose joined him, for it was impossible to regard these episodes seriously, since no true sentiment redeemed them from absurdity.

I had nothing to say against the lucidity of the paragraph, nor any thing to urge, at all likely to avail, against the prosecution of Van's designs upon the lady's hand and fifteen thousand florins, with "two months' congé and other advantages."

Her own considerable sum of money might even be involved in she could not fathom what. Something that lay behind it all must doubtless explain Van's extraordinary change. It was maddening; she felt there must be something she could do there must be something!

I feel all gone in. Well, I put him to bed and went out to get some bromide of potassium; he said that made him sleep and kept his nerves steady. Coming back, I met a bell-boy just outside of Van's door, and told him to ask the hotel doctor to come up.

The caterer Fraschini told of his orders for the party supper, and of the sending of his best and most faithful waiters to attend to the feast. Luigi, the head waiter, again went over his story. I had heard this twice before, but I listened with deep interest, and I realized, that, granting the truth of his recital, there was no room for doubt of Vicky Van's guilt.

The Companies only went after big game this was a planet thrown open to Free Traders, the independents of the star lanes. By law and right no Company man had any place here. Unless behind a face Dane strove to keep as impassive as Van's his thoughts raced.

At the first drug store he bought some Jamaica ginger; then he went to the hotel and slid into bed, leaving the lights on. After the concert Perkins did not go to the café with the rest; he, too, hastened back to the hotel. "I'll bet he's at the Payson ranch this minute," he thought, as he made for Van's room, but the sick musician was lying on his face, breathing heavily.