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However, nothing transpired to bear out my opinion, and as the list of witnesses dwindled, no progress was made toward a solution of the mystery. And so, when at last, an open verdict was returned, with no mention of Vicky's name, I was decidedly relieved, but I didn't see how it could have been otherwise. I dropped in at the Schuyler house on my way home.
"In that case, then, you can't believe her guilty," I flashed back, for the very atmosphere of the dear little room made me more than ever Vicky's friend. "But you see," and he spoke a bit sadly, "what I know of her is the real woman. I can't be deceived by her wiles and coquetries. I see only the actual traces of her actual self." I knew what he meant, and there was some truth in it.
I wish I could have gone with her, but she did not feel that she could afford to take me, and Vicky's spasms of economy are not to be discouraged. But, thank heaven, she has you and Jack.
There was no one whom Vicky loved well enough to wish to shield. And, too, the guests were all in the big living-room; there was no one unaccounted for. If Luigi himself, or any of the caterer's men had by chance done the deed, Vicky wouldn't have run away! There was no sense in that. So I could see no possible theory but that of Vicky's actual guilt. Why she did it, was another story.
Returning to Vicky's boudoir, where her little writing-desk was, Fleming Stone began to run over the letters and papers therein. It was locked, but he picked the flimsy fastening and calmly took up the task with his usual quick-moving, efficient manner. I stayed with him, and the three women wandered back over the house again.
He's so natural; he knows things that you know. He knows everything. Oh, Sancie, I can't talk about it, but you understand, don't you?" Poor Sancie nodded, not able to look up. Alas for her secrets, offered, taken, and forgotten! But Vicky's vivacious fingers groped in her empty cupboard. "And then, as well as that, you ought to love him. You see, you've promised; it's all been made so sacred.
The two feet of thickness of the house walls made a tiny cupboard, where I had that small safe installed, that we might put our wigs and such definitely incriminating bits of evidence in hiding, also Vicky's jewelry. But I always changed my costumes from one character to the other in Vicky Van's dressing-room, and so ran little or no chance of discovery.
All the effort to talk was made by Sanchia, who broached the children Philippa's three, Vicky's one and got nothing but perfunctory enthusiasm in reply. Mrs. Percival was far too sincerely interested in herself to care for children. The sons-in-law proved a better subject. Here she could point a moral inwards. She extolled them highly never was woman so blessed in her daughters' husbands. Mr.
It was Saturday, and when the inquest was adjourned until Monday morning, I couldn't help feeling that it might as well have been permanently adjourned, for all the further conclusions it would lead to. I went home at last, thrilling with the thought that that night I was to get Vicky's mail from her box and hide it where she had directed.
That was her afternoon to go to the College Settlement. Jimmy, fourteen, had got a place in a store, and earned two dollars a week. "And Vicky?" asked the doctor. "Oh, Vicky," piped up the eight-year-old boy. "Vicky's up to the 'stution" the hospital was probably the institution referred to "ever so long now. I seen her there, me and Jim did. Such a bootifer place! 'Nd chicken!" he added.
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