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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.
"I'll give Ariad her innings," said the vivacious Miss Weldon, "and I'll make up to the Somers kid later. Where'd Vicky pick him up?" "She doesn't know him at all. Norman Steele brought him unbeknownst." "No! Why, Vick doesn't allow that sort of thing." "So I'm told. Any way, Steele did it." "Well, Vicky's such a good-natured darling, maybe she won't mind for once.
Having Win for a sister, I am fairly good at describing women's clothes, and I drew a vivid word picture of Vicky's gold fringed gown. "Heavenly!" exclaimed Winnie, although she had had me describe the gown to her on the average of twice a day for a week. "I wish I could see it! Some day, Chet, I'm going to have one like it." "Fringe?" said Stone, curiously, "do women wear fringe nowadays?"
I wanted to offer her my help not in escaping justice, exactly but I wondered if I mightn't do some little errands or favors that would show my friendliness. I went slowly toward home, when I had an inspiration. Hastening into my own house, I flew to the telephone and called Vicky's number, which I knew well.
I obeyed orders implicitly, and, as Stone had warned me, we had a bit of a wait. I grew cramped and tired, and at last I gave up all hope of Vicky's appearance. And then, she came! Silently, absolutely without sound, she glided in from the hall. My eyes, now accustomed to the semi-gloom of the room, could discern her figure as it approached the great vase.
But, of course, if he considered it evidence, I had to give it up, and the fact of doing so, partly salved my conscience of its guilty feeling at concealing the fact of Vicky's presence in her own house just then. And, too, I said to myself, Mr. Stone is out to find her. Surely a detective of his calibre can accomplish that without help of an humble layman!
And I told him, too, that I had promised to put Vicky's address book in the Chinese jar for her that very evening. "We'll do it!" he exclaimed, promptly. "She meant to meet you there, I'm sure, but I'm also sure she changed her mind about that, when she learned of my advent. However, we'll keep your promise." Acting at his instructions, I went with him over to Vicky Van's.
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.
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