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I described the unusual menage that Vicky Van supported, and Mrs. Schuyler was interested. "How strange," she said. "She sounds to me like an adventuress!" "No, she isn't that. She has money enough." "Where does she get it?" "I don't know, I'm sure. But she is a quiet, self-reliant little person, and not at all of the adventuress type." "It doesn't matter," and Mrs. Schuyler sighed.
The poor fellow was dead in love with her, and had been for many moons, but though Vicky favored him more than some others, yet she gave him no definite encouragement, as he himself ruefully admitted. But he made a desperate effort to show that a girl of Victoria Van Allen's high character and fine qualities would be incapable of a base deed.
"You already like Vicky Van, then," I said, quickly, moved to do so, by a certain note of regret in his voice. "No man could help liking a woman who possesses her traits. She has delightful taste and tastes. She is most charitable, her accounts show sums wisely expended on worthy charities. And letters from friends prove her a truly loyal and lovable character." "Such a girl couldn't kill a man!"
When the spectators saw the monster fall they could scarcely believe their eyes, but their astonishment was greater still when, running up to the scene of action, they found Valiant Vicky seated in triumph on the elephant's head, calmly mopping his face with his handkerchief. 'I had to pretend to run away, he explained, 'or the coward would never have engaged me.
But the old traditions get back at our women all the same, although they don't suspect it. They pay the penalty in that late sometimes not so late intolerable maddening ennui. Heavens! how many women I have heard wish they were dead. Thank God I am a virgin! "Of course, dear Isabel, I would not write like this about Vicky to any one on earth but yourself.
I had had this information from Vicky herself, but others took it for granted, in the absence of any reason to think the contrary. The whole day's session, to my mind, achieved little of useful information. Mrs. Reeves' letter proved conclusively that Vicky was aware of the search being made for her, and showed her determination not to be found.
I only know her slightly, but she is a warm-hearted and a most capable and sensible one. She refuses to believe that Vicky Van " "What do you call her?" "Her friends call her Vicky Van. It it sort of suits her." "From what you say, I judge she is not the terror I thought her at first; but, all the same, she murdered my husband, and I cannot look on her as you seem to." "Nor can I blame you.
He said I was born in the spring, because I'm like a flower! Really, that child will grow up a poet, if he doesn't look out!" "You are like a flower," I murmured back. "And I'm glad your birthday is in spring. I mean to celebrate it!" And then I thought of poor Vicky Van's birthday, so tragically ended, and I quickly changed the subject.
There was no need to open that other door to know that it led to Ruth Schuyler's rooms. There was yet more telltale evidence. In the little cupboard between the houses was a small safe. This Stone had opened and in it was the black wig of Vicky Van and also a brown wig which I recognized at once as Julie's well-remembered plainly parted front hair.
"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.
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