I

He arrived at home on the following afternoon at six and was

immediately rung up by Spaulding, who demanded an interview. It was not

worth while going down town again, as Helene was out and would no doubt

return only in time to dress for dinner. They were to dine at half-past

seven and go to the play afterward. He told Spaulding to take a taxi

and come to the house.

Nothing had occurred meanwhile to cause him anxiety. He had taken Helene

out to the Cliff House to dinner the night before, and afterward to see

the road-houses, whose dancing is so painfully proper early in the

evening. Polly Roberts had come into the most notorious of them at

eleven, chaperoning a party, which included Aileen Lawton, a girl as

restless and avid of excitement as herself. Rex Roberts and several other

young men had been in attendance, and Polly had begged Ruyler to stay on

and let his wife see something of "real life."

"This is one of the sights of the world, you know," she said, puffing her

cigarette smoke into his face. "It's too middle-class to be shocked,

and not to see occasionally what you really cannot get anywhere else.

Why, there'll even be a lot of tourists here later on, and these dancers

don't do the real Apache until about one. At least leave Helene with me,

if you care more for bed than fun."

But Ruyler had merely laughed and taken his wife home. Helene had made

no protest; on the contrary had put her arm through his in the car and

her head on his shoulder, vowing she was worn out, and glad to go home.

It was only afterward that it occurred to him that she had clung to him

that night.

Spaulding entered the library without taking off his hat, and chewing a

toothpick vigorously. He began to talk at once, stretching himself out in

a Morris chair, and accepting a cigar. This time Price smoked with him.

"Well," said the detective, "it's like the game of button, button, who's

got the button? Sometimes I think I'm getting a little warmer and then I

go stone cold. But I've found out a few things, anyhow. How tall should

you say Madame Delano is? I've only seen her sitting on her throne there

in the Palace Court lookin' like an old Sphinx that's havin' a laugh all

to herself."

"About five feet ten."

"The Mother Superior said six feet, but no doubt when she had figger

instead of flesh she looked taller. Well, I've discovered no less than

five tall handsome brunettes that sparkled here in the late Eighties and

early Nineties, but it's the deuce and all to get an exact description

out of anybody, especially when quite a few years have elapsed. Most

people don't see details, only effects. That's what we detectives come up

against all the time. So, whether these ladies were five feet eight, five

feet ten, or six feet, whether they had large features or small, big

hands and feet or fine points, or whether they added on all the inches

they yearned for by means of high heels or style, is beyond me. But here

they are."




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