Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1919-02-22
Synopsis.

he is, Vicky Van rather resents his COM
Ing ing for t%s; she said, u choose my friends lends
wealth." S $50.
At nearly midnight, Mr.. somers ar
a1Y exc and appears to make a hit With
with his manners, leaves the bridge
table rather huffily. She is followed by
Mr.. Somers. Soon afterwards a cry was
stare-eyed, was seen in the hall. doorway.
and Mr.. Sorners was found on the floor
of the ~diningroom, stabbed to the heart
a a panic S snd Gu ali thv fsests , afraid into TO
be mixed up in the matter. Mr.. Steele
and Vicky Van could not be found. The
police arrive. Evidence throws a strong
suspicion on Miss Van. Patrolman Fer
rail- Identifies the murdered man as RAN
dolph Schuyler.
Mr.. Schuyler was a client and friend
MI. Calhoun accompanies the detectives
to the home of Mrs. Schuyler who was
apparently astounded at the news Of the
death of her, husband.
CHAPTER v (Continued)
Detective Lowney began adroitly to
put questions instead Of answering
them.
He inquired concerning Mr.. Schuy-
ler's habits n pursuits, his recrea-
tons and his social life.
All three of the women gave re-
sponses to these queries, and I learned
many things.
First, that Randolph Schuyler was
one manner of man at home and an
other abroad. The household, it was
plain to be seen, was one Of most
conservative customs and rigidly
straightbacked in it's conventions. -
Mrs. Schuyler was not a second wife.
She had been married about seven
years, and had lived the last five of
them in the house we were now in.
She was much younger than her hus-
band, and he had. I could see, kept
her from all knowledge Of or particle
patton of his Bohemian tastes. They
were the sort of people who have a
box at the opera n are patrons Of
the best and most exclusive func-
tons of the highest society. Mrs.
Schuyler, after the first shock, recov-
cred her poise, and though now and
then a tremor shook her slight frame,
calm.
The two, maiden ladies also grew
the return of the butler.
At last he came.
It's the master, Madame" he said.
simply, to his mistress as he entered
the Tile is dead"
i. The deferential gravity Of his tone
impressed me anew with the mans
worth. and I felt hat the stricken
wife had a tower of strength in the
Il left Cooper there, Madame" he
vent on. "They-they will not bring
Mr. Schuyler home tonight. In the
morning, perhaps. And now. Madame,
will you no go to rest? I. will be at
the service of these gentlemen"
1t seemed cruel to torture them
further that night, and the three
ladies' were dismissed by Lowney. and,
attended by their maids, they left us.
tell lfG us ali }ep yon know mSwne about sef sp.
schuyler's doings. I daresay you
know as much as the valet does. Was
Mr.. Schuyler as a man Of the world.
different from his life in this house?''
Jepson looked perturbed. That's
not for me to say, sir"
"Oh, yes, it is. my man. The law
asks you, and it is for you to tell all
You know"
We'll, then" and the butler weigh
ed his words. my master was always
most strict of habit in his home. The
ladles are very reserved, and abide by
rules and standards. that are, if I NAV
say so, GU of date today. But, though
Mr.. Schuyler was by no means a gay
man or a member of any fast set. yet
| have reason to- think, sir, that at
times he might go to places where he
would not take AMrs. Schuyler, and
where he would. not wish Mrs. Schuy-
Ter to know he had been himself"
That's enough" said Lownex. 1--WE
got his number. Now, Jepson, had
your master any enemies, that YOU
know off,"
Not that I know Of. But I know
nothing of Mr.. Schuyler's affairs. / see
him go out of an evening, and I may
notice that he comes in very late, but
as to his friends or enemies. I know
notnlng at all. l am not one to pry,
SIR. and my master has always trusted
me. | have endeavored not to betrav
that trust"
This might have sounded pharisaical
IN a man of less sincerity of speech.
But Jepson's clear, straightforward
eyes forbade any doubt of his honesty
and truth.
Again I was glad that Mrs. schuv-
Ter had this staunch helper at her
side, for I foresaw troublous times in
store for her.
"And you never heard Of this Miss
beforc?" ~
Never, sir. I know nothing of the
houses on the side blocks" 1 WINGED
at this. "Of course I know the people
who come to this house, but there is
among them no Miss Van Allen"
Rather mott" I thought to myself.
n then I sighed at the memory of
Vicky Van. Had she killed this mil
lionaire? And If so, why?
was sure Vicky had never met
Randolph Schuyler before that even
ing. had seen their meeting, and 1t
was too surely the glance OF stranger
to stranger that had passed between
them, to make a previous. acquaint-
c possible. Vicky had been charm-
ing to him. as she always was to every
one. but she showed no special inter-
est. and if h did. really kill him. it
was some unguessable motive that
prompted the deed.
thought 1t over. Schuyler, at the
club. dined and wined, had sperhaps
heard Norman Steele extol the charms
OF Vicky Van. Interested, he had asked
was so near his own, a sense Of nre-
Ncaution led him to adopt another
name.
Then the inexplicable SEQUEL!
=, A Miar the mysterious disappearance
Though, Of course, the s1rl would
doubtless h had witnessed the crime.
and, scared out of her wits, had run
away. Her return would clear up the
matter.
Then the walters story?
Well, there was much to be done.
AND as ! suddenly %bethought me. It
was time I. myself went home!
AS / passed Vicky VANS house, on
my way home. I saw lights pretty
much all over It, and was strongly
tempted to go in. But common sense
Told me I needed rest, and not only
did have many matters to attend to
on the morrow, but 7 had to tell the
story to Aunt Lucy and Winnie!
That, Of itself. would require some
thought and tactfu1 management, for
was not willing to have them. com