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Episode Date: December 5, 2022

That Affair Next Door by Anna Katharine Green audiobook. Genre: mystery In a quiet New York neighborhood of well-kept brownstones and closely watched manners, a sudden gunshot shatters the calm and a young woman is found dead behind a locked door. With the police baffled by a case that seems to point everywhere and nowhere at once, the investigation turns to the people who knew the household best - the neighbors who heard fragments of voices through walls, noticed who came and went, and carried private grudges behind polite smiles. Enter Amelia Butterworth, an independent, sharp-eyed society woman whose sense of order is matched only by her curiosity. Refusing to be dismissed as an idle onlooker, Amelia begins collecting observations the professionals overlook, comparing alibis, testing assumptions, and pushing past the limits placed on her as a woman of her time. As suspicion spreads along the row and every parlor conversation becomes a clue, Amelia finds herself in a contest of wits with hidden motives, class expectations, and the dangerous consequences of prying into other people's secrets. Part mystery puzzle and part social portrait, the story builds through meticulous detail toward a truth that will not stay safely behind closed doors. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (00:35:17) Chapter 02 (01:02:33) Chapter 03 (01:24:37) Chapter 04 (02:03:53) Chapter 05 (02:39:35) Chapter 06 (03:22:23) Chapter 07 (04:07:29) Chapter 08 (04:30:40) Chapter 09 (04:59:45) Chapter 10 (05:34:25) Chapter 11 (06:10:40) Chapter 12 (06:55:30) Chapter 13 (07:14:00) Chapter 14 (07:26:09) Chapter 15 (08:05:11) Chapter 16 (08:51:28) Chapter 17 (09:15:06) Chapter 18 (09:30:08) Chapter 19 (09:49:07) Chapter 20 (10:07:57) Chapter 21 (10:36:03) Chapter 22 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

that affair next door by anna k green book one miss butterworth's window chapter i a discovery i am not an inquisitive woman but when in the middle of a certain warm night in september i heard a carriage draw up at the adjoining house and stop i could not resist the temptation of leaving my bed and taking a peep through the curtains of my window first because the house was empty or supposed to be so the family still being as i had every reason to believe in europe and secondly because not being inquisitive i often miss in my lonely and single life much that it would be both interesting and profitable for me to know luckily i made no such mistake this evening i rose and looked out and though i was far from realizing it at the time took by so doing my first step in a course of inquiry which has ended but it is too soon to speak of the end rather let me tell you what i saw when i parted the curtains of my window in gramercy park on the night of september seventeenth eighteen ninety five not much at first glance only a common hack drawn up at a neighboring curbstone the lamp which is supposed to light our part of the block is some rods away on the opposite side of the street so that i obtained but a shadowy glimpse of a young man and woman standing below me on the pavement i could see however that the woman and not the man was putting money into the driver's hand the next moment they were on the stoop of this long-closed house and the coach rolled off it was dark as i have said and i did not recognize the young people at least their figures were not familiar to me but when in another instant i heard the click of a night key and saw them after a rather tedious fumbling at the long time when in another instant i heard the click of a night key and saw them after a rather tedious fumbling at the

lock disappear from the stoop i took it for granted that the gentleman was mr van bernam's eldest son franklin and the lady some relative of the family though why this most punctilious member should bring a guest at so late an hour into a house devoid of everything necessary to make the least exacting visitor comfortable was a mystery that i retired to bed to meditate upon i did not succeed in solving it however and after some ten minutes had elapsed i was settling myself again to sleep when i was re aroused by a fresh sound from the quarter mentioned the door i had so lately heard shut opened again and though i had to rush for it i succeeded in getting to my window in time to catch a glimpse of the departing figure of the young man hurrying towards broadway the young woman was not with him and as i realized that he had left her behind him in the great empty house without apparent light and certainly without any companion i began to question if this was like franklin van bernam was it not more in keeping with the recklessness of his more easy-natured and less reliable brother howard who some two or three years back had married a young wife of no satisfactory antecedents and who as i had heard had been ostracized by the family in consequence whichever of the two it was he had certainly shown but little consideration for his companion and thus thinking i fell off to sleep just as the clock struck the half-hour after midnight next morning as soon as modesty would permit me to approach the window i surveyed the neighboring house minutely not a blind was open nor a shutter displaced

as i am an early riser this did not disturb me at the time but when after breakfast i looked again and still failed to detect any evidences of life in the great barren front beside me i began to feel uneasy but i did nothing until noon when going into the rear garden and observing that the back windows of the van bernam house were as closely shuttered as the front i became so anxious that i stopped the next policeman i saw going by and telling him my suspicions urged him to ring the bell no answer followed the summons there is no one here said he ring again i begged and he rang again but with no better result don't you see that the house is shut up he grumbled we have had orders to watch the place but none to take the watch off there is a young woman inside i insisted the more i think over last night's occurrence the more i am convinced that the matter should be looked into he shrugged his shoulders and was moving away when we both observed a common-looking woman standing in front looking at us she had a bundle in her hand and her face unnaturally ruddy though it was had a scared look which was all the more remarkable from the fact that it was one of those wooden-like countenances which under ordinary circumstances are capable of but little expression she was not a stranger to me that is i had seen her before in or about the house in which we were at the moment so interested and not stopping to put any curb on my excitement i rushed down to the pavement and accosted her who are you i asked do you work for the van bernam's and do you know who the lady was who came here last night the poor woman either startled by my sudden address or by my manner which may have been a little sharp gave a quick bound backwards and was only deterred by the near presence of the policeman from attempting flight

as it was she stood her ground though the fiery flush which made her face so noticeable deepened till her cheeks and brow were scarlet i am the scrub woman she protested i have come to open the windows and air the house ignoring my last question is the family coming home the policeman asked i don't know i think so was her weak reply have you the keys i now demanded seeing her fumbling in her pocket she did not answer a sly look displaced the anxious one she had hitherto displayed and she turned away i don't see what business it is of the neighbors she muttered throwing me a dissatisfied scowl over her shoulder if you've got the keys we will go in and see that things are all right said the policeman stopping her with a light touch she trembled i saw that she trembled and naturally became excited something was wrong in the van bernam mansion and i was going to be present at its discovery but her next words cut my hopes short i have no objection to your going in she said to the policeman but i will not give up my keys to her what right has she in our house anyway and i thought i heard her murmur something about meddlesome old maids the look which i received from the policeman convinced me that my ears had not played me false the lady's right he declared and pushing by me quite disrespectfully led the way to the basement door into which he and the so-called cleaner presently disappeared i waited in front i felt it to be my duty to do so the various passers-by stopped an instant to stare at me before proceeding on their way but i did not flinch from my post not till i had heard that the young woman who i had seen enter these doors at midnight was well and that her delay in opening the windows was entirely due to fashionable laziness

what i feel justified in returning to my own home and its affairs but it took patience and some courage to remain there several minutes elapsed before i perceived the shutters in the third story open and a still longer time before a window on the second floor flew up and the policeman looked out only to meet my inquiring gaze and rapidly disappear again meantime three or four persons had stopped on the walk near me the nucleus of a crowd which would not be long in collecting and i was beginning to feel i was paying dearly for my virtuous resolution when the front door burst violently open and we caught sight of the trembling form and shocked face of the scrub woman she's dead she cried she's dead murder and would have said more had not the policeman pulled her back with a growl which sounded very much like a suppressed oath he would have shut the door upon me had i not been quicker than lightning as it was i got in before it slammed and happily too for just at that moment the house-cleaner who had grown paler every instant fell in a heap in the entry and the policeman who was not the man i would want about me in any trouble seemed somewhat embarrassed by this new emergency and let me lift the poor thing up and drag her further into the hall she had fainted and should have had something done for her but anxious though i always am to be of help where help is needed i had no sooner gotten within range of the parlor door with my burden than i beheld a sight so terrifying that i involuntarily let the poor woman slip from my arms to the floor in the darkness of a dim corner for the room had no light save that which came through the doorway where i stood

lay the form of a woman under a fallen piece of furniture her skirts and distended arms alone were visible but no one who saw the rigid outlines of her limbs could doubt for a moment that she was dead at a sight so dreadful and in spite of all my apprehensions so unexpected i felt a sensation of sickness which in another moment might have ended in my fainting also if i had not realized that it would never do for me to lose my wits in the presence of a man who had none too many of his own so i shook off my momentary weakness and turning to the policeman who was hesitating between the unconscious figure of the woman outside the door and the dead form of the one within i cried sharply come man to business the woman inside there is dead but this one is living fetch me a pitcher of water from below if you can and then go for whatever assistance you need i'll wait here and bring this woman to she is a strong one and it won't take long you'll stay here alone with that he began but i stopped him with a look of disdain of course i will stay here why not is there anything in the dead to be afraid of save me from the living and i'll undertake to save myself from the dead but his face had grown very suspicious you go for the water he cried and see here just call out for some one to telephone the police headquarters for the coroner and a detective i don't quit this room till one or the other of them comes smiling at a caution so very ill-timed but abiding by my invariable rule of never arguing with a man unless you're a caution so very ill-timed but abiding by my invariable rule of never arguing with a man unless as i see some way of getting the better of him i did what he bade me though i hated dreadfully to leave the spot and its woeful mystery even for so short a time as was required

run up to the second story he called out as i passed by the prostrate figure of the cleaner tell them what you want from the window or we will have the whole street in here so i ran upstairs i had always wished to visit this house but had never been encouraged to do so by the mrs van bernum and making my way into the front room the door of which stood wide open i rushed to the window and hailed the crowd which by this time extended far out beyond the curbstone an officer i called out a police officer an accident has occurred and the man in charge here wants the coroner and a detective from police headquarters who's hurt is it a man is it a woman shouted up one or two and let us in shouted others but the sight of a boy rushing off to meet an advancing policeman satisfied me that help would soon be forthcoming so i drew in my head and looked about me for the next necessity water i was in a lady's bedcham probably that of the eldest miss van bernam but it was a bedcham which had not been occupied for some months and naturally it lacked the very articles which would have been of assistance to me in the present emergency no oday cologne on the bureau no camphor on the mantelshelf but there was water in the pipes something i had hardly hoped for and a mug on the washstand so i filled the mug and ran with it to the door stumbling as i did so over some small object which i presently perceived to be a little round pincushion picking it up for i hate anything like disorder i placed it on a table near by and continued on my way the woman was still lying at the foot of the stairs i dashed the water in her face and she immediately came to sitting up she was about to open her lips when she checked herself a fact which struck me as odd though i did not allow my surprise to become apparent

meantime i stole a glance into the parlor the officer was standing where i had left him looking down on the prostrate figure before him there was no sign of feeling in his heavy countenance in his heavy countenance and the officer was standing where i had left him looking down on the prostrate figure before him there was no sign of feeling in his heavy countenance and he had not opened a shutter, nor, so far as I could see, disarranged an object in the room. The mysterious character of the whole affair fascinated me in spite of myself, and leaving the now fully aroused woman in the hall, I was halfway across the parlor floor when the latter stopped me with a shrill cry. Don't leave me! I have never seen anything before so horrible. The poor dear! The poor dear! why doesn't he take those dreadful things off her she alluded not only to the piece of furniture which had fallen upon the prostrate woman and which can be best described as a cabinet with closets below and shelves above but to the various articles of bric-a-brac which had tumbled from the shelves and which now lay in broken pieces about her he will do so they will do so very soon i replied he is waiting for someone with more authority than himself for the coroner if you know what that means but what if she's alive those things will crush her let us take them off i'll help i'm not too weak to help

do you know who this person is i asked for her voice had more feeling in it than i thought natural to the occasion dreadful as it was i she repeated her weak eyelids quivering for a moment as she tried to sustain my scrutiny how should i know i came in with the policeman and haven't been any nearer than i now be what makes you think i know anything about her i'm only the scrub woman and i don't even know the names of the family i thought you seemed so very anxious i explained suspicious of her suspiciousness which was so sly and emphatic a character that it changed her whole bearing from one of fear to one of cunning in a moment and who wouldn't feel the like of that for a poor creature lying crushed under a heap of broken crockery crockery those japanese vases worth hundreds of dollars that ormulu clock and those dresden figures must have been more than a couple of centuries old it's a poor sense of duty that keeps a man standing dumb and staring like that when with a lift of his hand he could show us the like her pretty face and if it's dead she be or alive as this burst of indignation was natural enough and not altogether uncalled for from the standpoint of humanity i gave the woman a nod of approval and wished i were a man myself that i might lift the heavy cabinet or whatever it was that lay upon the poor creature before us but not being a man and not judging it wise to irritate the one representative of that sex then present i made no remark but only took a few steps farther into the room followed as it afterwards appeared by the scrub-woman the van bernam parlors are separated by an open arch it was to the right of this arch and in the corner opposite the doorway that the dead woman lay i used my eyes now that i was somewhat accustomed to the semi-darkness enveloping us

i noticed two or three facts which had hitherto escaped me one was that she lay on her back with her feet pointing towards the hall door and another that nowhere in the room save her immediate vicinity were there to be seen any signs of struggle or disorder all was as set and proper as in my own parlor when it had been undisturbed for any length of time by guests and though i could not see far into the rooms beyond they were to all appearance in an equally orderly condition meanwhile the cleaner was trying to account for the overturned cabinet poor dear poor dear she must have pulled it over on herself but however did she get into the house and what was she doing in this great empty place. The policeman to whom these remarks had evidently been addressed, growled out some unintelligible reply, and in her perplexity the woman turned towards me. But what could I say to her? I had my own private knowledge of the matter, but she was not one to confide in, so I stoically shook my head. Doubly disappointed the poor thing shrank back, after looking first at the policeman, and then at me in an odd appealing way difficult to understand.

Then her eyes fell again on the dead girl at her feet, and being nearer now than before, she evidently saw something that startled her, for she sank on her knees with a little cry and begin examining the girl's skirts. "'What are you looking at there?' growled the policeman. "'Get up, can't you? No one but the coroner has a right to lay hand on anything here. I'm doing no harm, the woman protested in an odd, shaking voice. I only wanted to see what the poor thing had on.

Some blue stuff, isn't it? she asked me. Blue surge, I answered, store-made, but very good, must have come from Altman's or Stearns. I'm not used to sights like this, stammered the scrub-woman, stumbling awkwardly to her feet, and looking as if her few remaining wits had followed the rest on an endless figure. I think I shall have to go home, but she did not move. The poor dear is young, isn't she? She presently insinuated, with an odd catch in her voice, that gave to the question an air of hesitation and doubt.

I think she is younger than either you or myself, I deigned to reply. Her narrow pointed shoes show that she has not reached the years of discretion. Yes, yes, so they do, ejaculated the cleaner eagerly, too eagerly for perfect ingenuousness. That's why I said poor dear, and spoke of her pretty face. I am sorry for young folks when they get into trouble, ain't you? You and me might lie here, and no one be much the worse for it, but a sweet lady like this.

This was not very flattering to me, but I was prevented from rebuking her by a prolonged shout from the stoop without, as a rush was made against the front door, followed by a shrill peal of the bell. Man from headquarters, stolidly announced the policeman. Open the door, ma'am, or step back into the further hall

if you want me to do it. Such rudeness was uncalled for, but considering myself too important a witness to show feeling, I swallowed my indignation and proceeded with all my native dignity to the front door. End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2.

as I did so I could catch the murmur of the crowd outside as it seethed forward at the first intimation of the door being opened, but my attention was not so distracted by it, loud as it sounded after the quiet of the shut-up house, that I failed to notice the door had not been locked by the gentleman leaving the night before, and that consequently only the night latch was on. with the turn of the knob it opened showing me the mob of shouting boys and the forms of two gentlemen waiting admittance on the doorstep i frowned at the mob and smiled on the gentleman one of whom was portly and easy-going in appearance and the other spare with a touch of severity in his aspect but for some reason these gentlemen did not seem to me to appreciate the honour i had done them for they both gave me a displeased glance which was so odd and unsympathetic in its character that i bridled a little though i soon returned to my natural manner did they realize at the first glance that i was destined to prove a thorn in the sides of every one connected with this matter for days to come are you the woman who called from the window asked the larger of the two whose business here i found it difficult at first to determine i am was my perfectly self-possessed reply i live next door and my presence here is due to the anxious interest i always take in my neighbors i had reason to think that all was not as it should be in this house and i was right look in the parlors sirs they were already as far as the threshold of that room and needed no further encouragement to enter the heavier man went first and the other followed and you may be sure that i was not far behind the sight meeting our eyes was ghastly enough as you know but these men were evidently accustomed to ghastly sights for they showed but little emotion i thought this house was empty observed the second gentleman who was evidently a doctor

so it was till last night i put in and was about to tell my story when i felt my skirts jerked turning i found that this warning had come from the cleaner who stood close beside me what do you want i asked not understanding her and having nothing to conceal i she faltered with a frightened air nothing ma'am nothing then don't interrupt me i harshly admonished her annoyed at an interference that tended to throw suspicion upon my candor this woman came here to scrub and clean i now explained it was by means of the key that she carries that we were enabled to get into the house i never spoke to her till i had to her till i had now explained it was by means of the key that she carries that we were enabled to get into the house i never spoke to her till a half-hour ago at which with a display of subtlety i was far from expecting in one of her appearance she let her emotions take a fresh direction and pointing towards the dead woman she impetuously cried but the poor child there ain't you going to get those things off of her it's wicked to leave her under all that stuff suppose there was life in her oh there's no hope of that muttered the doctor lifting one of the hands and letting it fall again still he cast a side look at his companion who gave him a meaningful nod it might be well enough to lift this cabinet sufficiently for me to lay my hand on her heart they accordingly did this and the doctor leaning down placed his hand over the poor bruised breast no life he murmured she has been dead for some hours do you think we had better release the head he went on glancing up at the portly man at his side but the latter who was rapidly growing serious made a slight protest with his finger and turning to me inquired with sudden authority what did you mean when you said that the house had been empty until last night

just what i said sir it was empty until about midnight when two persons again i felt my dress twitched this time very cautiously what did the woman want not daring to give her a look for these men were only too ready to detect harm in everything i did i gently drew my skirt away and took a step aside going on as if no interruption had occurred did i say persons i should have said a man and a woman drove up to the house and entered i saw them from my window you did murmured my interlocutor who had by this time decided to be a detective and this is the woman i suppose he proceeded pointing to the poor creature lying before us why yes of course who else can she be I did not see the lady's face last night, but she was young and light on her feet, and ran up the stoop gaily. And the man, where is the man? I don't see him here. I am not surprised at that. He went very soon after he came, not ten minutes after, I should say. That is what alarmed me and caused me to have the house investigated. It did not seem natural, or, like any of the Van Burnums, to leave a woman to spend the night in so large a house alone. You know the Van Burnham's? Not well, but that don't signify. I know what report says of them

they are gentlemen. But Mr. Van Burnham is in Europe. He has two sons. Living here? No, the unmarried one spends his nights at Long Branch, and the other is with his wife somewhere in Connecticut. And how did the young couple you saw get in last night? Was there anyone here to admit them? No, the gentleman had a key. Ah, he had a key. The tone in which this was said recurred to me afterwards, but at the moment I was much more impressed by a peculiar sound I heard behind me. Something between a gasp and a click in the throat, which came I knew from the scrub-woman, and which, odd and contradictory, as it may appear, struck me as an expression of satisfaction, though what there was in my admission to give satisfaction to this poor creature, I could not conjecture.

Moving so as to get a glimpse of her face, I went on with the grim self-possession natural to my character, and when he came out he walked briskly away, the carriage had not waited for him. Ah, again, muttered the gentleman, picking up one of the broken pieces of China, which lay haphazard about the floor, while I studied the cleaner's face, which, to my amazement, gave evidences of a confusion of emotions most unaccountable to me mr gryce may have noticed this too for he immediately addressed her though he continued to look at the broken piece of china in his hand and how come you to be cleaning this house he asked is the family coming home they are sir she answered hiding her emotion with great skill the moment she perceived attention directed to herself and speaking with the sudden volubility that made us all stare they are expected any day i didn't know it till yesterday was it yesterday no the day before when young mr franklin he is the oldest son sir and a very nice man a very nice man sent me word by letter that i was to get the house

ready. It isn't the first time I have done it for them, sir, and as soon as I could get the basement key from the agent, I came here and worked all day yesterday, washing up the floors and dusting. I should have been at them again this morning if my husband hadn't been sick, but I had to go to the infirmary for medicine, and it was noon when I got here, and then I found this lady standing outside with a policeman, a very nice lady, a very nice lady indeed, sir. i pay my respects to her and she actually dropped me a curtsy like a peasant woman in a play and they took my key from me and the policeman opens the door and he and me go upstairs and into all the rooms and when we come to this one she was getting so excited as to be hardly intelligible stopping herself with a jerk she fumbled nervously with her apron while i asked myself how she could have been at work in this house the day before, without my knowing it. Suddenly I remembered that I was ill in the morning

and busy in the afternoon at the orphan asylum, and somewhat relieved at finding so excellent an excuse for my ignorance. I looked up to see if the detective had noticed anything odd in this woman's behavior. Presumably he had, but having more experience than myself with the susceptibility of ignorant persons in the presence of danger and distress. he attached less importance to it than i did for which i was secretly glad without exactly knowing my reasons for being so you will be wanted as a witness by the coroner's jury he now remarked to her looking as if he were addressing the piece of china he was turning over in his hand now no nonsense he protested as she commenced to tremble and plead you were the first one to see this dead woman and you must be on hand to say so as i cannot tell you when the inquest will be you had better stay around till the coroner comes he'll be here soon you and this other woman too by other woman he meant me miss butterworth of colonial ancestry and no inconsiderable importance in the social world but though i did not relish this careless association of myself with this poor scrub-woman i was careful to show no displeasure for i reasoned that as witnesses we were equal before the law and that it was solely in this light he regarded us

there was something in the manner of both these gentlemen which convinced me that while my presence was considered desirable in the house it was not especially wanted in the room i was therefore moving reluctantly away when i felt a slight but peremptory touch on my arm and turning saw the detective at my side still studying his piece of china he was as i have said of portly-billed and benevolent aspect a fatherly-looking man and not at all the person one would likely to associate with the police yet he could take the lead very naturally and when he spoke i felt bound to answer him will you be so good madam as to relate over again what you saw from your window last night i am likely to have charge of this matter and would be pleased to hear all you may have to say concerning it my name is butterworth i politely intimated and my name is gryce a detective the same you must think this matter very serious i ventured death by violence is always serious you must regard this death as something more than an accident i mean his smile seemed to say you will not know to-day how i regard it and you will not know to-day what i think of it either was my inward rejoinder but i said nothing aloud for the man was seventy-five if he was a day and i had been taught respect for age and have practised the same for fifty years and more i must have shown what was passing in my mind and he must have seen it reflected on the polished surface of the porcelain he was contemplating for his lips showed the shadow of a smile

sufficiently sarcastic for me to see that he was far from being as easy-natured as his countenance indicated come come said he there is the coroner now say what you have to say like the straightforward honest woman you appear i don't like compliments i snapped out indeed they have always been obnoxious to me as if there was any merit in being honest and straightforward or any distinction in being so told i am miss butterworth and not in the habit of being spoken to as if i were a simple countrywoman i objected but i will repeat what i saw last night as it is no secret and the telling of it won't hurt me and may help you accordingly i went over the whole story and was much more loquacious than i had intended to be his manner was so insinuating and his inquiries so pertinent but one topic we both failed to broach and that was the peculiar manner of the scrub-woman perhaps it had not struck him as peculiar and perhaps it should not have struck me as so but in the silence which was preserved on the subject i felt i had acquired an advantage over him which might lead to consequences of no small importance would i have felt thus or congratulated myself quite so much upon my fancied superiority if i had known he was the man who managed the leavenworth case and who in his early years had experienced that very wonderful adventure on the staircase of the heart's delight perhaps i would for though i have had no adventures i feel capable of them and as for any peculiar acumen he may have shown in his long and eventful career why that is a quality which others may share with him as i hope to be able to prove before finishing these pages

end of chapter two chapter three of that affair next door this is a librivox recording all liberoq's recordings are in the public domain for more information for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox dot org recording today by don larsen in minnesota that affair next door by anna k green chapter three amelia discovers herself there is a small room at the extremity of the van bernam mansion in this i took refuge after my interview with mr gryce as i picked out the chair which best suited me and settled myself for a comfortable communion with my own thoughts i was astonished to my own to find how much I was enjoying myself, notwithstanding the thousand and one duties awaiting me on the other side of the party wall. Even this solitude was welcome, for it gave me an opportunity to consider matters. I had not known, up to this very hour that I had any special gifts. My father, who was a shrewd man of the old New England type, said more times than I am years old, which was not saying it as often as some may think, that Araminta, the name

name I was Christian by, and the name you will find in the Bible record, though I sign myself Amelia, and insist upon being addressed as Amelia, being as I hope, a sensible woman, and not the piece of antiquated sentimentality suggested by the former cognomen, that Araminta would live to make her mark, though in what capacity he never informed me, being as I have observed a shrewd man, and thus not likely to thoughtlessly commit himself. I know now that he is. I know now that he never informed me, being as I have observed a shrewd man, and thus not likely to thoughtlessly commit himself. I know now that he was right. My pretensions dating from the moment I found that this affair, at first glance so simple, and at the next so complicated, had aroused in me a fever of investigation which no reasoning could allay. Though I had other and more personal

matters on my mind, my thoughts would rest nowhere but on the details of this tragedy, and having, as I thought, noticed some few facts in connection with it, from which conclusions might be drawn i amused myself with jotting them down on the back of a disputed grocer's bill i happened to find in my pocket valueless as explaining this tragedy being founded upon insufficient evidence they may be interesting as showing the workings of my mind even at this early stage of the matter they were drawn under three heads first was the death of this young woman an accident second was it a suicide third was it murder under the first head i wrote my reasons for not thinking it an accident one if it had been an accident and she had pulled the cabinet over upon herself she would have been found with her feet pointing towards the wall where the cabinet had stood but her feet were towards the door and her head under the cabinet two the decent even precise arrangement of the clothing about her feet were towards the door and her head under the cabinet two the decent even precise arrangement of the clothing about her feet, which precludes any theory involving accident. Under the second, reason for not thinking at suicide.

She could not have been found in the position observed, without having lain down on the floor while living, and then pulled the shelves down upon herself. A theory obviously too improbable to be considered. Under the third, reason for not thinking at murder. She would need to have been held down on the floor while the cabinet was being. pulled over her something which the quiet aspect of the hands and feet made appear impossible to this i added reasons for accepting the theory of murder one the fact that she did not go into the house alone that the man entered with her remained ten minutes and then came out again and disappeared up the street with every appearance of haste and an anxious desire to leave the spot two the front door which he had unlocked on entering was not locked by him on departure the catch doing the locking yet though he could have re-entered so easily he had shown no disposition to return

three the arrangement of the skirts which show the touch of a careful hand after death nothing clear you see i was doubtful of all and yet my suspicions tended most toward murder i had eaten my luncheon before interfering in this matter which was fortunate for me as it was three o'clock before i was summoned to meet the coroner of whose arrival i had been conscious some time before he was in the front parlor where the dead girl lay and as i took my way thither i felt the same sensations of faintness which had so nearly overcome me on the previous occasion but i mastered them and was quite myself before i crossed the threshold there were several gentlemen present but of them all i only noticed two one of whom i took to be the coroner while the other was my late interlocutor mr gryce from the animation of the moment of the moment of the one of whom i took to be the coroner from the animation observable in the latter i gathered that the case was growing in interest from the detective's standpoint ah and is this the witness asked the coroner as i stepped into the room i am miss butterworth was my calm reply amelia butterworth living next door and present at the discovery of this poor murdered body murdered he repeated why do you say murdered for reply i drew from my pocket the bill on which i had scribbled my conclusions in regards to this matter read this said i evidently astonished he took the paper from my hand and after some curious glances in my direction condescended to do as i requested the result was an odd but grudging look of admiration directed towards myself and a quick passing over of the paper to the detective

the latter who had exchanged his bit of broken china for a very much used and tooth-marked lead pencil frowned with a whimsical air at the latter before he put it in his pocket then he read my hurried scrawl two richmond's in the field commented the coroner with a sly chuckle i'm afraid i shall have to yield to their allied forces miss butterworth the cabinet is about to be raised do you feel as if you could endure the sight i can stand anything where the cause of justice is involved i replied very well then sit down if you please when the whole body is visible i will call you and stepping forward he gave orders to have the clock and broken china removed from about the body as the former was laid away on one end of the mantel some one observed what a valuable witness that clock might have been had it been running when the shelves fell but the fact was so patent that it had not been in motion for months that no one even answered and mr gryce did not so much as look towards it but then we had all seen that the hands stood at three minutes to five i had been asked to sit down but i found this impossible side by side with the detective i viewed the replacing of that heavy piece of furniture against the wall and the slow disclosure of the upper part of the body which had so long laid hidden that I did not give way as a proof that my father's prophecy was not without some reasonable foundation, for the sight was one to try the stoutest nerves, as well as to awaken the compassion of the hardest heart.

The coroner, meeting my eye, pointed at the poor creature inquiringly, Is this the woman you saw enter here last night? I glanced down at her dress, noting the short summer cape tied to the neck, with an elaborate bow of ribbon, and nodded my head. i remember the cape said i but where is her hat she wore one let me see if i can describe it closing my eyes i endeavored to recall the dim silhouette of her figure as she stood passing up the change to the driver and was so far successful that i was ready to announce the next moment that her hat presented the effect of a soft felt with one feather or one bow of ribbon standing upright from the side of the crown then the identity of this woman with the one you saw enter here last night is established remarked the detective stooping down and drawing from under the poor girl's body a hat sufficiently like the one i had just described to satisfy everybody that it was the same as if there could be any doubt i began but the coroner explaining that it was a mere formality motioned me to stand aside in favor of the doctor who seemed anxious to approach nearer than the doctor who seemed anxious to approach nearer than that it was a mere formality motioned me to stand aside in favor of the doctor who seemed anxious to approach nearer than the

nearer the spot where the dead woman lay. This I was about to do when a sudden thought struck me, and I reached out my hand for the hat. Let me look at it for a moment, said I. Mr. Grice at once handed it over, and I took a good look at it inside and out. It is pretty badly crushed, I observed, and does not present a very fresh appearance, but for all that it has been born but once. How do you know? questioned the coroner, let the other richmond inform you was my grimly uttered reply as i gave it again into the detective's hand there was a murmur about me whether of amusement or displeasure i made no effort to decide i was finding out something for myself and i did not care what they thought of me neither has she worn this dress long i continued but that is not true of the shoes they are not old but they have been acquainted with the pavement and that is more than i can say of the hem of this gown there are no gloves on her hands a few minutes elapsed then before her assault long enough for her to take them off smart woman whispered a voice in my ear a half-admiring half sarcastic voice that i had no difficulty in ascribing to mr gryce

but are you sure she wore any did you notice that her hand was gloved when she came into the house no i answered frankly but so well-dressed a woman would not enter a house like this without gloves it was a warm night some one suggested i don't care you will find her gloves as you have her hat and you will find them with the fingers turned inside out just as she drew them from her hand so much i will concede to the warmth of the weather like these for instance broke in a quiet voice startled for a hand had appeared over my shoulder dangling a pair of gloves before my eyes i cried out somewhat too triumphantly i own yes yes just like those did you pick them up here are they hers you say that this is the way hers should look and i repeat it then allow me to pay you my compliments these were picked up here but where i cried i thought i looked this carpet over well he smiled not at me but at the gloves and the thought crossed me that he felt as if something more than the gloves was being turned inside out i therefore pursed my mouth and determined to stand more on my guard it is of no consequence i assured him all such matters will come out at the inquest gryce nodded and put the gloves back in his pocket with them he seemed to pocket some of his geniality and patience all of these facts have been gone over before you came in said he which statement i begged to consider as open to doubt the doctor who had hardly moved a muscle during all this colloquy now rose from his kneeling position beside the girl's head i shall have to ask the presence of another physician said he will you send for one from your office coroner at all

at which i stepped back and the coroner stepped forward saying however as he passed me the inquest will be held day after to-morrow in my office hold yourself in readiness to be present i regard you as one of my chief witnesses i assured him i would be on hand and obeying a gesture of his finger retreated from the room but i did not yet leave the house a straight slim man with a very small head but a very bright eye was leaning on the newel post in the front hall and when he saw me started up so alertly i perceived that he had business with me and so waited for him to speak you are miss butterworth he inquired i am sir and i am a reporter from the new york world will you allow me why did he stop i had merely looked at him but he did stop and that is saying considerable for a reporter from the new york world i certainly am willing to tell you what i have told every one else i interposed considering it better not to make an enemy of so judicious a young man and seeing him brighten up at this i thereupon related all that i considered desirable for the general public to know i was about passing on when reflecting that one good turn deserves another i paused and asked him if he thought they would leave the dead girl in the house all night he answered that he did not think they would that a telegram had been sent some time before to young mr van bernum and that they were only awaiting his arrival to remove her do you mean howard i asked is he the elder one no it is the elder one they have summoned the one who has been staying at long branch how can they expect him then so soon because he is in the city it seems the old gentleman is going to return on the new york

and as she is due here to-day franklin van burnham has come to new york to meet him ha thought i lively times are in prospect and for the first time i remembered my dinner and the orders which had not been given about some curtains which were to have been hung that day and all the other reasons i had for being at home i must have shown my feelings as much as i pride myself upon my impassibility upon all occasions for he immediately held out his arm with an offer to pilot me through the crowd to my own house and i was about to accept it when the door-bell rang so sharply that we involuntarily stopped a fresh witness or a telegram for the coroner whispered the reporter in my ear i tried to look indifferent and doubtless made out pretty well for he added after a sly look in my face you do not care to stay any longer i made no reply but i think he was impressed by my dignity could he not see that it would be the height of ill manners for me to rush out in the face of any one coming in an officer opened the door and when we saw who stood there i am sure that the reporter as well as myself was grateful that we listened to the dictates of politeness it was young mr van bernam franklin i mean the older and more respectable of the two sons he was flushed and agitated and looked as if he would like to annihilate the crowd pushing him about on his own stoop he gave an angry glance backward as he stepped in and then i saw that a carriage covered with baggage stood on the other side of the street and gathered that he had not returned to his father's house alone "'What has happened? What does all this mean?'

"'Were the words he hurled at us, as the door closed behind him, "'and he found himself face to face with a half-dozen strangers, "'among whom the reporter and myself stood conspicuous. "'Mr. Grice, coming suddenly from somewhere, was the one to answer him. "'A painful occurrence, sir, a young girl has been found here, dead, "'crushed under one of your parlor cabinets.' "'A young girl?' he repeated. oh how glad i was that i had been brought up never to transgress the principles of politeness here in this shut-up house what young girl you mean old woman do you not the house-cleaner or some one

no mr van bernam we mean what we say though possibly i should call her a young lady she is dressed quite fashionably the really i cannot repeat in this public manner the word which mr van bernam used I excused him at the time, but I will not perpetuate his forgetfulness in these pages. She is still lying as we found her, Mr. Grice now proceeded in his quiet, almost fatherly way. Will you not take a look at her? Perhaps you can tell us who she is. I? Mr. Van Burnum seemed quite shocked. How should I know her? Some thief probably killed while meddling with other people's property. Perhaps, quoth Mr. Grisley iconically, at which I felt so angry as tending to mislead my handsome young neighbor, that I irresistibly did what I had fully made up my mind not to do,

that is, stepped into view and took apart in this conversation. How can you say that, I cried, when her admittance here was due to a young man who let her in at midnight with a key, and then left her to eat out of her. her heart in this great house all alone. I have made sensations in my life, but never quite so marked a one as this. In an instant every eye was on me, with the exception of the detectives. His was on the figure crowning the Newell-post, and bitterly severe his gaze was, too, though it immediately grew wary, as the young man started towards me and impetuously demanded,

who talks like that? Why, it's Miss Butterworth. Madam, I fear I did not fully understand what you said. Whereupon I repeated my words, but this time very quietly, but clearly, while Mr. Grice continued to frown at the bronze figure he had taken into his confidence. When I had finished, Mr. Van Bernam's countenance had changed, so had his manner. He held himself as erect as before, but not with his mind. much bravado. He showed haste and impatience also, but not the same kind of haste, and not quite the same kind of impatience. The corners of Mr. Grice's mouth betrayed that he had noted this change,

but he did not turn away from the Neuopost. This is a remarkable circumstance which you have just told me, observed Mr. Van Bernam, with the first bow I had ever received from him. I don't know what to think of it, but I still hold that it's some thief. Killed, did you say? Really dead? Well, I'd have given five hundred dollars not to have had it happen in this house. He had been moving towards the parlor door, and he now entered it. Instantly Mr. Grice was at his side. Are they going to close the door, I whispered to the reporter, who was taking all this in equally with myself? I'm afraid so, he muttered.

and they did mr gryce had evidently had enough of my interference and was resolved to shut me out but i heard one word and caught one glimpse of mr van bernam's face before the heavy door fell to the word was oh so bad as that how can any one recognize her and the glimpse well the glimpse proved to me that he was much more profoundly agitated than he wished to appear and any extraordinary agitation on his part was certainly in direct contradiction to the very sentence he was at that moment uttering end of chapter three chapter four silas van bernam however much i may be needed at home i cannot reconcile it with my sense of duty to leave just yet i confided to the reporter with what i meant to be a proper show of reason and self-restraint mr van bernam may wish to ask me some questions of course of course acquiesced the other you are very right always you are very right i should judge as i did not know what he meant by this i frowned always a wise thing to do in an uncertainty that is if one wishes to maintain an air of independence and aversion to flattery will you not sit down he suggested there is a chair at the end of the hall but i had no need to sit the front door-bell again rang and simultaneously with its opening the parlor door unclosed and mr franklin van bernam appeared in the hall just as mr silas van bernam his father stepped into the vestibule father he remonstrated with a troubled air could you not wait the elder gentleman who had evidently just been driven up from the steamer wiped his forehead with an irascible air that i will say i have noticed in him before and on much less provocation

wait with a yelling crowd screaming murder in my ear and isabella on one side of me calling for salts and carolina on the opposite seat getting that blue look about her mouth we have learned to dread so in a hot day like this no sir when there is anything wrong going on i want to know it and evidently there is something wrong going on here what is it some of howards but the son seizing me by the hand and drawing me forward put a quick stop to the old gentleman's sentence miss butterworth father our next-door neighbor you know ah hum ah miss butterworth how do you do ma'am what the is she doing here he grumbled not so low but that i heard both the profanity and the none too complimentary allusion to myself if you will come into the parlor i will tell you urged the son but what have you done with isabella and caroline left them in the carriage with that hooting mob about them i told the coachman to drive on they are probably half-way around the block by this time then come in here but don't allow yourself to be too much affected by what you will see a sad accident has occurred here and you must expect the sight of blood blood oh i can stand that if howard the rest was lost in the sound of the closing door and now you will say i ought to have gone and you are right but would you have gone yourself especially as the hall was full of people who did not belong there if you would then condemn me for lingering just a few minutes longer the voices in the parlor were loud but they presently subsided and when the owner of the house came out again he had a subdued look which was as great a contrast to his angry aspect on entering as was the change i observed in his son he was so absorbed indeed that he did not notice me though i stood directly in his way

don't let howard come he was saying in a thick low voice to his son keep howard away till we are sure i am confident that his son pressed his arm at that point for he stopped short and looked about him in a blind and dazed way oh he ejaculated in a tone of great displeasure this is the woman who saw miss butterworth father the anxious voice of his son broke in don't try to talk such a sight as enough to unnerve any man yes yes blustered the old gentleman evidently taking some hint from the other's tone or manner where are the girls they will be dead with terror if we don't relieve their minds they got the idea it was their brother howard who was hurt and so did i but it's only some wandering away from it seemed as if he was not to be allowed to finish any of his sentences for franklin interrupted him at this point and asked him what he was going to do with the girls certainly he could not bring them in here no answered his father but in the dreamy inconsequential way of one whose thoughts were elsewhere i suppose i shall have to take them to some hotel ah an idea i flushed as i realized the opportunity which had come to me and had to wait a moment not to speak with too much eagerness let me play the part of neighbor i prayed and accommodate the young ladies for the night my house is near and quiet but the trouble it would involve protested mr franklin is just what i need to allay my excitement i responded i shall be glad to offer them rooms for the night if they are equally glad to accept them they must be the old gentleman declared i can't go running around with them hunting up rooms to-night miss butterworth is very good go find the girls franklin let me have them off my mind at least

the young man bowed i bowed and was slipping at last from my place by the stairs when for the third time i felt my dress twitched are you going to keep to that story a voice whispered in my ear about the young man and the woman coming in the night you know keep to it i whispered back recognizing the scrub woman who had sidled up to me from some unknown quarter in the semi-darkness why it's true why shouldn't i keep to it a chuckle difficult to describe but full of meaning shook the arm of the woman as she pressed close to my side oh you are a good one she said i didn't know they made em so good and with another chuckle full of satisfaction and an odd sort of admiration i had certainly not earned she slid away again into the darkness Certainly there was something in this woman's attitude towards this affair which merited attention. End of Chapter 4 Chapter 5 of That Affair Next Door This is a Libravox recording.

All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording today by Dawn Larson in Minnesota. That Affair Next Door by Anna K. Green. this is no one i know i welcome the mrs van burnham with just enough good-will to show that i had not been influenced by any unworthy motives in asking them to my house i gave them my guest chamber but i invited them to sit in my front room as long as there was anything interesting going on in the street i knew they would like to look out and as this chamber boasts of a bay with two windows we could all be accommodated from where i sat i could now and then hear what they said and i considered this but just for if the young woman who had suffered so untimely an end was in any way connected with them it was certainly best that the facts should not lie concealed and one of them that is isabella is such a chatterbox mr van bernam and his son had returned next door and so far as we could observe from our vantage point preparations were being made for the body's removal

as the crowd below driven away by the policeman one minute only to collect again in another swayed and grumbled in a continual expectation that was as continually disappointed i heard caroline's voice rise in two or three short sentences they can't find howard or he would have been here before now did you see her that time when we were coming out of clarks fanny preston did and she said she was pretty no i didn't get a glimpse a shout from the street below i can't believe it were the next words i heard but franklin is awfully afraid hush or the ogress i am sure i heard her say ogress but what followed was drowned in another loud murmur but what followed was drowned in another loud murmur and i caught nothing further till these sentences were uttered by the trembling and over-excited caroline if it be she pa will never be the same man again to have her die in our house oh there's howard now the interruption came quick and sharp and it was followed by a double cry and an anxious rustle as the two girls sprang to their feet in their anxiety to attract their brother's attention or possibly to convey him some warning but i did not give much heed to them my eyes were on the carriage in which howard had arrived and which owing to the ambulance in front had stopped on the other side of the way i was anxious to see him descend that i might judge of his figure recalled that of the man i had seen cross the pavement the night before but he did not descend just as his hand was on the carriage door a half-dozen men appeared on the adjoining stoop carrying a burden which they hastened to deposit in the ambulance he sank back when he saw it and when his face became visible again it was so white it seemed to be the only face in the street though fifty people stood about staring at the house at the ambulance and at him

franklin van bernam had evidently come to the door with the rest for howard had no sooner showed his face the second time than we saw the former dash down the steps and tried to part the crowd in a vain attempt to reach his brother's side mr gryce was more successful he had no difficulty in winning his way across the street and presently i perceived him standing near the carriage exchanging a few words with its occupant a moment later he drew back and addressing the driver jumped into the carriage with howard and was speedily driven off the ambulance followed and some of the crowd and as soon as a hack could be obtained mr van bernam and his son took the same road leaving us three women in a state of suspense which as far as one of us was concerned ended in a nervous attack that was not unlike heart failure i allude of course to caroline and it took isabella and myself a good half-hour to bring her back to normal condition and when this was done isabella thought it incumbent upon her to go off into hysterics which being but a weak simulation of the other state i met with severity and cured with a frown when both were in trim again i allowed myself one remark one would think said i that you knew the young woman who had fallen victim to her folly next door at which isabella violently shook her head and caroline observed it is the excitement which has been too much for me i am never strong and this is such a dreadful home welcoming when will father and franklin come back it was very unkind of them to go off without one word of encouragement they probably did not consider the fate of this unknown woman a matter of any importance to you the van bernam girls were unlike an appearance to you the van bernam girls were unlike an appearance

and character, but they showed an equal embarrassment at this, casting down their eyes and behaving so strangely that I was driven to wonder, without any show of hysterics I am happy to say, what would be the upshot of this matter, and how far I would become involved in it before the truth came to light. At dinner they displayed what I should call their best society manner. Seeing this, I assumed my society manner also. It is formed on the same. It is formed on a different pattern from theirs, but is fully as impressive, I judge. A most formal meal was the result. My best china was in use, but I had added nothing to my usual course of viands. Indeed, I had abstracted something, an entree upon which my cook prides

herself was omitted. Was I going to allow these proud young misses to think I had exerted myself to please them? No, rather would I have them considered me niggardly and an enemy to good living. So the entree was, as the French say, suppressed. In the evening their father came in, he was looking very dejected, and half his bluster was gone. He held a telegram crushed in his hand, and he talked very rapidly, but he confided none of his secrets to me, and was obliged to say good-night to these young ladies, without knowing much more about the matter engrossing us than when I had left their house in the afternoon. But others were not as ignorant as myself. A dramatic and highly exciting scene had taken place that evening at the undertakers, to which the unknown's body had

been removed. And as I have more than once heard it minutely described, I will endeavor to transcribe it here with all the impartiality of an outsider. When Mr. Grice entered the carriage in which Howard sat, he noted first that the young man was frightened, and second, that he made no effort to hide it. He had heard almost nothing from the detective. He knew that there had been a hue and cry for him ever since noon, and that he was wanted to identify a young woman, who had been found dead in his father's house. But beyond these facts he had been told little, and yet he seemed to have no curiosity, nor did he he ventured to express any surprise. He merely accepted the situation and was troubled by it,

showing no inclination to talk till very near the end of his destination, when he suddenly pulled himself together and ventured this question. How did she, the young woman, as you call her, kill herself? The detective, who in his long career among criminals and suspected persons, had seen many men and encountered many conditions roused at this query with much of his old spirit turning from the man rather than toward him he allowed himself a slight shrug of the shoulders and he calmly replied she was found under a heavy piece of furniture the cabinet with the vases on it which you must remember stood at the left of the mantelpiece it had crushed her head and breast quite a remarkable means of death don't you think there has been but one occurrence like it in my long experience i don't believe what you tell me was the young man's astonished reply you are trying to frighten me or make a game of me no lady would make use of any such means of death as that i did not say she was a lady returned mr gryce scoring one in his mind against his unwary companion a shiver passed down the young man's side where he came in contact with the detective no he muttered but i gathered from what you said she is no common person or why he flashed out in sudden heat do you require me to go with you to see her have i the name of associating with any persons of the sex who are not ladies

pardon me said mr gryce in grim delight at the prospect he saw slowly unfolding before him of one of those complicated affairs in which minds like his unconsciously revel i meant no insinuations we have requested you as we have requested your father and brother to accompany us to the undertakers because the identification of the corpse is a most important point and every formality likely to insure it must be observed and did not they my father and brother i mean recognize her it would be difficult for any one to recognize her who was not well acquainted with her a horrified look crossed the features of howard van bernam which if a part of his acting showed him to have genius for his role his head sank back in the cushions of the carriage and for a moment he closed his eyes when he opened them again the carriage had stopped and mr gryce who had not noticed his emotion of course, was looking out of the window with his hand on the handle of the door. "'Are we there already?' asked the young man with a shudder. "'I wish you had not considered it necessary for me to see her. "'I shall detect nothing familiar in her, I know.'

Mr. Grice bowed, repeated that it was a mere formality, and followed the young gentleman into the building, and afterwards into the room where the dead body lay. A couple of doctors and one or two officials stood about, in whose faces the young man sought for something like encouragement before casting his eyes in the direction indicated by the detective but there was little in any of these faces to calm him and turning shortly away he walked manfully across the room and took his stand by the detective i am positive he began that it is not my wife at this moment the cloth that had covered the body was removed and he gave a great start of his own of relief. I said so, he remarked coldly, this is no one I know. His sigh was echoed in double chorus from the doorway. Glancing that way, he encountered the faces of his father and elder brother,

and moved toward them with a relieved air that made quite another man of him in appearance. I have had my say, he remarked, shall I wait outside till you have had yours? We have already said all that we had to, Franklin returned. We declared that we do not recognize this person. Of course, of course, assented the other. I don't see why they should have expected us to know her. Some common suicide who thought the house empty, but how did she get in? Don't you know, said Mr. Grice, can it be that I forgot to tell you? Why she was let in at night by a young man of medium height. His eye ran up and down the graceful figure of the young elegant before him as he spoke who left her inside and then went away a young man who had a key a key franklin i was it a look from franklin which made him stop

it is possible for he turned on his heel as he reached this point and tossing his head with quite a gay air exclaimed but it is of no consequence the girl is a stranger and we have satisfied i believe all the requirements of the law in saying so and may now drop the matter are you going to the club franklin yes but here the elder brother drew nearer and whispered something into the other's ear who at that whisper turned again towards the place where the dead woman lay seeing this movement his anxious father wiped the moisture from his forehead silas van bernam had been silent up to this moment and seemed inclined to continue so but he watched his younger son with painful intentness nonsense broke from howard's lips as his brother ceased his communication but he took a step nearer the body notwithstanding and then another and another until he was at its side again the hands had not been injured as we have said and upon these his eyes now fell they are like hers oh god they are like hers he muttered growing gloomy at once but where are the rings there are no rings to be seen on these fingers and she wore five including her wedding-ring is it of your wife you are speaking inquired mr gryce who had edged up close to his side the young man was caught unawares he flushed deeply but answered up boldly and with great appearance of candor yes my wife left hatham yesterday to come to new york and i have not seen her since naturally i have felt some doubts lest this unhappy victim should be she but i do not recognize her clothing i do not recognize her form only the hands look familiar and the hair

is of the same color as hers but it's a very ordinary color i do not dare to say from anything i see that this is my wife we will call you again after the doctor has finished his autopsy said mr gryce perhaps you will hear from mrs van bernam before then but this intimation did not seem to bring comfort with it mr van bernam walked away white and sick for which display of emotion there was certainly some cause and rejoining his father tried to carry off the moment with the aplomb of a man of the world but that father's eye was fixed too steadily upon him he faltered as he sat down and finally spoke up with a feverish energy if it is she so help me god her death is a mystery to me we have quarrelled more than once lately and i have sometimes lost my patience with her but she had no reason to wish for death and i am ready to swear in defiance of those hands which are certainly like hers and the nameless something which franklin calls a likeness that it is a stranger who lies there and that her death in our house is a coincidence well well we will wait was the detective's soothing reply sit down in the room opposite there and give me your orders for supper and i will see that a good meal is served you the three gentlemen seeing no way of refusing followed the discreet official who preceded them and the door of the doctor's room closed upon him and the inquiries he was about to make end of chapter five chapter six new facts mr van bernam and his son had gone through the formality of supper and were conversing in the haphazard way natural to men filled with a subject they dare not discuss

when the door opened and Mr. Grice came in. Advancing very calmly he dressed himself to the father. I am sorry, said he, to be obliged to inform you that this affair is much more serious than we anticipated. This young woman was dead before the shelves laden with bric-a-brac fell upon her. It is a case of murder, obviously so, or I should not presume to forestall the coroner's jury in their verdict. murder it is a word to shake the stoutest heart the older gentleman reeled as he half rose and franklin his son betrayed in his own way an almost equal amount of emotion but howard shrugged his shoulders as if relieved of an immense weight looked about with a cheerful air and briskly cried then it is not the body of my wife you have there no one would murder louise i shall go away and prove the truth of my words by hunting her up at once the detective opened the door beckoned in the doctor who whispered two or three words into howard's ear they failed to awake the emotion he evidently expected howard looked surprised but he answered without any change of voice

yes louise has such a scar and if it is true that this woman is similarly marked then it is a mere coincidence nothing will convince me that my wife has been the victim of murder had you not better take a look at the scar just mentioned no i am so sure of what i say that i will not even consider the possibility of my being mistaken i have examined the clothing on this body you have shown me and not one article of it came from my wife's wardrobe nor would my wife go as you have informed me this woman did into a dark house at night with any other man than her husband and so you absolutely refuse to acknowledge her most certainly the detective paused glanced at the troubled faces of the other two gentlemen faces that had not perceptibly altered during these declarations and suggestively remarked you have not asked by what means she was killed and i don't care shouted howard it was by very peculiar means also new in my experience it does not interest me the other retorted mr gryce turned to his father and brother does it interest you he asked the old gentleman ordinarily so testy and so peremptory silently nodded his head while franklin cried speak up quick you detectives hesitate over the disagreeables was she throttled or stabbed with a knife i have said the means were peculiar she was stabbed but not with a knife i know mr gryce well enough now to be sure that he did not glance towards howard while saying this and yet at the same time he did not miss the quiver of a muscle on his part or the motion of an eyelash but howard's assumed sang freud remained undisturbed and his countenance imperturbable

the wound was so small the detective went on that it is a miracle it did not escape notice it was made by the thrust of some very slender instrument through the heart put in franklin of course of course assented the detective what other spot is vulnerable enough to cause death is there any reason why we should not go demanded howard ignoring the extreme interest manifested by the other two with the determination that showed great doggedness of character the detective ignored him a quick stroke a sure stroke a fatal stroke the girl never breathed after the detective ignored him a quick stroke a sure stroke a fatal stroke the girl never breathed after but what of those things under which she lay crushed ah in them lies the mystery her assailant must have been as subtle as he was sure and still howard showed no interest i wish to telegraph to haddam he declared as no one answered the last remark haddam was the place where he and his wife had been spending the summer we have already telegraphed there observed mr gryce your wife has not yet returned turned there are other places defiantly insisted the other i can find her if you give me the opportunity mr gryce bowed i am to give orders then for this body to be removed to the morgue it was an unexpected suggestion and for an instant howard showed that he had feelings with the best but he quickly recovered himself and avoiding the anxious glances of his father and brother answered with offensive lightness i have nothing to do with that you must do as you think proper and mr gryce felt that he had received a check and did not know whether to admire the young man for his nerve or to execrate him for brutality for

that the woman who he had thus carelessly dismissed to the ignominy of public gaze was his wife the detective did not doubt end of chapter six chapter seven of that affair next door this is a livervox recording all libervox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit livervox dot org recording today by don l'clock Larson in Minnesota. That affair next door by Anna K. Green, Chapter 7, Mr. Grice discovers Miss Amelia. To return to my own observations, I was almost as ignorant of what I wanted to know at ten o'clock on that memorable night as I was at five, but I was determined not to remain so. When the two Mrs. Van Burnham had retired to their room, I slipped away to the neighboring house and boldly rang the bell. I had observed Mr. Grice enter it a few minutes before, and I was resolved to have some talk with him. The hall lamp was lit, and we could discern each other's faces as he opened the door. Mine may have been a study, but I am sure his was. He had not

expected to be confronted by an elderly lady at that hour of the night. Well, he dryly ejaculated, I am sensible of the honor, Miss Butterworth, but he did not ask me in. I expected no less, said I, I saw you come in, and I followed as soon after as I could. I have something to say to you. He admitted me then, and carefully closed the door. Feeling free to be myself, I threw off the veil I had tied under my chin, and confronted him with what I call the true spirit. Mr. Grice, I began. Let us speak. make an exchange of civilities. Tell me what you have done with Howard Van Burnham, and I will tell you what I have observed in the course of this afternoon's investigation. This aged detective is

used to women, I have no doubt, but he is not used to me. I saw it by the way he turned over and over the spectacles he held in his hand. I made an effort to help him out. I have noted something today which I think has escaped you. It is so slight a clue that most women would not speak of it, but being interested in this case, I will mention it, if in return you will acquaint me with what will appear in the newspapers to-morrow. He seemed to like it. He peered through his glasses and at them, with the smile of a discoverer. I am your very humble servant, he declared, and I felt as if my father's daughter had received her first recognition. But he did not overwhelm me with confidences.

Oh, no, he is very sly, this old and well-seasoned detective, and while appearing to be very communicative, really parting with but little information. He said enough, however, for me to gather that matters looked grim for Howard, and if this was so, it must have become apparent that the death they were, were investigating was neither an accident nor a suicide i hinted as much and he for his own ends no doubt admitted at last that a wound had been found on the young woman which could not have been inflicted by herself at which i felt such increased interest in this remarkable murder that i must have made some foolish display of it for the wary old man chuckled and ogled his spectacles quite lovingly before shutting them up and and putting them into his pocket and now what have you to tell me he inquired sliding softly between me and the parlor door nothing but this question that queer-acting house-cleaner closely she has something to tell which it is your business to know i think he was disappointed he looked as if he regretted the spectacles he had pocketed and when he spoke there was an edge to his tone i had not noticed in it before do you know what that something is he asked no or i should have told you myself and what makes you think she is hiding anything from us her manner did you not notice her manner he shrugged his shoulders

it conveyed much to me i insisted if i were a detective i would have the secret out of that woman or die in the attempt he laughed this sly old almost decrepit man laughed outright then he looked severely at his old friend on the newel post and drawing himself up with some show of dignity made this remark it is my very good fortune to have made your acquaintance miss butterworth you and i ought to be able to work out this case in a way that will be satisfactory to all parties he meant it for sarcasm but i took it quite seriously that is in all appearance i am as sly as he and though not quite as old now i am sarcastic having some of his wit if but little of his experience then let us to work said i you have your theories about this murder and i have mine let us see how they compare if the image he had under his eye had not been made of bronze I am sure it would have become petrified by the look he now gave it. What to me seemed but the natural proposition of an energetic woman, with a special genius for his particular calling, evidently struck him as audacity of the grossest kind.

But he can find his display of astonishment to the figure he was eyeing, and returned me nothing but the most gentlemanly retort. I am sure I am obliged to you, madam, and possibly I may be willing to consider your very thoughtful proposition later, but now I am busy, very busy, and if you will await my presence in your house for half an hour. Why not let me wait here, I interposed. The atmosphere of the place may sharpen my faculties. I already feel that another sharp look into that parlor would lead to the forming of some valuable theory. You! Well, he did not say what I was, or rather,

what the image he was apostrophizing was but he must have meant to utter a compliment of no common order the prim courtesy i made in acknowledgment of his good intention satisfied him that i understood him fully and changing his whole manner to one more in accordance with business he observed after a moment's reflection you came to a conclusion this afternoon miss butterworth for which i should like some explanation in investigating the hat which had been drawn from under the murdered girl's remains you made the remark that it had been worn but once i had already come to the same conclusion but by other means doubtless will you tell me what it was that gave point to your assertion there was but one prick of a hat-pin in it i observed if you had been in the habit of looking into young women's hats you will appreciate the force of my remark the deuce was his certainly uncalled-for exclamation women's eyes for women's matters i am greatly indebted to you ma'am you have solved a very important problem for us a hat-pin hum he muttered to himself the devil in a man is not easily balked even such an innocent article as that can be made to serve when all other means are lacking it is perhaps a proof that mr gryce is getting old that he allowed these words to escape him but having once given vent to them he made no effort to retract them but proceeded to take me into his confidence so far as to explain the woman who was killed in that room owed her death to the stab of a thin long pin we had not thought of a hat-pin but upon your mentioning it i am ready to accept it as the instrument of death there was no pin to be seen in the hat when you looked at it

none i examined it most carefully he shook his head and seemed to be meditating as i had plenty of time i waited expecting him to speak again my patience seemed to impress him alternately raising and lowering his hands like one in the act of weighing something he soon addressed me again this time in a tone of banter this pin if pin it was was found broken in the wound we have been searching for the end that was left in the murderer's hand and we have not found it it is not on the floors of the parlor nor in this hallway what do you think the ingenious user of such an instrument would do with it this was said i am now sure out of his spirit of sarcasm he was amusing himself with me but i did not realize it then i was too full of my subject he would not have carried it away i reasoned shortly at least not far he did not throw it aside on reaching the street for i watched his movements so closely that i would have observed him had he done this it is in the house then and presumably in the parlor even if you did not find it on the floor. Would you like to look for it? he impressively asked. I had no means of knowing at that time that when he was impressive, he was his least

candid and trustworthy self. Would I, I repeated, am being spare in figure, and much more active in my movements, that one would suppose from my age in dignified deportment. I ducked under his arms and was in Mr. Van Burnum's parlor, before he had had recovered from his surprise that a man like him could look foolish i would not have you suppose for a moment but he did not look very well satisfied and i had a chance to throw more than one glance around me before he found his tongue again an unfair advantage ma'am an unfair advantage i am old and i am rheumatic you are young and sound as a nut i acknowledge my folly in endeavoring to compete with you and must make the best of the situation and now madam where is that pin it was lightly said but for all that i saw my opportunity had come if i could find this instrument of murder what might i not expect from his gratitude nerving myself for the task thus set me i peered hither and thither taking in every article in the room before i made a step forward there had been some attempt to rectify its disorder

the broken pieces of china had been lifted and lain carefully away on newspapers upon the shelves from which they had fallen the cabinet stood upright in its place and the clock which had tumbled face upward had been placed upon the mantel shelf in the same position the carpet was therefore free save for the stains which told such a woeful story of past tragedy and crime you have moved the tables and searched behind the sofas i have moved the tables and searched behind the sofas i have moved the tables and searched behind the sofas I suggested. Not an inch of the floor has escaped our attention, madam. My eyes fell on the register which my skirts half covered. It was closed. I stooped and opened it. A square box of tin was visible below,

at the bottom of which I perceived the round head of a broken hat-pin. Never in my life had I felt as I did at that minute. Rising up, I pointed at the register and let some of my triumphs, become apparent, but not all, for I was by no means sure at that moment, nor am I by any means sure now, that he had not made the discovery before I did and was simply testing my pretensions. However that may be, he came forward quickly, and after some little effort drew out the broken pin and examined it curiously. I should say that this is what we want, he declared, and from that moment on showed me a suitable

deference. I account for its being here in this way, I argued. The room was dark, for whether he lighted it or not to commit his crime. He certainly did not leave it lighted long. Coming out, his foot came in contact with the iron of the register, and he was struck by a sudden thought. He had not dared to leave the head of the pin lying on the floor, for he hoped that he had covered up his crime by pulling the heavy cabinet over upon his viz. victim nor did he wish to carry away such a memento of his cruel deed so he dropped it down the register where he doubtless expected it would fall into the furnace pipes out of sight but the tin box retained it is that not plausible sir i could not have reasoned better myself madam we shall have you on the force yet but at the familiarity shown by this suggestion i bridled angrily i am miss butterworth was my sharp retort and any interest i may take in this matter is due to my sense of justice seeing that he had offended me the astute detective turned the conversation back on business by the way said he your woman's knowledge can help me out at another point if you are not afraid to remain in this room alone for a moment

I will bring an article in regard to which I should like your opinion. I assured him I was not in the least bit afraid, at which he made another of his anomalous boughs and passed into the adjoining parlor. He did not stop there, opening the sliding doors, communicating with the dining-room beyond. He disappeared in the latter room, shutting the doors behind him. Being now, for a moment alone on the scene of the crime,

I crossed over to the mantel shelf and lifted the clock that lay there. Why I did this I scarcely know. I am naturally very orderly, some people call me precise, and it probably fretted me to see so valuable an object out of its natural position. However that was, I lifted it up and set it upright, when to my amazement it began to tick. Had the hands not stood as they did when my eyes first, fell on the clock lying face up on the floor at the dead girl's side i should have thought the works had been started since that time by mr gryce or some other officious person

but they pointed now as then to a few minutes before five and the only conclusion i could arrive at was that the clock had been in running order when it fell startling as this fact appeared in a house which had not been inhabited for months but if it had been in running order and was only stopped by its fall upon the floor why did the hands point at five instead of twelve which was the hour at which the accident was supposed to have happened here was matter for thought and that i might be undisturbed in my use of it i hastened to lay the clock down again even taking the precaution to restore the hands to the exact position they had occupied before i had started up the works If Mr. Grice did not know their secret, why so much worse for Mr. Grice? I was back in my old place by the register before the folding doors unclosed again. I was conscious of a slight flush on my cheek, so I took from my pocket that perplexing grocery bill and was laboriously going down its long line of figures when Mr. Grice reappeared. He had, to my surprise, a woman's hat in his hand.

"'Well,' thought I, "'what does this mean?' "'It was an elegant specimen of Milnery, "'and was in the latest style. "'It had ribbons and flowers "'and birds' wings upon it, "'and presented, as it was turned about "'by Mr. Geis's deft hand,

"'an appearance which some might have called charming, "'but to me it was simply grotesque and absurd. "'Is this a last spring's hat?' he inquired. "'I don't know. but I should say it has come fresh from the Milner's. I found it lying with a pair of gloves tucked inside on an otherwise empty shelf in the dining-room closet. It struck me as looking too new for a discarded hat

of either of the Mrs. Van Burnham. What do you think? Let me take it, said I. Oh, it's been worn, he smiled several times, and the hat-pin is in it, too. There is something else I wish to see. He handed it over. i think it belongs to one of them i declared it is made by lemol on fifth avenue whose prices are simply wicked but the young ladies have been gone let me see five months could this have been bought before then

possibly for this is an imported hat but why should it have been left lying about in that careless way it cost twenty dollars if not thirty and if for any reason its owner decided not to take it with her why didn't she pack it away properly i have no patience with the modern girl she is made up of recklessness and extravagance i hear that the young ladies are staying with you was his suggestive remark they are then you can make some inquiries about this hat also about the gloves which are an ordinary street pair of what color gray they are quite fresh size six very well i will ask the young ladies about them this third room is used as a dining-room and the closet where i found them is one in which glasses kept the presence of this hat there is a mystery but i presume the mrs van bernam can solve it at all events it is very improbable that it has anything to do with the crime which has been committed here very i coincided so improbable he went on that on second thoughts i advise you not to disturb the young ladies with questions concerning it further unless reasons for doing so become apparent very well i returned but i was not deceived by his second thoughts as he was holding open the parlor door before me in a very significant way i tied my veil under my chin and was about to leave when he stopped me i have another favor to ask said he and this time with his most benignant smile miss butterworth do you object to sitting up for a few nights till twelve o'clock not at all i returned if there is a good reason for it at twelve o'clock to-night a gentleman will enter this house if you will note him from your window i will be obliged

to see whether he is the same one i saw last night certainly i will take a look but to-morrow night he went on imperturbably the test will be repeated and i shall like to have you take you take a look but to-morrow night he went on imperturbably the test will be repeated and i shall like to have you take you take you take you take it to-morrow night he went on it The test will be repeated, and I shall like to have you take another look, Without prejudice, madam, remember, without prejudice. I have no prejudices, I began. The test may not be concluded in two nights, he proceeded, without any notice of my words. So do not be in haste to spot your man, as the vulgar expression is. And now, good night, we shall meet again to-morrow.

Wait, I called preemptorly, for he was on the point, of closing the door i saw the man but faintly it is an impression only that i received i would not wish a man to hang through any identification i could make no man hangs on simple identification we shall have to prove the crime madam but identification is important even such as you can make there was no more to be said i uttered a calm good-night and hastened away by a judicious use of my opportunity I had become much less ignorant on the all-important topic than when I entered the house. It was half past eleven when I returned home, a late hour for me to enter my respectable front door alone, but circumstances had warranted my escapade, and it was with quite an easy conscience and a cheerful sense of accomplishment that I went to my room and prepared to sit out the half-hour before midnight. I am a comfortable sort of person when alone, and found no difficulty in passing this time profitably.

Being very orderly, as you must have remarked, I have everything at hand for making myself a cup of tea any time of day or night. So feeling some need of refreshment, I set out the little table I reserved for such purposes, and made the tea and sat down to sip it. while doing so i turned over the subject occupying my mind and endeavored to reconcile the story told by the clock with my preconceived theory of the murder but no reconcilment was possible the woman had been killed at twelve and the clock had fallen at five how could the two be made to agree and which since agreement was impossible should be made to give way the theory or the testimony of the clock both seemed incontrovertible and yet one must be false which i was inclined to think that the trouble lay with the clock that i had been deceived in my conclusions and that it was not running at the time of the crime mr gryce may have ordered it wound and then have had it laid on its back to prevent the hands from shifting past the point where they had stood at the time of the crime's discovery it was an unexplainable act but a possible one while to suppose that it was going when the shelves fell stretched in probability to the utmost their having been so far as we could learn

no one in the house for months sufficiently dexterous to set so valuable a time-piece for who could imagine the scrub woman engaging in a task requiring such delicate manipulation no some meddlesome official had amused himself by starting up the works and the clue i had thought so important would probably prove valueless there was humiliation in the thought and it was a relief to me to hear the approaching carriage just as the clock on my mantel struck twelve springing from my chair i put out my light and flew to the window the coach drew up and stopped next door i saw a gentleman descend and stepped briskly across the pavement to the neighboring stoop the figure he presented was not that of the man i had seen enter the night before end of chapter seven chapter eight the mrs van bernam late as it was when i retired i was up betimes in the morning as soon in fact as the papers were distributed the tribune lay on the stoop eagerly i seized it up eagerly i read it from its headlines you may judge what it has to say about the murder a startling discovery in the van bernam mansion in gramercy park a young girl found there lying dead under an overturned cabinet evidences that she was murdered before it was pulled down upon her thought by some to be mrs howard van bernam a fearful crime involved in an impenetrable mystery what mr van bernam says about it he does not recognize the woman as his wife so so it was his wife they were talking about i had not expected that well well no wonder the girls look startled and concerned

and I paused to recall what I had heard about Howard Van Burnham's marriage. It had not been a fortunate one. His chosen bride was pretty enough, but she had not been bred into the ways of fashionable society, and the other members of the family had never recognized her. The father especially had cut his son dead since his marriage, and had even gone so far as to threaten to dissolve the partnership in which they were all involved. Worse than this, There had been rumors of a disagreement between Howard and his wife. They were not always on good terms, and opinions differed as to which was the most at fault. So much for what I knew of these two parties mentioned.

Reading the article at length, I learned that Mrs. Van Burnham was missing, that she had left Haddam for New York the day before, her husband, and had not since been heard from. Howard was confident, however, that the first of her husband, that the publicity given to her disappearance by the papers would bring immediate news of her. The effect of the whole article was to raise grave doubts as to the candor of Mr. Van Burnham's assertions, and I am told that in some of the less scrupulous papers, these doubts were not only expressed, but actual surmises ventured upon as to the identity

between him and the person whom I had seen enter the house with the young girl. As for my own name, it was blazoned forth in anything but a gratifying manner. I was spoken of in one paper, a kind friend told me this, as the prying Miss Amelia. As if my prying had not given the police their only clue to the identification of the criminal. The New York world was the only paper that treated me with any consideration. The young man with the small head and beady eyes was not awed by me for nothing. he mentioned me as the clever miss butterworth whose testimony is likely to be of so much value in this very interesting case it was the world i handed the mrs van bernam when they came downstairs to breakfast it did justice to me and not too much injustice to him they read it together their two heads plunged deeply into the paper so that i could not watch their faces but i could see the sheet shake and i could see the sheet shake and i could see the sheet shake and i could see that i could see the sheet shake and i could see that

I noticed that their social veneer was not as yet laid on so thickly that they could hide their real terror and heartache when they finally confronted me again. Did you read, have you seen this horrible account? Quavered Caroline as she met my eye. Yes, and I now understand why you felt such anxiety yesterday. Did you know your sister-in-law, and do you think she could have been beguiled into your father's house in that way? It was Isabella who answered, We never have seen her and know little of her, but there is no telling what such an uncultivated person as she might do. But that our good brother Howard ever went in there with her is a lie, isn't it, Caroline? A base and malicious lie.

Of course it is. Of course. Of course. You don't think the man you saw was Howard, do you, dear Miss Butterworth? dear oh dear i am not acquainted with your brother i returned i have never seen him but a few times in my life you know he has not been a very frequent visitor at your father's house lately they looked at me wistfully so wistfully say it was not howard whispered caroline stealing up a little nearer to my side and we will never forget it murmured isabella in what i have a little bit of my side and we will never forget it murmured isabella in what i have a little bit of my own I am obliged to say was not her society manner. I hope to be able to say it, was my short rejoinder, made difficult by the prejudices I had formed. When I see your brother I may be able to decide at a glance

that the person I saw entering your house was not he. Yes, oh yes, do you hear that, Isabella? Miss Butterworth will save Howard yet. Oh, you dear old soul, I could almost love you. This was not agreeable to me. I, a dear old soul, a term to be applied to a butter woman, not to a butter worth. I drew back and their sentimentalities came to an end. I hope their brother Howard is not the guilty man the papers make him out to be, but if he is, the Mrs. Van Burnham's fine phrase, We could almost love you, will not deter me from being honest in the matter. Mr. Grice called early, and I was glad to be able to tell him that the gentleman who visited him the night before did not recall the impression upon me made by the other. He received the communication quietly, and from his manner I judged that it was more or less what he expected.

But who can be a correct judge of a detective's manner, especially one so foxy and imperturbable as this one? I longed to ask who his visitor was, but I did not dare. Or rather, to be candid in little things that you may believe me in great, I was confident he would not tell me, so I would not compromise my dignity by a useless question. He went after five minutes' stay, and I was about to turn my attention to household affairs, when Franklin came in.

His sisters jumped like puppets to me, him oh they cried for one's thinking and speaking alike have you found her his silence was so eloquent that he did not need to shake his head but you will before the day is out protested caroline it is too early yet added isabella i never thought i would be glad to see that woman under any circumstances continued the former but i believe now that if i saw her coming up the street on howard's arm i should be glad to see that woman under any circumstances continued the former but i believe now that if i saw her coming up the street on howard's arm i should should be happy enough to rush out and and give her a hug finished the more impetuous isabella it was not what caroline meant to say but she accepted the emendation with just the slightest air of deprecation they were both evidently much attached to howard and ready in his trouble to forgive and forget everything i began to like them again have you read the horrid papers and how is papa this morning and what shall we do to save howard now flew in rapid questions from their lips and feeling that it was but natural that they should have their little say i sat down in my most uncomfortable chair and waited for the first ebullations to exhaust themselves instantly mr van bernam took them by the arm and led them away to a distant sofa are you happy here he asked in what he meant for a very confidential tone but i can hear as readily as a deaf person anything which is not meant for my ears oh she's kind enough whispered caroline but so stingy do take us where we can get something to eat she puts all her money into china such plates and so little on them at these expressions uttered with all the emphasis a whisper will allow i just hugged myself in the corner the dear giddy things but they should see they should see

i fear it was mr van bernam who now spoke i shall have to take my sisters from under your kind care to-day their father needs them and has i believe already engaged rooms for them at the plaza i am sorry i replied but surely they will not leave till they have had another meal with me postpone your departures young ladies till after luncheon and you will greatly oblige me we may never meet so agreeably again they fidgeted which i had expected and cast secret looks of almost comic appeal at their brother but he pretended not to see them being disposed for some reason to grant my request taking advantage of the momentary hesitation that ensued i made them all three my most conciliatory bow and said as i retreated behind the portiere i shall give my order to my order for lunch and now. Meanwhile, I hope the young ladies will feel perfectly free in my house. All that I have is at their command, and was gone before they could protest. When I next saw them, they were upstairs in my front room. They were seated together in the window, and looking miserable enough to have a little diversion. Going to my closet I brought out a

bandbox, it contained my best bonnet. Young ladies, what do you think of this? I inquired, taking the bonnet out and carefully placing it on my head. I myself consider it a very becoming article of headgear, but their eyebrows went up in a scarcely complimentary fashion. You don't like it, I remarked. While I think a great deal of young girls' taste, I shall send it back to Madame Moore's tomorrow. I don't think much of Madame Moore, observed Isabella. and after paris do you like la mole better i inquired bobbing my head to and fro before the mirror the better to conceal my interest in the venture i was making i don't like any of them but diobny returned isabella she charges twice what la mole does twice what are these girls purses made of or rather their fathers but she has the sheik we are accustomed to see in french millinery i shall never go anywhere else we were recommended to her in paris put in caroline more languidly her interest was only half engaged by this frivolous topic But did you never have one of La Molles hats? I pursued taking down a hand-mirror, ostensibly to get the effect of my bonnet in the back, but really to hide my interest in their

unconscious faces. Never, retorted Isabella, I would not patronize the thing. Nor you, I urged carelessly, turning towards Caroline. No, I have never been inside her shop. Then whose is, I began and stopped. a detective doing the work i was would not give away the object of his questions so recklessly then who is i corrected the best person after diobni i never can pay her prices i should think it wicked oh don't ask us protested isabella we have never made a study of the best bonnet-maker at present we wear hats and having thus thrown their youth in my face they turned away to the window again not realizing that the middle-aged lady they regarded with such disdain had just succeeded in making them dance to her music most successfully the luncheon i ordered was elaborate for i was determined to make them dance to her music most successfully the luncheon i ordered was elaborate for i was determined to make that the Mrs. Van Burnham should see that I knew how to serve a fine meal, and that my plates were not always better than my viands. I had invited in a couple of other guests, so that I should not

seem to have put myself out for the two young girls, and as they were quiet people like myself, the meal passed most decorously. When it was finished, the Mrs. Caroline and Isabella had lost some of their consequential heirs, and I really think the deference that they have since showed me is due more to the surprise they felt at the perfection of this dainty luncheon than to any considerate appreciation of my character and abilities. They left at three o'clock, still without news of Mrs. Van Burnham, and being positive by this time that the shadows were thickening about the family, I saw them depart with some regret, and a positive feeling of commiseration.

Had they been reared to a proper reverence for their elders, how much more easy it would have been to see the earnestness in Caroline and the affectionate impulses in Isabella? The evening paper added but little to my knowledge. Great disclosures were promised, but no hint given of their nature. The body at the morgue had not been identified by any of the hundreds who had viewed it, and howard still refused to acknowledge it as that of his wife the morrow was awaited with anxiety so much for the public press at twelve o'clock at night i was seated again in my window the house next door had been lighted since ten and i was in momentary expectation of its nocturnal visitor he came promptly at the hour set alighted the carriage with a bound shut the carriage door with a slam, and crossed the pavement with cheerful celerity.

His figure was not so positively like, nor yet so positively unalike, that of the supposed murderer, that I could definitely say, this is he, or, this is not he, and I went to bed puzzled, and not a little burdened by a sense of the responsibility imposed upon me in this matter. And so passed the day between the murder and the inquest. End of Chapter 8. Chapter 9 of That Affair Next Door. This is a Libravox recording.

All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording today by Don Larson in Minnesota. That Affair Next Door by Anna K. Green, Chapter 9, Developments. Mr. Grice called about 9 o'clock the next morning. well said he what about the visitor who came to see me last night like and unalike i answered nothing could induce me to say he is the man we want and yet i would not dare to swear he was not you are in doubt then concerning him i am mr gryce bowed reminded me of the inquest and left nothing was said about the hat at ten o'clock i prepared to go to the place designated by him. I had never attended an inquest in my life, and felt a little flurried in consequence,

but by the time I had tied the strings of my bonnet, the despised bonnet, which, by the way, I did not return to Moors. I had conquered this weakness and acquired a demeanor more in keeping with my very important position as chief witness in a serious police investigation. I had sent for a carriage to take me, and I rode away from my house amid the shouts of some half-dozen boys collected on the curbstone, but I did not allow myself to feel dashed by this publicity. On the contrary, I held my head as erect as nature intended, and my back kept the line my good health warrants. The path of duty has its thorny passages, but it is for strong minds like mine to ignore them.

promptly at ten o'clock I entered the room reserved for the inquest and was ushered to the seat appointed me. Though never a self-conscious woman, I could not but be aware of the many eyes that followed me, and endeavored so to demean myself that there should be no question as to my respectable standing in the community. This I considered due to the memory of my father, who was very much in my thoughts that day. the coroner was already in his seat when i entered and though i did not perceive the good face of mr gryce anywhere in the vicinity i had no doubt he was within earshot of the other people i took small note save of the honest scrub-woman whose red face and anxious eyes under a preposterous bonnet which did not come from la mole's i caught vague glimpses as the crowd between us surged to and fro None of the Van Burnham's were visible, but this did not necessarily mean that they were absent. Indeed, I was very sure from certain indications that more than one member of the family could be seen in the small room,

connecting with the large one in which we witnesses sat with the jury. The policeman, Carol, was the first man to talk. He told of my stopping him on his beat and of his entrance into Mr. Van Burnham's house with the scrubwoman. He gave the details of his discovery of the dead woman's body on the parlor floor, and insisted that no one, here he looked very hard at me, had been allowed to touch the body till relief had come to him from headquarters. Mrs. Boppert, the scrubwoman, followed him, and if she was watched by no one else in that room, she was watched by me. Her manner before the coroner was no more satisfactory, according to my notion, than it had been in Mr. Van Burnum's parlor. She gave a very perceptible start when they spoke her name, and looked quite scared when the Bible was held out towards her. But she took the oath, notwithstanding, and with her testimony the inquiry began in earnest.

What is your name? asked the coroner. As this was something she could not help knowing, she uttered the necessary words glibly, though in a way that showed she resented his impertinence in asking her what he already knew. Where do you live and what do you do for a living? rapidly followed. She replied that she was a scrubwoman and clean people's houses, and having said this she assumed a very dogged air, which I thought strange enough to raise a question in the minds of those who watched her. But no one else seemed to regard it as anything but the embarrassment of ignorance. How long have you known the Van Burnham family?

The coroner went on. Two years, sir, come next Christmas. Have you often done work for them? I cleaned the house twice a year, fall and spring. Why were you at the house two days ago? To scrub the kitchen floors, sir, and put the pantries in order. had you received notice to do so yes sir through mr franklin van bernam and was that the first day of your work there no sir i had been there all the day before you don't speak loud enough objected the coroner remember that every one in this room wants to hear you she looked up and with a frightened air surveyed the crowd about her publicity evidently made her most uncomfortable and her voice sank rather than rose where did you get the key of the house and by what door did you enter i went in at the basement sir and i got the key at mr van bernam's agent in day street i had to go for it sometimes they send it to me but not this time and now relate your meeting with the policeman on wednesday morning in front of mr van bernam's house She tried to tell her story, but she made awkward work of it,

and they had to ply her with questions to get at the smallest fact. But finally she managed to repeat what we already knew, how she went with the policeman into the house, and how they stumbled upon the dead woman in the parlor. Further than this they did not question her, and I, Amelia Butterworth, had to sit in silence and see her go back to her seat, redder than before, but with a strangely satisfied air that told me she had escaped more easily than she had expected.

And yet Mr. Grice had been warned that she knew more than appeared, and by one in whom he seemed to have placed some confidence. The doctor was called next. His testimony was most important, and contained a surprise for me and more than one surprise for the others. After a short preliminary examination, he was requested to state how long the woman had been dead when he was called to examine her. More than twelve and less than eighteen hours was his quiet reply. Had the rigor mortis set in? No, but it began very soon after.

Did you examine the wounds made by the falling shelves and the vases that tumbled with them? I did. Will you describe them? he did so and now there was a pause in the coroner's question which roused us all to its importance which of these many serious wounds was in your opinion the cause of her death the witness was accustomed to such scenes and was perfectly at home in them surveying the coroner with a respectful air he turned slowly towards the jury and answered in a slow and impressive manner i feel ready to declare sirs that none of them did she was not killed by the falling of the cabinet upon her not killed by the falling shelves why not were they not sufficiently heavy or did they not strike her in a vital place they were heavy enough and they struck her in a way to kill her if she had not already been dead when they fell upon her as it was they simply bruised a body from which life had already deposed a body from which life had already deposed as this was putting it very plainly many people of the crowd who had not been acquainted with these facts previously showed their interest in a very unmistakable manner

but the coroner ignoring these symptoms of growing excitement hastened to say this is a very serious statement you are making doctor if she did not die from the wounds inflicted by the objects which fell upon her from what cause did she die can you say that you say that her death was a natural one, and that the falling of the shelves was merely an unhappy accident following it? No, sir, her death was not natural. She was killed, but not by the falling cabinet. Killed, and not by the cabinet? How, then? Was there another wound upon her which you regard as mortal? Yes, sir. Suspecting that she had perished from other means than appeared, I made a most rigid examination of her body when I discovered under the hair in the nape of her neck a minute spot, which upon probing I found to be the end of a small, thin point of steel.

It had been thrust by a careful hand into the most vulnerable part of the body, and death must have ensued at once. This was too much for certain excitable persons present, and a momentary disturbance arose, which, however, was nothing to that in my own breast. So, so, it was her neck that had been pierced and not her heart. Mr. Grice had allowed us to think it was the latter,

but it was not this fact which stupefied me, but the skill and diabolical coolness of the man who had inflicted this death-thrust. After order had been restored, which I will say was very soon, the coroner with an added gravity of tone went on with his questions did you recognize this bit of steel as belonging to any instrument in the medical profession no it was of too untempered steel to have been manufactured for any thrusting or cutting purposes it was of the commonest kind and had broken short off in the wound it was only the end that i found have you this end with you the point i mean which you found embedded in the base of the dead woman's brain i have sir and he handed it over to the jury as they passed it along the coroner remarked later we will show you the remaining portion of this instrument of death which did not tend to allay the general excitement seeing this the coroner humored the growing interest by pushing on his inquiries doctor he asked are you prepared to say how long a time elapsed between the infliction of this fatal wound and those which disfigured her

no sir not exactly but some little time some little time when the murderer was in the house only ten minutes all looked their surprise and as if the coroner had divined this feeling of general curiosity he leaned forward and emphatically repeated more than ten minutes the doctor who had every appearance of realizing the importance of his reply did not hesitate evidently his mother evidently his mother who had every appearance of realizing the importance of his reply did not hesitate evidently his mind was quite made up. Yes, more than ten minutes. This was the shock I received from his testimony. I remembered what the clock had revealed to me, but I did not move a muscle of my face. I was learning self-control under these repeated surprises. This is an unexpected statement, remarked the coroner. What reasons have you to urge in explanation of this? Very simple and very well-known ones, at least among the profession, there was too little blood seen for the wounds to have been inflicted before death

or within a few minutes after it. Had the woman been living when they were made, or even had she been dead but a short time, the floor would have been deluged with the blood gushing from so many and such serious injuries. But the effusion was slight, so slight that I noticed at once, and came to the conclusions mentioned before I found the mark of the stab that occasioned death. I see, I see, and was that the reason you called in two neighboring physicians to view the body

before it was removed from the house? Yes, sir, in so important a matter I wish to have my judgment confirmed. And these physicians were, Dr. Campbell of 110 East Street, and Dr. Jacobs, of Lexington Avenue. Are these gentlemen here, inquired the coroner, of an officer who stood near? They are, sir. Very well, we will now proceed to ask one or two more questions of this witness. You have told us that even had the woman been dead but a few minutes, when she received

these contusions, the floor would have been more or less deluged by her blood. What reason have you for this statement? this that in a few minutes let us say ten since that number has been used the body has not had time to cool nor have the blood vessels had sufficient opportunity to stiffen so as to prevent the free effusion of blood is a body still warm at ten minutes after death it is so that your conclusions were logical deductions from well-known facts certainly sir a pause of silence duration followed. When the coroner again proceeded, it was to remark, the case is complicated by these discoveries, but we must not allow ourselves to be daunted by them. Let me ask you, if you had found any marks upon this body which might aid in its identification. One, a slight scar on the left ankle. What kind of a scar, describe it. It was such as a burn might leave,

In shape it was long and narrow, and it ran up the limb from the ankle bone. Was it on the right foot? No, on the left. Did you call the attention of anyone to this mark during or after your examination? Yes, I showed it to Mr. Grice, the detective, and to my two co-adgetters, and I spoke of it to Mr. Howard Van Burnum, son of the gentleman in whose house the body was found. it was the first time this young gentleman's name had been mentioned and it made my blood run cold to see how many side-long looks and expressive shrugs it caused in the motley assemblage but i had no time for sentiment the inquiry was growing too interesting

and why asked the coroner did you mention it to this young man in preference to others because mr gryce requested me to-because because the family's the family's as well as the young man himself had evinced some apprehension lest the deceased might prove to be his missing wife and this seemed a likely way to settle the question and did it did he acknowledge it to be a mark he remembered to have seen on his wife he said she had such a scar but he would not acknowledge the deceased to be his wife did he see the scar no he would not look at it did you invite him to i did but he showed no curiosity doubtless thinking that silence would best emphasize this fact which certainly was an astonishing one the coroner waited a minute but there was no silence an indescribable murmur from a great many lips filled up the gap i felt a movement of pity for this proud family whose good name was thus threatened in the person of this young gentleman doctor continued the coroner as soon as the murmur had subsided did you notice the color of the woman's hair it was light brown did you sever a lock have you a sample of this hair here to show us I have, sir. At Mr. Grice's suggestion, I cut off two small locks, one I gave him and the other I brought here. Let me see it. The doctor passed it up, and in sight of everyone present, the coroner tied a string around it and attached a ticket to it. This is to prevent all mistake, explained

this very methodical functionary, laying the lock aside on the table in front of him. Then he turned again to the witness. Doctor, we are indebted to you for your valuable testimony, and as you are a busy man, we will now excuse you. Let Dr. Jacobs be called. As this gentleman, as well as the witness who followed him, merely corroborated the statements of the other, and made it an accepted fact that the shelves had fallen upon the body of the girl sometime after the first wound had been inflicted, I will not attempt to repeat their

testimony. The question now agitating me was whether they would endeavor to fix the time at which the shelves fell by the evidence furnished by the clock. End of Chapter 9. Chapter 10. Important Evidently not, for the next words I heard were, Miss Amelia Butterworth. I had not expected to be called so soon, and was somewhat flustered by the suddenness of the summons, for I am only human. But I rose with suitable composure, and passed to the place indicated by the coroner, in my usual straightforward manner, heightened only by a sense of the importance of my position,

both as a witness and a woman whom the once famous Mr. Grice had taken more or less into his confidence. My appearance seemed to awaken an interest for which I was not prepared. I was just thinking how well my name had sounded, uttered in the sonorous tones of the coroner, and how grateful I ought to be for the courage I had displayed, in substituting the genteel name of Amelia, for the weak and sentimental one of Ereminta, when I became conscious that the eyes directed towards me were filled with an expression not easy to understand. I should not like to call it admiration, and I will not call it amusement, and yet it seemed to be made up of both.

While I was puzzling myself over it, the first question came. As my examination before the coroner only brought out the facts already related, I will not burden you with a detailed account of it. One portion alone may be of interest. I was being questioned in regard to the appearance of the couple I had seen entering the Van Burnham Mansion, when the coroner asked if the young woman's step was light, or if it betrayed hesitation. I replied, No hesitation. She moved quickly, almost gaily. And he? Was more moderate, but there was no signification in that. He may have been older. No theories, Miss Butterworth. It is facts we are after. Now do you know that he was older? No, sir. Did you get any ideas?

as to his age. The impression he made was that of being a young man, and his height was medium, and his figure was slight and elegant. He moved as a gentleman moves, and of this I can speak with great positiveness. Do you think you could identify him, Miss Butterworth, if you should see him? I hesitated as I perceived that the whole swaying mass eagerly awaited my reply. I even turned my head because I saw others doing so, but I regretted this when I found that I, as well as others, was glancing towards the door beyond which the Van Burnums were supposed to sit. To cover up the false move I had made, for I had no wish yet to center suspicions upon anybody, I turned my face quickly back to the crowd and declared in as emphatic a tone as I could

command. I have thought I could do so if I saw him under the same circumstances as those in which my first impression was made. But lately, I have begun to doubt even that. I should never dare to trust to my memory in this regard. The coroner looked disappointed, and so did the people around me. It is a pity, remarked the coroner, that you did not see more plainly, and now how did these persons gain an entrance into the house. I answered in the most succinct way possible. I told them how he had used a door-key in entering, of the length of time the man stayed inside, and of his appearance on going away. I also related how I came to call a policeman to investigate the matter the next day, and corroborated the statements of this official as to the appearance of the deceased at the time of

discovery. And there my examination stopped. I was not asked any questions, tending to bring out the cause of the suspicion I entertained against the scrubwoman, nor were the discoveries I had made in conjunction with Mr. Grice inquired into. It was just as well, perhaps, but I would never approve of a piece of work done for me in this slipshod fashion. A recess now followed. Why it was thought necessary I cannot imagine, unless the gentleman wished to smoke. Had they felt as much interest in this murder as I did, they would not have wanted bite or sup until the dreadful question was settled. There being a recess, I improved the opportunity by going into the restaurant nearby

where one can get very good buns and coffee at a reasonable price. But I could have done without them. The next witness to my astonishment was Mr. Graeme. As he stepped forward, heads were craned, and many women rose in their seats to get a glimpse of the noted detective. I showed no curiosity myself, for by this time I knew his features well, but I did feel a great satisfaction in seeing him before the coroner. For now, thought I, we shall hear something worth our attention. But his examination, though interesting, was not complete. The coroner remembered his promise to him.

to show us the other end of the steel point which had been broken off in the dead girl's brain limited himself to such inquiries as brought out the discovery of the broken hat-pin in mr van bernam's parlor register no mention was made by the witness of any assistance which he may have received in making this discovery a fact which caused me to smile men are so jealous of any interference in their affairs the end found in the register and the end which the coroner's physician had drawn from the poor woman's head were both handed to the jury and it was interesting to note how each man made his little effort to fit the two ends together and the looks they interchanged as they found themselves successful without doubt and in the eyes of all the instrument of death had been found but what an instrument the felt hat which had been discovered under the body was now produced and the one hole made by a similar pin examined then mr gryce was asked if any other pin had been picked up on the floor of the room and he replied no and the fact was established in the minds of all present that the young woman had been killed by a pin taken from her own hat a subtle and cruel crime the work of calculating intellect was the coroner's comment as he allowed the detective to sit down which expression of opinion i thought reprehensible as tending to prejudice the jury against the only person at present suspected the inquiry now took a turn the name of miss ferguson was called who was miss ferguson it was a new name to most of us and her face was a name to most of us and her face was a name to her face was a name for her own name to her face was a name for her when she rose only added to the general curiosity. It was the plainest face imaginable,

yet it was neither a bad nor an intelligent one. As I studied it and noted the nervous contraction that disfigured her lip, I could not but be sensible of my blessings. I am not handsome myself, though there have been persons who've called me so, but neither am I ugly. And in contrast to this woman, well, I will say nothing. I only know that after seeing her, I felt profoundly grateful to a kind providence. As for the poor woman herself, she knew she was no beauty, but she had become so accustomed to seeing the eyes of other people turn away from her face, that beyond the nervous twitching of which I have spoken, she showed no feeling. What is your full name and where do you live? asked the coroner.

My name is Susan Ferguson, and I live in Haddam, Connecticut, was her reply, uttered in such soft and beautiful tones that everyone was astonished. It was like a stream of limpid water flowing from a most unsightly-looking rock. Excuse the metaphor,

I do not often indulge. Do you keep boarders? I do, a few, sir, such as my house will accommodate. whom have you had with you this summer i knew what her answer would be before she uttered it so did a hundred others but they showed their knowledge in different ways i did not show mine at all i have had with me said she a mr and mrs van bernam from new york mr howard van bernam is his full name if you wish me to be explicit any one else a mr hull also from new york and a young couple from hartford my house accommodates no more how long have the first mentioned couple been with you three months they came in june are they with you still virtually sir they have not moved their trunks but neither of them is in hadham at present mrs van bernam came to new york last monday morning and in the afternoon her husband also left presumably for new york i have seen nothing of either of them since

it was on tuesday night the murder occurred did either of them take a trunk no sir a hand-bag yes mrs van bernam carried a bag but it was a very small one large enough to hold a dress oh no sir and mr van bernam he carried an umbrella i saw nothing else why did they not leave together did you hear any one say yes i heard them say mrs van bernam came against her husband's wishes he did not want her to leave hatham but she would and he was none too pleased at it indeed they had words about it and as both our rooms overlooked the same veranda i could not help hearing some of their talk will you tell us what you heard it does not seem right thus this honest woman spoke but if it's the law i must not go against it i heard him say these words i have changed my mind louise the more i think of it the more disinclined i am to have you meddle in the matter besides it will do no good you will only add to the prejudice against you and our life will become more unbearable than it is now of what were they speaking i do not know and what did she reply oh she uttered a torrent of words that had less sense in them than feeling she wanted to go she would go she had not changed her mind and considered that her impulses were as well worth following as his cool judgment she was not happy and never had been happy and meant there should be a change even if it were for the worse but she did not believe it would be for the worse was she not pretty was she not very pretty when it was she not very pretty when it were for the worse but she did not believe it would be for the worse was she not pretty when

in distress and looking up thus, and I heard her fall on her knees, a movement which called out a grunt from her husband, but whether this was of an expression of approval or disapproval, I cannot say. A silence followed, during which I caught the sound of his steady tramping up and down the room. Then she spoke again in a petulant way. It may seem foolish to you, she cried, knowing me as you do, and being used to seeing me in all. my moods, but to him it will be a surprise, and I will so manage it that it will effect all we want, and more too, perhaps. I, I have a genius for some things, Howard, and my better angel tells me I shall succeed. And what did he reply to that? That the name of her better angel was vanity,

that his father would see through her blandishments, that he forbade her to prosecute her schemes, and much more to the same effect, to all of which she answered by a vigorous stamp of her foot, and the declaration that she was going to do what she thought best, in spite of all opposition, that it was a lover and not a tyrant that she had married, and that if he did not know what was good for himself, she did, and that when he received an intimation from his father that the breach in the family was closed, then he would acknowledge that if she had no fortune and no connections she had at least a plentiful supply of wit upon which he remarked a poor qualification when it verges upon folly which seemed to close the conversation for i heard no more till the sound of her skirts rustling past my door assured me she had carried her point and was leaving the house this was not done without great discomfiture to her husband if one may judge from the few brief but emphatic words that escaped him before he closed his own door and followed her down the hall

do you remember those words they were swear words sir i am sorry to say it but he certainly cursed her and his own folly yet i always thought he loved her did you see her after she passed your door yes sir on the walker outside. Was she then on the way to the train? Yes, sir. Carrying the bag of which you have spoken? Yes, sir. Another proof of the state of feeling between them, for he was very considerate in his treatment of ladies, and I never saw him do anything ungallant before. You say you watched her as she went down the walk? Yes, sir, it is human nature, sir, I have no other excuse to offer. it was an apology i myself might have made i conceived a liking for this homely matter-of-fact woman did you note her dress yes sir that is human nature also or rather woman's nature particularly madam so that you can describe it to the jury before you i think so will you then be good enough to tell us what sort of a dress mrs van bernam wore when she left your house for the city it was black and white plaid silk very rich why what did this mean we had all expected a very different description it was made fashionably and the sleeves well it's impossible to describe the sleeves she wore no wrap

which seemed foolish to me for we have had very sudden changes sometimes in september a plaid dress and did you notice her hat oh i have seen the hat often it was of every conceivable color it would have been called bad taste at one time but nowadays the pause was significant more than one man in the room chuckled but the women kept a discreet silence would you know that hat if you saw it i should think i would the emphasis was that of a countrywoman and amused some people notwithstanding the melodious tones in which it was uttered but it did not amuse me my thoughts had flown to the hat which mr gryce had found in the third room of mr van bernam's house and which was of every colour of the rainbow the coroner asked two other questions one in regards to the gloves worn by mrs van bernam's house and which was of every colour of the rainbow the coroner asked two other questions one in regards to the gloves worn by mrs van bernum and the other in regard to her shoes. To the first Miss Ferguson replied that she did not notice her gloves, and to the other that Mrs. Van Burnham was very fashionable, and as pointed shoes were in fashion, in cities at least,

she probably wore pointed shoes. The discovery that Mrs. Van Burnham had been differently dressed on that day from the young woman found dead in the Van Burnham parlors, had acted as a shock upon most of the same. spectators. They were just beginning to recover from it when Miss Ferguson sat down. The coroner was the only one who had not seemed at a loss. Why, we were soon destined to know. End of Chapter 10. Chapter 11 of That Affair Next Door. This is a Librevox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org.

recording to-day by don larson in minnesota that affair next door by anna k green chapter eleven the order clerk a lady well known in new york society was the next person summoned she was a friend of the van bernam family and had known howard from childhood she had not liked his marriage indeed she rather participated in the family feeling against it but when young mrs van bernam came to her house on the preceding monday and begged the privilege of remaining with her for one night, she had not had the heart to refuse her. Mrs. Van Burnham had therefore slept in her house on Monday night. Questioned in regard to that lady's appearance and manner, she answered that her guest was unnaturally cheerful, laughing much, and showing a great vivacity, that she gave no reason for her good spirit, nor did she mention her own affairs in any way, rather took pains not to do so. how long did she stay till the next morning and how was she dressed just as miss ferguson has described did she bring her handbag to your house yes and left it there we found it in her room after she was gone

indeed and how do you account for that she was preoccupied i saw it in her cheerfulness which was forced and not always well-timed and where is that bag now mr van bernam has it we kept it for a day and as she did not call for it sent it down to the office on wednesday morning before you had heard of the murder oh yes before i had heard anything about the murder as she was your guest you probably accompanied her to the door i did sir did you notice her hands can you say what was the color of her gloves i do not think she wore any gloves on leaving it was very warm and she held them in her hand i remember this for i noticed the sparkle of her rings as she turned to say good-bye ah you saw her rings distinctly so that when she left you she was dressed in a black and white plaid silk had a large hat covered with flowers on her head and wore rings yes sir and with these words ringing in the ears of the jury the witness sat down what was coming something important or the coroner would not look so satisfied or the faces of the officials about him so expectant i waited with great but subdued eagerness for the testimony of the next witness who is a young man by the name of calahan i don't like young men in general they are either over-swove and polite as if they condescended to remember that you are elderly and that it is their duty to make you forget it or else they are pert and shallow and disgust you with their egotism but this young man looked sensible and businesslike and i took to him at once though what connection he could have with this affair i could not imagine

his first words however settled all questions as to his personality he was the order clerk at altman's as he acknowledged this i seemed to have some faint premonition of what was coming perhaps i had not been without some vague idea of the truth ever since i had put my mind to work on this matter perhaps my wits only received their real spur then but certainly i knew what he was going to say as soon as he opened his lips which gave me quite a good opinion of myself whether rightfully or not i leave you to judge his evidence was short but very much to the point on the seventeenth of september as could be verified by the books the firm had received an order for a woman's complete outfit to be sent c o d to mrs james pope at the hotel d on broadway sizes and measures and some particulars were stated and as the order bore the words in haste underlined upon it several clerks had assisted him in filling the order which when filled had been sent by special messenger to the place designated had he this order with him he had and could he identify the articles sent to fill it he could at which the coroner motioned to an officer and a pile of clothing was brought forward from some mysterious corner and laid before the witness immediately expectation rose to a high pitch for every one recognized or thought they did the apparel which had been taken from the victim the young man who was of the alert nervous type took up the articles one by one and examined them closely as he did so the whole assembled crowds surged forward and lightning-like glances from a hundred eyes followed his every movement and expression

are they the same inquired the coroner the witness did not hesitate with one quick glance at the blue serge dress black cape and battered hat he answered in a firm tone they are and a clue was given at last to the dreadful mystery absorbing us the deep-drawn sigh which swept through the room testified to the universal satisfaction then our attention became fixed again for the coroner pointing to the undergarments accompanying the articles already mentioned demanded if they had been included in the order there was as little hesitation in the reply given to this question as to the former he recognized each piece as having come from his establishment you will note said he that they have never been washed and that the pencil marks are still on them very good observed the coroner and you will note that one article there is torn down the back was it in that condition when sent it was not sir all were in perfect order most assuredly sir very good again the jury will take cognizance of this fact which may be useful to them in their future conclusions and now mr callahan do you notice anything lacking here from the list of articles forwarded by you no sir yet there is one very necessary adjunct to a woman's outfit which is not to be found here yes sir the shoes but i am not surprised at that we send shoes but they were not set up to be found here we sent shoes but they were not set and they were returned ah i see officer show the witness the shoes that were taken from the deceased this was done and when mr callahan had examined them the coroner inquired if they came from his store he replied no whereupon they were held up to the jury and attention called to the fact that while rather new than old they gave signs of having been worn more than once which was not true of anything else taken from the victim

this matter settled the coroner proceeded with his questions who carried the articles ordered to the address given a man in our employ named clap did he bring back the amount of the bill yes sir less the five dollars charged for the shoes what was the amount may i ask here is our cash-book sir the amount received from mrs james pope hotel d on the seventeenth of september is as you see seventy-five dollars and fifty-eight cents let the jury see the book also the order they were both handed to the jury and if ever i wished myself in any one's shoes save my own very substantial ones it was at that moment i did so want to peep at that order it seemed to interest the jury also for their heads drew together very eagerly over it and some whispers and a few knowing looks passed between them finally one of them spoke it is written in a very odd hand do you call this a woman's writing or a man's i have no opinion to give on the subject rejoined the witness it is intelligible writing and that is all that comes within my province the twelve men shifted on their seats and surveyed the coroner eagerly why did he not proceed evidently he was not quick enough to suit them have you any further questions for this witness asked that gentleman after a short delay their nervousness increased but no one ventured to follow the coroner's suggestion a poor lot i call them a very poor lot i would have found plenty of questions to put to him i expected to see the man clap called next but i was disappointed in this the name uttered was henshaw and the person who rose in answer to it was a tall burly man with a shock of curly black hair

he was the clerk of the hotel d and we all forgot clap in our eagerness to hear what this man had to say his testimony amounted to this that a person by the name of pope was registered on his books that she came to his house on the seventeenth of september some time near noon that she was not alone that a person she called her husband accompanied her and that they had been given a room at her request on the second floor overlooking broadway Did you see the husband? Was it his handwriting we see in your register? No, sir. He came into the office, but he did not approach the desk. It was she who registered for them both, and who did all the business, in fact.

I thought it queer, but took it for granted he was ill, for he held his head very much down and acted as if he felt disturbed or anxious. Did you notice him closely? Would you be able to identify him on site? No, sir, I should not. He looked like a hundred other men I see every day, medium in height and build, with brown hair and brown mustache. Not noticeable in any way, sir, except for his hang-dog air and evident desire not to be noticed. But you saw him later? No, sir, after he went to his room,

he stayed there, and no one saw him. I did not even see him when he left the house. His wife paid the bill and he did not come into the office but you saw her well you would know her again perhaps sir but i doubt it she wore a thick veil when she came in and though i might remember her voice i have no recollection of her features for i did not see them you can give a description of her dress though surely you must have looked long enough at a woman who wrote her own and her husband's name in your register for you to remember her clothes yes for they were very simple she had on what is called a gossamer which covered her from neck to toe and on her head a hat wrapped all about with a blue veil so that she might have worn any dress under that gossamer yes sir and any hat under that veil any one that was large enough sir very good now did you see her hands not to remember them did she have gloves on i cannot say i did not stand and watch her sir that is a pity but you say you heard her voice yes sir was it a lady's voice was her tone refined and her language good they were sir when did they leave how long did they remain in your house they left in the evening after tea i should say how on foot or in a carriage in a carriage one of the hacks that stand in front of the door did they bring any baggage with them no sir did they take any away the lady carried a parcel what kind of parcel a brown paper parcel like clothing done up

and the gentleman i did not see him was she dressed in the same in going as in coming to all appearance except her hat that was smaller she had the gossamer on still then yes sir and a veil yes sir only that the hat it covered was smaller yes sir and now how did you account to yourself for the parcel and the change of hat i didn't account for them i didn't think anything about them at the time but since i have had the subject brought to my mind i find it easy enough she had a package delivered to her while she was in our house or rather packages they were quite numerous i believe can you recall the circumstances of their delivery yes sir the man who brought the packages said that they had not been paid for so i allowed him to carry them to mrs james pope's room when he went away he had but one small parcel with him the rest he had left and this is all you can tell us about this singular couple had they no meals in your house no sir the gentleman or i suppose i should say the lady sir for the order was given in her voice sent for two dozen oysters and a bottle of ale which were furnished to them in their rooms but they didn't come to the dining-room is the boy here who carried up those articles he is sir and the chambermaid who attended their rooms yes sir then you may answer this question and we will excuse you how was the gentleman dressed when you saw him in a linen duster and a felt hat let the jury remember that and now let us hear from richard clap is richard clap in the room i am sir answered a cheery voice and a lively and a lively and let us hear from richard clap is richard clap in the room i am sir answered a cheery voice and a lively young man with a shrewd eye and a wide-awake manner popped up from behind a portly woman on a side seat and rapidly came forward.

He was asked several questions before the leading one which we all expected, but I will not record them here. The question which brought the reply most eagerly anticipated was this. Do you remember being sent to the Hotel D with several packages for a Mrs. James Pope? "'I do, sir. Did you deliver them in person? Did you see the lady?' A peculiar look crossed his face, and we all leaned forward, but his answer brought a shock of disappointment with it. No, I didn't, sir. She wouldn't let me in. She bade me lay the things down by the door and wait in the rear hall till she called me. "'And you did this?' "'Yes, sir. But you kept your eye on the door, of course.'

naturally sir and saw a hand steal out and take in the things a woman's hand no a man's i saw the white cuff and how long was it before they called you fifteen minutes i should say i heard a voice cry here and seeing their door open i went toward it but by the time i reached it it was shut again and i only heard the lady say that all the articles but the shoes were satisfied and would I thrust the bill in under the door. I did so, and they were some minutes counting out the change, but presently the door opened slightly, and I saw a man's hand holding out the money, which was correct to the scent. You need not receipt the bill, cried the lady from somewhere in the room. Give him the shoes and let him go. So I received the shoes in the same mysterious way I had the money, and seeing no reason for waiting longer, pocketed the bills and returned to the store. Has the jury any further questions to ask the witness? Of course not.

They were ninnies, all of them, and— But contrary to my expectation, one of them did perk up courage, and wriggling very much on his seat, ventured to ask if the cuff he had seen on the man's hand, when it was thrust through the doorway, had a button in it. The answer was disappointing. the witness had not noticed any. The juror, somewhat abashed, sank into silence,

at which another of the precious twelve, inspired no doubt by the other's example, blurted out, Then what was the color of the coat-sleeve? You surely can remember that. But another disappointment awaited us. He did not wear any coat. It was a shirt-sleeve I saw.

A shirt-sleeve, there was no clue in that. A visible look of dejection spread through the room, which was not dissipated till another witness stood up. This time it was the bell-boy of the hotel who had been on duty that day. His testimony was brief and added but little to the general knowledge. He had been summoned more than once by these mysterious parties, but only to receive his orders through a closed door. He had not entered the room at all. He was followed by the chambermaid, who testified that she was in the room once while they were there, that she saw them both then, but did not catch a glimpse of their faces.

Mr. Pope was standing in the window almost entirely shielded by the curtains, and Mrs. Pope was busy hanging up something in the wardrobe. The gentleman had on his duster and the lady her gossamer. It was but a few minutes after their arrival. questioned in regard to the state of the room after they left she said that there was a lot of brown paper lying about marked b altman but nothing else that did not belong there not a tag nor a hat-pin nor a bit of memorandum lying on bureau or table nothing sir so far as i mind i wasn't on the lookout for anything sir they were a queer couple but we have lots of queer couples at our house and the most i notices sir is those what remember the chambermaid and those what don't this couple was of the kind what don't did you sweep the room after their departure i always does they went late so i swept the room the next morning and threw the sweepings away of course of course would you have me keep them for treasures

it might have been well if you had muttered the coroner the comings from the lady's hair might have been very useful in establishing her identity the porter who has charge of the lady's entrance was the last witness from this house he had been on duty on the evening in question and had noticed this couple of the poor one of the lady's entrance was the last witness from this house he had been on duty on the evening in question and had noticed this couple leaving. They both carried packages and had attracted his attention, first by the long, old-fashioned duster which the gentleman wore, and secondly, by the pains they both took not to be observed by anyone. The woman was veiled, as had already been said, and the man held his package in such a way as to shield his face entirely from observation. So that you would not know him if you saw him again, asked the coroner. Exactly, sir, was the uncompromising answer. As he sat down, the coroner observed,

you will note from this testimony, gentlemen, that this couple signing themselves Mr. and Mrs. James Pope of Philadelphia, left this house dressed each in a long garment, eminently fitted for purposes of concealment, he in a linen duster, and she in a gossamer. Let us now follow this couple a little farther, and see what became of these disguising articles of apparel.

Is Seth Brown here? A man who was so evidently a hackman, that it seemed superfluous to ask him what his occupation was, shuffled forward at this. It was in his hack that this couple had left the D. He remembered them very well, as he had good reason to, first because the man paid him before entering the carriage, saying that he was to let them out at the north of,

west corner of madison square and secondly but here the coroner interrupted him to ask if he had seen the gentleman's face when he paid him the answer was as might have been expected no it was dark and he did not turn his head didn't you think it queer to be paid before you reached your destination yes but the rest was queerer after i had taken the money hein never refuses money sir and was expecting him to get into the hack he steps up to me again and says in a lower tone than before my wife is very nervous drives slow if you please and when you reach the place i have named watch your horses carefully for if they should move while she is getting out the shock would throw her into a spasm as she had looked very pert and lively i thought this mighty queer and i tried to get a peep at his face but he was too smart for me and was in the carriage before i could clap my eye in the carriage before i could clap my eye in my eye and he was too smart for me and was in the carriage before i could clap my eye on my eye and he was in the carriage before i could clap my eye and i thought this mighty on him but you were more fortunate when they got out you surely saw one or both of them then no sir i didn't i had to watch the horse's heads you know i shouldn't like to be the cause of a young lady having a spasm do you know in what direction they went east i should say i heard them laughing long after i had whipped up my horses a queer couple sir that puzzled me some though i should not have thought of them twice if i had I had not found next day. Well, the gentleman's linen duster and the neat brown gossamer which the lady had worn, lying folded under the two back cushions of my hack, a present for which I was very much obliged to them, but which I was not long allowed to enjoy, for yesterday the police.

Well, well, no matter about that. Here is a duster, and here is a brown gossamer. Are these the articles you found under your cushions? if you will examine the neck of the ladies gossamer you can soon tell sir there was a small hole in the one i found as if something had been snipped out of it the owner's name most likely or the name of the place where it was bought suggested the coroner holding the garment up to view so as to reveal a square hole under the collar that's it cried the hackman that's the very one shame i say to spoil a new garment that way why do you call it new asked the coroner because it hasn't a mud spot or even a mark of dust upon it we looked it all over my wife and i and decided it had not been long off the shelf a pretty good hall for a poor man like me and if the police but here he was cut short again by an important question there is a clock but a short distance from the place where you stopped did you notice what time it was when you drove away yes sir i don't know why i remember it but i do as i turned to go back to the hotel i looked up at this clock it was half past eleven end of chapter eleven chapter twelve the keys we were all by this time greatly interested in the proceedings and when another hackman was called we recognized at once that an effort was about to be made to connect this couple with the one who had alighted at mr van bernam's door

the witness who was a melancholy chap kept his stand on the east side of the square at about twenty minutes to twelve he was awakened from a nap he had been taking on the top of his coach by a sharp rap on his whip-arm and looking down he saw a lady and gentleman standing at the door of his vehicle we want to go to gramercy park said the lady drive us there at once i nodded for what is the use of wasting words when it can be avoided and they stepped at once into the coach can you describe them tell us how they looked i never noticed people besides it was dark but he had a swell air and she was pert and mary for she laughed as she closed the door. Can't you remember how they were dressed? No, sir, she had on something that flapped about her shoulders, and he had a dark hat on his head, but that was all I saw. Didn't you see his face?

Not a bit of it, he kept it turned away. He didn't want nobody looking at him. She did all the business. Then you saw her face? Yes, for a minute, but I wouldn't know it again. she was young and purdy, and her hand which dropped the money into mine was small, but I couldn't say no more, not if you was to give me the town. Did you know that the house you stopped at was Mr. Van Burnum's, and that it was supposed to be empty?

No, sir, I'm not one of the swell ones. My acquaintances live in another part of the town. But you notice that the house was dark? I may have, I don't know. And that is all you have to tell us a place. them no sir the next morning which was yesterday sir as i was a dust and out the coach i found under the cushions a large blue veil folded and lying very flat but it had been slit with a knife and could not be worn this was strange too and while more than one person about me ventured an opinion i muttered to myself james pope his mark astonished at a coincidence which so completely connected the occupants of the two coaches but the coroner was able to produce a witness whose evidence carried the matter on still farther a policeman in full uniform testified next and after explaining that his beat led him from madison avenue to third on twenty seventh street went on to say that as he was coming up this street on tuesday evening some few minutes before midnight he encountered somewhere between lexington avenue in third a man and woman walking

walking rapidly towards the latter avenue each carrying a parcel of some dimensions that he noted them because they seemed so merry but would have thought nothing of it if he had not presently perceived them coming back without the parcels they were chatting more gaily than ever the lady wore a short cape and the gentleman a dark coat but he could give no other description of their appearance for they went by rapidly and he was more interested in wonder what they had done with such large parcels in such a short time at that hour of night than in noting how they looked or whither they were going he did observe however that they proceeded towards madison square and remembers now that he heard a carriage suddenly drive away from that direction the coroner asked him but one question had the lady no parcel when you saw her last i saw none could she not have carried one under her cape perhaps if it was small enough as small as a lady's hat say well it would have to be smaller than some of them are now sir and so terminated this portion of the inquiry a short delay followed the withdrawal of this witness the coroner who was a somewhat portly man and who had felt the heat of the day very much leaned back and looked anxious while the jury always restless moved in their seats like a setting of schoolboys and seemed to long for the hour of adjournment, notwithstanding the interest which everybody but themselves seemed to take in this exciting investigation. Finally, an officer who had been sent

into the adjoining room came back with a gentleman, who was no sooner recognized as Mr. Franklin van Burnham than a great change took place in the countenances of all present. The coroner sat forward and dropped the large calmly fan he had been industriously using for the last few minutes. The jury settled down, and the whispering of the many curious ones about me grew less audible and finally ceased altogether. A gentleman of the family was about to be interrogated, and such a gentleman. I have purposely refrained from describing this best-known and best-reputed member of the Van Burenham family, foreseeing this hour when he would attract the attention, and

of a hundred eyes, and when his appearance would require our special notice. I will therefore endeavor to picture him to you as he looked on this memorable morning, with just the simple warning that you must not expect me to see with the eyes of a young girl, or even with those of a fashionable society woman. I know a man when I see him, and I had always regarded Mr. Franklin as an exceptionally fine-looking and prepossessing gentlemen. But I shall not go into raptures as I heard a girl behind me doing, nor do I feel like acknowledging him as a paragon of all virtues, as Mrs. Cunningham did that evening in my parlor. He is a medium-sized man, with a shape not unlike his brothers. His hair is dark and so are his eyes,

but his mustache is brown and his complexion quite fair. He carries himself with distinction, and though his countenance in repose has a precise air that is not perfectly agreeable it has when he speaks or smiles an expression at once keen and amiable on this occasion he failed to smile and though his elegance was sufficiently apparent his worth was not so much so yet the impression generally made was favourable as one could perceive from the error of respect with which his testimony was so received. He was asked many questions, some were germane to the matter in hand, and some seemed to strike wide of all mark. He answered them all courteously, showing a manly composure in doing so, that served to calm the fever heat into which many had been thrown, by the stories of the two hackmen. But as his evidence up to this point related merely to minor concerns, this was neither strange nor conclusive.

The real test began when the coroner with a certain bluster, which may have been meant to attract the attention of the jury, now visibly waning, or, as was more likely, may have been the unconscious expression of a secret, if hitherto well-concealed, embarrassment, asked the witness whether the keys to his father's front door had any duplicates.

The answer came in a decided, changed tone. No, the key used by our agent opens the basement door only. The coroner showed his satisfaction. No duplicates, he repeated, then you will have no difficulty in telling us where the keys to your father's front door were kept during the family's absence. Did the young man hesitate, or was it but imagination on my part? They were usually in my possession. Usually. There was irony in that tone, evidently the coroner was getting the better of his embarrassment, if he had felt any. And where were they on the 17th of this month? Were they in your possession then? No, sir, the young man tried to look calm and at his ease, but the difficulty he felt in doing

so was apparent. On the morning of that day, he continued, I passed them over to my brother. Ah, here was something tangible as well as important. I began to fear the police understood themselves only too well, and so did the whole crowd of persons there assembled. A groan in one direction was answered by a sigh in another, and it needed all the coroner's authority to prevent an outbreak. Meanwhile, Mr. Van Bernam stood erect and unwavering, though his eye showed the suffering which these demonstrations

awakened. He did not turn in the direction of the room, where we felt sure his family was gathered, but it was evident that his thoughts did, and that most painfully. The coroner, on the contrary, showed little or no feelings. He had brought the investigation up to this critical point, and felt fully competent to carry it further. May I ask, said he, where the transference of these keys took place? I gave them to him in our office last Tuesday morning. He said he might want to go into the house before his father came home. Did he say why he wanted to go into the house? No. Was he in the habit of going into it alone and during the family's absence? No. Had he any clothing there or any articles belonging to himself or his wife, which he would be likely to wish to

carry away. No, yet he wanted to go in. He said so. And you gave him the keys without question? Certainly, sir. Was that not opposed to your usual principles, to your way of doing things, I should say? Perhaps, but principles, by which I suppose you mean my usual business methods, do not govern me in my relations with my brother. He asked me a favor, and I granted it. It would have to have to, have been a much larger one for me to have asked an explanation from him before doing so. Yet you are not on good terms with your brother. At least you have not had the name of being for some time. We have had no quarrel. Did he return the keys you lent him? No. Have you seen them since? No. Would you know them if they were shown you? I would know them if they

unlocked our front door but you would not know them on sight i don't think so mr van bernam it is disagreeable for me to go into family matters but if you have had no quarrel with your brother how comes it that you and he have had so little intercourse of late he has been in connecticut and i at long branch is not that a good answer sir good but not good enough you have a common office in new york have you not certainly the firm's office and you sometimes meet there even while residing in different localities yes our business calls us in at times and then we meet of course do you talk when you meet talk of other matters besides business i mean are your relations friendly do you show the same spirit towards each other as you did three years ago say we are older perhaps we are not quite so voluble but do you feel the same no i see you will have it and so i will no longer hold back the truth we are not as brotherly in our intercourse as we used to be but there is no animosity between us i have a decided regard for my brother this was said quite nobly and i liked him for it but i began to feel that perhaps it had been for the best after all that i had never been intimate with the family but i must not forestall either events or my opinions is there any reason it is the coroner of course who is speaking why there should be any falling off in your mutual confidence has your brother done anything to displease you we did not like his marriage was it an unhappy one it was not a suitable one did you know mrs van bernam well that you say this yes i knew her but the rest of the family did not yet they shared in your disapprobation they felt the marriage more than i did the lady excuse me i never like to speak ill of the sex was not lacking in good sense or virtue but she was not the person we had a right to expect howard to marry

and you let him see that you thought so how could we do otherwise even after she had been his wife for some months we could not like her did your brother i am sorry to press this matter ever show that he felt your change of conduct towards him i find it equally hard to answer was the quick reply my brother is of an affectionate nature and he has some if not all of the family's pride i think he did feel it though he never said so he is not without loyalty to his wife mr van bernam of whom does the firm doing business under the name of van bernam's sons consist of the three persons mentioned no others no has there ever been in your hearing any threat made by the senior partner of dissolving this firm as it stands i have heard i felt sorry for this strong but far from heartless man but i would not have stopped the inquiry at this point if i could have stopped the inquiry at this point if i could I was far too curious. I have heard my father say that he would withdraw if Howard did not. Whether he would have done so, I consider open to doubt.

My father is a just man and never fails to do the right thing, though he sometimes speaks with unnecessary harshness. He made the threat, however? Yes. And Howard heard it? Or of it I cannot say which. Mr. Van Burnham, have you noticed any of any? change in your brother since this threat was uttered how sir what change in his treatment of his wife or in his attitude towards yourself i have not seen him in the company of his wife since they went to had him as for his conduct towards myself i can say no more than i have already we have never forgotten that we are children of one mother

mr van bernam how many times have you seen mrs howard van bernam several more frequently before they were married than since you were in your brother's confidence then at the time knew he was contemplating marriage it was in my endeavors to prevent the match that i saw so much of miss louise stapleton ah i am glad of the explanation i was just going to inquire why you of all members of the family were the only one to know your brother's wife by sight the witness considering this question answered made no reply but the next suggestion could not be passed over if you saw mrs van bernam so often you are acquainted with her personal appearance sufficiently so as well as i know that of my ordinary calling acquaintance was she light or dark she had brown hair similar to this the lock held up was the one which had been cut from the head of the dead girl yes somewhat similar to that the tone was cold but he could not hide his distress stress. Mr. Van Burnham, have you looked well at the woman who was found murdered in your father's house? I have, sir. Is there anything in her general outline or in such features as have escaped disfigurement to remind you of Mrs. Howard Van Burnham? I may have thought so at first glance,

he replied with decided effort. And did you change your mind at the second? He looked troubled, but answered firmly, No, I cannot say that I did, but you must not regard my opinion as conclusive, he hastily added. My knowledge of the lady was comparatively slight. The jury will take that into account. All we want to know now is whether you can assert from any knowledge you have or from anything to be noted in the body itself,

that it is not Mrs. Howard Van Burnham. I cannot. And with this solemn assertion his examination closed. The remainder of the day was taken up in trying to prove a similarity between Mrs. Van Burnum's handwriting and that of Mrs. James Pope as seen in the register of the Hotel D, and on the order sent to Altman's. But the only conclusion reached was that the latter might be the former disguised, and even on this point the experts differed. End of Chapter 12. Chapter 13 of That Affair Next Door.

This is a Libravox recording. All Libervox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording today by Don Larson in Minnesota. That Affair Next Door by Anna Kay Green. Chapter 13, Howard Van Burnham. the gentleman who stepped from the carriage and entered mr van bernam's house at twelve o'clock that night produced so little impression upon me that i went to bed satisfied that no result would follow these efforts at identification and so i told mr gryce when he arrived next morning but he seemed by no means disconcerted and merely requested that i would submit to one more trial to which i gave my consent and he departed

i could have asked him a string of questions but his manner did not invite them and for some reason i was too wary to show an interest in this tragedy superior to that felt by every right-thinking person connected with it at ten o'clock i was in my old seat in the court-room the same crowd with different faces confronted me amid which the twelve stolid countenances of the jury looked like old friends howard van bernam was the witness called and as he came forward and stood in full view of us all the interest of the occasion reached its climax his countenance wore a reckless look that did not serve to prepossess him with the people at whose mercy he stood but he did not seem to care and waited for the coroner's questions with an air of ease which was in direct contrast to the drawn and troubled faces of his father and brother just visible in the background coroner doll surveyed him a few minutes before speaking then he quietly asked if he had seen the dead body of the woman who had been found lying under a fallen piece of furniture in his father's house he replied that he had before she was removed from the house or after it after did you recognize it was it the body of any one you know i do not think so has your wife who was missing yesterday been heard from yet mr van bernam not to my knowledge sir had she not that is your wife a complexion similar to that of the dead woman just alluded to she had a fair skin and brown hair if that is what you mean but these attributes are common to too many women for me to give them any weight in an attempted identification of this importance had they no other similar points of a less general character was not your wife of a slight and graceful build such as is attributed to the subject of this inquiry

my wife was slight and she was graceful common attributes also and your wife had a scar yes on the left ankle yes which the deceased also has that i do not know they say so but i had no interest in looking why may i ask did you not think it a remarkable coincidence the young man frowned it was the first token of feeling he had given i was not on the lookout for coincidences was his cold reply i had no reason to think this unhappy victim of an unknown man's brutality my wife and so did not allow myself to be moved by even such a fact as this you had no reason repeated the coroner to think this woman your wife had you any reason to think she was not yes will you give us that reason i had more than one first my wife would never wear the clothes i saw on the girl whose dead body was shown to me secondly she would never go into any house alone with a man at the hour testified to by one of your witnesses not with any man I did not mean to include her husband in my remark, of course. But as I did not take her to Gramsci Park, the fact that the deceased woman entered an empty house accompanied by a man is proof enough to me that she was not Louise Van Burnham. When did you part with your wife?

On Monday morning at the depot in Haddam, did you know where she was going? I knew where she said she was going. And where was that, may I ask? To New York to interview my father. but your father was not in new york he was daily expected here the steamer on which he had sailed from southampton was due on tuesday had she an interest in seeing your father was there any special reason why she should leave you for doing so she thought so she thought he would become reconciled to her entrance into our family if he should see her suddenly and without prejudiced persons standing by And did you fear to mar the effect of this meeting if you accompanied her? No, for I doubted if the meeting would ever take place.

I had no sympathy with her schemes, and did not wish to give her the sanction of my presence. Was that the reason you let her go to New York alone? Yes. Had you no other? No. Why did you follow her then in less than five hours? Because I was uneasy, because I also wanted to see my father, because I am a man accustomed to carrying out every impulse, and impulse led me that day in the

direction of my somewhat headstrong wife. Did you know where your wife intended to spend the night? I did not. She has many friends, or at least I have, in the city, and I concluded she would go to one of them, as she did. When did you arrive in the city before ten o'clock? Yes, a few minutes before. Did you try to find your wife? No, I went directly to the club. Did you try to find her the next morning? No, I had heard that the steamer had not yet been sighted off Fire Island, so considered the effort unnecessary.

Why? What connection is there between this fact and an endeavor on your part to find your wife? A very close one. She had come to New York to throw herself at my father's feet. Now she could only do this at the steam. or in... "'Why do you not proceed, Mr. Van Burnum?' "'I will. I do not know why I stopped.'

"'Or in his own house.' "'In his own house?' "'In the house in Gramercy Park, do you mean?' "'Yes, he has no other. "'The house in which this dead girl was found?' "'Yes, impatiently.' "'Did you think she might throw herself at his feet there?' "'She said she might,

"'and as she is romantic, foolishly romantic, I thought her fully capable of doing so. And so you did not seek her in the morning. No, sir. How about in the afternoon? This was a close question. We saw that he was affected by it, though he tried to carry it off bravely.

I did not see her in the afternoon. I was in a restless frame of mind, and did not remain in the city. Ah, indeed, and where did you go? Unless necessary, I prefer not to say. It is necessary. I went to Coney Island. Alone?

Yes. Did you see anybody there you know? No. And when did you return? At midnight. When did you reach your rooms? Later. How much later?

Two or three hours. And where were you during those hours? I was walking the streets. The ease, the quietness with which he made these acknowledgments were remarkable. The jury to a man honored him with a prolonged stare, and the awe-struck crowd scarcely breathed during their utterance. At the last sentence a murmur broke out, at which he raised his head and with an air of surprise surveyed the people before him. Though he must have known what their astonishment meant, he neither quailed nor blanched, and while not in reality a handsome man,

he certainly looked handsome at this moment. i did not know what to think so forbore to think anything meanwhile the examination went on mr van bernam i have been told that the locket i see there dangling from your watch-chain contains a lock of your wife's hair is it so i have a lock of her hair in this yes here is a lock clipped from the head of the unknown woman whose identity we seek have you any objection to comparing the two it is not an agreeable task you have set me was the imperturbable response but i have no objection to doing what you ask and calmly lifting the chain he took off the locket opened it and held it out courteously towards the coroner may i ask you to make the first comparison he said the coroner taking the locket laid the two locks of brown hair together and after a moment's contemplation of them both surveyed the young man seriously and remarked they are of the same shade shall i pass them down to the jury howard bowed you would have thought he was in a drawing-room and in the act of bestowing a favor but his brother franklin showed a very different countenance and as for their father one could not even see his face he so persistently held up his hand before it the jury wide awake now passed the lock and along with many sly nods and a few whispered words when it came back to the coroner he took it and handed it to mr van bernam saying i wish you would observe the similarity for yourself i can hardly detect any difference between them thank you i am willing to take your word for it replied the young man with most astonishing a plumb and coroner and jury for a moment looked baffled and even mr gryce of whose face i caught a passing glimpse at this instant stared at the head of his cane

as if it were of thicker wood than he expected and had more naughty points on it than even his accustomed hand liked to encounter another effort was not out of place however and the coroner summoning up some of the pompous severity he found useful at times asked the witness if his attention had been drawn to the dead woman's hands he acknowledged that it had the physician who made the autopsy urged me to look at them and i did they were certainly very like my wife's only like i cannot say that they were my wife's do you wish me to perjure myself a man should know his wife's hands as well as he knows her face very likely and you are ready to swear these were not the hands of your wife i am ready to swear i did not so consider them and that is all that is all the coroner frowned and cast a glance at the jury they needed prodding now and then and this is the way he prodded them as soon as they gave signs of recognizing the hint he gave them he turned back and renewed his examination in these words mr van bernham did your brother at your request hand you the keys of your father's house on the morning of the day on which this tragedy occurred he did have you those keys now i have not what have you done with them did you return them to your brother no i see where your inquiries are tending and i do not suppose you will believe my simple word but i lost the keys on the day i received them that is why well you may continue mr van bernam i have no more to say my sentence was not worth completing the murmur which rose about him seemed to show dissatisfaction but he remained imperturbable or rather like a man who did not hear

I began to feel the most painful interest in the inquiry and dreaded while I anxiously anticipated his further examination. You lost the keys, may I ask when and where? That I do not know. They were missing when I searched for them. Missing from my pocket, I mean, ah, and when did you search for them? The next day, after I had heard of what had taken place in my father's house. the hesitations were those of a man weighing his reply they told on the jury as all such hesitations do and made the coroner lose an atom of the respect he had hitherto shown this easy-going witness and you do not know what became of them no or into whose hands they fell no but probably into the hands of the wretch to the astonishment of everybody he was on the verge of vehemence but becoming sensible of it he controlled himself with a suddenness that was almost shocking find the murderer of this poor girl said he with a quiet air that was more thrilling than any display of passion and ask him where he got the keys with which he opened the door of my father's house at midnight was this a challenge or just the natural outburst of an innocent man neither the jury nor the coroner seemed to know the former looking startled and the latter nonplussed

but mr gryce who had moved now into view smoothed the head of his cane with quite a loving touch and did not seem at this moment to feel its inequality objectionable we will certainly try to follow your advice the coroner assured him meanwhile we must ask how many rings your wife is in the habit of wearing five two on the left hand and three on the right do you know these rings i do better than you know her hands as well sir were they on her hands when you parted from her in hadam they were did she always wear them almost all always indeed i do not ever remember seeing her take off more than one of them which one the ruby with the diamond setting had the dead girl any rings on when you saw her no sir did you look to see i think i did in the first shock of the discovery and you saw none no sir and from this you concluded she was not your wife from this and other things yet you must have seen that the woman was in the habit of wearing rings even if they were not on her hands at that moment why sir why should i know about her habits is not that a ring i see now on your little finger it is my seal ring which i always wear will you pull it off pull it off if you please it is a simple test i am requiring of you sir the witness looked astonished but pulled off the ring at once "'Here it is,' said he. "'Thank you, but I do not want it.

I merely want you to look at your finger.' The witness complied, evidently more nonplussed than disturbed by this command. Do you see any difference between that finger and the one next it?' "'Yes, there is a mark about my little finger showing where the ring has pressed.' "'Very good. There were such marks on the fingers of the dead girl, who, as you say, had no rings on. i saw them and perhaps you did yourself i did not i did not look closely enough they were on the little finger of the right hand on the marriage finger of the left and on the forefinger of the same on which fingers did your wife wear rings on those same fingers sir but i will not accept this fact as proving her identity with the deceased most women do wear rings and on those very fingers the coroner was nettled but he was not discouraged he exchanged looks with mr gryce but nothing further passed between them and we were left to conjecture what this interchange of glances meant

the witness who did not seem to be affected either by the character of this examination or by the conjectures to which it gave rise preserved his sang-froid and eyed the coroner as he might any other questioner with suitable respect but with no fear and but little impatience and yet he must have known the horrible suspicion darkening the minds of many people present and suspected even if against his will that this examination significant as it was was but the forerunner of another and yet more serious one you are very determined remarked the coroner in beginning again not to accept the very substantial proofs presented you of the identity between the object of this inquiry and your missing wife but we are not yet ready to give up this struggle and so i must ask if you heard the description given by miss ferguson of the manner in which your wife was dressed on leaving hatham i have was it a correct account did she wear a black black and white, plaid silk, and a hat trimmed with various colored ribbons and flowers? She did. Do you remember the hat?

Were you with her when she bought it? Or did you ever have your attention drawn to it in any particular way? I remember the hat. Is this it, Mr. Van Bernum? I was watching Howard, and the start he gave was so pronounced, and the emotion he displayed was in such violent contrast to the self-possessing. he had maintained up to this point, that I was held spellbound by the shock I received, and forbore to look at the object which the coroner had suddenly held up for inspection.

But when I did turn my head towards it, I recognized at once the multicolored hat, which Mr. Grice had brought in from the third room of Mr. Van Burnum's house, on the evening I was there, and realized almost in the same breath that great as this mystery has hitherto seemed, it was likely to prove yet greater before its proper elucidation was arrived at. Was that found in my father's house? Where? Where was that hat found? Stambered the witness, so far forgetting himself as to point towards the object in question. It was found by Mr. Grice in a closet off your father's dining room, a short time after the dead girl was carried out. I don't believe it, vociferated the young man, pailing with something more than anger and shaking from head to foot.

Shall I put Mr. Grice on his oath again? asked the coroner mildly. The young man stared. Evidently these words failed to reach his understanding. Is it your wife's hat, persisted the coroner with very little mercy. Do you recognize it for the one in which she left Hadham? Would to God I did not burst in vehement distress from the witness, who at the next moment broke down altogether, and looked about for the support of his brother's arm. Franklin came forward and the two brothers stood for a moment, in the face of the whole surging mass of curiosity-mongers before them, arm in arm but with very different expressions on their

two proud faces. Howard was the first to speak. If that was found in the parlors of my father's house, he cried, Then the woman who was killed there was my wife, and he started away with a wild air towards the door. Where are you going? asked the coroner quietly, while an officer stepped softly before him, and his brother compassionately drew him back by the arm. I am going to take her from that horrible place.

She is my wife. Father, you would not wish her to remain in that spot for another moment, would you, while we have a house we call our own? Mr. Van Burnham, the senior, who had shrunk as far from sight as possible through these painful demonstrations, rose up at these words from his agonized son, and making him an encouraging gesture walked hastily out of the room, seeing which the young man became calmer, and though he did not cease to shudder, tried to restrain his first grief. which to those who looked closely at him was evidently very sincere.

"'I would not believe it was she,' he cried, "'in total disregard of the presence he was in. "'I would not believe it, but now.' A certain pitiful gesture finished the sentence, and neither coroner nor jury seemed to know just how to proceed, the conduct of the young man being so markedly different from what they had expected. after a short pause painful enough to all concerned the coroner perceiving that very little could be done with the witness under the circumstances adjourned the sitting till afternoon end of chapter thirteen chapter fourteen a serious admission i went at once to a restaurant i ate because it was time to eat and because any occupation was welcome that would pass away the hours of

of waiting. I was troubled, and I did not know what to make of myself. I was no friend to the Van Burnums. I did not like them, and certainly had never approved of any of them but Mr. Franklin, and yet I found myself altogether disturbed over the morning's developments, Howard's emotion having appealed to me in spite of my prejudices. I could not but think ill of him, his conduct, not being such as I could honestly commend, but I found myself. more ready to listen to the involuntary pleadings of my own heart in his behalf than i had been prior to his testimony and its somewhat startling termination but they were not through with him yet and after the longest three hours i had ever passed we were again convened before the coroner i saw howard as soon as anybody did he came in arm and arm as before with his faithful brother and sat down in a retired corner behind the coroner but he was soon called forward his face when the light fell on it was startling to most of us it was as much changed as if years instead of hours had elapsed since last we saw it

no longer reckless in its expression nor easy nor politely patient it showed in its every liniment that he had not only passed through a hurricane of passion but that the bitterness which had been its worst feature had not passed with the storm but had settled into the core of his nature disturbing its equilibrium for ever my emotions were not allayed by the sight but i kept all expression of them out of view i must be sure of his integrity before giving rein to my sympathies the jury moved and sat up quite alert when they saw him i think that if these especial twelve men could have a murder case to investigate every day they would grow quite wide awake in time mr van bernam made no demonstration evidently there was not likely to be a repetition of the morning's display of passion he had been iron in his impassibility at that time but he was steel now and steel which had been through the fiercest of fires the opening question of the coroner showed by what experience these fires had been kindled mr van bernam i have been told that you have visited the morgue in the interim which has elapsed since i last questioned you is that true it is did you in the opportunity thus afforded examine the remains of the woman whose death we are investigating attentively enough to enable you to say now whether they are those of your missing wife i have the body is that of louise van bernam i crave your pardon and that of the jury for my former obstinacy in refusing to recognize it i thought myself fully justified in the stand i took i see now that i was not

the coroner made no answer there was no sympathy between him and this young man yet he did not fail in a decent show of respect perhaps because he did feel some sympathy for the witness's unhappy father and brother you then acknowledge the victim to have been your wife i do it is a point gained and i compliment the jury upon it we can now proceed to settle if possible the identity of the person whom accompanied mrs van bernam into your father's house wait cried mr van bernam with a strange air i acknowledge i was that person it was coolly almost fiercely said but it was an admission that well-nigh created a hub of a hub of it was a goodly almost fiercely said but it was an admission that well-nigh created a hub of a hub of a hub of a hub of a hub of a man who Even the coroner seemed moved, and cast a glance at Mr. Grice, which showed his surprise to be greater than his discretion. You acknowledge, he began, but the witness did not let him finish. I acknowledge that I was the person who accompanied her into that empty house, but I do not acknowledge that I killed her. She was alive and well when I left her, difficult as it is for me to prove it. it was the realization of this difficulty which made me perjure myself this morning so murmured the coroner with another glance at mr gryce you acknowledge that you perjured yourself will the room be quiet

the lull came slowly the contrast between the appearance of this elegant young man and the significant admissions he had just made admissions which to three-quarters of the persons there meant more much more than he acknowledged was certainly such as to provoke interest of the deepest kind i felt like giving rein to my own feelings and was not surprised at the patience shown by the coroner but order was restored at last and the inquiry pursued at the inquiry seated we are then to consider the testimony given by you this morning as null and void yes so far as it contradicts what i have just stated ah then you will no doubt be willing to give us your evidence again certainly if you will be so kind as to question me very well where did your wife and yourself first meet after your arrival in new york in the street near my office she was coming to see me but i prevailed a upon her to go up town what time was this after ten and before noon i cannot give the exact hour and where did you go to a hotel on broadway you have already heard of our visit there you are then the mr james pope whose wife registered in the books of the hotel d on the seventeenth of this month i have said so and may i ask for what purpose you used this disguise and allowed your wife to sign a wrong name to satisfy a freak she considered it the best way of covering up a scheme she had formed which was to awaken the interest of my father under the name and appearance of a stranger and not to inform him who she was till he had given some evidence of partiality for her ah but for such an end was it necessary for her to assume a strange name before she saw your father and for you both to conduct yourselves in the mysterious way you did all that day and evening

i do not know she thought so and i humored her i was tired of working against her and was willing she should have her own way for a time and for this reason you let her fit herself out with clothes down to her very undergarments yes strange as it may seem i was just such a fool i had entered into her scheme and the means she took to change her personality only amused me she wished to present herself to my father as a girl obliged to work for her living and was too shrewd to excite suspicion in the minds of any of the family by any undue luxury in her apparel at least that was the excuse she gave me for the precaution she took though i think the delight she experienced in anything romantic and unusual had as much to do with it as anything else she enjoyed the game she was playing and wished to make as much of it as possible were her own garments much richer than those she ordered from altman's undoubtedly mrs van bernam wore nothing made by american seamstresses fine clothes were her weakness i see i see but why such an attempt on your part to keep yourself in the background why let your wife write assumed names in the hotel register for instance instead of doing it yourself it was easier for her i know no other reason she did not mind putting down the name of pope i did it was an ungracious reflection upon his wife and he seemed to feel it so for he almost immediately added a man will sometimes lend himself to a scheme of which the detail are obnoxious. It was so in this case. But she was too interested in her plans to be

affected by so small a matter as this. This explained more than one mysterious action, on the part of this pair while they were at the Hotel D. The coroner evidently considered it in this light, for he dwelt but little longer on this phase of the case, passing on to a fact concerning which curiosity has hitherto been roused without receiving any satisfaction. In leaving the hotel, said he, you and your wife were seeing carrying certain packages which were missing from your arms when you alighted at Mr. Van Burnham's house. What was in those packages, and where did you dispose of them before you entered the second carriage? Howard made no demur in answering. My wife's clothes were in them, said he, and we dropped them somewhere on 27th Street, near Third Avenue, just as we saw an old woman coming along.

the sidewalk. We knew that she would stop and pick them up, and she did, for we slid into a dark shadow made by a projecting stoop and watched her. Is that too simple a method for disposing of certain encumbering bundles to be believed, sir? That is for the jury to decide, answered the coroner stiffly, but why were you so anxious to dispose of these articles? Were they not worth some money, and would it not have been simpler and much more natural, to leave them at the hotel till you chose to send for them? That is, if you were simply engaged in playing, as you say, a game upon your father and not upon the whole community? Yes, Mr. Van Burenne acknowledged, that would have been the natural thing, no doubt, but we were not following natural instincts at the time, but a woman's bizarre caprices.

We did, as I said, and laughed long, I assure you, over its unqualified success. For the old woman not only grabbed the packages with avidity but turned and fled away with them just as if she had expected this opportunity and had prepared to make the most of it it was very laughable certainly observed the coroner in a hard voice you must have found it very ridiculous after giving the witness a look full of something deeper than sarcasm he turned towards the jury as if to ask them what they thought of these very forced and suspicious explanations but they evidently did not know what to think and the coroner's looks flew back to the witness who of all the persons present seemed the least impressed by the position in which he stood mr van bernam said he you showed a great deal of feeling this morning at being confronted with your wife's hat why was this and why did you wait till you saw this evidence of her presence on the scene of death to acknowledge the facts you have been good enough to give us this afternoon if i had a lawyer by my side you would not ask me that question or if you did i would not be allowed to answer it but i have no lawyer here and so i will say that i was greatly shocked by the catastrophe which has happened to my wife and under the stress of my first overpowering emotions had the impulse to hide the fact that the victim of so dreadful a mischance was my wife i thought that if no connection was found between myself and this dead woman I would stand in no danger of the suspicion which must cling to the man who came into the house with her. But like most first impulses, it was a foolish one and gave way under the strain of investigation.

I, however, persisted in it as long as possible, partially because my disposition is an obstinate one, and partially because I hated to acknowledge myself a fool. But when I saw that hat and recognized it as an indisputable proof of her present, in the Van Burnham House that night, my confidence in the attempt I was making broke down all at once. I could deny her shape, her hands, and even the scar, which she might have had in common with other women, but I could not deny her hat. Too many persons had seen her wear it. But the coroner was not to be so readily imposed upon. I see, I see, he repeated with great dryness, and I hope the jury will be satisfied. And they probably will unless they remember the anxiety which, according to your story,

was displayed by your wife to have her whole outfit in keeping with her appearance as a working girl. If she was so particular as to think it necessary to dress herself in store-made undergarments, why make all these precautions void by carrying into the house a hat with the name of an expensive Milner inside it. Women are inconsistent, sir. She liked the hat and hated to part with it. She thought she could hide it somewhere in the great house. At least that was what she said to me when she tucked it under her cape.

The coroner, who evidently did not believe one word of this, stared at the witness as if curiosity was fast taking the place of indignation. And I did not wonder. Howard Van Burnham, as thus presented to our notice by his own testimony, was an anomaly, whether we were to believe what he was saying at the present time, or what he had said during the morning session. But I wished I had had the questioning of him. His next answer, however, opened up one dark place, into which I had been peering for some time without any enlightenment. It was in reply to the following query.

All this, said the coroner, is very interesting, but what explanation have you to give for taking your wife into your father's empty house, at an hour so late, and then leaving her to spend the best part of the dark night alone. None, said he, that will strike you as sensible and judicious, but we were not sensible that night, neither were we judicious, or I would not be standing here trying to explain what is not explainable by any of the ordinary rules of conduct. She was set upon being the first to greet my father on his entrance into his own home, and her first plan had been to do so in her own proper character as my wife but afterwards the freak took her as i have said to personify the housekeeper whom my father had cabled us to have in waiting at his house

a cablegram which had reached us too late for any practical use and which we had therefore ignored and fearing he might come early in the morning before she could be on hand to make the favourable impression she intended she wished to be left in the house that night, and I humored her. I did not foresee the suffering that my departure might cause her, or the fears that were likely to spring from her lonely position in so large and empty a dwelling, or rather I should say she did not foresee them, for she begged me not to stay with her when I hinted at the darkness and dreariness of the place, saying that she was too jolly to feel, fear, or think of anything but the surprise my father and sisters would experience. in discovering that their very agreeable young housekeeper was the woman they had so long despised.

And why persisted the coroner, edging forward in his interest, and so allowing me to catch a glimpse of Mr. Grice's face, as he too leaned forward in his anxiety to hear every word that fell from this remarkable witness? Why do you speak of her fear? What reason have you to think she suffered apprehension after your departure? Why, echoed the witness, as if astounded by the other's lack of perspicacity, did she not kill herself in a moment of terror and discouragement? Leaving her as I did in a condition of health and good spirits, can you expect me to attribute her death to any other cause than a sudden attack of frenzy caused by terror? Ah, exclaimed the coroner in a suspicious tone, which no doubt voiced the feelings of most people present,

then you think your wife committed suicide most certainly replied the witness avoiding but two pairs of eyes in the whole crowd those of his father and brother with a hat-pin continued the coroner letting his hitherto scarcely suppressed irony become fully visible in his voice and manner thrust into the back of her neck at a spot young lady surely would have but little reason to know as particularly fatal suicide when she was found crushed under a pile of bric-a-back which was thrown down or fell upon her hours after she received the fatal thrust i do not know how else she could have died persisted the witness calmly unless she opened the door to some burglar and what burglar would kill a woman in that way when he could pound her with his fists no she was frenzied and stabbed herself in desperation or the thing was done by accident god knows how and as for the testimony of the experts well we all know how easily the wisest of them can be mistaken even in matters of as serious import as these if all the experts in the world here his voice rose and his nostrils dilated till his aspect was actually commanding and impressed us all like a sudden transformation if all the experts in the world were to swear that those shelves were thrown upon her after she had lain there for four hours dead i would not believe them appearances or no appearances blood or no blood i here declare that she pulled that cabinet over in her death struggle and upon the truth of this fact i am ready to rest my honor as a man and my integrity as her husband

an uproar immediately followed amid which could be heard cries of he lies he's a fool the attitude taken by the witness was so unexpected that the most callous person present could not fail to be affected by it but curiosity is as potent a passion as surprise and in a few minutes all was still again and everybody intent to hear how the coroner would answer these asseverations i have heard of a blind man denying the existence of light said the gentleman but never before of a sensible being like yourself urging the most untenable theories in face of such evidence as has been brought before us during this inquiry if your wife committed suicide or if the entrance of the point of a hat-pin into her spine was effected by accident how comes the head of the pin to have been found so many feet away from her and in such a place as the parlor register it may have flown there when it broke or what is much more probable been kicked there by some of the many people who passed in and out of the room between the time of her death and that of its discovery but the register was found closed urged the coroner was it not mr gryce that person thus appealed to rose for an instant it was said he and deliberately sat down again. The face of the witness, which had been singularly free from expression since his last vehement outbreak, clouded over for an instant, and his eye fell, as if he felt himself engaged

in an unequal struggle, but he recovered his courage speedily and quietly observed. The register may have been closed by a passing foot. I have known of stranger coincidences than that. Mr. Van Burnham asked the coroner, as if weary of subterfuges and argument, Have you considered the effect which this highly contradictory evidence of yours is likely to have on your reputation? I have. And are you ready to accept the consequences? If any especial consequences follow, I must accept them, sir. When did you lose the keys which you say you have not now in your possession? This morning you asserted that you did not know, but perhaps this afternoon you may like to modify that statement.

I lost them after I left my wife shut up in my father's house. Soon? Very soon. How soon? Within an hour I should judge. How do you know it was so soon? I missed them at once. Where were you when you missed them?

I don't know. Somewhere. I was walking the streets, as I have said. I don't remember just where I was. when I thrust my hands in my pocket and found the keys gone. You do not. No. But it was within an hour after leaving the house. Yes. Very good. The keys have been found. The witness started, started so violently that his teeth came together with a click, loud enough to be heard over the whole room. Have they, he said with an effort at nonchalance, which, however, failed to deceive

anyone who noticed his change of color. You can tell me then where I lost them. They were found, said the coroner, in their usual place above your brother's desk in Duane Street. Oh, murmured the witness, utterly taken aback or appearing so, I cannot account for there being found in the office. I was so sure I dropped them in the street. I did not think you could account for it, quietly observed the coroner, and without another word, he dismissed the witness, who staggered to a seat as remote as possible from the one where he had previously been sitting between his father and brother. End of Chapter 14

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A Reluctant Witness A pause of decided duration now followed, an exasperating pause which tried even me, much as I pride myself upon my patience. There seemed to be some hitch in regard to the next witness. The coroner sent Mr. Grice into the neighboring room more than once, and finally, when the general uneaseless, seemed on the point of expressing itself by a loud murmur a gentleman stepped forth whose appearance instead of allaying the excitement renewed it in quite an unprecedented and remarkable way

i did not know the person thus introduced he was a handsome man a very handsome man if the truth must be told but it did not seem to be this fact which made half the people there crane their heads to catch a glimpse of him something else something entirely disconnected with his appearance there as a witness appeared to hold the people enthralled and waken a subdued enthusiasm which showed itself not only in smiles but in whispers and significant nudges chiefly among the women though i noticed that the jurymen stared when somebody obliged them with the name of this new witness at last it reached my ears and though it awakened in me also a decided curiosity i restrained all expression of it being unwilling to add one jot to this ridiculous display of human weakness randolph stone as the intended husband of the rich miss althorpe was a figure of some importance in the city and while i was very glad of this opportunity of seeing him i did not propose to lose my head or forget in the marked interest his person invoked the very serious cause which had brought him before us and yet i suppose no one in the room observed his figure more minutely he was elegantly made and possessed as i have said a face of peculiar beauty but these were not his only claims to admiration he was a man of undoubted intelligence and great distinction of manner the intelligence did not surprise me knowing as i did how he had raised himself to his present enviable position in society in the short space of five years but the perfection of his manner astonished me though how i could have expected anything less in a man honoured by miss althorpe's regard i cannot say he had that clear pallor of complexion which in a smooth-shaven face is so impressive and his voice when he spoke

had that music in it which only comes from great cultivation and a deliberate intent to please he was a friend of howards that i saw by the short look that passed between them when he first entered the room but that it was not as a friend he stood there was apparent from the state of amazement with which the former recognized him as well as from the regret to be seen underlying the polished manner of the witness himself though perfectly self-possessed and perfectly respectful he showed by every means possible the pain he felt in adding one feather weight to the evidence against a man with whom he was on terms of more or less intimacy but let me give his testimony having acknowledged that he knew the van bernam family well and howard in particular he went on to state that on the night of the seventeenth he had been detained at his office by business of a more than usual pressing nature and finding that he could expect no rest for that night humored himself by getting off the cars at twenty-first street instead of proceeding on to thirty-third street where his apartments were the smile which these words caused miss althorpe lives on twenty-first street woke no corresponding light on his face indeed he frowned at it as if he felt that the gravity of the situation admitted of nothing frivolous or humorsome and this feeling was shared by howard for he started when the witness mentioned twenty-first street and cast him a haggard look of dismay which happily no one saw but myself for every one else was concerned with the witness or should i say except mr gryce

i had of course no intentions beyond a short stroll through this street previous to returning to my home continued the witness gravely and am sorry to be obliged to mention this freak of mine but find it necessary in order to account for my presence there at so unusual an hour "'You need make no apologies,' returned the coroner. "'Will you state on what line of cars you came from your office?' "'I came up Third Avenue.' "'Ah, and walked towards Broadway?' "'Yes, so that you necessarily passed very near the Van Burenne Mansion?' "'Yes.' "'At what time was this can you say?'

"'At four, or nearly four, it was half-past three when I left my office.' "'Was it light at that hour, could you distinguish objects readily? I had no difficulty in seeing. And what did you see anything amiss at the Van Burnum mansion? No, sir, nothing amiss. I merely saw Howard Van Burnum coming down the stoop as I went by the corner. You made no mistake. It was the gentleman you name and no other whom you saw on this stoop at this hour? I am very sure that it was he. I am sorry, but the coroner gave him no opportunity to finish. You and Mr. Van Burnham are friends, you say, and it was light enough for you to recognize each other, then you probably spoke. No, we did not. I was thinking, well, of other things,

and here he allowed the ghost of a smile to flit suggestively across his firm-set lips. And Mr. Van Burnham seemed preoccupied also, for as far as I know he did not even look my way. And you did not stop? No, he did not look like a man to be disturbed, and this was at four on the morning of the eighteenth. At four, are you certain of the hour and of the day? I am certain. I should not be standing here if I were not very sure of my memory. I am sorry, he began again, but he was stopped as preemptorly as before by the coroner. Feeling has no place in an inquiry like this, and the witness was dismissed. Mr. Stone, who had manifestly given his evidence under compulsion, looked relieved at its

termination. As he passed back to the room from which he had come, many only noticed the extreme elegance of his form and the proud cast of his head, but I saw more than these. I saw the look of regret he cast at his friend Howard. A painful silence followed his withdrawal. Then the coroner spoke to the jury. gentlemen i leave you to judge of the importance of this testimony mr stone is a well-known man of unquestionable integrity but perhaps mr van bernam can explain how he came to visit his father's house at four o'clock in the morning on that memorable night when according to his latest testimony he left his wife there at twelve we will give him the opportunity there is no use began the young man from the place where he sat but gathering courage even while speaking he came rapidly forward and facing the coroner and jury once more

said with a false kind of energy that imposed upon no one i can explain this fact but i doubt if you will accept my explanation i was at my father's house at that hour but not in it my restlessness drove me back to my wife but not finding the keys in my pocket i came down the stoop again and went away ah i see now why you pervaricated this morning in regard to the time when you missed those keys i know that my testimony is full of contradictions you feared to have it known that you were on the stoop of your father's house for the second time that night naturally in face of the suspicion i perceived everywhere about me and this time you did not go in no nor ring the bell no why not if you left your wife within alive and well i did not wish to disturb her my purpose was not strict enough to surmount the least difficulty i was easily deterred from going where i had little wish to be so that you merely went up the stoop and down again at the time mr stone saw you yes and if he had passed a minute sooner he would have seen this see me go up i mean as well as seen me come down i did not linger long in the doorway but you did linger there a moment yes long enough to hunt for the the keys and get over my astonishment at not finding them. Did you notice Mr. Stone going by on 21st Street? No. Was it as light as Mr. Stone has said? Yes, it was light. And you did not notice him?

No. Yet you must have followed very closely behind him. Not necessarily. I went by the way of twentieth street, sir. Why, I do not know, for my rooms are uptown. I do not know why I did half the things I did that night. I can readily believe it, remarked the coroner. Mr. Van Bernam's indignation rose, you are trying, said he, to connect me with the fearful death of my wife in my father's lonely house. You cannot do it, for I am as innocent of that death as you are, or any other person in this assemblage. nor did i pull those shelves down upon her as you would have this jury think in my last thoughtless visit to my father's door she died according to god's will by her own hand or by means of some strange and unaccountable accident known only to him and so you will find if justice has any place in these investigations and a manly intelligence be allowed to take the place of prejudice in the breasts of the twelve men

now sitting before me and bowing to the coroner he waited for his dismissal and receiving it walked back not to his lonely corner but to his former place between his father and brother who received him with a wistful air and strange looks of mingled hope and disbelief the jury will render their verdict on monday morning announced the coroner and adjourned the inquiry end of chapter fifteen end of book one book two the windings of a labyrinth chapter sixteen cogitations my cook had prepared for me a most excellent dinner thinking that i needed all the comfort possible after a day of such trying experiences but i ate little of it my thoughts were too busy my mind too much exercised what would be the verdict of the jury and could this especial jury be relied upon to give a just verdict at seven i had left the table and was shut up in my own room i could not rest till i had fathomed my own mind in regard to the events of the day the question the great question of course now was how much of howard's testimony was to be believed and whether he was notwithstanding his asseverations to the contrary the murderer of his wife to most persons the answer seemed easy from the expression of such people as i had jostled in leaving the court-room i judged that his sentence had already been passed in the minds of most there present but these hasty judgments did not influence me i hope i look deeper than the surface and my mind would not subscribe to his guilt notwithstanding the bad impression made upon me by his falsehoods and contradictions

now why would not my mind subscribe to it had sentiment got the better of me amelia butterworth and was i no longer capable of looking things squarely in the face had the van bernam's of all people in the world awakened my sympathies at the cost of my good sense and was i disposed to see virtue in a man in whom every circumstance as it came to light revealed little but folly and weakness the lies he had told for there is no other word to describe his contradictions would have been sufficient under most circumstances to condemn a man in my estimation why then did i secretly look for excuses to his conduct probing the matter to the bottom i reasoned in this way the latter half of his evidence was a complete contradiction of the first purposely so in the first he made himself out a cold-hearted egotist with not enough interest in his wife to make an effort to determine whether she and the murdered woman were identical in the latter he showed himself in the light of a man influenced to the point of folly by a woman to whom he had been utterly unyielding a few hours before now knowing human nature to be full of contradictions i could not satisfy myself that i should be justified in accepting either half of his testimony as absolutely true the man who is all firmness one minute may be all weakness the next and in face of the calm assertions made by this one, when driven to bay by the unexpected discoveries of the police,

I dared not decide that his final assurances were altogether false, and that he was not the man I had seen enter the adjoining house with his wife. Why, then, not carry the conclusion farther, and admit, as reason and probability suggested, that he was also her murderer, that he had killed her during his first visit, and drawn the shelves down upon her in the second. Would not this account for all the phenomena to be observed in connection with this otherwise unexplainable affair? Certainly, all but one, one that was perhaps known to nobody but myself, and that was

the testimony given by the clock. It said that the shelves fell at five, whereas, according to Mr. Stone's evidence, it was four or thereabouts when Mr. Van Burnham left his father's house. But the clock might not have been a reliable witness. It might have been set wrong, or it might not have been running it all at the time of the accident. No, it would not do for me to rely too much upon anything so doubtful, nor did I. Yet I could not rid myself of the conviction that Howard spoke the truth, when he declared in face of coroner and jury that they could not connect him

with this crime, and whether this conclusion sprang from sentimentality or intuition, I was resolved to stick to it for the present night at least. The morrow might show its futility, but the morrow had not come. Meanwhile, with this theory accepted, what explanation could be given of the very peculiar facts surrounding this woman's death? Could the supposition of suicide advanced by Howard before the coroner be entertained for a moment, or that equally improbable suggestion of accident? Going to my bureau drawer, I drew out the old grocer-bill, which has already figured in these pages, and re-read the notes I had scribbled on its back early in the history

of this affair. They related, if you will remember, to this very question, and seemed even now to answer it in a more or less convincing way. you pardon me if i transcribe these notes again as i cannot imagine my first deliberations on this subject to have made a deep enough impression for you to recall them without help from me the question raised in these notes was threefold and the answers as you will recollect were transcribed before the cause of death had been determined by the discovery of the broken pin in the dead woman's brain these are the queries first was her death due to accident. Second, was it affected by her own hand? Third, was it a murder? The replies given are in the form of reasons as witness. My reason for not thinking it an accident. If it had been an accident and she had pulled the cabinet over upon herself, she would have

been found with her feet pointing towards the wall where the cabinet had stood, but her feet were towards the door and her head under the cabinet. Two, the precise arrangement of the clothing about her feet, which precluded any theory involving accident. My reason for not thinking it a suicide. She could not have been found in the position observed, without having lain down on the floor while living, and then pulled the shelves down upon her,

a theory obviously too improbable to be considered. My reason for not thinking it, murder. She would need to have been held down on the floor while the cabinet was being pulled over on her, a thing which the quiet aspect of the hands and feet make appear impossible. Very good, but we know now that she was dead when the shelves fell over, so that my one excuse for not thinking it murder is rendered null. My reasons for thinking it a murder, but I will not repeat these, my reasons for not thinking it an accident or a suicide remained as good as when they were written. And if her death had not been due to either of these causes, then it must have been due to some murderous hand.

Was that hand the hand of her husband? I have already given it as my opinion that it was not. Now, how to make that opinion good and reconcile me again to myself, for I am not accustomed to having my instincts at war with my judgment. Is there any reason for my thinking as I do? Yes, the manliness of the man. He only looked well when he was repelling the suspicion he saw in the surrounding faces. But that might have been assumed, just as his careless manner was assumed during the early part of the inquiry.

I must have some stronger reason than this for my belief. The two hats? Well, he had explained how there came to be two hats on the scene of the crime, but his explanation had not been very satisfactory. I had seen no hat in her hand when she crossed the pavement to her father's house, but then she might have carried it under her cape, without my seeing it, perhaps. The discovery of two hats and of two pairs of gloves in Mr. Van Burnum's parlors was a fact worth further investigation, and mentally I made a note of it. though at the moment I saw no prospect of engaging in this matter further than my duties as a witness required. And now, what other clue was offered me, save the one I have already mentioned as being given by the clock? None that I could seize upon, and feeling the weakness of the cause I had so obstinately embraced. I rose from my seat at the tea-table, and began making such alterations in my toilet as would prepare me for the evening and my inevitable callers amelia said i to myself as i encountered my anything but satisfied reflection in the glass can it be that you ought after all to have been called araminta

is a momentary display of spirit on the part of a young man of doubtful principles enough to make you forget the dictates of good sense which have always governed you up to this time the stern image which confronted me from the mirror made no reply, and smitten with sudden disgust. I left the glass and went below to greet some friends who had just ridden up in their carriage. They remained one hour, and they discussed one subject, Howard Van Burnum and his probable connection with the crime which had taken place next door. But though I talked some and listened more, as it is proper for a woman in her own house, I said nothing and heard nothing, which had not already been said and heard in numberless homes that night. Whatever thoughts I had which in any way differed from those generally expressed,

I kept to myself. Whether guided by discretion or pride, I cannot say, probably both, for I am not deficient in either quality. Arrangements had already been made for the burial of Mrs. Van Burnum that night, and as the funeral ceremony was to take place next door many of my guests came just to sit in my windows and watch the coming and going of the few people invited to the ceremony but i discouraged this i have no patience with idle curiosity consequently by nine i was left alone to give the affair such real attention as it demanded something which of course i could not have done with a half-dozen gossiping friends leaning over my shoulder. End of chapter 16. Chapter 17 of That Affair Next Door.

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He came earlier than usual, but he found me up and stirring. Well, he cried, accosting me with a smile as I entered the parlor where he was seated, It is all right this time, is it not? No trouble in identifying the gentleman who entered your neighbor's house last night at a quarter to twelve. Resolved to probe this man's mind to the bottom, I put on my sternest air. I had not expected anyone to enter there so late last night, said I.

Mr. Van Burnham declared so positively at the inquest that he was the person we have been endeavoring to identify, that I did not suppose you would consider it necessary to bring him to the house for me to see. And so you were not in the window? I did not say that I am always where I have promised to be, Mr. Grice. Well, then, he inquired sharply. I was purposely slow in answering him.

I had all the longer time to search his face. But its calmness was impenetrable, and finally I declared, The man you brought with you last night, you were the person who accompanied him, were you not? Was not the man I saw a light there four nights ago. he may have expected it it may have been the very assertion he desired from me but his manner showed displeasure and the quick how he uttered was sharp and preemptory i do not ask who it was i went on with a quiet wave of my hand that immediately restored him to himself for i know you will not tell me but what i do hope to know is the name of the man who entered that same house at just ten minutes after He was one of the funeral guests, and he arrived in a carriage that was immediately preceded by a coach,

from which four persons alighted two ladies and two gentlemen. I do not know the gentleman, ma'am, was the detective's half-surprised and half-amused retort. I did not keep track of every guest that attended the funeral. Then you didn't do your work as well as I did mine, was my rather dry reply, for I noted every one. one who went in, and that gentleman, whoever he was, was more like the person I have been trying to identify than anyone I have seen enter there during my four midnight vigils. Mr. Grice smiled, uttered a short, indeed, and looked more than ever like a sphinx. I began quietly to hate him under my calm exterior.

Was Howard at his wife's funeral, I asked. He was, ma'am. And did he come in a carriage? He did, ma'am. Alone? He thought he was alone, yes, ma'am. Then may it not have been he? I can't say, ma'am.

Mr. Grice was so obviously out of his element under this cross-examination that I could not suppress a smile, even while I experienced a very lively indignation at his reticence. He may have seen me smile, and he may not, for his eyes, as I have intimated, were always busy with some object entirely removed from the person he addressed. But at all events he rose, leaving me no alternative but to do the same. And so you didn't recognize the gentleman I brought to the neighboring house just before twelve o'clock, he quietly remarked, with a calm ignoring of my last question, which was a trifle exasperating.

No. Then, ma'am, he declared, with a quick change of manner, meant, I should judge, to put me in my proper place. I do not think we can depend upon the accuracy of your memory, and he made a motion as if to leave. As I did not know whether his apparent disappointment was real or not, I let him move to the door without a reply. But once there I stopped him. Mr. Grice, said I, I don't know what you think about this matter, nor whether you even wish my opinion upon it. But I am going to express it for all that. I do not believe that Howard killed his wife with a hat-pin. No, retorted the old gentleman, peering into his hat,

with an ironical smile which that inoffensive article of attire had certainly not merited. And why, Miss Butterworth, why, you must have substantial reasons for any opinion you would form. I have an intuition, I responded, backed by certain reasons. The intuition won't impress you very deeply, but the reasons may not be without some weight, and I am going to confide them to you. Do, he entreated, in a jocose manner which struck me as inappropriate, but which I was willing to overlook on account of his age in very fatherly manner.

Well then, said I, this is one, if the crime was a premeditated one if he hated his wife and felt it for his interest to have her out of the way a man of mr van bernam's good sense would have chosen any other spot than his father's house to kill her in knowing that her identity could not be hidden if once she was associated with the van bernam name if on the contrary he took her there in good faith and her death was the unexpected result of a quarrel between them then the means employed would have been simpler an angry man does not stop to perform a delicate surgical operation when moved to the point of murder but uses his hands or his fists just as mr van bernam himself suggested. Huh, grunted the detective, staring very hard indeed into his hat. You must not think me this young man's friend, I went on, with a well-meant desire to impress him with the impartiality of my attitude. I never have spoken to him nor he to me, but I am the friend of justice, and I must declare that there was a note of surprise in the emotion he

showed at sight of his wife's hat. That was far too natural to be assumed. The detective failed to be impressed. I might have expected this knowing his sex, and the reliance such a man is apt to place upon his own powers. Acting, ma'am, acting was his laconic comment, a very uncommon character that of Mr. Howard Van Burnum. I do not think you do it full justice. perhaps not but see that you don't slight mine i do not expect you to heed these suggestions any more than you did those i offered you in connection with mrs boppert the scrub woman but my conscience is eased by my communication and that is much to a solitary woman like myself who is obliged to spend many a long hour alone with no other companion something has been accomplished then by this delay he observed then as if ashamed of this momentary display of irritation he added in the genial tones more natural to him i don't blame you for your good opinion of this interesting but by no means reliable young man miss butterworth a woman's kind heart stands in the way of her proper judgment of criminals you will not find its instincts fail even if you do its judgment

his bow was as full of politeness as it was lacking in conviction i hope you won't let your instincts lead you into any unnecessary detective work he quietly suggested that i cannot promise if you arrest howard van bernam for murder i may be tempted to meddle with matters which don't concern me an amused smile broke through his simulated seriousness pray accept my congratulations then in advance ma'am my health has been such that i have long anticipated giving up my profession but if i am to have such assistance as you in my work i shall be inclined to remain in it some time longer when a man is busy as you stops to indulge in sarcasm he is in more or less good spirits such a condition i am told only prevails with detectives when they have come to a positive conclusion concerning the case they are engaged upon i see you already understand the members of your future profession as much as is necessary at this juncture i retorted Then seeing him about to repeat his bow, I added sharply. You need not trouble yourself to show me too much politeness. If I meddle in this matter at all, it will not be as your coadjutor, but as your rival.

My rival? Yes, your rival, and rivals are never good friends until one of them is hopelessly defeated. Miss Butterworth, I see myself already at your feet. and with this sally in a short chuckle which did more than anything he had said towards settling me in my half-form determination to do as i had threatened he opened the door and quietly disappeared end of chapter seventeen chapter eighteen the little pincushion the verdict rendered by the coroner's jury showed it to be a more discriminating set of men than i had calculated upon it was murder inflicted by a hand unknown i was so gratified by this that i left the court-room in quite an agitated frame of mind so agitated indeed that i walked through one door instead of another and thus came unexpectedly upon a group formed almost exclusively of the van bernum family starting back for i dislike anything that looks like intrusion especially when no great end is to be gained by it I was about to retrace my steps when I felt two soft arms about my neck.

Oh, Miss Butterworth, isn't it a mercy that this dreadful thing is over? I don't know when I have ever felt anything so keenly. It was Isabella Van Burnham. Startled, for the embraces bestowed on me are few, I gave a subdued sort of grunt, which nevertheless did not displease this young lady, for her arms tightened, and she murmured in my ear,

You dear old soul, I like you so much. We are going to be very good neighbors cooed a still sweeter voice in my other ear. Papa says we must call on you soon. And Caroline's demure face looked around into mine in a manner some would have thought exceedingly bewitching. Thank you, pretty puppets, I returned, freeing myself as speedily as possible

from embraces the sincerity of which I felt open to question. My house is always open to you, and with little ceremony I walked steadily out and betook myself to the carriage awaiting me. I looked upon this display of feeling as the mere gush of two over-excited young women, and was therefore somewhat astonished when I was interrupted in my afternoon nap

by an announcement that the two Mrs. Van Burnham awaited me in the parlor. going down i saw them standing there hand in hand and both as white as a sheet oh miss butterworth they cried springing towards me howard has been arrested and we have no one to say a word of comfort to us arrested i repeated greatly surprised for i had not expected it to happen so soon if it happened at all yes and father is just about prostrated franklin too but he keeps up while father has shut himself into his room and won't see anybody not even us oh i don't know how we are to bear it such a disgrace and such a wicked wicked shame for howard never had anything to do with his wife's death had he miss butterworth no i returned taking my ground at once and vigorously for i really believed what i said he is innocent of her death and i would like the chance of proving it they evidently had not expected such an unqualified assertion from me for they almost smothered me with kisses and called me their only friend and indeed showed so much real feeling this time that i neither pushed them away nor tried to withdraw myself from their embraces when their emotions were a little exhausted i led them to a sofa and sat down before them they were motherless girls and my heart if hard is not made of adamant or entirely unsusceptible to the

the calls of pity and friendship. Girls, said I, if you will be calm, I should like to ask you a few questions. Ask us anything, returned Isabella. Nobody has more right to our confidence than you. This was another of their exaggerated expressions, but I was so anxious to hear what they had to tell,

I let it pass. So instead of rebuking them, I asked where their brother had been arrested, and found it had been at his, rooms and in presence of themselves and franklin so i inquired further and learned that so far as they knew nothing had been discovered beyond what had come out at the inquest except that howard's trunks had been found packed as if he had been making preparations for a journey when interrupted by the dreadful event which had put him in the hands of the police as there was a certain significance in this the girls seemed almost as much impressed by it as i was but we did not discuss it long for i suddenly changed my manner and taking them both by the hand asked if they could keep a secret secret they gasped yes a secret you are not the girls i should confide in ordinarily but this trouble has sobered you oh we can do anything began isabella and-a

only try us, murmured Caroline. But knowing the volubility of the one and the weakness of the other, I shook my head at their promises and merely tried to impress them with the fact that their brother's safety depended upon their discretion, at which they looked very determined for puppets, and squeezed my hands so tightly that I wished I had left off some of my rings before engaging in this interview. When they were quiet again and ready to listen, I told them my plans.

They were surprised, of course, and wondered how I could do anything towards finding out the real murderer of their sister-in-law. But seeing how resolved I looked changed their tone, and avowed with much feeling their perfect confidence in me, and in the success of anything I might undertake. This was encouraging and ignoring their momentary distrust. I proceeded to say. But for me to be successful in this matter, no one must know my interest in it. You must pay me no visits, give me no confidences, nor, if you can help it, mention my name before anyone, not even before your father and brother. So much for precautionary measures, my dears, and now for the active ones. I have no curiosity, as I think you must see.

but I shall have to ask you a few questions which, under other circumstances, would savour more or less of impertinence. Had your sister-in-law any special admirers among the other sex? Oh, protested Caroline, shrinking back, while Isabella's eyes grew round as a frightened child's. None that we ever heard of. She wasn't that kind of a woman, was she, Belle? It wasn't for any such reason Papa didn't like her. no no that would have been too dreadful it was her family we objected to that's all well well i apologize tapping their hands reassuringly i only asked let me now say from curiosity though i have not a particle of that quality i assure you did you think did you have any idea faltered caroline that never mind i interrupted you must let my words go in one ear and out of the other after you have answered them i wish here i assumed a brisk air

that i could go through your parlors again before every trace of the crime perpetrated there has been removed why you can replied isabella there is no one in them now added Caroline, Franklin went out just before we left, at which I blandly rose and following their leadership soon found myself once again in the Van Burenham Mansion. My first glance upon re-entering the parlors was naturally directed toward the spot where the tragedy had taken place. The cabinet had been replaced and the shelves set back upon it, but the latter were empty, and neither on them nor on the adjacent mantelpiece did I see the clock. This set me thinking, and I made it my mind to have another look at that clock. By dint of judicious questions, I found that it had been carried into the third room,

where we soon found it lying on a shelf of the same closet where the hat had been discovered by Mr. Grice. Franklin had put it there, fearing that the sight of it might affect Howard, and from the fact that the hands stood as I had left them, I gathered that neither he nor any of the family had discovered that it was in running condition. Assured of this, I astonished them by requesting to have it taken down, and set up on the table, which they had no sooner done than it started to tick just as it had done under my hand a few nights before. The girls, greatly startled, surveyed each other wonderingly. Why it's going, cried Caroline.

who could have wound it marvelled isabella hark i cried the clock had begun to strike it gave forth five clear notes well it's a mystery isabella exclaimed then seeing no astonishment in my face she added did you know about this miss butterworth my dear girls i hastened to say with all the impressiveness characteristic of me in my more serious moments i do not explain to my dear girls i hasten to say with all the impressiveness characteristic of me in my more serious moments i do not explain to my more you to ask me for any information I do not volunteer. This is hard, I know, but someday I will be perfectly frank with you. Are you willing to accept my aid on these terms?' "'Oh, yes,' they gasped, but they looked not a little disappointed. "'And now,' said I, leave the clock where it is, and when your brother comes home, show it to him, and say that having the curiosity to examine it, you were surprised to find it going. and that you had left it there for him to see he will be surprised also and as a consequence will question first you and then the police to find out who wound it

if they acknowledge having done it you must notify me at once for that's what i want to know do you understand caroline and isabella do you feel that you can go through all this without dropping a word concerning me and my interest in this matter Of course they answered yes, and of course it was with so much effusiveness that I was obliged to remind them that they must keep check on their enthusiasm, and also to suggest that they should not come to my house, or send me any notes, but simply a blank card signifying no one knows who wound the clock. How delightfully mysterious, cried Isabella, and with this girlish exclamation, our talk in regard to the clock closed. The next object that attracted our attention was a paper-covered novel I discovered on a side table in the same room. Whose is this? I asked. Not mine. Not mine. Yet it was published this summer, I remarked. They stared at me astonished, and Isabella caught up the book. It was one of those summer publications intended mainly for railroad distribution, and while neither ragged nor soiled bore evidence of having been read.

Let me take it, said I. Isabella at once passed it into my hands. Does your brother smoke, I asked. Which brother? Either of them. Franklin sometimes, but Howard never, it disagrees with, him, I believe. There is a faint odor of tobacco about these pages. Can it have been brought here by Franklin? Oh, no, he never reads novels, not such novels as this at all events.

He loses a lot of pleasure, we think. I turned the pages over. The latter ones were so fresh I could almost put my finger on the spot where the reader had left off. Feeling like a bloodhound who had just run upon a trail, I returned the book to Carol. with the injunction to put it away, adding, as I saw her air of hesitation, if your brother Franklin misses it, it will show that he brought it here, and then I shall have no further interest in it, which seemed to satisfy her, for she put it away at once on a high shelf. Perceiving nothing else in these rooms of a suggestive character, I led the way into the hall. There I had a new idea. Which of you was the first to go through the room?

rooms upstairs, I inquired. "'Both of us,' answered Isabella, "'we came together. "'Why do you ask, Miss Butterworth?' "'I was wondering if you found "'everything in order there. "'We did not notice anything wrong, "'did we, Caroline?

"'Do you think that the person "'who committed that awful crime "'went upstairs?' "'I couldn't sleep a wink if I thought so. "'Nor I,' Caroline put in. "'Oh, don't say that he went upstairs, Miss Butterworth. I do not know it, I rejoined.

But you asked, and I ask again, wasn't there some little thing out of its usual place? I was up in your front chamber, after water for a minute, but I didn't touch anything but a mug. We missed the mug, but, Oh, Caroline, the pin cushion, do you suppose Miss Butterworth means the pin cushion? I started.

Did she refer to the one I had picked up from the floor and placed on a side table. What about the pin cushion? I asked. Oh, nothing, but we did not know what to make of its being on the table. You see, we had a little pin cushion shaped like a tomato, which always hung at the side of our bureau. It was tied to one of the brackets and was never taken off. Caroline having a fancy for it because it kept her favorite black pins

out of the reach of the neighbor's children when they came here. while this cushion this sacred cushion which none of us dared touch was found by us on a little table by the door with the ribbon hanging from it by which it had been tied to the bureau someone had pulled it off and very roughly too for the ribbon was all ragged and torn but there is nothing in a little thing like that to interest you is there miss butterworth no said i not relating my part in the affair not if our neighbour's children were the marauders. But none of them came in for days before we left. Are there pins in the cushion? When we found it, do you mean? No. I did not remember seeing any, but one could not always trust one's memory. But you had left pins in it? Possibly, I don't remember. Why should I remember such a thing as that? I thought to myself, I would know whether I left pins on my pincushion or not, but everyone is not as methodical as I am. More is the pity.

Have you anywhere about you a pin like those you keep on that cushion, I inquired of Caroline? She felt at her belt and neck and shook her head. I may have upstairs, she replied. Then get me one, but before she could start, I pulled her back. Did either of you sleep in that room last night? No, we were going to, answered Isabella, but after you, Afterwards, Caroline took a freak to sleep in one of the rooms on the third floor. She said she wanted to get away from the parlors as far as possible.

Then I should like a peep at the one overhead. The wrenching of the pincushion from its place had given me an idea. They looked at me wistfully as they turned to mount the stairs, but I did not enlighten them further. What would an idea be worth shared by them? their father undoubtedly lay in the back room for they moved very softly around the head of the stairs but once in front let their tongues run loose again i who cared nothing for their babble when it contained no information walked slowly about the room and finally stopped before the bed it had a fresh look and i at once asked them if it had been lately made up they assured me that it had not saying that they always kept their bed spread during their absence, as they did so hate to enter a room disfigured by bare mattresses.

I could have read them a lecture on the niceties of housekeeping, but I refrained. Instead of that, I pointed to a little dent in the smooth surface of the bed nearest the door. Did either of you two make that, I asked. They shook their heads in amazement. What is there in that, began Caroline. But I motioned her to bring me, the little cushion, which she no sooner did, then I laid it in the little dent, which it fitted to a nicety. "'You wonderful old thing!' exclaimed Caroline.

"'However did you think!' But I stopped her enthusiasm with a look. "'I may be wonderful, but I am not old, and it is time they knew it.' "'Mr. Grice is old,' said I, and lifting the cushion I placed it on a perfectly smooth portion of the bed. Now take it up, said I,

when low a second dent similar to the first. You see where that pin cushion has lain before being placed on the table, I remarked, and reminding Caroline of the pin I wanted, I took my leave and returned to my own house, leaving behind me two girls as much filled with astonishment as the giddiness of their pates would allow. End of Chapter 18 Chapter 19 of That Affair Next Door

This is a Libravox recording All Libravox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer Please visit Libravox.org Recording today by Don Larson in Minnesota That Affairnext Door by Anna K. Green, Chapter 19 A Decided Step Forward I felt that I had made in advance.

It was a small one, no doubt, but it was in advance. It would not do to rest there, however, or to draw definite conclusions from what I had seen, without further facts to guide me. Mrs. Boppert could supply these facts, or so I believed. Accordingly, I decided to visit Mrs. Bopert. Not knowing whether Mr. Grice had thought it best to put a watch over my movements,

but taking it for granted that it would be like him to do so, I made a couple of formal calls on the avenue before I started eastward. I had learned Mrs. Boppert's address before leaving home, but I did not ride directly to the tenement where she lived. I chose, instead, to get out at a little fancy store I saw in the neighborhood. It was a curious place. I never saw so many or such variety of things in one small spot in my life, but i did not waste any time upon this quaint interior but stepped immediately up to the good woman i saw leaning over the counter do you know a mrs bobert who lives at eight o three i asked the woman's look was too quick and suspicious for denial but she was about to attempt it when i cut her short by saying i wish to see mrs boppert very much but not in her own rooms i will pay any one well who will assist me to

five minutes conversation with her, in such a place, say, as that I see behind the glass door at the end of this very shop. The woman, startled by so unexpected a proposition, drew back a step, and was about to shake her head, when I laid on the counter before her, shall I say how much? Yes, for it was not thrown away. A five-dollar bill, which she no sooner saw than she gave a gasp of delight. "'Will you give me that?' she cried. "'For answer I pushed it towards her, "'but before her fingers could clutch it, I resolutely said, "'Mrs. Boppert must not know there is anybody waiting here to see her,

"'or she will not come. "'I have no ill-will towards her and mean her only good, "'but she's a timid sort of person, and—' "'I know she's timid, broke in the good woman eagerly, "'and she's had enough to make her so, what with policemen drumming her up at night, and innocent-looking girls and boys luring her into corners to tell them what she saw in that grand house where the murder took place, she's grown that feared of her shadow you can hardly get her out after sundown. But I think I can get her here, and if you mean her no harm, why, ma'am? Her fingers were on the bill, and charmed with the feel of it, she forgot to finish her sentence. Is there anyone in the room? back there, I asked Anches to recall her to herself. No, ma'am, no one at all.

I am a poor widder, and not used to such company as you, but if you will sit down, I will make myself look more fit, and have Mrs. Boppert over here in a minute, and calling to someone of the name of Susie to look after the shop, she led the way towards the glass door I have mentioned. Relieved to find everything working so smoothly, and determined to get the worth of my money out of Mrs. Boppert when I saw her, I followed the woman into the most crowded room I ever entered.

The shop was nothing to it. There you could move without hitting anything. Here you could not. There were tables against every wall and chairs where there were no tables. Opposite me was a window ledge filled with flowering plants, and at my right a grate and mantelpiece covered, that is the latter, with innumerable small articles which had evidently passed a long and forlorn probation on the shop shelves before being brought in here. While I was looking at them and marveling at the small quantity of dust I found, the woman herself disappeared behind a stack of boxes, for which there was undoubtedly no room in the shop.

Could she have gone for Mrs. Boppert already, or had she slipped into another room to hide the money which had come so unexpected, into her hands. I was not long left in doubt, for in another moment she returned with a flower-bedecked cap on her smooth gray head that transformed her into a figure at once so complacent, and so ridiculous, that had my nerves not been made of iron, I should certainly have betrayed my amusement. With it, she had also put on her company manner, and what with the smiles she bestowed upon me and her perfect satisfaction with her own appearance, I had all I could do to hold my own and keep her to the matter in hand. Finally she managed to take in my anxiety and her own duty, and saying that Mrs. Boppert could never refuse a cup of tea, offered to send her an invitation to supper.

As this struck me favorably, I nodded, at which she cocked her head on one side and insinuatingly whispered, and would you pay for the tea, ma'am? I uttered an indignant no, which seemed to surprise her. Immediately becoming humble again, she replied, It was no matter, that she had tea enough and that the shop would supply cakes and crackers, to all of which I responded with a look which awed her so completely, that she almost dropped the dishes with which she was endeavoring to set one of the tables. She does so hate to talk about the murder that it will be a perfect godsend to her,

to drop into good company like this with no prying neighbors about shall i set a chair for you ma'am i declined the honor saying that i would remain seated where i was adding as i saw her about to go let her walk straight in and she will be in the middle of the room before she sees me that will suit her and me too for after she has once seen me she won't be frightened but you are not to listen at the door this i said with great severity for i saw the woman was becoming very curious and having said it i waved her preemptorly away she didn't like it but a thought of the five dollars comforted her casting one final look at the table which was far from uninvitingly set she slipped out to her she slipped out to her and I was left to contemplate the dozen or so photographs that covered the walls. I found them so atrocious and their arrangements so distracting to my bump of order, which is of a pronounced character, that I finally shut my eyes on the whole scene, and in this attitude began to piece my thoughts together. But before I had proceeded far, steps were heard in the shop,

and the next moment the door flew open, and in popped Mrs. Boppert, with a face like a peony in full bloom. She stopped when she saw me and stared. Why, if it isn't the lady— Hush, shut the door. I have something very particular to say to you. Oh, she began, looking as if she wanted to back out. But I was too quick for her.

I shut the door myself, and taking her by the arm, seated her in the corner. You don't show much gratitude, I remarked. i did not know what she had to be grateful to me for but she had so plainly intimated at our first interview that she regarded me as having done her some favor that i was disposed to make what use of it i could to gain her confidence i know ma'am but if you could see how i've been harried ma'am it's the murder and nothing but the murder all the time and it was to get away from the talk about it that i came here ma'am and now it's the murder that i came here ma'am and now it's the murder and it was to get away from the talk about it that i came here ma'am and now it's and now it's you i see and you'll be talking about it too or why be in such a place as this ma'am and what if i do talk about it you know i'm your friend or i never would have done you that good turn the morning we came upon the poor girl's body i know ma'am and grateful i am for it too but i've never understood it ma'am was it to save me from being blamed by the wicked police or was it a dream you had and the gentleman had for i've heard what he said at the inquest and it's muddled my head until i don't know where i'm standing what i had said and what the gentleman had said what did the poor thing mean as i did not dare to show my ignorance i merely shook my head never mind what caused us to speak as we did as long as we helped you and we did help you the police never found out what you had to do with this woman's death did they

no ma'am oh no ma'am when such a respectable lady as you said that you saw the young lady come into the house in the middle of the night how was they to disbelieve it they never asked me if i knew any different no said i almost struck dumb by my success but letting no hint of my complacency escape me and i did not mean they should you are a decent woman mrs bobert and should not be troubled thank you ma'am but how did you know she had come to the house before i left did you see her i hate a lie as i do poison but i had to exercise all my christian principles not to tell one then no said i i didn't see her but i don't always have to use my eyes to know what is going on in my neighbor's houses which is true enough if it is somewhat humiliating to confess it oh ma'am how smart you are ma'am i wish i had some smartness in me but my husband had all that he was a man oh what's that nothing but the tea-caddy i knocked it over with my elbow how i do jump at everything i'm afraid of my own shadow ever since i saw that poor thing lying under that heap of crockery i don't wonder she must have pulled those things over herself don't you think so ma'am no one went in there to murder her but how came she to have those clothes on she was dressed quite different when i let her in i say it's all a muddle ma'am and it will be a smart man as can explain it or a smart woman i thought did i do wrong ma'am that's what plagues me she begged so hard to come in i didn't know how to shut the door on her besides her name was van bernam or so she told me here was a coil subduing my surprise i remarked if she asked you to let her in i do not see how you could refuse her was it in the morning or late in the afternoon she came

don't you know ma'am i thought you knew all about it from the way you talked had i been indiscreet could she not bear questioning eyeing her with some severity i declared in a less familiar tone than any i had yet used nobody knows more about it than i do but i do not know just the hour at which the lady came to the house but i do not ask you to tell me if you do not want to oh ma'am she humbly remonstrated i am sure i am willing to tell you everything it was in the afternoon while i was doing the front basement floor and she came to the basement door yes ma'am and asked to be let in yes ma'am young mrs van bernam yes ma'am dressed in a black and white plaid silk and wearing a hat covered with flowers yes ma'am or something like that i know it was very bright and becoming and why did she come to the basement door a lady dressed like that because she knew i couldn't open the front door that i hadn't the key oh she talked beautiful ma'am and wasn't proud with me a bit she made me let her stay in the house and when i said it would be dark after a while and that i hadn't done nothing to the rooms upstairs she laughed and said she didn't care that she wasn't afraid of the dark and had just as leave as not stay in the big house alone all night for she had a book did you say anything ma'am no no go on she had a book which she could read till she got sleepy i never thought anything would happen to her of course not why should you and so you let her into the house and left her there when you went out of it well i don't wonder you were shocked to see her lying dead on the floor next morning

awful ma'am i was afraid they would blame me for what had happened but i didn't do nothing to make her die i only let her stay in the house do you think they will do anything to me if they know it no said i trying to understand this woman's ignorant fears they don't punish such things more is the pity this in confidence to myself how could you know that a piece of furniture would fall on her before morning did you lock her in when you left the house yes ma'am she told me to then she was a prisoner confounded by the mystery of the whole affair i sat so still the woman looked up in wonder and i saw i had better continue my questions what reason did she give for wanting to stay in the house all night what reason ma'am i don't know something about her having to be there when mr van bernam came home i didn't make it out and i didn't try to i was too busy wondering what she would have to eat and what did she have i don't know ma'am she said she had something but i didn't see it perhaps you were blinded by the money she gave you she gave you some of course oh not much ma'am not much and i wouldn't have taken a cent if it had not seemed to make her so happy to give it the pretty pretty thing a real lady whatever they say about her and happy you said she was happy cheerful looking and pretty oh yes ma'am she didn't know what was going to happen i even heard her sing after she went upstairs i wished that my ears had been attending to their duty that day and i might have heard her sing too

but the walls between my house and that of the van bernam's are very thick as i have had occasion to observe more than once then she went upstairs before you left to be sure ma'am what would she do in the kitchen and you didn't see her again no ma'am but i heard her walking around in the parlors you mean yes ma'am in the parlors you did not go up yourself no ma'am i had enough to do below Didn't you go up when you went away? No, ma'am, I didn't like to. When did you go? At five, ma'am, I always go at five. How did you know it was five? The kitchen clock told me, I wound it, ma'am,

and said it when the whistles blew at twelve. Was that the only clock you wound? Only clock? Do you think I'd be going around the house, winding any others? Her face showed such surprise, and her eyes met mine, and so frankly that I was convinced she spoke the truth. Gratified, I don't know why, I bestowed upon her my first smile, which seemed to affect her, for her face softened, and she looked at me quite eagerly for a minute before she said,

You don't think so very bad of me, do you, ma'am? But I had been struck by a thought, which made me for the moment oblivious to her question. She had wound the clock in the kitchen for her own uses, and why may not the lady above have wound the one in the parlour for hers? Filled with this startling idea, I remarked. The young lady wore a watch, of course, but the suggestion passed unheeded. Mrs. Boppert was as much absorbed in her own thoughts as I was. Did young Mrs. Van Burnum wear a watch, I persisted. Mrs. Boppert's face remained blank, provoked at her,

impassibility, I shook her with an angry hand imperatively demanding. What are you thinking of? Why don't you answer my questions? She was herself again in an instant. Oh, ma'am, I beg your pardon. I was wondering if you meant the parlor clock. I calmed myself, looking severe to hide my more than eager interest, and sharply cried, Of course I mean the parlor clock.

Did you wind it? oh no no no i would just as soon think of touching gold or silver but the young lady did i'm sure ma'am for i heard it strike when she was setting of it ah if my nature had not been an undemonstrative one and if i had not been bred to a strong sense of social distinctions i might have betrayed my satisfaction at this announcement in a way that would have made this homely german woman start as it was i sat stock still and even made her think i had not heard her venturing to rouse me a bit she spoke again after a minute's silence she might have been lonely you know ma'am and the ticking of a clock is such company yes i answered with more than my accustomed vivacity for she jumped as if i had struck her you have hit the nail on the head mrs and are a much smarter woman than i thought but when did she wind the clock at five o'clock ma'am just before i left the house oh and did she know you were going i think so ma'am for i called up just before i put on my bonnet that it was five o'clock and that i was going oh did you and did she answer back yes ma'am i heard her step in the hall and then her voice she asked if i was sure it was five and she was five and she asked if i was sure it was five and she was five and she was she was she and I told her yes, because I had set the kitchen clock at twelve.

She didn't say any more, but just after that I heard the parlor clock begin to strike. Oh, thought I, what cannot be got out of the most stupid and unwilling witness by patience and a judicious use of questions. To know that this clock was started after five o'clock, that is, after the hour at which the hands pointed when it fell, and that it was set correctly in starting, and so would give indisputable testimony of the hour when the shelves fell were points of greatest importance i was so pleased i gave the woman another smile instantly she cried but you won't say anything about it will you ma'am they might make me pay for all the things that were broke my smile this time was not one of encouragement simply but it might have been anything for all the effect it had on her the intricacies of the affair had disturbed her poor brain again and all her powers of mind were given up to lament oh she bemoaned i wish i had never seen her my head wouldn't ache so with the muddle of it why ma'am her husband said he came to the house at midnight with his wife how could he when she was inside of it all the time

but then perhaps he said that just as you did to save me blame but why should a gentleman like him do that it isn't worth while for you to bother your head about it i expostulated it is a gentleman like him do that it isn't worth while for you to bother your head about it expostulated it is a gentleman to bother your head about it is enough that my head aches over it i don't suppose she understood me or tried to her wits had been sorely tried and my rather severe questioning had not tended to clear them at all events she went on in another moment as if i had not spoken but what became of her pretty dress i was never so astonished in my life as when i saw that dark skirt on her she might have left her fine gown upstairs i ventured not wishing to go into the niceties of evidence with this woman so she might so she might and that may have been her pettico we saw but in another moment she saw the impossibility of this for she added but i saw her petticoat and it was a brown silk one. She showed it when she lifted her skirt to get at her purse. I don't understand it, ma'am. As her face by this time was almost purple, I thought it a mercy to close the interview, so I uttered some few words of a soothing and encouraging nature, and then seeing that something more tangible was necessary to restore her to any proper condition of spirits, I took out

my pocket-book and bestowed on her some of my loose silver. was something she could understand she brightened immediately and before she was well through her expressions of delight i had quitted the room and in a few minutes later the shop i hope the two women had their cup of tea after that end of chapter nineteen chapter twenty miss butterworth's theory i was so excited when i entered my carriage that i rode all the way home with my bonnet askew and never knew it when i reached my room and saw myself in the glass i was shocked and stole a glance at lena who was setting out my little tea-table to see if she noticed what a ridiculous figure i cut but she is discretion itself and for a girl with two undeniable dimples in her cheeks smiled seldom at least when i am looking at her she was not smiling now and though for the reason given above this was not as comforting as it may appear i chose not to worry myself any longer about such a trifle when i had matters of so much more importance on my mind taking off my bonnet whose rakish appearance had given me such a shock i sat down and for half an hour neither moved nor spoke i was thinking a theory which had faintly suggested itself to me at the inquest was taking on a body with these later developments two hats had been found on the scene of the tragedy and two pairs of gloves and now i learned that there had been two women there

the one of whom mrs boppert had locked into the house on leaving it and the one whom i had seen enter at midnight with mr van bernam which of the two had perished we had been led to think and mr van bernam had himself acknowledged that it was his wife but his wife had been dressed quite differently from the murdered woman and was as i soon began to see much more likely to have been the assassin than the victim would you like to know my reasons for this extraordinary statement if so they are these i had always seen a woman's hand in this work but having no reason to believe in the presence of any other woman on the scene of the crime than the victim i had put this suspicion aside as untenable but now that i had found the second woman i returned to it but how connect her with the murder it seemed easy enough to do so if this other woman was her rival we have heard of no rival but she may have known of one and this knowledge may have been at the bottom of her disagreement with her husband and the half-crazed determination she evinced to win the family over to her side let us say then that the second woman was mrs van bernam's rival that he brought her there not knowing that his wife had effected an entrance into the house brought her there after an afternoon spent at the hotel d during which he had furnished her with a new outfit of a less pronounced type perhaps than that she had previously worn The use of the two carriages and the care they took to throw suspicion off their track

may have been part of a scheme of future elopement, for I had no idea they meant to remain in Mr. Van Burnham's house. For what purpose then did they go there? To meet Mrs. Van Burnham and kill her, that their way might be clearer for flight? No. I had rather think that they went to the house without a thought of whom they would encounter, and that only after they had entered the parlors did he realize that the two women he least wished to see together had been brought by his folly face to face. The presence in the third room of Mrs. Van Burnham's hat, gloves, and novel seemed to argue that she had spent the evening in reading by the dining-room table.

But whether this was so or not, the stopping of a carriage in front and the opening of the door by an accustomed hand, undoubtedly assured her that either the old gentleman or some other member of the family had unexpectedly arrived. She was, therefore, in or near the parlor door when they entered, and the shock of meeting her hated rival in company with her husband, under the very roof where she had hoped to lay the foundations of her future happiness, must have been great, if not maddening. accusations, recriminations even, did not satisfy her. She wanted to kill, but she had no weapon.

Suddenly her eyes fell on the hat-pin, which her more self-possessed rival had drawn from her hat, possibly before their encounter, and she conceived a plan which seemed to promise her the very revenge she sought. How she carried it out, by what means she was enabled to approach her victim and inflict with such certainty the fatal stab which laid her enemy at her feet can be left to the imagination. But that she, a woman, and not Howard, a man, drove this woman's weapon into her stranger's spine.

I will yet prove, or lose all faith in my own intuitions. But if this theory is true, how about the shelves that fell at daybreak, and how about her escape from the house without detection? A little thought will explain all that. The man, horrified no doubt, at the result of his imprudence, and execrating the crime to which it had led, left the house almost immediately. But the woman remained there, possibly because she had fainted, possibly because he would have nothing to do with her, and coming to herself, saw her victim's face staring up at her with an accusing beauty

she found it impossible to meet. What should she do to escape it? Where should she go? She hated it so she could have trampled on it, but she restrained her passions till daybreak, when in one wild burst of fury and hatred, she drew down the cabinet upon it, and then fled the scene of horror she herself had caused. This was at five, or to be exact, three minutes before that hour, as shown by the clock she had carelessly set in her lighter moment. moments. She escaped by the front door which her husband had mercifully foreborne to lock, and she had not been discovered by the police because her appearance did not tally with the description which had been given them. How did I know this? Remember the discoveries I had made

in Miss Van Burnham's room, and allow them to assist you in understanding my conclusions. Someone had gone into that room, someone who wanted pins, and keeping this fact before my eyes, I saw through the motive and the actions of the escaping woman. She had on a dress separated at the waist, and finding, perhaps, a spot of blood on the skirt, she conceived the plan of covering it with her petticoat, which was also of silk, and undoubtedly, as well made as many women's dresses. but the skirt of the gown was longer than the petticoat, and she was obliged to pin it up.

Having no pins herself and finding none on the parlor floor, she went upstairs to get some. The door at the head of the stairs was locked, but the front room was open, so she entered there. Groping her way to the bureau, for the place was very dark, she found a pin cushion hanging from a bracket, feeling it to be full of pins, and knowing that she could see nothing.

where she was, she tore it away and carried it towards the door. Here there was some light from the skylight over the stairs, so setting the cushion down on the bed she pinned up the skirt of her gown. When this was done, she started away, brushing the cushion off the bed in her excitement, and fearing to be traced by her many-colored hat, or having no courage remaining for facing again the horror in the parlor. She slid out without one, and went, god knows whither in her terror and remorse so much for my theory now for the facts standing in the way of its complete acceptance

there were two the scar on the ankle of the dead girl which was a peculiarity of louise van bernum and the mark of the rings on her fingers but who had identified the scar her husband no one else and if the other woman had by some strange freak of chance a scar also on her left foot then the otherwise unaccountable apathy he had shown at being told of this distinctive mark as well as his temerity in afterwards taking it as a basis for his false identification becomes equally consistent and natural and as for the marks of the rings it would be strange if such a woman did not wear rings and plenty of them Howard's conduct under examination and the contradiction between his first assertions and those that followed all became clear in the light of this new theory. He had seen his wife kill a defenseless woman before his eyes, and whether influenced by his old affection for her or by his pride in her good name, he could not but be anxious to conceal her guilt even at the cost of his own truthfulness. As long Van Nu's circumstances permitted, he persevered his indifferent attitude, and denied that the dead woman was his wife. But when driven to the wall by the indisputable proof, which was brought forth of his wife having been in the place of the murder, he saw or thought he did, that a continued denial on his part of Louise van Burnham being the victim might lead sooner or later to the suspicion of her being the murderer.

and influenced by this fear took the sudden resolution of profiting by all the points which the two women had in common by acknowledging what everybody had expected him to acknowledge from the first that the woman at the morgue was his wife this would exonerate her rid him of any apprehension he may have entertained of her ever returning to be a disgrace to him and would and perhaps this thought influenced him most for who can understand such men or the passions that sway them insure the object of his late devotion a decent burial in a christian cemetery to be sure the risk he ran was great but the emergency was great and he may not have stopped to come the cost. At all events, the fact is certain that he perjured himself. When he said that it was his wife, he brought to the house from the Hotel D. And if he perjured himself in this regard, he probably perjured himself in others, and his testimony is not at all to be relied upon. Convinced, though I was in my own mind, that I had struck a truth which would bear the closest investigation. I was not satisfied to act upon it till I had put it to the test. The means I took

to do this were daring, and quite in keeping with the whole desperate affair. They promised, however, a result important enough to make Mr. Grice blush for the disdain with which he had met my threats of interference. End of Chapter 20. Chapter 21 of That Affair Next Door This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording to-day by Dawn Larson in Minnesota. That Affair Next Door by Anna Kay Green, Chapter 21, A Shrewd Conjecture The test of which I speak was as follows. I would advertise for a person dressed as I believed Mrs.

Van Burnham to have been when she left the scene of crime. If I received news of such a person, I might safely consider my theory established. I accordingly wrote the following advertisement. Information wanted of a woman who applied for lodgings on the morning of the 18th, dressed in a brown silk skirt and a black and white plaid blouse of fashionable cut. She was without a hat, or if a person so dressed, wore a hat, then it was bought early in the morning at some store, in which case let shopkeepers take notice. The person answering this description is eagerly sought for by her relatives, and to anyone giving positive information of the same, a liberal reward will be paid.

Please address T.W. Alvord, Liberty Street. I purposely did not mention her personal appearance, for fear of attracting the attention of the police. This done, I wrote the following letter. Dear Miss Ferguson, one clever woman recognizes another. I am clever and am not ashamed to own it. You are clever and should not be ashamed to be told so. I was a witness at the inquest in which you so notably distinguished yourself, and I said then, there is a woman after my own heart.

but a truce to compliments what i want and ask of you to procure for me is a photograph of mrs van bernam i am a friend of the family and consider them to be in more trouble than they deserve if i had her picture i would show it to the mrs van bernam who feel great remorse at their treatment of her and who want to see how she looked cannot you find one in their rooms the one in mr howard's room here has been confiscated by the police. Hoping that you will feel disposed to oblige me in this, and I assure you that my motives in making this request are most excellent, I remain, cordially yours, Amelia Butterworth. P.S. Address me, if you please, at 564 Avenue, care of J. H. Denham.

This was my grocer, with whom I left word the next morning to deliver this package in the next bushel of potatoes he sent me. My smart little maid, Lena, carried these two communications to the east side, where she posted the letter herself, and entrusted the advertisement to a lover of hers, who carried it to the Herald office. While she was gone, I tried to rest by exercising my mind in other directions. But I could not. I kept going over Howard's testimony in the last. light of my own theory, and remarking how the difficulty he experienced in maintaining the position he had taken, forced him into inconsistencies and far-fetched explanations.

With his wife for a companion at the Hotel D, his conduct both there and on the road to his father's house, was that of a much weaker man than his words and appearance led one to believe. but if on the contrary he had with him a woman with whom he was about to elope and what did the packing up of all his effects mean if not that all the precautions they took seemed reasonable later my mind fixed itself on one point if it was his wife who was with him as he said then the bundle they dropped at the old woman's feet contained the much talked of plaid silk if it was not then it was a gown of some different material now could this bundle be found if it could then why had not mr gryce produced it the sight of mrs van bernam's plaid silk spread out on the coroner's table would have had a great effect in clinching the suspicion against her husband but no plaid silk had been found because it was not dropped in the bundle but worn away on the murderess's back and no old woman. I thought I knew the reason for this, too.

There was no old woman to be found, and the bundle they carried had been got rid of in some other way. What way? I would take a walk down that same block and see, and I would take it at the midnight hour, too, for only so could I judge of the possibilities there offered for concealing or destroying such an article. Having made this decision,

I cast about to see how I could carry it into effect. I am not a coward, but I have a respectability to maintain, and what errand could Miss Butterworth be supposed to have in the streets at 12 o'clock at night? Fortunately, I remembered that my cook had complained of a toothache when I gave her my orders for breakfast, and going down at once into the kitchen, where she sat with her cheek propped in her hand waiting for Lena, I said with an asperity which admitted of no reply,

You have a dreadful tooth, Sarah, and you must have something done for it at once. When Lena comes home, send her to me. I am going to the drugstore for some drops, and I want Lena to accompany me. She looked astounded, of course, but I would not let her answer me. Do not speak a word, I cried. It will only make your toothache worse, and don't look as if some hobgoblin had jumped up on the kitchen table. I guess I know my duty, and just what kind of a breakfast I will have in the morning,

if you sit up all night groaning with the toothache. And I was out of the room before she had more than begun to say that it was not so bad, and that I needn't trouble and all that, which was true enough, no doubt, but not what I wanted to hear at that moment. When Lena came in, I saw by the brightness of her, her face that she had accomplished her double errand i therefore signified to her that i was satisfied and asked if she was too tired to go out again saying quite preemptorily that sarah was ill and that i was going to the drug-store for some medicine and did not wish to go alone lena's round-eyed wonder was amusing but she is very discreet as i have said before and she ventured nothing save a meek it's very late miss butterworth which was an unnecessary remark as she soon saw i do not like to obtrude my aristocratic tendencies too much into this narrative but when i found myself in the streets alone with lena i could not help feeling some secret qualms lest my conduct savored of impropriety

but the thought that i was working in the cause of truth and justice came to sustain me and before i had gone two blocks i felt as much at home under the midnight skies as if i were walking home from church on a sunday afternoon there is a certain drug store on third avenue where i like to deal and towards this i ostensibly directed my steps but i took pains to go by the way of lexington avenue and twenty seventh street and upon reaching the block where this mysterious couple were seen, gave all my attention to the possible hiding places it offered. Lena, who had followed me like my shadow, and who was evidently too dumbfounded at my freak to speak, drew up to my side as we were halfway down it and seized me, tremblingly, by the arm. "'Two men are coming,' said she. "'I am not afraid of men,' was my sharp rejoinder. but i told a most abominable lie for i am afraid of them in such places and under such circumstances though not under ordinary conditions and never where the tongue is likely to be the only weapon employed

the couple who were approaching us now seemed to be in a merry mood but when they saw us keep to our own side of the way they stopped their chaffing and allowed us to go by with just a mocking word or two sarah ought to be very much obliged to you whispered lena at the corner of third avenue i paused i had seen nothing so far but bare stoop's and dark areaways nothing to suggest a place for the disposal of such cumbersome articles as these persons had made way with had the avenue anything better to offer i stopped under the gas-lamp at the corner to consider notwithstanding lena's gentle pulls to toward the drugstore. Looking to left and right and over the muddy crossings, I sought for inspiration. An almost obstinate belief in my own theory led me to insist in my own mind that they had encountered no old woman, and consequently had not dropped their bundles in the open street. I even entered into an argument about it, standing there with the cable cars whistling by me, and Lena tugging away at my arm.

If, said I to myself, the woman with him had been his wife, and the whole thing nothing more than a foolish escapade, they might have done this. But she was not his wife, and the game they were playing was serious. If they did laugh over it, and so their disposal of these tell-tale articles would be serious, and such as would protect their secret, where then could they have thrust them?

my eyes as i muttered this were on the one shop in my line of vision that was still open and lighted it was the den of a chinese laundry man and through the windows in front i could see him still at work ironing ah thought i and made such a start across the street that lena gasped in dismay and almost fell to the ground in her frightened attempt to follow me not that way she called miss butterworth you are going wrong but i kept right on and only stopped when i reached the laundry i have an errand here i explained wait in the doorway lena and don't act as if you thought me crazy for i was never saner in my life i don't think this reassured her much lunatics not being supposed to be very good judges of their own mental condition but she was so accustomed to obey that she drew back as i opened the door before me and entered the surprise on the face of the poor chinaman when he turned and saw before him a lady of years and no ordinary appearance daunted me for an instant but another look only showed me that his very surprise was inoffensive and gathering courage from the unexpectedness of my own position i inquired with all the politeness i could show one of his abominable nationality didn't a gentleman and a heavily veiled lady leave a package with you a few days ago at about the same hour of night as this some lele clothes washy yes ma'am no done she telly me no collie for one week then that's all right the lady has died very suddenly and the gentleman gone away you will have to keep the clothes a long time me wanty money no wanty clow i'll pay for them i don't care about them being ironed givey tickey givy clow no givey clow

this was a poser but as i did not want the clothes so much as a look at them i soon got the better of this difficulty i don't want them to-night said i only wanted to make sure you had them what night were these people here tuesday night velly late nicey man nicey lady she wanty talk nicey man he pully i know here if muchy stash all washy see he went on dragging a basket out of the corner. Him no, Ion. I was in such a quiver, so struck with amazement at my own perspicacity, in surmising that here was a place where a bundle of underclothing could be lost indefinitely,

that I just stared while he turned over the clothes in the basket. For by means of the quality of the articles he was preparing to show me, the question which had been agitating me for hours could be definitely decided. If they proved to be fine in a foreign manufacture, then Howard's story was true and all my fine-spun theories

must fall to the ground. But if, on the contrary, they were such as are usually worn by American women, then my own idea as to the identity of the woman who left them here was established, and I could safely consider her

as the victim and Louise van Burnham as the murderess, unless further facts came to prove that he was the guilty one after all. The sight of Lena's eyes staring at me with great anxiety through the pains of the door distracted my attention for a moment, and when I looked again, he was holding up two or three garments before me. The articles thus revealed told their story in a moment. They were far from fine, and had even less embroidery on them than I expected. Are there any marks on them, I asked. He showed me two letters stamped in indelible ink on the band of the skirt.

I did not have my glasses with me, but the ink was black, and I read, O, R. The minks's initials, thought I. When I left the place, my complacency was such that Lena did not know what to make of me. She has since informed me that I looked as if I wanted to shout hurrah, but I cannot believe I so far forgot myself as that. But pleased as I was, I had only discovered how one bundle had been disposed of. The dress and outside fixing still had to be accounted for, and I was the woman to do it. We had mechanically moved in the direction of the drugstore, and were near the curbstone when I reached this point in my meditations. It had rained a little bit of the little,

while before, and a small stream was running down the gutter and emptying itself into the sewer opening. The sight of it sharpened my wits. If I wanted to get rid of anything of damaging character, I would drop it at the mouth of one of these holes, and gently thrust it into the sewer with my foot, thought I, and never doubting that I had found an explanation of the disappearance of the second bundle, I walked on, deciding that if I had the police at my command, I would have the sewer searched at those four corners. We rode home after visiting the drugstore. I was not going to subject Lena or myself to another midnight walk through 27th Street. End of Chapter 21. Chapter 22. A blank card. The next day at noon, Lena brought me up a card.

on her tray, it was a perfectly blank one. Miss Van Burnham's maid said you sent for this, was her demure announcement. Miss Van Burnham's maid is right, said I, taking the card and with it a fresh installment of courage. Nothing happened for two days, then there came word from the kitchen that a bushel of potatoes had arrived. Going down to see them, I drew from their midst a large square envelope, which I immediately carried to my room. It failed to contain a photograph, but there was a letter in it, couched in these terms. Dear Miss Butterworth, the esteem which you are good enough to express for me, is returned. I regret that I cannot oblige you.

There are no photographs to be found in Mrs. Van Burenne's rooms. Perhaps this fact may be accounted for by the curiosity shown in these apartments. by a very spruce new border we have had from New York. His taste for that particular quarter of the house was such that I could not keep him away from it except by lock and key. If there was a picture there of Mrs. Van Burnham, he took it, for he departed very suddenly one night.

I am glad he took nothing more with him. The talks he had with my servant girl have almost led to my dismissing her. praying your pardon for the disappointment I am forced to give you, I remain yours sincerely. Susan Ferguson So, so, balked by an emissary of Mr. Grice. Well, well, we would do without the photograph. Mr. Grice might need it, but not Amelia Butterworth.

This was on Thursday, and on the evening of Saturday the long-desired clue was given me. It came in the shape of a letter brought me by Mr. Elvord. Our interview was not an agreeable one. Mr. Elvord is a clever man and an adroit one, or I should not persist in employing him as my lawyer. But he has never understood me. At this time and with this letter in his hand, he understood me less than ever,

which naturally called out my powers of self-assertion, and led to some lively conversation between us. But that is neither here nor there. He had brought me an answer to my advertisement, and I was presently engrossed by it. It was an uneducated woman's epistle, and its chirography and spelling were dreadful, so I will just mention its contents, which were highly interesting in themselves, as I think you will acknowledge. She, that is, the writer, whose name as nearly as I could make out was bertha desperger knew such a person as i described and could give me news of her if i would come to her house in west ninth street at four o'clock sunday afternoon if i would i think my face must have shown my satisfaction for mr elvord who was watching me sarcastically remarked you don't seem to find any difficulties in that communication now what do you think of this one

he held out another letter which had been directed to him and which he had opened its contents called up a shade of color to my cheek for i did not want to go through the annoyance of explaining myself again dear sir from a strange advertisement which has lately appeared in the herald i gather that information is wanted of a young woman who on the morning of the eighteenth entered my store without any bonnet on her head and saying she had met with an accident bought a hat which she immediately put on she was pale as a girl could be and looked so ill that i asked her if she was well enough to be out alone but she gave me no reply and left the store as soon as possible that is all i can tell you about her with this was enclosed his card phineas cox millinery trimmed and untrimmed hats sixth avenue now what does this mean asked mr alvord the morning of the 18th was the morning when the murder was discovered in which you have shown such interest it means i retorted with some spirit for simple dignity was thrown away on this man that i made a mistake in choosing your office as a medium for my business communications this was to the point and he said no more though he eyed the letter in my hand very curiously and seemed more than tempted to renew the hostilities with which we had opened our interview. Had it not been Saturday and late in the day at that, I would have visited Mr. Cox's store before I slept, but as it was I felt obliged to wait until Monday. Meanwhile, I had before me the still more important interview with Mrs. Desperger.

As I had no reason to think that my visiting any number in Ninth Street would arouse suspicion in the police, I rode there quite boldly the next day, and with listening to you. lena at my side entered the house of mrs bertha desperger for this trip i had dressed myself plainly and drawn over my eyes and the puffs which i still think it becoming in a woman of my age to wear a dotted veil thick enough to conceal my features without robbing me of that aspect of benignity necessary to the success of my mission lena wore her usual neat gray dress and looked the picture of all virtues. A large brass door-plate well rubbed was the first sign vouchsafed us of the respectability of the house we were about to enter, and the parlor, when we were ushered into it, fully carried out the promise thus held forth on the doorstep. It was respectable, but in wretched taste as regards to colors. I, who have the nicest taste in such matters,

looked about me in dismay as I encountered the greens and blues, the crimsons and purples, which everywhere surrounded me. But I was not on a visit to a temple of art, and resolutely shutting my eyes to the offending splendor about me. Worstead splendor, you understand, I waited with subdued expectation for the lady of the house. She came in presently, be decked in a flowered gown, that was an epitome of the blaze of colors everywhere surrounding us. But her face was a good one, and I saw that I had neither guile nor overmuch shrewdness to contend with. She had seen the coach at the door, and she was all smiles and flutter. You have come for the poor girl who stopped here a few days ago, she began, glancing from

my face to Lena's, with an equally inquiring air, which in itself would have shown her utter ignorance of social distinctions, if I had not bidden Lena to keep at my side and hold her head up as if she had business there as well as myself. "'Yes,' returned I, "'we have. "'Lina here has lost a relative, which was true, and knowing no other way of finding her, I suggested the insertion of an advertisement in the paper. "'You read the description given, of course. "'Has the person answering it been in this house?'

Yes, she came on the morning of the 18th. I remember it because that was the very day my cook left, and I have not got another one yet. She sighed and went on, I took a great interest in the unhappy young woman. Was she your sister? This, somewhat doubtfully to Lena, who perhaps had too few colors on to suit her.

No, answered Lena. She wasn't my sister, but... I immediately took the words out of her mouth. at what time did she come here and how long did she stay we want to find her very much did she give you any name or tell where she was going she said her name was oliver i thought of the o r on the clothes at the laundry but i knew this wasn't so and if she had not looked so very modest i might have hesitated to take her in but lor i can't resist a girl in trouble and she was in trouble if ever a girl was. And then she had money. Do you know what her trouble was?

This again to Lena, and with an air at once suspicious and curious. But Lena had a good face, too, and her frank eyes at once disarmed the weak and good-natured woman before us. I thought, she went on, before Lena could answer, that whatever it was, you had nothing to do with it, nor this lady either.

No, and her. answered Lena, seeing that I wished her to do the talking. And we don't know, which was true enough, so far as Lena went, just what her trouble was. Didn't she tell you? She told nothing. When she came, she said she wanted to stay with me a little while. I sometimes take boarders. She had twenty in the house at that minute if she had one. Did she think I couldn't see the length of her dining-room table through the crack of the parlor door. "'I can pay,' she said, which I had not doubted, for her blouse was a very expensive one,

though I thought her skirt looked queer, and her hat. Did I say she had a hat on? You seemed to doubt that fact in your advertisement. Goodness me, if she had had no hat on, she wouldn't have got as far as my parlor mat. But her blouse showed her to be a lady, and then her face. It was as white as your handkerchief there, madam, but so sweet. I thought of the Madonna faces I had seen in the Catholic churches.

I started, inwardly commenting, Madonna-like? That woman? But a glance at the room about me, reassured me. The owner of such hideous sofas and chairs, and of the many pictures effacing, or rather defacing, the paper on the walls, could not be a judge of Madonna-face. faces you admire everything that is good and lovely i suggested for mrs desperger had paused at the movement i made yes it is in my nature to do so madam i love the beautiful and she cast a half-apologetic half-proud look about her so i listened to the girl and let her sit down in my parlor she had had nothing to eat that morning and though she didn't ask for it i went to order her a cup of tea for i knew she couldn't get upstairs without it

her eyes followed me when i went out of the room in a way that haunted me and when i came back i shall never forget it ma'am there she lay stretched out on the floor with her face on the ground and her hands thrown out wasn't it horrible ma'am i don't wonder you shudder did i shudder if i did it was because i was thinking of that other woman the victim of this one whom i had seen with her face turned upward and her arms outstretched in the gloom of Mr. Van Burnham's half-closed parlor. She looked as if she was dead, the good woman continued, but just as I was about to call for help, her fingers moved, and I rushed to lift her. She was neither dead nor had she fainted. She was simply dumb with misery.

What could have happened to her? I have asked myself a hundred times. My mouth was shut very tight, but I shut it still tighter, for the temptation was great to cry. She had just committed murder. As it was, no sound would ever left my lips, and the good woman doubtless thought me no better than a stone,

for she turned with a shrug to Lena, repeating still more wistfully than before. Don't you know what her trouble was? But of course poor Lena had nothing to say, and the woman went on with a sigh. Well, I suppose I shall never know what had used that poor creature up so completely. But whatever it was, it gave me enough trouble, though I do not want to complain of it, for why are we here, if not to help and comfort the miserable?

It was an hour, ma'am, it was an hour, miss, before I could get that poor girl to speak. But when I did succeed and had got her to drink the tea and eat a bit of toast, then I felt quite repaid by the look of gratitude she gave me, and the way she clung to my little. my sleeve when I tried to leave her for a minute. It was this sleeve, ma'am, she explained, lifting a cluster of rainbow flounces and ribbons, which but a minute before had looked little short of ridiculous in my eyes, but which in the light of the wearer's kind-heartedness had lost some of their offensive appearance. Poor Mary, murmured Lena, with what I considered most admirable presence of mind. What name did you say? cried Mrs. Desperger,

eager enough to learn all she could of her late mysterious lodger i had rather not tell her name protested lena with a timid air that admirably fitted her rather doll-like prettiness she didn't tell you what it was and i don't think i ought to good for little lena and she did not even know for whom or what she was playing the role i had set her i thought you said mary but i won't be inquisitive with you i wasn't so with her but where was i in my story oh i got her so she could speak and afterwards i helped her upstairs but she didn't stay there long when i came back at lunch time i have to do my marketing no matter what happens i found her sitting before a table with her head on her hands. She had been weeping, but her face was quite composed now and almost hard. Oh, you good woman, she cried when I came in. I want to thank you, but I wouldn't let her go on wasting words like that. And presently she was saying quite wildly, I want to begin a new life, I want to act as if I had never had a yesterday. I have had trouble, overwhelming trouble, but I will get something out of existence yet.

I will live, and in order to do so, I will work. Have you a paper, Mrs. Desperger, I want to look at the advertisements. I brought her a herald, and went to preside at my lunch-table. When I saw her again she looked almost cheerful. I have found just what I want, she cried, a companion's place. But I cannot apply in this dress, and she looked at the great puffs of her silk-blood. as if they gave her the horrors though why i cannot imagine for they were in the latest style and rich enough for a millionaire's daughter though as to colors i like brighter ones myself would you she was very timid about it buy me some things if i gave you the money if there is one thing more than another that i like it is to shop so i expressed my willingness to oblige her and that afternoon i set out

with a nice little sum of money to buy her some clothes. I should have enjoyed it more if she had let me do my own choosing. I saw the loveliest pink and green blouse, but she was very set about what she wanted, and so I just got her some plain things, which I think even you, ma'am, would have approved of. I brought them home myself, for she wanted to apply immediately for the place she had seen advertised. but, oh dear, when I went up to her room, Was she gone? Burst in Lena? Oh, no, but there was such a smudge in it,

and, and, I could cry when I think of it. There in the grate were the remains of her beautiful silk blouse, all smoking and ruined. She had tried to burn it, and she had succeeded, too. I could not get a piece out as big as my hand. But you got some of it, blurted, it out, Lena, guided by a look which I gave her. Yes, scraps, it was so handsome.

I think I have a bit in my work-basket now. Oh, get it for me, urged Lena. I want it to remember her by. My work-basket is here, and going to a sort of etageire, covered with a thousand knick-knacks picked up at bargain counters, she opened a little cupboard and brought out a basket, from which she presently pulled a small square of silk. it was as she said of the richest weaving and was as i had not the least doubt a portion of the dress worn by mrs van bernam from hadham yes it was hers said lena reading the expression of my face and putting the scrap away very carefully in her pocket

well i would have given her five dollars for that blouse murmured mrs desperger regretfully but girls like her are so improvident and did she leave that day i asked seeing that it was hard for this woman to tear her thoughts away from this coveted article yes ma'am it was late and i had but little hopes of her getting the situation she was after but she promised to come back if she didn't and as she did not come back i decided that she was more successful than i had anticipated and don't you know where she went didn't she confide in you at all no but as there were but three advertisements for a lady companion in the herald that day it will be easy to find her would you like to see those advertisements i saved them out of curiosity. I assented, as you may believe, and she brought us the clippings at once. Two of them I read without emotion, but the third almost took my breath away.

It was an advertisement for a lady companion, accustomed to the typewriter, and of some taste in dressmaking, and the address given was that of Miss Althorpe. If this woman steeped in misery and darkened by crime should be there, as i shall not mention mrs desperger again for some time i will here say that at the first opportunity which presented itself i sent lena to the shops with orders to buy and have sent to mrs desperger the ugliest and most flaunting of silk blouses that could be found on sixth avenue and as lena's dimples were more than usually pronounced on her return i have no doubt that she chose one to suit the taste and warm the body of the estimable woman whose kind nature had made such a favorable impression upon me

end of chapter twenty two chapter twenty three of that affair next door this is a librivox recording all librovoc's recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox dot org recording to-day by don larson in minnesota that affair next door by anna k green chapter twenty three ruth oliver from mrs jasperger's i rode immediately to miss altthorpe's for the purpose of satisfying myself at once as to the presence there of the unhappy fugitive i was tracing six o'clock sunday night is not a favorable hour for calling at a young lady's house especially when that young lady has a lover who is in the habit of taking tea with the family but i was in a mood to transgress all rules and even to forget the rights of lovers besides much is forgiven a woman of my stamp especially by a person of the good sense and amiability of miss althorpe that i was not mistaken in my calculations was evident from the greeting i received miss althorpe came forward as graciously and with as little surprise in her manner as any one could expect under the circumstances and for a moment i was so touched by her beauty and the unaffected charm of her manners that i forgot my errand and only thought of the pleasure of meeting a lady who fairly comes up to the standard one has secretly set for one's self of course she is much younger than i some say she is only twenty-three but a lady is a lady at any age and ella althorpe might be a model for a much older woman than myself

the room in which we were seated was a large one and though i could hear mr stone's voice in the adjoining apartment i did not fear to broach the subject i had come to discuss you may think this intrusion in an odd one i began but i believe you advertised a few days ago for a young lady companion have you been suited miss elthorpe oh yes i have a young person with me whom i like very much ah you are supplied is she any one you know no she is a stranger and what is more she brought no recommendations with her but her appearance is so attractive and her desire for the place was so great that i consented to try her and she is very satisfactory poor girl very satisfactory indeed ah here was an opportunity for questions without showing too much eagerness and yet with a proper show of interest i smilingly remarked no one can be called poor long who remains under your roof miss elthorpe but perhaps she has lost friends so many nice girls are thrown upon their own resources by the death of relatives she does not wear mourning but she is in some great trouble for all that but this cannot interest you miss butterworth have you some protege whom you wish to recommend for the position i heard her but did not answer at once in fact i was thinking how to proceed should i take her into my confidence or should i continue the ambiguous manner in which i had begun seeing her smile i became conscious of the awkward silence pardon me said i resuming my best manner but there is something i want to say which may strike you as peculiar oh no she said i am interested in the girl you have befriended and for very different reasons from those you suppose

i fear i have great reason to fear that she is not just the person you would like to harbor under your roof indeed why what do you know about her anything bad miss butterworth i shook my head and prayed her first to tell me how the girl looked and under what circumstances she came to her for i was desirous of making no mistake concerning her identity with the person of whom i was in search she is a sweet-looking girl was the answer i received not beautiful but interesting in expression and manner she has brown hair i shuddered brown eyes and a mouth that would be lovely if it ever smiled in fact she is very attractive and so ladylike that i have desired to make a companion of her but while attentive to all her duties and manifestly grateful to me for the home i have given her she shows so little desire for company or conversation that i have desisted for the last day or so from urging her to speak at all but you asked me under what circumstances she came to me yes on what day and what time of day was she dressed well or did her clothes look shabby she came on the very day i advertised the eighteenth yes it was the eighteenth of this month and she was dressed so far as i noticed very neatly indeed her clothes appeared to be new they needed to have been for she brought nothing with her save what was contained in a small hand-bag also new i suggested very likely i did not observe oh miss althorpe i exclaimed this time with considerable vehemence i fear or rather i hope she is the woman i want you want

yes i-but i cannot tell you for what just yet i must be sure for i would not subject an innocent person to suspicion any more than you would suspicion she is not honest then that would worry me miss butterworth for the house is full now, as you know, of wedding presents, and— But I cannot believe such a thing of her. It is some other fault she has, less despicable and degrading. I do not say she has any faults. I only said I feared. What name does she go by? Oliver, Ruth Oliver.

Again, I thought of the OR on the clothes in the laundry. I wish I could see her, I ventured. I would give anything for a peep at her. face unobserved. I don't know how I can manage that. She is very shy and never shows herself in the front of the house. She even dines in her own room, having begged for that privilege, till after I was married and the household settled on a new basis. But you can go to her room with me, if she is all right, she can have no objection to a visitor, and if she is not, it would be well for me to know it at once. Certainly, said I, and rose to follow her, turning over in my mind how I should

account to this young woman for my intrusion. I had just arrived at what I considered a sensible conclusion, when Miss Althorpe leaning towards me, said with a whole-souled impetuosity, for which I could not but admire her, the girl is very nervous, she looks and acts like a person who has had some frightful shock. Don't alarm her, Miss Butterworth, and don't accuse her of anything wrong too suddenly. Perhaps she is innocent, and perhaps if she is not innocent, she has been driven into evil by very great temptations. I am sorry for her, whether she is simply unhappy or deeply remorseful, for I never saw a sweeter face or eyes with such boundless depths of misery in them. just what Mrs. Desperger had said,

Strange, but I began to feel a certain sort of sympathy for the wretched being I was hunting down. I will be careful, said I. I merely want to satisfy myself that she is the same girl I heard of last from a Mrs. Desperger. Miss Elthorpe, who was now halfway up the rich staircase, which makes her house one of the most remarkable in the city,

turned and gave me a quick look over her shoulder. i don't know mrs desperger she remarked at which i smiled did she think mrs desperger in society at the end of an upper passageway we paused this is the door whispered miss althorpe perhaps i had better go in first and see if she is at all prepared for company i was glad to have her do so for i felt as if i needed to prepare myself for encountering this young woman over whom in my mind hung the dreadful suspicion of murder but the time between miss althorpe's knock and her entrance short as it was was longer than that which elapsed between her going in and her hasty reappearance you can have your wish she said she is lying on her bed asleep and you can see her without being observed but she entreated with a passionate grip of my arm which proclaimed her warm nature doesn't it seem a little like taking advantage of her circumstances justify it in this case i replied admiring the consideration of my hostess but not thinking it worth while to emulate it and with very little ceremony i pushed open the door and entered the room of the so-called ruth oliver the hush and quiet which met me though nothing more than i had reason to expect gave me my first shock and the young figure outstretched on a bed of dainty whiteness was my second everything about me was so peaceful and the delicate blue and white of the room so expressive of innocence and repose that my feet instinctively moved more softly over the polished floor and paused when they did pause

before that dimly shrouded bed with something like hesitation in their usual emphatic tread the face of that bed's occupant which i could not plainly see may have had an influence in producing this effect it was so rounded with health and yet so haggard with trouble not knowing whether miss althorpe was behind me or not but too intent upon the sleeping girl to care i bent over the half averted features and studied them carefully. They were indeed madonna-like, something which I had not expected, notwithstanding the assurances I had received to that effect, and while distorted with suffering, amply accounted for the interest shown in her by the good-hearted Mrs. Desperger and the cultured Miss Althorpe. Resenting this beauty, which so poorly accommodated itself to the character of the woman who possessed it, I leaned nearer, searching for some defect in her. her loveliness, when I saw that the struggle and anguish visible in her expression were due to

some dreams she was having. Moved, even against my will, by the touching sight of her trembling eyelids and working mouth, I was about to wake her when I was stopped by the gentle touch of Miss Elthorpe on my shoulder. Is she the young girl you are looking for? I gave one quick glance around the room, and my eyes lighted on the little blue pincushion on the satin-wood bureau. Did you put those pins there, I asked, pointing to a dozen or more black pins, grouped in one corner? I did not, no, and I doubt if Cresenza did. Why? I drew a small black pin from my belt where I had securely fastened it, and carrying it over

to the cushion compared it with those I saw. They were identical. A small matter, I inwardly decided, but it points in the right direction. then in answer to miss althorpe added aloud i fear she is at least i have seen no reason yet for doubting it but i must make sure will you allow me to wake her oh it seems cruel she is suffering enough already see how she twists and turns it will be a mercy it seems to me to rouse her from the dreams so full of pain and trouble perhaps but i will leave you alone to do it what will you say to her how account for your intrusion oh i will find means and they won't be too cruel either you had better stand back by the bureau and listen i think i had rather not have the responsibility of doing this thing alone. Miss Althorpe, not understanding my hesitation, and only half-comprehending my errand,

gave me a doubtful look but retreated to the spot I had mentioned, and whether it was the rustle of her silk dress, or whether the dream of the girl we were watching had reached its climax, a momentary stir took place in the outstretched form before me, and next moment she was flinging up her hands with a cry. Oh, how can I touch her? her, she is dead, and I have never touched a dead body. I fell back, breathing hard, and Miss

Althorpe's eyes, meeting mine, grew dark with horror. Indeed, she was about to utter a cry herself, but I made an imperative motion, and she merely shrank farther away towards the door. Meantime, I had bent forward and laid my hand on the trembling figure before me. Miss Oliver, I said, Rouse yourself, I pray, I have a message for you from Mrs. Desperger. She turned her head, looked at me like a person in a daze, then slowly moved and sat up.

Who are you, she asked, surveying me and the space about her with eyes, which seemed to take in nothing till they lit upon Miss Althorpe's figure, standing in an attitude of mingled shame and sympathy by the half-open door. "'Oh, Miss Elthorpe,' she entreated, "'I pray you to excuse me.

"'I did not know you wanted me. "'I have been asleep.' "'It is this lady who wants you,' answered Miss Elthorpe. "'She is a friend of mine and one in whom you can confide.' "'Confide?' "'This was a word to rouse her. "'She turned, livid, and in her eyes, as she looked my way, "'both terror and surprise were visible.

"'Why should you think I had anything to confide?' if i had i should not pass by you miss althorpe for another there were tears in her voice and i had to remember the victim just laid away in woodlawn not to bestow much more compassion on this woman than she rightfully deserved she had a magnetic voice and a magnetic presence but that was no reason why i should forget what she had done no one asks for your confidence i protested though it might not hurt you to accept a friend whenever you can get one i merely wish as i said before to give you a message from mrs desperger under whose roof you stayed before coming here i am obliged to you she responded rising to her feet and trembling very much mrs desperger is a kind woman what does she want of me so i was on the right track she acknowledged mrs desperger nothing but to return you this it fell out of your pocket while you were dressing and i handed her the little red pincushion i had taken from the van bernam's front room she looked at it shrunk violently back and with difficulty prevented herself from showing the full depth of her feelings i don't know anything about it it is not mine i don't know it-it is not mine i don't know it and her hair stirred on her forehead as she gazed at the small object lying in the palm of my hand proving to me that she saw again before her all the horrors of the house from which it had been taken who are you she suddenly demanded tearing her eyes from the simple little pincushion and fixing them wildly on my face mrs desperger never sent me this i

you are right to stop there i interposed and then paused feeling that i had forced a situation which i hardly knew how to handle the instant's pause she had given herself seemed to restore her self-possessing me she moved towards miss althorpe i don't know who this lady is she said or what her errand here with me may mean but i hope that it is nothing that will force me to leave this house which is my only refuge miss althorpe too greatly prejudiced in favor of this girl to hear this appeal unmoved notwithstanding the show of guilt with which she had met my attack smiled faintly as she answered nothing short of the best reasons would make me part from you now if there are such reasons you will spare me the pain of making use of them i think i can so far trust you miss oliver no answer the young girl looked as if she could not speak are there any reasons why i should not retain you in my house miss oliver the gentle mistress of many millions went on if there are you will not wish to stay i know when you consider how near my marriage day is and how undisturbed my mind should be by any cares un attending my wedding and still the girl was silent though her lips moved slightly as if she would have spoken if she could but perhaps you are only unfortunate suggested miss althorpe with an almost angelic look of pity i don't often see angels in women if that is so god forbid that you should leave my protection or my house house what do you say miss oliver that you are god's messenger to me burst from the other as if her tongue had been suddenly loosed

that misfortune and not wickedness has driven me to your doors and that there is no reason why i should leave you unless my secret sufferings make my presence unwelcome to you was this the talk of a frivolous woman caught unawares in the meshes of a fearful crime if so she was a more accomplished actress than we had been led to expect even from her own words to her disgusted husband you look like one accustomed to telling the truth proceeded miss althorpe do you not think you have made some mistake miss butterworth she asked approaching me with an ingenuous smile i had forgotten to caution her not to make use of my name and when it fell from her lips i looked to see her unhappy companion recoil from me with a scream but strange to say she evinced no emotion and seeing this i became more distrustful of her than ever. For, for her to hear without apparent interest the name of the chief witness in the inquest which had been held over the remains of the woman, with whose death she had been more or less intimately concerned, argued powers of duplicity such as are only associated with guilt or an extreme simplicity of character. And she was not simple as the least glance from her

deep eyes, amply showed. Recognizing, therefore, that open measures would not do with this woman, I changed my manner at once, and responding to Miss Althorpe with a gracious smile, remarked with an air of sudden conviction. Perhaps I have made some mistake. Miss Oliver's words sound very ingenuous, and I am disposed if you are to take her at her word. It is so easy to draw false conclusions in this world, and I put back the pin-cushion into my pocket with an air of being through with the matter, which seemed to impose upon the young woman, for she smiled faintly, showing a row of splendid teeth as she did so. Let me apologize, I went on, if I have intruded upon Miss Oliver against her wishes,

and with one comprehensive look about the room, which took in all that was visible of her simple wardrobe and humble belongings, I led the way out. Miss Elthorpe immediately followed. This is a much more serious affair than I have led you to suppose. I confided to her as soon as we were at a suitable distance from Miss Oliver's door. If she is the person I think her, she is amenable to law, and the police will have to be notified of her whereabouts. She has stolen, then?

Her fault is a very grave one, I returned. Miss Althorpe, deeply troubled, looked about her as if forgotten. I, who could have given it to her, made no movement to attract her attention to myself, but waited calmly for her own decision in this matter. I wish you would let me consult Mr. Stone, she ventured at last. I think his judgment might help us. I had rather take no one into our confidence, especially no man. He would consider your welfare only and not hers.

I did not consider myself obliged to acknowledge that the, work upon which i was engaged could not be shared by one of the male sex without lessening my triumph over mr gryce mr stone is very jest she remarked but he might be biased in a matter of this kind what way do you see out of the difficulty only this to settle at once and unmistakably whether she is the person who carried certain articles from the house of a friend of mine if she is there will be some ever of the fact visible in her room or on her person she has not been out i believe not since she came into the house and has remained for the most part in her own apartment always except when i have summoned her to my assistance then what i want to know i can learn there but how can i make my investigation without offence what do you want to know miss butterworth whether she has in her keeping some half-dozen rings of consider value oh she could conceal rings so easily she does conceal them i have no more doubt of it than i have of my standing here but i must know it before i shall feel ready to call the attention of the police to her yes we should both know it poor girl poor girl to be suspected of a crime how great must have been her temptation i can manage this matter miss althorpe if you will entrust it to me how miss butterworth the girl is ill let me take care of her really ill yes or will be so before morning there is fever in her veins she has worried herself ill oh i'm a very ill yes or will be so before morning there is fever in her veins she has worried herself ill oh i'm a very well I will be good to her.

This, in answer to a doubtful look from Miss Althorpe. This is a difficult problem you have set me, the lady remarked, after a moment's thought. But anything seems better than sending her away or sending for the police. But do you suppose she will allow you in her room? I think so. If her fever increases she will not notice much that goes on about her, and I think it will increase. i have seen enough of sickness to be something of a judge and you will search her while she is unconscious don't look so horrified miss elthorpe i have promised you i will not worry her she may need assistance in getting to bed while i am giving it to her i can judge if there is anything concealed upon her person yes perhaps at all events we shall know more than we do now shall i venture miss althorpe

i cannot say no was the hesitating answer you seem so very much in earnest i am in earnest i have reasons for being consideration for you is one of them i do not doubt it and now will you come down to supper miss butterworth no i replied my duty is here only send word to lena that she is to drive home and take care of my house in my absence i shall want nothing so do not worry about me join your lover now dear and do not bestow another thought upon this self-styled miss oliver or what i am about to do in her room end of chapter twenty three chapter twenty four a house of cards i did not return immediately to my patient i waited till her supper came up then i took the tray and assured by the face of the girl who brought it that miss althorpe had explained my presence in her house sufficiently for me to feel at ease before her servants i carried the dainty repast she had provided and set it down on the table the poor woman was standing where we had left her but her whole figure showed languor and she more than leaned against the bed-pole behind her. As I looked up from the tray and met her eyes, she shuddered and seemed to be endeavoring to understand who I was and what I was doing in her room. My premonitions in regard to her were well-based. She was in a raging fever and was already more than half-oblivious to her

surroundings. Approaching her I spoke as gently as I could, for her hapless condition appealed to me in spite of my well-founded prejudices against her, and seeing she was growing incapable of response, I drew her up on the bed and began to undress her. I half expected her to recoil at this, or at least to make some show of alarm, but she submitted to my ministrations almost gratefully, and neither shrank nor questioned me

till I laid my hands upon her shoes. Then, indeed, she quivered and drew her feet away with such an appearance of terror that I was forced to desist from my efforts or drive her into violent delirium. This satisfied me that Louise van Burnham lay before me. The scar concerning which so much had been said in the papers would be ever present in the thoughts of this woman as the tell-tale mark, by which she might be known, and though at this moment she was on the borders of unconsciousness, the instinct of self-preservation still remained in sufficient force to prompt her to make this effort to protect herself from discovery.

I had told Miss Althorpe that my chief reason for intruding upon Miss Oliver was to determine if she had in her possession certain rings supposed to have been taken from a friend of mine, and while this was, in a measure true, the rings being an important factor in the proof I was accumulating against her, I was not so anxious to search for them at this time as to find find the scar which would settle at once the question of her identity. When she drew her foot away from me then, so violently, I saw that I needed to search no farther for the evidence required, and could give myself up to making her comfortable.

So I bathed her temples now throbbing with heat, and soon had the satisfaction of seeing her fall into a deep and uneasy slumber. Then I tried again to draw off her shoes, but the start she gave and the smothered cry which escaped her warned me that i must wait yet longer before satisfying my curiosity so i desisted at once and out of pure compassion left her to get what good she might from the lethargy into which she had fallen being hungry or at least feeling the necessity of some slight alignment to help me sustain the fatigues of the night i sat down now at the table and partook of some of the dainties with which miss althorpe had kindly provided me after which i made out a list of such articles as were necessary to my proper care of the patient who had so strangely fallen into my hands and then feeling that i had a right at last to indulge in pure curiosity I turned my attention to the clothing I had taken from the self-styled Miss Oliver. The dress was a simple gray one, and the skirts and underclothing all white.

But the latter was of the finest texture and convinced me, before I had given them more than a glance, that they were the property of Howard Van Bernam's wife. For besides the exquisite quality of the material, there were to be seen on the edges of the bands and sleeves, the marks of stitches and clinging threads of lace where the trimming had been torn off and in one article especially there were tucks such as you see come from the hands of french needlewomen only this taken with what had gone before was proof enough to satisfy me that i was on the right track and after cresenza had come and gone with the tray and all was quiet in this remote part of the house i ventured to open a closet door at the foot of the bay bed. A brown silk skirt was hanging within, and in the pocket of the skirt I found a purse so gay and costly that all doubt vanished as to its being the property of Howard's luxurious wife. There were several bills in this purse amounting to about fifteen dollars in money, but no change

and no memoranda, which latter seemed a pity. Restoring the purse to its place and the skirt to its peg, I came softly back to the bedside and examined my patient, still more carefully than I had done before. She was asleep and breathing heavily, but even with this disadvantage, her face had its own attraction, an attraction which evidently had more or less influenced men, and which, for the reason perhaps that I have something masculine in my nature, I discovered to be more or less influencing me, notwithstanding my hatred of an intriguing character. However, it was not her beauty I came to study, but her hair, her complexion, and her hands. The former was brown, the brown of that same lock I remembered to have seen in the jury's hands

at the inquest, and her skin, where fever had not flushed it, was white and smooth. So were her hands, and yet they were not a lady's hand. that i noticed when i first saw her the marks of the rings she no longer wore were not enough to blind me to the fact that her fingers lacked the distinctive shape and nicety of miss althorpe's say or even of the mrs van bernam and though i do not object to this for i like strong-looking capable hands myself they served to help me understand the face which otherwise would have looked too spiritual for a woman of the peevish and self-satisfied character of louise van bernam on this innocent and appealing expression she had traded in her short and none too happy career and as i noted it i recalled the sentence in miss ferguson's testimony in which she alluded to mrs van bernam's confidential remark to her husband upon the power she exercised over people when she raised her eyes in entreaty towards them am i not pretty she had said when i am in distress and looking up in this way it was the suggestion of a scheming woman but from what i had seen and was seeing of the woman before me i could imagine the picture she would thus make and i do not think she overrated its effects withdrawing from her side once more i made a tour of the room nothing escaped my eyes nothing was too small to engage my attention

but while i failed to see anything calculated to shake my confidence in the conclusions i had come to i saw but little to confirm them this was not strange for apart from the few toilet articles and some knitting-work on a shelf she appeared to have no belongings everything else in sight being manifestly the property of miss althorpe even the bureau drawers were empty and her bag found under a small table had not so much in it as a hair-pin though i searched it inside and out for her rings which i was positive she had with her even if she dared not wear them when every spot was exhausted i sat down and began to brood over what lay before this poor being whose flight and the great efforts she made at concealment proved only too conclusively the fatal part she had played in the crime for which her husband had been arrested i had reached her arraignment before a magistrate and was already imagining her face with the appeal in it which such an occasion would call forth when there came a low knock at the door and miss althorpe re-entered she had just said good-night to her lover and her face recalled to me a time when my own cheek was round and my eye was bright and-well what is the use of dwelling on matters so long buried in oblivion a maiden woman as independent as myself need not envy any girl the doubtful blessing of a husband i chose to be independent and i am and what more is there to be said about it pardon the digression is miss oliver any better asked miss althorpe and have you found i put up my finger in warning of all things it was most necessary that the sick woman should not know my real reason for being there "'She is asleep,' I answered quietly,

"'and I think I have found out what is the matter with her.' "'Miss Althorpe seemed to understand. "'She cast a look of solicitude toward the bed and then turned towards me. "'I cannot rest,' said she, "'and will sit with you for a little while if you don't mind.' "'I felt the implied compliment keenly. "'You can do me no greater favor,' I returned. "'She drew up an easy-chair.

for you, she smiled, and sat down in a little low rocker at my side. But she did not talk, her thoughts seemed to have recurred to some very near and sweet memory, for she smiled softly to herself, and looked so deeply happy that I could not resist saying, These are delightful days for you, Miss Elthorpe. She sighed softly, how much a sigh can reveal, and looked up at me brightly. I think she was glad, I spoke. Even such reserved natures as hers have their moments of weakness, and she had no mother or sister to appeal to. Yes, she replied, I am very happy. Happier than most girls are, I think, just before marriage. It is such a revelation to me, this devotion and admiration from one I love. I have had so little of it in my life.

My father, she stopped. I knew why she stopped. I gave her. I gave her. her a look of encouragement. People have always been anxious for my happiness, and have warned me against matrimony since I was old enough to know the difference between poverty and wealth. Before I was out of short dresses I was warned against fortune-seekers. It was not good advice. It has stood in the way of my happiness all my life, and made me distrustful and unnaturally reserved. But now, Ah, Miss Butterworth, Mr. Stone is so estimable a man, so brilliant and so universally admired, that all my doubts of manly worth and disinterestedness have disappeared as if by magic.

I trust him implicitly, and do I talk too freely, do you object to such confidences as these? On the contrary, I answered, I liked Miss Althorpe so much, and a-and-a-thorpe-much, and a agreed with her so thoroughly in her opinion of this man that it was a real pleasure to me to hear her speak so unreservedly we are not a foolish couple she went on warming with the charm of her topic till she looked beautiful in the half-light thrown upon her by the shaded lamp we are interested in people and things and get half our delight from the perfect congeniality of our natures mr stone has given up his club in all his bachelor pursuits since he knew me oh love if at any time in my life i have despised thee i did not despise thee then the look with which she finished this sentence would have moved a cynic forgive me she prayed it is the first time i have poured out my heart to any one of my own sex it must sound strange to you but it seems natural when i was doing it for you looked as if you could understand this to me to me miss amelia butterworth of whom men have said i had no more sentiment than a wooden image i looked my appreciation and she blushed slightly whispering in a delicious tone of the woman of the woman who men have said i had no more sentiment than a wooden image i looked my appreciation and she blushed slightly whispering in a delicious tone of mingled shyness and pride only two weeks now and i shall have someone to stand between me and the world you have never needed any one miss butterworth for you do not fear the world but it awes and troubles me and my whole heart glows with the thought that i shall be no longer alone in my sorrows or my joys my perplexities or my doubts

am i to blame for anticipating this with so much happiness i sighed it was a less eloquent sigh than hers but it was a distinctive one and it had a distinct echo lifting my eyes for i sat so as to face the bed i was startled to observe my patient leaning towards us from her pillows and staring upon us with eyes too hollow for tears but filled with unfathomable grief and yearning she had heard this talk of love she the forsaken and crime stained one i shuddered and laid my hand on miss althorpe's but i did not seek to stop the conversation for as our looks met the sick woman fell back and lapsed or seemed to lapse into immediate insensibility again. Is Miss Oliver worse, inquired Miss Althorpe? I rose and went to the bedside, renewed the bandages on my patient's head, and forced a drop or two of medicine between her half-shut lips. No, I returned.

I think her fever is abating, and it was, though the suffering on her face was yet heart-renderingly apparent. Is she asleep? She seems to be. Miss Elthorpe made an effort. I am not going to talk any more about myself. Then, as I came back and sat down by her side, she quietly asked,

What do you think of the Van Burenham murder? Dismayed at the introduction of this topic, I was about to put my hand over her mouth when I noticed that her words had made no evident impression upon my patient, who lay quietly and with a more composed expression than when I left her bedside. this assured me as nothing else could have done that she was really asleep or in that lethargic state which closes the eyes and ears to what is going on

i think said i that the young man howard stands in a very unfortunate position circumstances certainly do look very black against him it is dreadful unprecedentedly dreadful i do not know what to think of it at all the van bernam's have borne so good a name and Franklin especially is held in such high esteem. I don't think anything more shocking has ever happened in this city, do you, Miss Butterworth? You saw it all and should know. Poor, poor Mrs. Van Burnham! She is to be pitied, I remarked, my eyes fixed on the immovable face of my patient. When I heard that a young woman had been found dead in the Van Burnham mansion, Miss Elthorpe pursued with such evident interest in this new theme that I did not care to interrupt her,

unless driven to it by some token of consciousness on the part of my patient. My thoughts flew instinctively to Howard's wife, though why I cannot say, for I never had any reason to expect so tragic determination to their marriage relations, and I cannot believe now that he killed her, can you, Miss Butterworth? Howard has too much of the gentleman in him to do a brutal thing, and there was brutality as well as adroitness in the perpetration of this crime. Have you thought of that, Miss Butterworth? Yes, I nodded.

I have looked at the crime on all sides. Mr. Stone, said she, feels dreadfully over the part he was forced to play at the inquest, but he had no choice. The police would have his testimony. That was right, I declared. It has made us doubly anxious to have Howard free himself, but he does not seem able to do so, if his wife had only known. Was there a quiver in the lids I was watching?

I half raised my hand and then let it drop again, convinced that I had been mistaken. Miss Elthorpe at once continued. She was not a bad-hearted woman, only vain and frivolous. She had set her heart on ruling in the great leather merchant's house, and she did not know how to bear her disappointment. I have sympathy for her myself. When I saw her, saw her, I started upsetting a small work-basket at my side,

which for once I did not stop to pick up. You had seen her, I repeated, dropping my eyes from the patient to fix them in my unbounded astonishment on Miss Althorpe's face. Yes, more than once. She was, if she were living I would not repeat this. A nursery governess in a family where I once visited. That was before her marriage, before she had met either Howard or Franklin Van Burnham. I was so overwhelmed that for once I found

difficulty in speaking, I glanced from her to the white form in the shrouded bed, and back again in ever-growing astonishment and dismay. You have seen her, I at last reiterated in what I meant to be a whisper, but which fell little short of being a cry. And you took in this girl? Her surprise at this burst was almost equal to mine. Yes, why not? What have they in common? I sank back. My house of cards was trembling to its foundations. Do they, do they not look alike, I gasped. I thought, I imagined. Louise Van Burnham looked like that girl? Oh no, they were very different sort of women. what made you think there was any resemblance between them i did not answer her the structure i had reared with such care and circumspection had fallen about my ears and i lay gasping under the ruins end of chapter twenty four chapter twenty five of that affair next door this is a librivox recording all librovoc's recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please please

visit Libravox.org. Recording today by Don Larson in Minnesota. That affair next door by Anna K. Green, Chapter 25, The Rings. Where are the Rings? Had Mr. Grice been present, I would have instantly triumphed over my disappointment, bottled up my chagrin, and been the inscrutable Amelia Butterworth, before he could say, something has gone wrong with this woman. But Mr. Grice was not present. and though i did not betray the half i felt i yet showed enough emotion for miss althorpe to remark you seemed surprised by what i have told you has any one said that these two women were alike having to speak i became myself again in a trice and nodded vigorously

some one was so foolish i remarked miss elthorpe looked thoughtful while she was interested she was not so interested as to take the subject in fully her own concerns made her abstracted and i was very glad of it louise van bernam had a sharp chin and a very cold blue eye yet her face was a fascinating one to some well it was a dreadful tragedy i observed and tried to turn the subject aside which fortunately i was able to do after a short effort then i picked the basket up and perceiving the sick woman's lips faintly moving i went over to her and found her murmuring to herself as miss elthorpe had risen when i did i did not dare to listen to these murmurs but when my charming hostess had bidden me good-night with many injunctions not to tire myself and to be sure and remember that a decanter and a plate of biscuits stood on a table outside i hastened back to the bedside and leaning over my patient endeavored to catch the words as they fell from her lips as they were simple and but the echo of those running at that very moment through my own brain i had no difficulty in distinguishing them van burnham she was saying van burnham varied by a short howard and once by a doubtful franklin ah thought i with a sudden reaction she is the woman i seek if she is not louise van burnham and unheeding the start she gave i pulled off the blanket i had spread over her, and willy-nilly drew off her left shoe and stocking.

Her bare ankle showed no scar, and covering it quickly up, I took up her shoe. Immediately the trepidation she had shown at the approach of a stranger's hand towards that article of clothing was explained. In the lining, around the top, were sewn bills of no ordinary amount, and as the other shoe was probably used as a like depository, she naturally felt concerned, at any approach which might lead to a discovery of her little fortune amazed at a mystery possessing so many points of interest i tucked the shoe in under the bedclothes and sat down to review the situation the mistake i had made was in concluding that because the fugitive whose traces i had followed

had worn the clothes of louise van bernum she must necessarily be that unfortunate lady now i saw that the murdered woman was Howard's wife, after all, and this patient of mine her probable rival. But this necessitated an entire change in my whole line of reasoning. If the rival and not the wife lay before me, then which of the two accompanied him to the scene of tragedy? He had said it was his wife. I had proven to myself that it was the rival. Was he right, or was I right, or were neither of us right?

Not being able to decide I fixed my mind upon another query. When did the two women exchange clothes, or rather, when did this woman procure the silk, habeliments, and elaborate adornments of her more opulent rival? Was it before either of them entered Mr. Van Bernam's house, or was it after their encounter there? Running over in my mind certain little facts of which I had hitherto attempted no explanation, I grouped them together and sought amongst them for inspiration. These are the facts.

1. One of the garments found on the murdered woman had been torn down the back. As it was a new one, it had evidently been subjected to some quick strain, not explainable by any appearance of struggle. 2. The shoes and stockings found on the victim were the only articles she wore, which could not be traced back to Altman's. In the redressing of the so-called Mrs. James Pope, these articles had not been changed. Could not that fact be explained by the presence of a considerable sum of money in her shoes? Three, the going out bareheaded of a fugitive, anxious to avoid observation,

leaving hat and gloves behind her in a dining-room closet. I had endeavored to explain this last anomalous action by her fear of being traced by so conspicuous an article as this hat. But it was not a satisfactory explanation to me then, and much less so now. Four, and last, and most vital of all, the words which I had heard fall from this half-conscious girl. Oh, how can I touch her? She is dead, and I have never touched a dead body. Could inspiration fail me before such a list? Was it not evident that the change had been made after death and by this seemingly sensitive girl's own hands? It was a horrible thought and led to others more horrible, for the very commission of such a

revolting act argued a desire for concealment only to be explained by great guilt. She had been the offender and the wife the victim, and Howard, well, his actions continued to be a mystery, but I would not admit his guilt even now. On the contrary, I saw his his innocence in a still stronger light. For if he had openly, or even convertly, connived at his wife's death, would he have so immediately forsaken the accomplice of his guilt? To say nothing of leaving to her the dreadful task of concealing the crime? No, I would rather think that the tragedy took place after his departure, and that his

action in denying his wife's identity, as long as it was possible to do so, was to be explained by the fact of his ignorance in regard to his wife's presence in the house, where he had supposed himself to have simply left her rival. As the exchange made in the clothing, worn by the two women, could only have taken place later, and as he naturally judged the victim by her clothing, perhaps he was really deceived himself as to her identity. It was certainly not an improbable supposition, and accounted for me. much that was otherwise inexplicable in Mr. Van Burnham's conduct. But the rings, why could I not find the rings?

If my present reasoning were correct, this woman should have those evidences of guilt about her. But had I not searched for them in every available place without success? Annoyed at my failure to fix this one irrefutable proof of guilt upon her, I took up the knitting work I saw in Miss Oliver's basket. and began to ply the needles by way of relief to my thoughts. But I had no sooner got well underway than some movement on the part of my patient drew my attention again to the bed, and I was startled by beholding her sitting up again,

but this time with a look of fear rather than suffering on her features. Don't, she gasped, pointing with an unsteady hand at the work in my hands. The click-click of the needles is more than I can stand. Put them down, pray, put them down! Her agitation was so great and her nervousness so apparent that I complied at once. However much I might be affected by her guilt, I was not willing to do the slightest thing to worry her nerves even at the expense of my own. As the needles fell from my hand, she sank back and a quick, short sigh escaped her lips.

Then she was again quiet and I allowed my thoughts. thoughts to return to the old theme. The rings, the rings. Where were the rings, and was it impossible for me to find them? End of Chapter 25. Chapter 26. A Tilt with Mr. Grice. At seven o'clock the next morning my patient was resting so quietly that I considered it safe

to leave her for a short time. So I informed Miss Elthorpe that I was obliged to go downtown. on an important errand and requested Cresenza to watch over the sick girl in my absence. As she agreed to this, I left the house as soon as breakfast was over, and went immediately in search of Mr. Grice. I wished to make sure that he knew nothing about the rings. It was eleven o'clock before I succeeded in finding him. As I was certain that a direct question would bring no answer, I dissembled my real intention as much as my prince's would allow, and accosted him with the eager look of one who has great news to impart.

"'Oh, Mr. Grice,' I impetuously cried, just as if I were really the weak woman, he thought me. "'I have found something, something in connection with the Van Burnham murder. You know I promised to busy myself about it if you arrested Howard Van Burnham.' His smile was tantalizing in the extreme. "'Found something?' he repeated. and may I ask if you have been so good as to bring it with you? He was playing with me, this aged and reputable detective.

I subdued my anger, subdued my indignation even, and smiling much in his own way, answered briefly. I never carry valuables on my person. A half-dozen expensive rings stand for too much money for me to run any undue risk with them. He was caressing his watch-chain, as I spoke, and I noticed that he paused in this action for just an infinitesimal length of time, as I said the word rings. Then he went on as before, but I knew I had caught his attention.

Of what rings do you speak, madam? Of those missing from Mrs. Van Burnham's hands? I took a leaf from his book and allowed myself to indulge in a little banter. Oh, no, I remonstrated. Not those rings, of course. the Queen of Siam's rings, any rings but those in which we are specially interested. This meeting him on his own ground evidently puzzled him. You are facetious, madam. What am I to gather from such levity? That success has crowned your efforts in that you have found a guiltier party than the one now in custody?

Possibly, I returned, limiting my advance by his, but it would be going too fast to mention that yet. What I want to know is whether you have found the rings belonging to Mrs. Van Burnum. My triumphant tone, the almost mocking accent I purposely gave to the word you, accomplished its purpose. He never dreamed I was playing with him. He thought I was bursting with pride, and casting me a sharp glance, the first by the way I had received from him. inquired with perceptible interest.

Have you? Instantly convinced that the whereabouts of these jewels was as little known to him as to me, I rose and prepared to leave. But seeing that he was not satisfied and that he expected an answer, I assumed a mysterious air and quietly remarked. If you will come to my house tomorrow,

I will explain myself. I am not prepared to more than intimate my discoveries today. But he was not the man to let one off so easily. Excuse me, said he, but matters of this kind do not admit of delay. The grand jury sits within the week, and any evidence worth presenting them must be collected at once. I must ask you to be frank with me, Miss Butterworth. And I will be, tomorrow. Today, he insisted, today. Seeing that I should gain nothing by my present course,

I receded myself bestowing upon him a decidedly ambiguous smile as I did so. You acknowledge, then, said I, that the old maid can tell you something after all. I thought you regarded all my efforts in the light of a jest. What has made you change your mind? Madam, I decline to bandy words. Have you found those rings? or have you not. I have not, said I, but neither have you,

and as that is what I wanted to make sure of, I will now take my leave without further ceremony. Mr. Grice is not a profane man, but he allowed a word to slip from him, which was not entirely one of blessing. He made amends for it, next moment, however, by remarking, Madam, I once said, as you will doubtless remember,

that the day would come when I should, find myself at your feet. That day has arrived. And now is there any other little cherished fact known to the police which you would like to have imparted to you? I took his humiliation seriously. You are very good, I rejoined, but I will not trouble you for any facts. Those I am enabled to glean for myself, but what I should like you to tell me is this, whether if you came upon those rings in the possession of a person known to have been on the scene of crime at the time of its perpetration you would not consider them as incontrovertible proof of guilt undoubtedly said he with a sudden alteration in his manner which warned me that i must muster up all my strength if i would keep my secret till i was quite ready to part with it then said i with a resolute movement towards the door that's the whole of my business for to-day good morning mr gryce to-morrow i shall expect you he made me stop though my foot had crossed the threshold not by word or look but simply by his fatherly manner

miss butterworth he observed the suspicions which you have entertained from the first have within the last few days assumed a definite form in what direction do they point tell me some men and most women would have yielded to that imperative tell me but there was no yielding in amelia butterworth instead of that i treated him to a touch of irony "'Is it possible?' I asked, "'that you think it worthwhile to consult me. "'I thought your eyes were too keen to seek assistance from mine. "'You are as confident as I am "'that Howard Van Burnham is innocent of the crime "'for which you have arrested him.

"'A look that was dangerously insinuating "'crossed his face at this. "'He came forward rapidly, "'and joining me where I stood, said smilingly, "'Let us join forces, Miss Butterworth.' you have from the first refused to consider the younger son of silas van bernam as guilty your reasons then were slight and hardly worth communicating have you any better ones to advance now it is not too late to mention them if you have it will not be too late to-morrow i retorted convinced that i was not to be moved from my position he gave me one of his low bows i forgot said he that it was as a rival and not as a coadjutor that you meddled in this matter and he bowed again this time with a sarcastic air i felt too self-satisfied to resent to-morrow then said i to-morrow at that i left him i did not return immediately to miss althorpe i visited cox millinery store mrs desberger's house and the offices of the various city

railways. But I got no clue to the rings, and finally satisfied that Miss Oliver, as I must now call her, had not lost or disposed of them on her way from Gramercy Park, to her present place of refuge. I returned to Miss Althorps with even a greater determination than before, to search that luxurious home till I found them. But a decided surprise awaited me. As the door opened I caught a glimpse of the butler's face, and noticing its embarrassed expression, I at once asked what had happened. His answer showed a strange mixture of hesitation and bravado. Not much, ma'am, only Miss Elthorpe is afraid you may not be pleased. Miss Oliver is gone, ma'am. She ran away while Corsenza was out of the room.

End of Chapter 26 Chapter 27 of That Affair Next Door This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visitlibrovox.org. Recording today by Don Larson in Minnesota. That affair next door by Anna K. Green, Chapter 27, found. I gave a low cry and rushed down the steps.

Don't go, I called out to the driver. I shall want you in ten minutes. and hurrying back I ran upstairs in a condition of mind such as I have no reason to be proud of. Happily, Mr. Grice was not there to see me. Gone? Miss Oliver gone, I cried to the maid, whom I found trembling in a corner of the hall. Yes, ma'am, it was my fault, ma'am. She was in bed so quiet I thought I might step out for a minute, but when I came back her clothes were missing and she was gone. She must have slipped out at the front door while Dan was in the back hall. I don't see however she had the strength

to do it. Nor did I, but I did not stop to reason about it. There was too much to be done. Rushing on, I entered the room I had left in such high hopes a few hours before. Emptiness was before me, and I realized what it was to be baffled at the moment of success. But I did not waste an instant in inactivity. i searched the closets and pulled open the drawers found her coat and hat gone but not mrs van bernam's brown skirt though the purse had been taken out of the pocket is her bag here i asked yes it was in its old place under the table and on the washstand and bureau were the simple toilet articles i had been told she had brought there in what haste she must have fled to leave these necessities behind her but the greatest shock i received was the sight of the knitting-work with which i had so inconsiderately meddled the evening before lying enravelled heaps on the table as if torn to bits in a frenzy this was a proof that the fever was yet on her and as i contemplated this fact i took courage thinking that one in her condition would not be allowed to run the streets long but would be picked up and put in some hospital

In this hope I began my search. Miss Elthorpe, who came in just as I was about to leave the house, consented to telephone to police headquarters a description of the girl, with a request to be notified if such a person should be found in the streets or on the docks, or at any of the station houses that night. Not, I assured her as we left the telephone, and I prepared to say goodbye for the day, that you need expect her to be brought back to this house,

for I do not mean that she shall ever darken your doors again. So let me know if they find her, and I will relieve you of all further responsibility in the matter. Then I started out. To name the streets I traversed or the places I visited that day, would take more space than I would like to devote to the subject. Dusk came, and I had failed in obtaining the least clue to her whereabouts. Evening followed, and still no trace of the fugitive.

what was i to do take mr gryce into my confidence after all that would be galling to my pride but i began to fear i should have to submit to this humiliation when i happened to think of the chinaman to think of him once was to think of him twice and to think of him twice was to be conscious of an irresistible desire to visit his place and find out if any one but myself had been there to inquire after the lost one's clothes accompanied by lena i hurried away to third avenue the laundry was near twenty-seventh street as we approached i grew troubled and unaccountably expectant when we reached it i understood my excitement and instantly became calm, for there stood Miss Oliver, gazing like one under a spell through the lighted window-panes into the narrow shop, where the owner bent over his ironing. She had evidently stood there some time, for a small group of half-grown lads were watching her with every symptom of being about to break into a mischievous display of curiosity. Her hands, which were without gloves, were pressed against the glass, and her whole attitude

showed an intensity of fatigue, which would have laid her on the ground had she not been sustained by an equal intensity of purpose. Sending Lena for a carriage I approached the poor creature and drew her forcibly from the window. Do you want anything here, I asked. I will go in with you if you do. She surveyed me with strange apathy, and yet with a certain sort of relief, too, then she slowly shook her head. I don't know anything about it. My head swims and everything looks queer, but someone or something sent me to this place.

Come in, I urged, come in for a minute, and half supporting her, half dragging her, I managed to get her across the threshold and into the Chinaman's shop. Immediately a dozen faces were pressed where hers had been. The Chinaman, a stolid being, turned as he heard the little bell tinkle which announced a customer.

Is this the lady who left the clothes here a few nights ago, I asked? He stopped and stared, recognizing me slowly, and remembering by degrees what had passed between us at our last interview. You tell me Lely die! How him Lely when Lely die? The lady is not dead. I made a mistake. Is this the lady? Lely talk, I know see face I hear speak. Have you seen this man before I inquired of my nearly insensible companion?

I think so in a dream, she murmured, trying to recall her poor wandering wits back from some region into which they had strayed. Him Lely, cried the Chinaman, overjoyed at the prospect of getting his money. Pletty speak, I know e him, Lely want Clow. "'No, tonight. The lady is sick. See, she can hardly stand. And overjoyed at this seeming evidence that the police had failed to get wind of my interest in this place, I slipped a coin into the Chinaman's hand, and drew Miss Oliver away towards the carriage I now saw drawing up before the shop. Lena's eyes when she came up to help me were a sight to see. They seemed to ask who

this girl was and what I was going to do with her. I answered the look by a very brief and evidently wholly unexpected explanation. This is your cousin who ran away, I remarked. Don't you recognize her? Lena gave me up then and there, but she accepted my explanation and even lied in her desire to carry out my whim. Yes, ma'am, said she, and glad I am to see her again. And, with a deft push here and a gentle pull there, she succeeded in getting the sick woman into the carriage. The crowd, which had considerably increased by this time, was beginning to flock about us with shouts of no little derision. Escaping it as best I could, I took my seat by the poor girl's side and bade Lena to give the order for home. When we left the curbstone behind,

I felt that the last page in my adventures as an amateur detective had closed, but I counted without my cost. Miss Oliver, who was in an advanced stage of fever, lay like a dead weight on my shoulder, during the drive down the avenue. But when we entered the park and drew near my house, she began to show such signs of violent agitation that it was with difficulty that the united efforts of Lena and myself could prevent her from throwing herself out of the carriage door, which she had somehow managed to open.

As the carriage stopped, she grew worse, and though she made no further efforts to leave it, I found her present impulses even harder to contend with than the former. For now she would not be pushed or dragged out, but crouched back moaning and struggling her eyes fixed on the stoop, which was not unlike that of the adjoining house. Till, with a sudden realization that the cause of her terror lay in her fear of re-entering the scene of her late, terrifying experiences, I bade the coachman drive on, and reluctantly I own, carried her back to the house she had left in the morning. And this is how I came to spend a second night in Miss Elthorpe's hospitable mansion. End of Chapter 27. Chapter 28. Taken aback.

One incident more, and this portion of my story, is at an end. My poor patient, sicker than she had been the night before, left me but little leisure for thought or action disconnected with my care for her. But towards morning she grew quieter, and finding in an open drawer those tangled threads of yarn, of which I had spoken, I began to rewind them out of a natural desire to see everything neat and orderly about me. I had nearly finished my task when I heard a strange noise from the bed. It was a sort of gurgling cry which I found hard to interpret,

but which only stopped when I laid my work down again. Manifestly, this sick girl had very nervous fancies. When I went down to breakfast the next morning, I was in that complacent state of mind, natural to a woman who feels that her abilities have asserted themselves, and that she would soon receive a recognition of the same at the hands of the one person for whose commendation she had chiefly been working. The identification of Miss Oliver by the Chinaman was the last link in the chain connecting her with the Mrs. James Pope, who had accompanied Mr. Van Burnham to his father's house in Gramercy Park.

And though I would fain have had the murdered woman's rings to show, I was contented enough with the disdain. discoveries I had made to wish for the hour which would bring me face to face with the detective. But a surprise awaited me at the breakfast table in the shape of a communication from that gentleman. It had just been brought from my house by Lena, and it ran thus, Dear Miss Butterworth, pardon our interference. We have found the rings which you think so conclusive and evidence of guilt against the person secreting them, and, with your permission, this was basely underlined, Mr. Franklin Van Burnham will be in custody today. I will wait upon you at ten. Respectfully yours, Ebenezer, Grice.

Franklin Van Burnham, was I dreaming? Franklin Van Burnham, accused of this crime and in custody? What did it mean? I had found no evidence against Franklin Van Burnham. End of Chapter 28. End of Book 2. Book 3, Chapter 29 of That Affair Next Door. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording today by Dawn Larson in Minnesota. That Affair Next Door by Anna K. Green. Book 3, The Girl in Gray, Chapter 29, Amelia becomes peremptory.

Madam, I hope I see you satisfied. This was Mr. Grice's greeting as he entered my parlor on that memorable morning. Satisfied, I repeated, rising and facing him with what he afterwards described as a stony glare. Pardon me, I suppose you would have been still more satisfied if we had waited for you to point out the guilty man to us, but you must make some allowances for professional egotism, Miss Betterworth. We really could not allow you to take that initiatory step in a matter of such importance. Oh, was my slow response, but he has since told me that there was a great deal in that, oh, so much that even he was startled by it. You set to-day for a talk with me, he went on, probably relying upon what you would

intended to assure yourself of yesterday. But our discovery at the same time as yourself of the rings in Mr. Van Burnham's office need not interfere with your giving us your full confidence. The work you have done has been excellent, and we are disposed to give you considerable credit for it. Indeed. I had no choice but to thus indulge in ejaculations. The communication he had just made was so startling, and his assumption of my complete understanding of, and participation in the discovery he professed to have made, so puzzling, that I dared not venture beyond these simple exclamations, lest he should see the state of mind into which he had thrown me, and shut up like an oyster. We have kept counsel over what we have found, the wary old

detective continued with a smile, which I wish I could imitate, but which unhappily belongs to him alone. I hope that you or your maid, I should say, have been equally discreet. My maid! I see you are touched, but women find it so hard to keep a secret. But it does not matter. Tonight the whole town will know that the older and not the younger brother has had these rings in his keeping. It will be nuts for the papers, I commented. Then, making an effort, I remarked, you are a most judicious man, Mr. Grice, and must have other reasons than the discovery of these rings, for your threatened arrest of a man of such excellent repute as Silas Van Burnum's eldest son. I should like to hear them, Mr. Grice, I should like to hear them very much.

My attempt to seem at ease under these embarrassing conditions must have given a certain sharpness to my tone, for, instead of replying, he remarked, with which, well-simulated concern and a fatherly humoring of my folly, peculiarly exasperating to one of my temperament. You are displeased, Miss Butterworth, because we did not let you find the rings. Perhaps, but we were engaged in an open field. I could not expect the police to stand aside for me. Exactly, especially when you have the secret satisfaction of having put the police on the track of these jewels. How? We were simply fortunate in laying our hands on them first. You, or rather your maid, showed us where to look for them. Lina again. I was so dumbfounded by this last assertion I did not

attempt to reply. Fortunately he misinterpreted my silence and the stony glare, with which it was accompanied. I know that it must seem to you altogether too bad, to be tripped up at the moment of your anticipated triumph. But if apologies will suffice to express our sense of presumption, then I pray you to accept them, Miss Butterworth, both on my own part and on that of the superintendent of police. I did not understand in the least what he was talking about, but I recognized the sarcasm of his final expression, and had spirit enough to reply. The subject is too important for any more nonsense. whereabouts in franklin van bernam's desk were these rings found and how do you know that his brother did not put them there your ignorance is refreshing miss butterworth if you will ask a certain young girl dressed in grey

upon what object connected with mr van bernam's desk she laid her hands yesterday morning you will have an answer to your first question the second one is still more easily answered mr howard van bernam did not conceal the ring in the Dwayne Street office for the reason that he has not been in that office since his wife was killed. Regarding this fact, we are as well advised as yourself. Now you change color, Miss Butterworth, but there is no necessity. For an amateur you have made less trouble and fewer mistakes than were to be expected. Worse and worse, he was patronizing me now, and for results I had done nothing to bring about. i surveyed him in absolute amazement was he amusing himself with me or was he himself deceived as to the nature and trend of my late investigations this was a question to settle and at once and as duplicity had hitherto proved my best weapon in dealing with mr gryce i concluded to resort to it in this emergency

clearing my brow i regarded with a more amenable air the little hungarian vase he had taken up on entering the room and into which he had been talking ever since he thought it worth while to compliment its owner i do not wish said i to be published to the world as the discoverer of franklin van bernam's guilt but i do want credit with the police if only because one of their number has chosen to look upon my efforts with my efforts with disdain. I mean you, Mr. Grice. So, if you are in earnest, he smiled at the vase most genially, I will accept your apologies just so far as you honor me with your confidence. I know you are anxious to hear what evidence I have collected, or you would not be wasting time on me this busy morning. Shrewd was the short ejaculation he shot into the mouth of the vase he was handling. If that term of admiration is intended for me, I remarked, I am sure I am only too sensible of the honor, but flattery has never succeeded in making me talk against my better judgment.

I may be shrewd, but a fool could see what you are after this morning. Complement me when I have deserved it. I can wait. I begin to think that what you withhold so resolutely has more than common value, Miss Butterworth. If this is so, I must not be the only one to listen to your explanations. Is not that a carriage I hear stopping? I am expecting Inspector Z. If that is he, you have been wise to delay your communications till he came. A carriage was stopping, and it was the inspector who alighted from it. I began to feel my importance in a way that was truly gratifying, and cast my eyes up at the portrait of my father, with a secret longing that its original stood by to witness the verification of his prophecy. But I was not so distracted by these thoughts

as not to make one attempt to get something from Mr. Grice before the inspector joined us. Why do you speak to me of my maid in one breath and of a girl in gray in another? Did you think, Lina, hush, he enjoined. We will have ample opportunities to discuss this subject later. Will we, thought I? We will discuss nothing till I know more positively what you are aiming at. But I show nothing of this determination in my face. On the contrary I became all affability as the inspector entered,

and I did the honors of the house in a way I hope my father would have approved of, had he been alive and present. Mr. Grice continued to stare into the vase. Miss Butterworth, it was the inspector who was speaking, I have been told that you take great interest in the Van Burenna murder, and that you have even gone so far as to collect some facts in connection with it, which you have not as yet given to the police. You have heard correctly, I returned.

I have taken a deep interest in this tragedy, and have come into possession of some facts in remitutes. reference to it, which as yet I have imparted to no living soul. Mr. Grice's interest in my poor little vase increased marvellously. Seeing this, I complacently continued. I could not have accomplished so much had I indulged in a confidant. Such work as I have attempted depends for its success upon the secrecy with which it is carried on.

That is why amateur work is sometimes more effective than professional. no one suspected me of making inquiries unless it was this gentleman and he was forewarned of my possible interference i told him that in case mr howard van bernam was put under arrest i should take it upon myself to stir up matters and i have then you do not believe in mr van bernam's guilt not even in his complicity i suppose ventured the inspector i do not know anything about his complicity but-i do not know anything about his complicity but-i don't know anything about his complicity but-execity but-execity but-execity but-execity but he do not know anything but-execity but-execity but he I do not believe the stroke given to his wife came from his hand. I see, I see, you believe at the work of his brother. I stole a look at Mr. Grice before replying. He had turned the vase upside down and was intently studying its label, but he could not conceal his expectation of an affirmative answer.

Greatly relieved, I immediately took the position I had resolved upon and calmly but vigorously observed. what I believe and what I have learned in support of my belief will sound as well in your ears ten minutes hence as now. Before I give you the result of such inquiries as I have been enabled to make, I require to know what evidence you have yourself collected against the gentleman you have just named, and in what respect it is as criminating as that against his brother. Is that not peremptory, Miss Butterworth? and do you think us called upon to part with all or any of the secrets of our office we have informed you that we have new and startling evidence against the older brother should not that be sufficient for you

perhaps so if i were an assistant of yours or even in your employ but i am neither i stand alone and although i am a woman and unused to this business i have earned as i think you will acknowledge later the right to some consideration on your part. I cannot present the facts I have to relate in a proper manner till I know just how the case stands. It is not curiosity that troubles Miss Butterworth, madam. I said it was not curiosity, but a laudable desire to have the whole matter arranged with precision, dropped now in his driest tones from the detective's lips. Mr. Grice has a most excellent understanding of my character, I gravely observed. the inspector looked nonplussed he glanced at mr gryce and he glanced at me but the smile of the former was inscrutable and my expression if i showed any must have betrayed but little relenting if called as a witness miss butterworth this was how he sought to manage me you will have no choice in the matter you will be compelled to speak or show contempt of court

that is true i acknowledged but it is not what i might feel myself called upon to say then but what i can say now that is of interest to you at this present moment so be generous gentlemen and satisfy my curiosity for such mr gryce considers it in spite of his assertions to the contrary. Will it not all come out in the papers, a few hours hence, and have I not earned as much at your hands as the reporters? The reporters are our bane. Do not liken yourself to the reporters. Yet they sometimes give you a valuable clue. Mr. Grice looked as if he would like to disclaim this,

but he was a judicious soul and merely gave a twist to the vase, which I thought would cost me that small article of vertue. Shall we humor Miss Butterworth? asked the inspector. We will do better, answered Mr. Grice, setting the vase down with a precision that made me jump, for I am a worshipper of Brick-Brack and prize the few articles I own, possibly beyond their real value. We will treat her as a co-adjutor which, by the way, she says she is not,

and by the trust we place in her, secure that discreet, discretionary use of our confidence, which she shows with so much spirit in regard to her own. "'Begin, then,' said I. "'I will,' said he, "'but first allow me to acknowledge that you are the person who first put us on the track of Franklin Van Burnham.' End of Chapter 29. Chapter 30

The matter, as stated by Mr. Griske. I had exhausted my wonder, so I accepted this statement with no more display of surprise than a grim smile. When you failed to identify Howard Van Burnum as the man who accompanied his wife into the adjacent house, I realized that I must look elsewhere for the murderer of Louise Van Burnum. You see, I had more confidence in the excellence of your memory than you had yourself, so much indeed that I gave you more than one chance to exercise it, having by certain little methods I sometimes employ, induced different moods in Mr. Van Burnham at the time of his several visits,

so that his bearing might vary, and you have every opportunity to recognize him for the man you had seen on that fatal night. Then it was he you brought here each time, I broke in. It was he. Well, I ejaculated. The superintendent and some others whom I need not mention, here Mr. Grice took up another small object from the table, believed implicitly in his guilt. Conjugal murder is so common, and the causes which lead to it so frequently puerile. Therefore I had to work alone, but this did not cause me any concern. Your doubts emphasized mine, and when you confided to me that you had seen a figure similar to the one we were trying to identify, enter the adjoining house on the evening of the funeral, I made immediate inquiries and,

discovered that the gentleman who had entered the house, right after the four persons described by you, was Franklin van Burnham. This gave me a definite clue, and this is why I say that it was you who gave me my first start in this matter. "'H!' thought I to myself, as, with a sudden shock, I remembered that one of the words, which had fallen from Miss Oliver's lips during her delirium, had been this very name of Franklin. I had had my doubts of this gentleman before, continued the detective, warming gradually with his subject. A man of my experience doubts everyone in a case of this kind, and I had formed at

odd times a sort of side theory, so to speak, into which some little matters which came up during the inquest seemed to fit with more or less nicety, but I had no real justification for suspicion, till the event of which I speak. That you had evidently formed the same theory as myself, and were bound to enter into the lists with me, put me on my medal, madam, and with your knowledge or without it the struggle between us began. So your disdain of me, I here put in with a triumphant air I could not subdue,

was only simulated. I shall know what to think of you hereafter, But don't stop, go on. This is all deeply interesting to me. I can understand that. To proceed then. My first duty, of course, was to watch you. You had reasons of your own for suspecting this man, so by watching you I hoped to surprise them. Good, I cried, unable to entirely conceal the astonishment and grim amusement into which his continued misconception of the trend of my suspicions through me. But you led us a chase, madam, I must acknowledge that you let us a chase.

Your being an amateur led me to anticipate you using amateur's methods, but you showed skill, madam, and the man I sent to keep watch over Mrs. Boppert against your looked-for visit there was foiled by the very simple strategy you used in meeting her at a neighboring shop. "'Good,' I cried again, in my relief that the discovery made at that meeting had not been shared by him. We had sounded Mrs. Boppert ourselves, but she had seemed a very hopeless job, and I do not yet see how you got any water out of that stone, if you did.' "'No,' I retorted ambiguously, enjoying the inspectors' manifest delight in this scene, as much as I did my own secret thoughts, and the prospect of the surprise I was holding in store for them.

But your interference with the clock and the discovery you made that it had been going at the time the shelves fell was not unknown to us, and we have made use of it, good use, as you will hear-after see. So, those girls could not keep a secret after all, I muttered, and waited with some anxiety to hear him mention the pincushion, but he did not greatly to my relief don't blame the girls he put in his ears evidently are as sharp as mine the inquiries having proceeded from franklin it was only natural for me to suspect that he was trying to mislead us by some hocus pocus story so i visited the girls that i had difficulty in getting to the root of the matter as to their credit miss butterworth seeing that you had made them promise secrecy you are right i nodded and forgave them on the spot if i could not withstand mr gryce's eloquence and it affected me at times how could i expect these girls to besides they had not revealed the more important secret i had confided to them and in consideration of this i was ready to pardon them almost anything that the clock was going at the time the shelves fell and that he should be the one to draw our attention to it would seem to the superficial mind proof positive that he was innocent of the deed with which it was so closely associated the detective proceeded

but to one skilled in the subterfuges of criminals this seemingly conclusive fact in his favor was capable of an explanation so in keeping with the subtlety shown in every other feature of this remarkable crime that i begin to regard it as a point against him rather than in his favor of which more hereafter not allowing myself to be deterred then by this momentary setback and rejoicing in an affair considered as settled by my superiors, I proceeded to establish Franklin Van Bernam's connection with the crime, which had been laid with so much apparent reason at his brother's door. The first fact to be settled was, of course, whether your identification of him as the gentleman who accompanied his victim into Mr. Van Bernam's house could be corroborated by any of the many persons who had seen the so-called Mr. James Pope at the Hotel D. As none of the witnesses who attended the inquest had presumed to recognize in either of these sleek and haughty gentlemen, the shrinking person just mentioned, I knew that any open attempt on my part to bring about an identification would result disastrously.

So I employed strategy. Like my betters, Miss Butterworth, here his bow was overpowering in its mock humility. and rightly considering that for a person to be satisfactorily identified with another, he must be seen under the same circumstances and in nearly the same place. I sought out Franklin Van Burnham, and with specious promises of some great benefit to be done his brother, induced him to accompany me to the Hotel D. Whether he saw through my plans and thought that a brave front and an assumption of candor would best serve him in this unexpected dilemma, or whether he felt so entrenched behind the precautions he had taken as not to fear discovery under any circumstances, he made but one demur before preparing to accompany me.

This demur was significant, however, for it was occasioned by my advice to change his dress for one less conspicuously fashionable, or to hide it under an Ulster or Macintosh. and as a proof of his hardihood remember madam that his connection with this crime has been established he actually did put on the ulster though he must have known what a difference it would make in his appearance the result was all i could desire as we entered the hotel i saw a certain hackman start and lean forward to look after him it was the one who had driven mr and mrs pope away from the hotel and when we passed the porter the wink which i gave him was met by a lift of his eyelids which he afterwards interpreted into like very like but it was from the clerk i received the most unequivocal proof of his identity on entering the office i had left mr van bernam as near as possible to the spot where mr pope had stood while his so-called wife was inscribing their names in the register and bidding him to remain in the background while i had a few words at the desk all in his brother's interest of course i succeeded in secretly directing mr henshaw's attention toward him the start which he gave and the exclamation he uttered were unequivocal why there's the man now he cried happily in a whisper anxious look drooping head brown mustache everything but the duster bah said i that's mr franklin van bernam you are looking at what are you thinking of

can't help it said he i saw both of the brothers at the inquest and saw nothing in them then to remind me of our late mysterious guest but as he stands there he's a sight more like james pope than the other one is, and don't you forget it. I shrugged my shoulders, told him he was a fool, and that fools had better keep their follies to themselves, and came away with my man, outwardly disgusted but inwardly in the most excellent trim, for pursuing an investigation which had opened so auspiciously. Whether this man possessed any motive for a crime

so seemingly out of accordance with his life and disposition, was, of course, the next point to settle. His conduct at the inquest certainly showed no decided animosity towards his brother's wife, nor was there on the surface of affairs any token of the mortal hatred, which alone could account for a crime at once so deliberate and so brutal. But we detectives plunge below the surface, and after settling the question of Franklin's identity

with the so-called Mr. Pope of the Hotel D. I left New York and its interests, among which I reckoned your efforts at detective work, Miss Butterworth. To a young man in my office who I am afraid did not quite understand the persistence of your character, for he had nothing to tell me concerning you on my return, save that you had been cultivating Miss Althorpe, which of course was such a natural thing for you to do.

I wonder he thought it necessary. to mention it. My destination was four corners, the place where Howard first met his future wife. In relating what I learned there, I shall doubtless repeat facts which you are acquainted with, Miss Butterworth. That is of no consequence, I returned, with almost brazen duplicity, for I not only was ignorant of what he was going to say, but had every reason to believe that it would bear as remote a connection as possible to the secret then laboring in my breast. A statement of the case from your lips I pursued will emphasize what I know. Do not stint any of your disclosures, then, I beg.

I have an ear for all. This was truer than my rather sarcastic tone would convey, for might not his story after all prove to have some unexpected relation with the facts I had myself gathered together? "'It is a pleasure,' said he, to think I am capable of giving any information to Miss Butterworth, and as I did not run across you or your very nimble and pert little maid during my stay at four corners,

I shall take it for granted that you can find your inquiries to the city and the society of which you are such a shining light. This in reference to my double visit at Miss Elthorpe's no doubt. four corners is a charming little town in southern vermont and here three years ago howard van bernham first met miss stapleton she was living in a gentleman's family at the time as travelling companion to his invalid daughter ah now i could see what explanation this wary old detective gave himself of my visits to miss althorpe and began to hug myself in anticipation of my coming triumph over him the place did not fit her for miss stapleton only shown in society of men but mr harrison had not yet discovered this special idiosyncrasy of hers and as his daughter was able to see a few friends and in fact needed some diversion the way was open to her companion for that acquaintance with mr van bernam which had led to such disastrous results the house at which their meeting took place was a private one and i soon found out many facts not widely known in this city first that she was not so much in love with howard as he was with her

he succumbed to her fascinations at once and proposed i believe within two weeks after seeing her but though she accepted him few of those who saw them together thought her affections very much engaged till franklin suddenly appeared in town when her whole manner underwent a change, and she became so sparklingly and irresistibly beautiful that her avowed lover became doubly enslaved, and Franklin, well, there is evidence to prove that he was not insensible to her charms either, that in spite of her engagement to his brother, and the attitude which honor bade him hold towards his prospective sister-in-law, he lost his head for a short time at least. And under her seductions, I do not doubt, for she was a double-faced woman, according to the general repute, went so far as to express his passion in a letter, of which I heard much before I was so fortunate as to obtain a sight of it. This was three years ago, and I think

Miss Stapleton would have been willing to have broken with Howard and married Franklin, if the latter had had the courage to meet his brother's reproaches. But he evidently was deficient. in this quality. His very letter, which is a warm one, but which holds out no hope to her, of any closer bond between them than that offered by her prospective union with his brother, shows that he still retained some sense of honor. And as he presently left four corners and did not appear again, where they were till just before their marriage, it is probable that all would have gone well if the woman had shared this sentiment with him. But she was made up of mean materials, and while willing to marry Howard for what he could give her, or what she thought

he could give her, she yet cherished an implacable grudge against Franklin for his weakness, as she called it, in not following the dictates of his heart. Being sly as well as passionate, she hid her feelings from everyone, but a venial, though apparently devoted confidant, a young girl named, Oliver, I finished in my own mind. But the name he mentioned was quite different. Piggott, he said, looking at the filigree basket he held in his hand, as if he picked this word out from one of its many interstices. She was French, and after once finding her I had but little difficulty in learning all she had to tell. She had been Miss Harrison's maid, but she was not above serving Miss Stapleton in many

secret and dishonorable ways. As a consequence, she could give her to her. She could give her to her husband's me the details of an interview which that lady had held with Mr. Franklin Van Burnum on the evening of her wedding. It took place in Mr. Harrison's garden and was supposed to be a secret one, but the woman who arranged the meeting was not the person to keep away from it when it occurred, and consequently I have been enabled to learn with more or less accuracy what took place between them. It was not, to Miss Stapleton's credit. and burnham merely wanted his letter back but she refused to return it unless he would promise her a complete recognition by his family of her marriage and ensure her a reception in his father's house as howard's wife this was more than he could engage himself to perform he had already according to his own story made every effort possible to influence the old gentleman in her favor but had only succeeded in irritating him against himself

It was an acknowledgement which would have satisfied most women, but it did not satisfy her. She declared her intention of keeping the letter, for fear he would cease his exertions, and heedless of the effect produced upon him by the bare-faced threat, proceeded to inveigh against his brother, for the very love which made her union with him possible. And as if this was not bad enough, showed at the same time such a disposition to profit by whatever worldly good the match promised, that Franklin lost all regard for her and began to hate her. As he made no effort to conceal his feelings,

she must have become immediately aware of the change which had taken place in them. But however affected by this, she gave no sign of relenting in her purpose. On the contrary, she persisted in her determination to retain his letter, and when he remonstrated with her, and threatened to, leave town before her marriage, she retorted by saying that if he did so, she would show his letter to his brother as soon as the minister had made them one. This threat seemed to affect Franklin deeply, and while it intensified his feeling of animosity towards her, subjected him for the moment to her whim. He stayed in four corners till the ceremony was performed,

but was such a gloomy guest that all united and saying that he did the occasion no credit. So much for my work in four corners. I had by this time become aware that Mr. Grice was addressing himself chiefly to the inspector, being gratified no doubt at this opportunity of presenting his case at length before that gentleman. But true to his special habits, he looked at neither of us, but rather at the fretted basket, upon the handle of which he tapped out his arguments as he quickly proceeded. The young couple spent the first months of their married life in Yonkers, so to Yonkers I went next.

There I learned that Franklin had visited the place twice, both times, as I judge, upon a peremptory summons from her. The result was mutual fret and heart-burning, for she had made no progress in her endeavors to win recognition from the Vamburnums, and even had had occasion to perceive that her husband's love based as it was upon her physical attributes had begun to feel the stress of her uneasiness and dissatisfaction she became more anxious than ever for social recognition and distinction and when the family went to europe consented to accompany her husband into the quiet retreat he thought best calculated to win the approbation of his father only upon the assurance of better times in the fall and a possible visit to washington in the winter but the quiet to which she was subjected had a bad effect upon her under it she grew more and more restless and as the time approached for the family's return conceived so many plans for conciliating them that her husband could not restrain his disgust

but the worst plan of all and the one which undoubtedly led to her death he never knew this was to surprise franklin at his office and by renewed threat of showing this old love-letter to his brother when an absolute promise from him to support her in a fresh endeavor to win his father's favor you see she did not understand silas van bernam's real character and persisted in holding the most extravagant views concerning franklin's ascendancy over him as well as over the rest of the family she even went so far as to insist in the interview which jane peggot overheard that it was franklin himself who stood in the way of her desires and that if he chose he could obtain for her an invitation to take up her abode with the rest of them in gramercy park to duane street she therefore went before making her appearance at mrs parker's a fact which was not brought out at the inquest franklin not disclosing it of course and the clerk not recognizing her under the false name she chose to give of the details of this interview i am ignorant but as she was closeted with him some time it is only natural to suppose that conversation of some importance took place between them the clerk who works in the outer office did not as i have said know who she was at the time but he noticed her face when she came out and he declares that it was insolent with triumph while mr franklin who was polite enough or calculating enough to bow her out of the room was pale with rage and acted so unlike himself that everybody observed it she held his letter in her hand

a letter easily distinguishable by the violet-colored seal on the back, and she philiped with it in a most aggravating way as she crossed the floor, pretending to lay it down on Howard's desk as she went by, and then taking it up again with an arch-look at Franklin, pretty enough to see but hateful in its effect on him. As he went back to his own room, his face was full of anger, and such was the effect of this visit on him that he declined to see anyone else that day.

She had probably shown such determination to reveal his past perfidy to her husband, that his fears were fully aroused at last, and he saw he was not only likely to lose his good name, but the esteem with which he was accustomed to being regarded by this younger and evidently much-loved brother. And now, considering his intense pride, as well as his affection for Howard,

Do you not see the motive which this seemingly good man had for putting his troublesome sister-in-law out of existence? He wanted that letter back, and to obtain it had to resort to crime. Or such is my present theory of this murder, Miss Butterworth. Does it correspond with yours? End of Chapter 30 Chapter 31 of That Affair Next Door. This is a Librevox recording. all Libravox recordings are in the public domain.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording for you today by Dawn Larson in Minnesota. That affair next door by Anna K. Green, Chapter 31, Some Fine Work. Oh, perfectly, I assented, with just the shade of irony necessary to rob the assertion of its mendacity. But go on, go on. "'You have not begun to satisfy me yet. "'You did not stop with finding a motive for the crime, I am sure. "'Madame, you are a female shylock.

"'You will have the whole of the bond or none.' "'We are not here to draw comparisons,' I retorted. "'Keep to the subject, Mr. Grice. "'Keep to the subject.' "'He laughed, laid down the little basket he held, "'took it up again, and finally resumed. "'Madame, you are right. we did not stop at finding a motive. Our next step was to collect evidence directly connecting him with the crime.

And you succeeded in this? My tone was unnecessarily eager. This was also unaccountable to me, but he did not appear to notice it. We did, indeed, the evidence against him is stronger than that against his brother. For if we ignore the latter part of Howard's testimony, which was evidently a tissue of, lies what remains against him three things his dogged persistency in not recognizing his wife in the murdered woman the receiving of the house keys from his brother and the fact that he was seen on the stoop of his father's house at an unusual hour in the morning following this murder now what have we against franklin many things first that he can no more account for the hours between half-past eleven on tuesday morning and five o'clock on the following wednesday morning then his brother can in one breath he declares that he was shut up in his rooms at the hotel for which no corroborative evidence is forthcoming and in another that he was on a tramp after his brother which seems equally improbable and incapable of proof second that he and not howard was the man in a linen duster and that he and not howard was the man in a linen duster and that he and not howard was in possession of the keys that night.

As these are serious statements to make, I will give you my reasons for them. They are distinct from the recognition of his person by the inmates of the Hotel D, and, added to that recognition, form a strong case against him. The janitor, who has charge of the offices in Dwayne Street, happening to have a leisure moment

on the morning of the day on which Mrs. Van Bernum was murdered, was making the most of it by watching the unloading of a huge boiler some four doors below the van bernam warehouse he was consequently looking intently in that direction when howard passed him coming from the interview with his brother in which he had been given the keys mr van bernam was walking briskly but finding the sidewalk blocked by the boiler to which i have alluded paused for a moment to let it pass and being greatly heated took out his handkerchief to white his forehead. This done, he moved on, just as a man dressed in a long duster came up behind him, stopping where he stopped, and picking up from the ground something which the first gentleman had evidently dropped. This last man's figure looked more or less familiar to the janitor, so did the duster, and later he discovered that the latter was the one which he had seen

hanging for so long a time in the little disused closet under the warehouse stairs. its wearer was franklin van burnham who as i took pains to learn had left the office immediately in the wake of his brother and the object he picked up was the bunch of keys which the latter had inadvertently dropped he may have thought he lost them later but it was then and there they slipped from his pocket i will here add that the duster found by the hackman in his coach has been identified as the one missing from the closet just mentioned third the keys with which mr van bernam's house was unlocked were found hanging in their usual place by noon of the next day they could not have been taken there by howard for he was not seen at the office after the murder by whom then were they returned if not by franklin fourth the letter for the possession of which i believe this crime to have been perpetrated was found by us in a supposedly secret drawer of this gentleman's desk it was much crumpled and bore evidences of having been rather rudely dealt with since it was last seen in mrs van bernam's hand in that very office but the fact which is most convincing and which will tell most heavily against him is the unexpected discovery of the murdered ladies rings also in this same desk how you became aware that anything of such importance could be found there knowing even the exact place in which they were secreted i will not stop to ask at this moment enough that when your maid entered the van bernam offices and insisted with so much ingenuousness that she was expected by mr van bernum and would wait for his return the clerk most devoted to my interests became distrustful of her intentions

having been told to be on the lookout for a girl in grey or a lady in black with puffs on each side of two very sharp eyes you will pardon me miss butterworth he therefore kept his eyes on the girl and presently espied her stretching out her hand towards a hook at the side of mr franklin van bernam's desk as it is upon this hook this gentleman strings his unanswered letters the clerk rose from his place as quickly as possible and coming forward with every appearance of polite solicitude did she not say he was polite miss inquired what she wished thinking she was after some letter or possibly anxious for a specimen of some one's handwriting but she gave him no other reply than a blush and a confused look for which you must rebuke her, Miss Butterworth, if you are going to continue to employ her as your agent in these very delicate affairs. And she made another mistake. She should not have left so abruptly upon detection, for that gave the clerk an opportunity to telephone for me, which he immediately did. I was at liberty, and I came at once, and after hearing his story, decided that what

was of interest to you must be of interest to me, and so took him. And so to the liberty, and so took him. a look at the letters she had handled, and discovered what she also must have discovered before she let them slip from her hand, that the five missing rings we were all in search of were hanging on this same hook amid the sheets of Franklin's correspondence. You can imagine, madam, my satisfaction, and the gratitude which I felt towards my agent, who by his quickness had retained to me the honors of a discovery which it would have been injurious to my pride to have had confined entirely to yourself. I can understand, I repeated, and trusted myself to say no more, hot as my secret felt upon my

lips. You have read Poe's story of the filigree basket, he now suggested, running his finger up and down the filigree work he himself held. I nodded. I saw what he meant at once. well the principal involved in that story explains the presence of the rings in the midst of this stack of letters franklin van bernam if he is the murderer of his sister-in-law is one of the subtlest villains this city has ever produced and knowing that if one suspected every secret drawer and professed hiding-place within his reach would be searched he put these dangerous evidences of his guilt in a place so conspicuous and yet so little likely to attract attention that even so old a hand as myself did not think of looking for them there he had finished and the look he gave me was for myself alone and now madam said he that i have stated the facts of the case against franklin van bernam has not the moment come for you to show your appreciation of my good nature by a corresponding show of confidence on you your part? I answered with a distinct negative. There is too much that is unexplained as yet in your case against Franklin, I objected. You have shown that he had motive for the murder, and that he was connected more or less intimately with the crime we are considering, but you have by no means

explained all the phenomena accompanying this tragedy. How, for instance, do you account for Mrs. Van burnham's whim in changing her clothing if her brother-in-law instead of her husband was her companion at the hotel d you see i was determined to know the whole story before introducing miss oliver's name into this complication he who had seen through the devices of so many women in his day did not see through mine perhaps because he took a certain professional pleasure in making his views on this subject clear to the attentive inspector. At all events, this is the way he responded to my half-curious, half-ironical question. A crime planned and perpetrated for the purpose I have just mentioned, Miss Butterworth, could not have been a simple one under any circumstances. But, conceived as this one was by a man of more than ordinary intelligence, and carried out with a skill and precaution little short of marvelous. The features which it presents are of such a varying and subtle character

that only by the exercise of a certain amount of imagination can they be understood at all. Such an imagination I possess, but how can I be sure that you do? By testing it, I suggested. Very good, madam, I will, not from actual knowledge then, but from a certain insight I have acquired in my long dealings with such matters. I have come to the conclusion that Franklin van Burnham did not, in the beginning, plan to kill this woman in his father's house. On the contrary, he had fixed upon a hotel room as the scene of the conflict he foresaw between them, and that he might carry it on without endangering their good names, had urged her to meet him the next morning, in the semi-discise of a gossamer over her fine dress and a heavy veil over her striking features making the pretence no doubt of this being the more appropriate costume for her to appear in before the old gentleman should he so far concede to her demands as to take her to the steamer

for himself he had planned the adoption of a disfiguring duster which had been hanging for a long time in a closet on the ground floor of the building and doing street all this promised well but when the time came and he was about to leave his office his brother unexpectedly appeared and asked for the key to their father's house disconcerted no doubt by the appearance of the very person he least wished to see and astonished by a request so out of keeping with all that had hitherto pass between them he nevertheless was in too much haste to question him so gave him what he wanted and Howard went away. As soon after as he could lock his desk and don his hat, Franklin followed, and merely stopping to cover his coat with the old duster, he went out and hastened toward the place of meeting. Under most circumstances all this might have happened

without the brothers encountering each other again, but, a temporary obstruction on the sidewalk, having, as we know, detained Howard, Franklin wasn't able to approach him sufficiently close to see him draw his pocket-handkerchief out of his pocket, and with it the keys which he had just given him. The latter fell, and as there was a great pounding of iron going on in the building just over their heads, Howard did not perceive his loss but went quickly on. Franklin, coming up behind him, picked up the keys, and with a thought, or perhaps as yet with no thought, of the use to which they might be applied, put them in his own pocket before proceeding on his way. New York is a large place, and much can take place in it without comment.

Franklin Van Burnum and his sister-in-law met and went together to the Hotel D, without being either recognized or suspected till later developments drew attention to them. That she should consent to accompany him to this place, and that after she was there, should submit as she did to taking all the business of the scheme upon herself would be inconceivable in a woman of a self-respecting character, but Louise van Burnham cared for little save her own aggrandizement, and rather enjoyed so far as we can see, this very doubtful escapade whose real meaning and murderous purpose she was so far from understanding. as the steamer contrary to all expectation had not yet been sighted off fire island they took a room and prepared to wait for it that is she prepared to wait he had no intention of waiting for its arrival or of going to it when it came he only wanted his letter but louise van burnham was not the woman to relinquish it till she had obtained the price she had put on it and he becoming very soon

aware of this fact, begin to ask himself if he should not be obliged to resort to extreme measures in order to regain it. One chance only remained for avoiding these. He would seem to embrace her later and probably much-talked-of scheme, of presenting herself before his father in his own house rather than at the steamer, and by urging her to make its success more certain by a different style of dress from that she wore, induce a change of clothing, during which he might come upon the letter he was more than confident she carried about her person. Had this plan worked, had he been able to seize upon this compromising bit of paper, even at the cost of a scratch or two from her vigorous fingers, we should not be sitting here at this moment trying to account

for the most complicated crime on record. But Louise's van Burnham, while weak and volatile enough to enjoy the romantic features of this transformation scene, even going so far as to write out the order herself, with the same effort at disguise she had used in registering their assume names at the desk, was not entirely his dupe, and having hidden the letter in her shoe. What? I cried. Having hidden the letter in her shoe, repeated Mr. Grice, with his fine.

Zionist smile. She had but to signify that the boots sent by Altman were a size too small for her to retain her secret and keep the one article she traded upon from his envious clutch. You seem struck dumb by this, Miss Butterworth. Have I enlightened you on a point that has hitherto troubled you? Don't ask me, don't look at me, as if he ever looked at anyone. Your perspicacity is amazing, but I will try and not show my sense of it if it is going to make you stop. He smiled. The inspector smiled. Neither understood me. Very well, then, I will go on, but the non-change of shoes had to be accounted for, Miss Butterworth. You are right, and it has been, of course. Have you any better explanation to give?

I had, or thought I had, and the words trembled. on my tongue, but I restrained myself under an air of great impatience. Time is flying, I urged, with as near a simulation of his own manner in saying the words, as I could affect. Go on, Mr. Grice. And he did, though my manner evidently puzzled him. Being foiled in this his last attempt, this smooth and diabolical villain, hesitated no longer in carrying out the scheme which had doubtless been material. cheering in his mind, ever since he dropped the keys of his father's house into his own pocket. His brother's wife must die, but not in a hotel room with him for a companion.

Though scorned, detested, and a stumbling block in the way of the whole family's future happiness and prosperity, she still was of amburnum, and no shadow must fall upon her reputation. Further than this, for he loved life and his own reputation also, and did not mean to endanger either by this act of self-preservation, she must perish as if from an accident or by some blow so undiscoverable that it would be laid to natural causes. He thought he knew how this might be brought about. He had seen her put on her hat with a very thin and sharp pin, and he had heard how one thrust into a certain spot in the spine would effect death without a struggle. A wound like that would be small, almost indiscernible.

True, it would take skill to inflict it, and it would require dissimulation to bring her into the proper position for this contemplated thrust. but he was not lacking in either of these characteristics. And so he set himself to the task he had promised himself, and with such success that ere long the two left the hotel and proceeded to the house in Gramercy Park, with all the caution necessary for preserving a secret,

which meant reputation to the one, and liberty, if not life, to the other. That he and not she felt the greater need of secrecy, witnessed their whole conduct, and when their goal reached she and not he put the money into the driver's hand. The last act of this curious drama of opposing motives was reached, and only the final catastrophe was wanting. With what arts he procured her hat-pin, and by what show of simulated passion he was able to approach near enough to her to inflict that cool and calculating thrust, which resulted in her immediate death, I leave to your imagination. Enough that he compassed his ends, killing her and regaining the letter,

for the possession of which he had been willing to take a life. Afterwards! Well, afterwards! The deed he had thought so complete began to assume a different aspect. The pin had broken in the wound, and knowing the scrutiny which the body would receive at the hands of a coroner, jury, he began to see what consequences might follow its discovery. So, to hide that wound, and give her death the wished-for appearance of accident, he went back and drew down the cabinet

under which she was found. Had he done this at once, his hand in the tragedy might have escaped detection, but he waited, and by waiting allowed the blood vessels to stiffen, and all that phenomenon to become apparent by means of which the eyes of the physicians were opened to the fact that they must search deeper for the cause of death than the bruises she had received. Thus it is that justice opens loopholes in the finest web a criminal can weave. A just remark, Mr. Grice, but in this fine-spun web of your weaving, you have not explained how the clock came to be running and to stop. at five. Cannot, you see, a man capable of such a crime would not forget to provide himself with an alibi. He expected to be in his rooms at five, so before pulling down the shelves at three or four,

he wound the clock and set it at an hour when he could bring forward testimony to his being in another place. Is not such a theory consistent with his character, and with the skill he has displayed from the beginning to the end of this woeful affair? Agassed at the deafness with which this able detective explained every detail of this crime by means of a theory necessarily hypothetical if the discoveries I had made in the matter were true, and for the moment subjected to the overwhelming influence of his enthusiasm,

I sat in a maze, asking myself if all the seemingly irrefutable evidence, upon which men had been convicted in times gone by, was as false as this. To relieve myself and to gain renewed confidence in my own views, and the discoveries I had made in this matter, I repeated the name of Howard, and asked how, in case the whole crime was conceived and perpetrated by his brother, he came to utter such equivocations, and to assume that position of guilt, which had led to his own arrest. Do you think, I inquired, that he was aware of his brother's part in this affair, and that out of compassion for him he endeavored to take the crime upon his own shoulders?

No, madam, men of the world do not carry their disinterestedness so far. He not only did not know the part his brother took in this crime, but did not even suspect it, or why acknowledge that he lost the key by which the house was entered? I do not understand Howard's actions, even under these circumstances. They seem totally inconsistent to me. Madam, they are easily explainable to one who knows the character of his mind. He prizes his honor above every consideration, and regarded it as threatened by the suggestion that his wife had entered his father's empty house,

at midnight with another man. To save himself that shame, he was willing not only to perjure himself, but to take upon himself the consequences of his perjury. Quixotic, certainly, but some men are constituted that way, and he, for all his amiable characteristics, is the most dogged man I have ever encountered. That he ran against snags in his attempted explanations seemed to make no difference to him. He was bound that no one should accuse him of marrying a false woman, even if he must bear the opprobrium of her death. It is hard to understand such a nature, but re-read his testimony, and see if this explanation of his conduct is not correct. And still, I mechanically repeated, I do not understand. Mr. Grice may not have been a patient man under all circumstances, but he was

patient with me that day. It was his ignorance, Miss Butterworth, his total ignorance of the whole affair, that led him into the inconsistencies he manifested. Let me present his case as I already have his brothers. He knew that his wife had come to New York to appeal to his father, and he gathered from what she said that she intended to do this either in his house or on the dock. To cut short any opportunity she might have for committing the first folly, he begged the key of the house from his brother, and supposing that he had it all right, went to his rooms not to Coney Island as he said, and began to pack up his trunks, for he meant to flee the country if his wife disgraced him. He was tired of her caprices, and meant to cut them short as far as he was himself concerned. But the striking of the midnight hour brought better counsel. He began to wonder what she had been doing in his absence. Going out, he haunted the region of Gramercy Park for the better part of the night,

and at daybreak actually mounted the steps of his father's house and prepared to enter it by means of the key he had obtained from his brother. But the key was not in his pocket, so he came down again and walked away attracting the attention of Mr. Stone as he did so. The next day he heard of the tragedy which had taken place within those very walls, and though his first fears led him to believe that the victim was his wife, a sight of her clothes naturally dispelled this apprehension,

for he knew nothing of her visit to the Hotel D or of the change in her habiliments which had taken place there. his father's persistent fears and the quiet pressure brought to bear upon him by the police only irritated him. Anne, not until confronted by the hat found on the scene of death, an article only too well known as his wife's, did he yield to the accumulated evidence in support of her identity. Immediately he felt the full force of his unkindness towards her, and rushing to the morgue had her poor body taken to that father's house, and afterwards given a decent burial. But he could not accept the shame which this acknowledgment naturally brought with it,

and, blind to all consequences, insisted when brought up again for examination, that he was the man with whom she came to that lonely house. The difficulties into which this plunged him were partly foreseen and partly prepared for, and he showed some skill in surmounting them. But falsehoods never fit like truths, and we all felt the strain on our credulity as he met and attempted to parry the coroner's questions. And now, Miss Butterworth,

let me again ask if your turn has not come at last for adding the sum of your evidence to ours against Franklin Van Burnham. It had, I could not deny it, and as I realized that with it had also come the opportunity for justifying the pretensions I had made, I raised my head with suitable spirit, and, after a momentary pause, for the purpose of making my words the more impressive, I asked, And what has made you think that I was interested in fixing the guilt on Franklin Van Burnum? End of Chapter 31

Chapter 32 Iconaclasm The surprise which this very simple question occasioned showed itself differently in the two men who heard it. The inspector, who had never seen me before, simply stared, while Mr. Grice, with that admirable command over himself, which has helped to make him the most successful man on the force, retained his impassibility, though I know

noticed a small corner drop from my filigree basket, as if crushed off by an inadvertent pressure of his hand. I judged, was his calm reply, as he laid down the injured toy with an apologetic grunt, that clearing Howard from suspicion meant the establishment of another man's guilt, and so far as we can see there has been no other party in the case besides these two brothers. No, then I fear a great surprise awaits you, Mr. Grice. This crime which you have fixed with such care and seeming probability upon Franklin Van Bernum was not, in my judgment, perpetrated either by him or any other man.

It was the act of a woman. A woman? Both men spoke, the inspector, as if he thought me demented, Mr. Grice as if he would like to have considered me a fool but dared not. Yes, a woman, I repeated, dropping a quiet curtsy. It was a proper expression of respect, when I was young, and I see no reason why it should not be a proper expression of respect now, except that we have lost our manners in gaining our independence, something which is to be regretted, perhaps. A woman whom I know, a woman whom I can lay my hands on in a half-hour's notice, a young woman, sirs,

a pretty woman, the owner of one of the two hats found in the Van Burnham parlors. Had I exploded a bombshell, the inspector could not have looked more astonished. The detective, who was a man of greater self-command, did not betray his feelings so plainly, though he was not entirely without them, for, as I made this statement, he turned and looked at me. Mr. Grice looked at me. both of those hats belonged to Mrs. Van Burnham, he protested, the one she wore from Haddam, the other one, in the order from Altman's. She never ordered anything from Altman's, was my uncompromising reply.

The woman whom I saw enter next door, and who was the same who left the Hotel D with the man in the linen duster, was not Louise Van Bernum. She was that lady's rival, and let me say it, for I dare to think it, not only her rival, but the prospective taker of her life. Oh, you need not shake your heads at each other so significantly, gentlemen. I have been collecting evidence as well as yourselves, and what I have learned is very much to the point, very much indeed. The deuce you have, muttered the inspector, turning away from me, but Mr. Grice continued to eye me like a man fascinated.

upon what said he do you base these extraordinary assertions i should like to hear what that evidence is but first said i i must take a few exceptions to certain points you consider yourself to have made against franklin van you believe him to have committed this crime because you found in a secret drawer of his desk a letter known to have been in mrs van bernam's hands the day she was murdered and which you naturally enough i acknowledge conceive he could only have regained by murdering her but have you not thought of another way in which he could have obtained it a perfectly harmless way involving no one either in deceit or crime May it not have been in the little handbag returned by Mrs. Parker on the morning of the discovery, and may not its crumpled condition be accounted for by the haste with which Franklin might have thrust it into his secret drawer, at the untoward entrance of someone into his office? I acknowledge that I have not thought of such a possibility, growled the detective below his breath, but I saw that his self-satisfaction had been shaken.

as for any proof of complicity being given by the presence of the rings on the hook attached to his desk i grieve for your sake to be obliged to dispel that illusion also those rings mr gryce and mr inspector were not discovered there by the girl in gray but taken there and hung there at the very moment your spy saw her hand fumbling with the papers taken there and hung there by your maid by the girl lena who has so evidently been working in your interests what sort of a confession are you making miss butterworth ah mr gryce i gently remonstrated for i actually pitied the old man in his hour of humiliation other girls were a grave besides lena it was the woman of the hotel d who played this trick in mr van bernam's office lena was not out of my house that day i had never thought mr gryce feeble though i knew he was over seventy if not very near the octogenarian age but he drew up a chair at this and hastily sat down tell me about this other girl said he but before i repeat what i said to him i must explain by what reasoning i had arrived at the conclusion i have just mentioned that ruth oliver was the visitor in mr van bernham's office there was but little reason to doubt, that her errand was one in connection with the rings

was equally plain. What else would have driven her from her bed when she was hardly able to stand, and sent her in a state of fever, if not delirium, downtown to this office? She feared having these rings found in her possession, and she also cherished a desire to throw whatever suspicion was attached to them

upon the man who was already compromised. She may have thought it was Howard's desk she approached, and she may have known it to be Franklin's. On that point I was in doubt, but the rest was clear to me from the moment Mr. Grist mentioned the girl in gray, and even the spot where she had kept them in the interim since the murder was no longer an unsolved mystery to me. Her emotion when I touched her knitting work,

and the shreds of unraveled wool I had found lying about after her departure had set my wits working, and I comprehended now that they had been wound up in the ball of yarn I had so carelessly handled. But what I had to say to Mr. Grison answered to his question, much, and seeing that further delay was injudicious, I began my story then and there, prefacing my tale with the suspicions I had always had of Mrs. Boppert, I told them of my interview with that woman, and of the valuable clue she had given me by confessing that she had let Mrs. Van Burnham into the house,

prior to the visit of the couple who entered there at midnight. Knowing what an effect this must produce upon Mr. Grice, utterly unprepared for it as he was, I looked for some burst of anger on his part, or at least some expression of self-reproach but he only broke a second piece off my little filigree basket and totally unconscious of the demolition he was causing cried out with true professional delight well well i have always said this was a remarkable case a very remarkable case but if we don't look out it will go ahead of that one at sibli two women in the affair and one of them in the house before the arrival of the so-called victim and her murderer. What do you think of that, Inspector? Rather late for us to find out so important a detail, hey?

Rather, was the dry reply, at which Mr. Grice's face grew long and he exclaimed, half shamefacedly, half jocularly, outwitted by a woman. Well, it's a new experience for me, Inspector, and you must not be surprised if it takes me a minute or so to get accustomed to it. a scrub woman too it cuts inspector it cuts but as i went on and he learned how i had obtained definite proof of the clock having been not only wound by the lady thus admitted to the house but set also and that correctly his face grew even longer and he gazed quite dolefully at the small figure in the carpet to which he had transferred his attention so so came an almost indistinguishable murmur from his lips all my pretty theories in regards to its being set by the criminal for the purpose of confirming his attempt at a false alibi was but a figment of my imagination hey sad sad But it was neat enough to have been true, was it not Inspector? Quite, that gentleman good-humoredly admitted,

yet with a shade of irony in his tone that made me suspect that, for all his confidence in and evident admiration for this brilliant old detective, he felt a certain amount of pleasure at seeing him for once at fault. Perhaps it gave him more confidence in his own judgment, seeing that their ideas on this case had been opposed from the start. Well, well, I'm getting old, that's what they'll say at headquarters tomorrow. But go on, Miss Butterworth, let us hear what followed, for I am sure your investigations did not stop there. I complied with his request, with as much modesty as possible, but it was hard to

suppress all triumph in face of the unrestrained enthusiasm with which he received my communication. When I told him of the doubts I had formed in regards to the disposal of the packages brought from the Hotel D, and how to settle those doubts I had taken that midnight walk down 27th Street, he looked astonished. His lips worked, and I really expected to see him try to pluck that flower up from the carpet. He ogled it so lovingly. But when I mentioned the lighted laundry and my discoveries there. His admiration burst all bounds, and he cried out, seemingly to the rose in the carpet, really to the inspector. Didn't I tell you she was a woman in a thousand? See now, we ought to have thought of that laundry ourselves, but we didn't. None of us did.

We were too credulous and too easily satisfied with the evidence given at the inquest. Well, I'm 77, but I'm not too old to learn. proceed miss butterworth i admired him and i was sorry for him but i never enjoyed myself so much in my life how could i help it or how could i prevent myself from throwing a glance now and then at the picture of my father smiling upon me from the opposite wall it was my task now to mention the advertisement i had inserted in the newspapers and the reflections which had led to my rather daring description of the wandering woman as one dressed thus and so and without a hat this seemed to strike him as i had expected it would and he interrupted me with a quick slap of his leg for which only that leg was prepared good he ejaculated a fine stroke the work of a woman of genius i could not have done better myself miss butterworth and what came of it something i hope talent like yours should not go unrewarded two letters came of it said i one from cox the millner saying that a bareheaded girl had bought a hat in his shop early on the morning designated and another from a mrs desperger appointing a meeting at which I obtained a definite clue to this girl,

who, notwithstanding, she wore Mrs. Van Burnham's clothes from the scene of the tragedy, is not Mrs. Van Burnham herself, but a person by the name of Oliver, now to be found at Miss Althorpe's house in 21st Street. As this was in a measure putting the matter into their hands, I saw them grow impatient in their anxiety to see this girl for themselves, but I kept them for a few minutes longer, while I related my discovery of the money in her shoes, and hinted at the explanation it afforded for her not changing those articles under the influence of the man who accompanied her. This was the last blow I dealt to the pride of Mr. Grice.

He quivered under it, but soon recovered, and was able to enjoy what he called another fine point in this remarkable case. but the acme of his delight was reached when i informed him of my ineffectual search for the rings and my final conclusion that they had been wound up in the ball of yarn attached to her knitting work whether his pleasure lay chiefly in the talent shown by miss oliver in her choice of a hiding-place for these jewels or in the acumen displayed by myself in discovering it i do not know but he evinced an unbounded satisfaction in my words crying aloud beautiful i don't know of anything more interesting we have not seen the like in years i can almost congratulate myself on my mistakes the features of the case they have brought out are so fine but his satisfaction great as it was soon gave way to his anxiety to see this girl who if not the criminal herself was so important a factor in this great crime. I was anxious myself to have him see her, though I feared her condition was not such

as to promise him any immediate enlightenment on the doubtful portions of this, far from thoroughly mastered problem. I bade him interview the Chinaman also, and Mrs. Desperger, and even Mrs. Boppert, for I did not wish him to take for granted anything I had said, though I saw he had lost his attitude of disdain, and was inclined to accept my opinions quite seriously.

He answered in quite an offhand manner, while the inspector stood by. But when that gentleman had withdrawn towards the door, Mr. Grice remarked with more earnestness than he had yet used. You saved me from committing a folly, Miss Butterworth, if I had arrested Franklin Van Burnham to-day, and tomorrow all these facts had come to light, I should never have held my head up again. As it is, there will be numerous insinuations uttered by men on the force, and many a whisper will go about

that Mr. Grice is getting old and that Grice has seen his best days. Nonsense, was my vigorous rejoinder. You didn't have the clue, that is all. Nor did I get it through any keenness on my part, but from the force of circumstances. Mrs. Boppert thought herself indebted to me, and so gave me her confidence.

Your laurels are very safe yet. Besides, there is enough work left on this case to keep more than one great detective like you busy. While the Van Bernam's have not been proved guilty, they are not so freed from suspicion that you can regard your task as completed. If Ruth Oliver committed this crime, crime, which of these two brothers was involved in it with her. The facts seem to point

towards Franklin, but not so unerringly that no doubt is possible on the subject. True, true, the mystery has deepened rather than cleared. Miss Butterworth, you will accompany me to Miss Althorpe's. End of Chapter 32 Chapter 33 of that affair next door. This is a Librivox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Read for you today by Dawn Larson in Minnesota. That affair next door by Anna K. Green, Chapter 33, Known, Known, All Known. Mr. Grice possesses one faculty for which

I envy him, and that is his skill in the management of people. He had not been in Miss Althor 's house five minutes before he had won her confidence and had everything he wished at his command i had to talk some time before getting so far but he a word and a look did it miss oliver for whom i hesitated to inquire lest i should again find her gone or in a worse condition than when i left was in reality better and as we went upstairs i allowed myself to hope that the questions which had so troubled us would soon be answered and the mystery ended but mr gryce evidently knew better for when we reached her door he turned and said our task will not be an easy one go in first and attract her attention so that i can enter unobserved i wish to study her before addressing her but mind no words about the murder leave that to me I nodded, feeling that I was falling back into my own place, and, knocking softly, entered the room. A maid was sitting with her, seeing me she rose and advanced, saying, Miss Oliver is sleeping.

Then I will relieve you, I returned, beckoning Mr. Grice to come in. The girl left us, and we too contemplated the sick woman silently. Presently I saw Mr. Grice shake his head, but he did not tell me what he meant by it. following the direction of his finger i sat down in a chair at the head of the bed he took his station at the side of it in a large arm-chair he saw there as he did so i saw how fatherly and kindly he really looked and wondered if he was in the habit of so preparing himself to meet the eye of all the suspected criminals he encountered the thought made me glance again her way she lay like a statue and her face naturally round but now thinned out and hollow looked up from the pillow in pitiful quiet the long lashes accentuating the dark places under her eyes a sad face the saddest i ever saw and one of the most haunting he seemed to find it so also for his expression of benevolent interest deepened with every passing moment till suddenly she stirred then he gave me a warning glance and stooping, took her by the wrist and pulled out his watch.

She was deceived by the action, opening her eyes, surveying him languidly for a moment, then heaving a great sigh, turned aside her head. Don't tell me I am better, doctor, I do not want to live. The plaintive tone, the refined accent, seemed to astonish him. Laying down her hand, he answered gently, I do not like to hear that from such young lips, but it assures me that I would, was correct in my first surmise, that it is not medicine you need but a friend, and I can be that friend if you will but allow me. Moved, encouraged for an instant, she turned her head from side to

side, probably to see if they were alone, and, not observing me, answered softly. You are very good, very thoughtful, doctor, but, and here her despair returned again, it is useless you can do nothing for me. You think so, remember. You. You, remonstrated the old detective, but you do not know me, child. Let me show you that I can be of benefit to you, and he drew from his pocket a little package, which he opened before her astonished eyes. Yesterday in your delirium, you left these rings in an office downtown.

As they are valuable, I have brought them back to you. Wasn't I right, my child? No, no, she started up, and her accents betrayed terror and anguish. I do not want them. not bear to see them. They do not belong to me. They belong to them. To them? Whom do you mean by them? queried Mr. Grice insinuatingly. The Van Bernam's. Is not that the name? Oh, do not make me talk, I am so weak, only take the rings back. I will, child, I will. Mr. Grice's voice was more

than fatherly now. It was tender, really and sincerely tender. I will take them back. I will. I will. I will. Mr. Grice's voice was more than fatherly now. It was tender. I will back, but to which of the brothers shall I return them? To, he hesitated softly, to Franklin or to Howard. I expected to hear her respond. His manner was so gentle and apparently sincere. But, though feverish and on the verge of wildness, she had still some command over herself, and after giving him a look, the intensity of which called out a corresponding expression on his face, she faltered out. I—I don't care. I don't know either of the gentleman.

But to the one you call Howard, I think.' The pause which followed was filled by the tap-tap of Mr. Grice's finger on his knee. That is the one who is in custody, he observed at last. The other, that is Franklin, has gone Scott-free thus far, I hear. No answer from her close-shut lips. He waited. Still no answer. If you do not know either of these gentlemen, he insinuated at last, how did you come to leave the rings at their office?

I knew their names, I inquired my way. It is all a dream now. Please do not ask me questions. Oh, doctor, do you not see, I cannot bear it. He smiled. I never could smile like that under any circumstances, and softly patted her hand. I see it makes you suffer, he acknowledged, but I must make you suffer in order to do you any good. If you will tell me all you know about these rings, she passionately turned her head away. I might hope to restore you to health and happiness. You know with what they are associated? She made a slight motion, and that they are an invaluable clue to the murder of Mrs. Van Burnum, another motion. How then, my child, did you come to have them?

Her head, which was rolling to and fro on the pillow, stopped and she gasped rather than uttered, I was there. He knew this, yet it was terrible to hear it from her lips. She was so young and had such an air of purity and innocence, but more heart-rendering yet was the groan with which she burst forth in another moment, as if impelled by conscience to unburden herself from some overwhelming load.

I took them. I could not help it. But I did not keep them. You know that I did not keep them. I am no thief, doctor. Whatever I am no thief. Yes, yes, I see that. But why take them, child? What were you doing in that house, and whom were you with? She threw up her arms and made no reply. Will you not tell, he urged. A short silence, then a low, no, evidently wrung from her by the deepest anguish. Mr. Grice heaved a sigh, the struggle was likely to be a more serious one than he had anticipated. Miss Oliver, said he, more facts are known in relation to this affair than you imagine.

Though unsuspected at first, it has secretly been proven that the man who accompanied the woman into the house where the crime took place was Franklin Van Bernum. A low gasp from the bed, and that was all. You know this to be correct, don't you, Miss Oliver? Oh, must you ask? She was writhing now, and I thought he must desist out of pure compassion, but detectives are made out of very stern stuff,

and though he looked sorry he went inexorably on. Justice and a sincere desire to help you force me, my child. Were you not the woman who entered Mr. Van Bernard, 's house at midnight with this man i entered the house at midnight yes and with this man silence you do not speak miss oliver again silence it was franklin who was with you at the hotel d she uttered a cry and it was franklin who connived at your change of clothing there and advised or allowed you to dress yourself in a new suit from altman's oh she cried again then why should it not have been he who accompanied you to the chinaman's and afterwards took you in a second hack to the house in gramercy park known known all known was her moan sin and crime cannot long remain hidden in this world miss oliver the police are acquainted with all your movements from the moment you left the hotel d that is why i have compassion on you i wish to save you from the consequences of a crime you saw committed but in which you took no hand oh she exclaimed in one involuntary burst as she half rose to her knees if you could save me from appearing in the matter at all if you would let me run away

but mr gryce was not the man to give her hope on any such score impossible miss oliver you are the only person who can witness for the guilty if i should let you go the police would not then why not tell at once whose hands drew the hat-pin from your hat and stop she shrieked stop you kill me i cannot bear it if you bring that moment back to my mind i shall go mad i feel the horror of it rising in me now be still i pray you for god's sake to be still this was mortal anguish there was no acting in this even he was startled by the emotion he was startled by the emotion he was still he was still he was startled by the emotion he was still had raised, and sat for a moment without speaking. Then the necessity of providing against all further mistakes by fixing the guilt where it belonged drove him on again, and he said, Like many another woman before you, you are trying to shield a guilty man at your own expense. But it is useless, Miss Oliver. The truth always comes to light.

Be advised, then, and make a confidant of one who understands you better than you think. but she would not listen to this. No one understands me. I do not understand myself. I only know that I shall make a confidant of no one that I shall never speak, and turning from him she buried her head in the bedclothes. To most men her tone and the action which accompanied it would have been final, but Mr. Grice possessed great patience.

Waiting for just a moment till she seemed more composed, he murmured gently. Not if you must suffer more from your silence than from speaking? Not if men, I do not mean myself, child, for I am your friend, will think that you are to blame for the death of the woman whom you saw fall under a cruel stab and whose rings you have? I! Her horror was unmistakable, so were her surprise, her terror, and her shame. But she added nothing to the word she had uttered,

and he was forced to say again the world and by that i mean both good people and bad will believe all this he will let them believe all this men have not the devotion of women alas alas it was a murmur rather than a cry and she trembled so the bed shook visibly under her but she made no response to the entreaty in his look and gesture and he was compelled to draw back unsatisfied when a few heavy minutes had passed he spoke again this time in a tone of sadness few men are worth such sacrifices miss oliver and a criminal never but a woman is not moved by that thought she should be moved by this however if either of these brothers is to blame in this matter consideration for the guiltless one should lead you to mention the name of the guilty but even this did not visibly affect her i shall mention no names said she a sign will answer i shall make no sign then howard must go to his trial a gasp but no words and franklin proceed on his way undisturbed she tried not to answer but the words would come pray god i may never see such a struggle again that is as god wills i can do nothing in the matter and she sank back crushed and well-nigh insensible mr gryce made no further effort to influence her end of chapter thirty three chapter thirty four exactly half-past three she is more unfortunate than wicked was mr gryce's comment as we stepped into the hall

nevertheless watch her closely for she is in just the mood to do herself a mischief in an hour or at the most too i shall have a woman here to help you you can stay till then all night if you say so that you must settle with miss althorpe as soon as miss oliver is up i shall have a little scheme to propose by means of which i hope to arrive at the truth of this affair i must know which of these two men she is shielding then you think she did not kill mrs van bernam herself i think the whole matter one of the most puzzling mysteries that has ever come to the notice of the new york police we are sure that the murdered woman was mrs van bernam that this girl was present at her death and that she availed herself of the opportunity afforded by that death to make the exchange of clothing which has given such a complicated twist to the whole affair but beyond these facts we know little more than that it was franklin van bernam who took her to the gramercy park house and howard who was seen in the same vicinity some two or four hours later but on which of these two to fix the responsibility of mrs van bernam's death is the question she had a hand in it herself i persisted though it may have been without evil intent no man ever carried that thing through without feminine help. To this opinion I shall stick, much as this girl draws upon my sympathies. I shall not try to persuade you to the contrary, but the point is to find out how much help and to whom it was given.

And your scheme for doing this? Cannot be carried out till she is on her feet again, so cure her, Miss Butterworth, cure her. When she can go downstairs, Ebenezer Grice will be on the scene to test his little scheme. I promised to do what I could, and when he was gone I set diligently to work to soothe the child, as he had called her, and get her in trim for the delicate meal which had been sent up, and whether it was owing to a change in my own feelings, or whether the talk with Mr. Grice had so unnerved her that any womanly ministration was welcome, she responded much more readily to my efforts than ever before, and in a little while lay in so calm and grateful a mood, but I was actually sorry to see the nurse when she came.

Hoping that something might spring from an interview with Miss Althorpe, whereby my departure from the house might be delayed, I descended to the library, and was fortunate enough to find the mistress of the house there. She was sorting invitations, and looked anxious and worried. You see me in a difficulty, Miss Butterworth. I had relied on Miss Oliver to oversee this work, as well as to assist me in a great many other details, and I don't know of anyone whom I can get on short notice to take her place. My own engagements are many, and,

Let me help you, I put in, with that cheerfulness her presence invariably inspires. I have nothing pressing calling me at home, and for once in my life I should like to take it. take an active part in wedding festivities. It would make me feel quite young again. But she began. Oh, I hastened to say, you think I would be more of a hindrance to you than a help, that I would do the work, perhaps, but in my own way rather than in yours. Well, that would doubtless have been true of me a month since, but I have learned a great deal in the last few weeks. You will not ask me how. And now I stand ready to do you.

your work in your way and to take a great deal of pleasure in it too ah miss butterworth she exclaimed with a burst of genuine feeling which i would not have lost for the world i always knew that you had a kind heart and i am going to accept your offer in the same spirit in which it is made so that was settled and with it the possibility of my spending another night in this house at ten o'clock i stole away from the library and the delightful company of mr stone who had insisted upon sharing my labours and went up to miss oliver's room i met the nurse at the door you want to see her said she she's asleep but does not rest very easily i don't think i ever saw so pitiful a case she moans continually but not with physical pain yet she seems to have courage too for now and then she starts up with a loud cry listen i did so and this is what i heard i do not want to live doctor i do not want to live why do you try to make me better that is what she is saying all the time sad isn't it i acknowledged it to be so but at the same time wondered if the girl were not right and wishing for death is a relief from her troubles early the next morning i inquired at her door again miss oliver was better her fever had left her and she wore a more natural look than at any time since i had seen her but it was not an untroubled one and it was with difficulty i met her eyes when she asked if they were coming for her that day and if she could see miss althorke before she left as she was not yet able to leave her bed i could easily answer her first question but i knew too little of mr gryce's intentions to be able to reply to the second

but i was easy with this suffering woman very easy more easy than i ever supposed i could be with any one so intimately associated with a crime she seemed to accept my explanations as readily as she already had my presence and i was struck again with surprise as i considered that my name had never aroused in her the least emotion miss althorpe has been so good to me i should like to thank her from my despairing heart i should like to thank her she said to me as i stood by her side before leaving do you know she went on catching me by the dress as i was turning away what kind of a man she is going to marry she has such a loving heart and marriage is such a fearful risk fearful i repeated is it not fearful to give one's whole soul to a man and be met by i must not talk of it i must not think of it but is he a good man does he love miss althorpe will she be happy i have no right to ask perhaps but my gratitude towards her is such that i wish her every joy and pleasure miss althorpe has chosen well i rejoined mr stone is a man in ten thousand the sigh that answered me went to my heart i will pray for her she murmured that will be something to live for i did not know what reply to make to this everything which this girl said and did was so unexpected and so convincing in its sincerity that i felt moved by her even against my better judgment i pitied her and yet i dared not urge her on to speak lest i should fail in my task of making her well

i therefore confined myself to a few haphazard expressions of sympathy and encouragement and left her in the hands of the nurse the next day mr gryce called your patient is better said he much better was my cheerful reply this afternoon she will be able to leave the house very good have her down at half-past three and i will be in front with the carriage i dread it i cried but i will have her there you are beginning to like her miss butterworth take care you will lose your head if your sympathies become engaged it sits pretty firmly on my shoulders yet i retorted and as for sympathies you are full of them yourself i saw how you looked at her yesterday bah my looks you cannot deceive me mr gryce you are as sorry for the girl as you can be and so am i too by the way i do not think i should speak of her as a girl for something she said yesterday i am convinced she is a married woman and that her husband well madam i will not give him a name at least not before your scheme has been carried out are you ready for the undertaking i will be this afternoon at half-past three she is to leave the house not a minute before and not a minute later remember end of chapter thirty four chapter thirty five of that affair next door this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox dot org read for you to-day by don larson in minnesota that affair next door by anna k green chapter thirty five a ruse it was a new thing for me to enter into any scheme blindfold but the past few weeks had taught me many lessons and among them to trust a little in the judgment of others

accordingly i was on hand with my patient at the hour designated and as i supported her trembling steps down the stairs i endeavored not to betray the intense interest agitating me or to awaken by my curiosity any further dread in her mind than that involved by her departure from this home of bounty and good feeling and her entrance upon an unknown and possibly much to be apprehended future mr gryce was awaiting us in the lower hall and as he caught sight of her slender figure and anxious face his whole attitude became at once so protecting and so sympathetic i did not wonder at her failure to associate him with the police As she stepped down to his side, he gave her a genial nod. I am glad to see you so far on the road to recovery, he remarked. It shows me that my prophecy is correct, and that in a few days you will be quite yourself again. She looked at him wistfully. You seem to know so much about me, doctor, perhaps you can tell me where they are going to take me.

He lifted a tassel from a curtain nearby, looked at it, shook his head at it, and inquired quite irrelevantly have you been good-bye to miss althorpe her eyes stole towards the parlors and she whispered as if half in awe of the splendor everywhere surrounding her i have not had the opportunity but i should be sorry to go without a word of thanks for her goodness is she at home the tassel slipped from his hand you will find her in a carriage at the door she has an engagement out this afternoon but wishes to say good-bye to you before leaving oh how kind she is burst from the girl's white lips and with a hurried gesture she was making for the door when mr gryst stepped before her and opened it two carriages were drawn up in front neither of which seemed to possess the elegance of so rich a woman's equipage but mr gryce appeared satisfied and pointing to the nearest one observed quietly you are expected if she does not open the carriage door for you do not hesitate to do it yourself she has something of importance to say to you miss oliver looked surprised but prepared to obey him steadying herself by the stone balustrade she slowly descended the steps and advanced towards the carriage i watched her from the doorway and mr gryce from the vestbule it seemed an ordinary situation but something in the latter's face convinced me that interests of no small moment depended upon the interview about to take place but before i could decide upon their nature or satisfy myself as to the full meaning of mr gryce's

manner. She had started back from the carriage door and was saying to him in a tone of modest embarrassment, "'There is a gentleman in the carriage, you must have made some mistake.' Mr. Grice, who had evidently expected a different result from his stratagem, hesitated for a moment, during which I felt that he read her through and through, then he responded lightly. "'I made a mistake, eh? Oh, possibly. Look on the other carriage, my child.' with an unaffected air of confidence she turned to do so and i turned to watch her for i began to understand the scheme at which i was assisting and foresaw that the emotion she had failed to betray at the door of the first carriage might not necessarily be lacking on the opening of the second i was all the more assured of this from the fact that miss althorpe's stately figure was very plainly to be seen at the moment not in the coach miss oliver was approaching but in an elegant victoria just turning the corner

my expectations were realized for no sooner had the poor girl swung open the door of the second hack than her whole body succumbed to a shock so great that i expected to see her fall in a heap on the pavement but she steadied herself up with a determined effort and with a sudden movement full of subdued fury jumped into the carriage and violently shut the door just as the first carriage drove off to give place to miss althorpe's turn out huh sprang from mr geis's lips in a tone so full of varied emotions that it was with difficulty i refrained from rushing down the stoop to see for myself who was the occupant of the coach into which my late patient had so passionately precipitated herself but the sight of miss althorpe being helped to the ground by her attendant lover recalled me so suddenly to my own anomalous position on her stoop that i let my first impulse pass and concerned myself instead with the formation of those apologies i thought necessary to the occasion but those apologies were never uttered mr gryce with the infinite tact he displays in all serious emergencies came to my rescue and so distracted miss elthorpe's attention that she failed to observe that she had interrupted a situation of no small moment meanwhile the coach containing miss oliver had had a signal from the wary detective drawn off in the wake of the first one and i had the doubtful satisfaction of seeing them both roll down the street without my having penetrated the secret of either a glance from mr stone who had followed miss althorpe up the stoop interrupted mr gryce's flow of eloquence and a few minutes later i found myself making those adieu which i had hoped to avoid by departing in miss althorpe's absence

another instant and i was hastening down the street in the direction taken by the two carriages one of which had paused at the corner a few rods off but spry as i am for one of my settled habits and sedate character i found myself passed by mr gryce and when i would have accelerated my steps he darted forward quite like a boy and without a word of explanation or any acknowledgment of the mutual understanding which certainly existed between us leapt into the carriage i was endeavouring to reach and was driven away but not before i caught a glimpse of miss oliver's gray dress inside determined not to be baffled by this man i turned about and followed the other carriage it was approaching a crowded part of the avenue and in a few minutes i had the gratification of seeing it come to a standstill only a few feet from the curbstone the opportunity thus afforded me of satisfying my curiosity was not to be slighted without pausing to consider consequences or to question the propriety of my conduct i stepped boldly up in front of its half-lowered window and looked in there was but one person inside and that person was franklin van bernam what was i to conclude from this that the occupant of the other carriage was howard and that mr gryce now knew with which of the two brothers miss oliver's memories were associated end of chapter thirty five end of book three book four the end of a great mystery chapter thirty six the result i was as much surprised at this result of mr geis's scheme as he was and possibly i was more chagrined

but i shall not enter into my feelings on the subject or weary you any further with my conjectures you will be much more interested i know in learning what occurred to mr gryce upon entering the carriage holding miss oliver he had expected from the intense emotion she displayed at the sight of howard van bernam for i was not mistaken as to the identity of the person occupying the carriage with her to find her flushed with the passions incident upon this meeting and her companion in a condition of mind which would make it no longer possible for him to deny his connection with this woman and his consequently guilty complicity in a murder to which both were linked by so many incriminating circumstances but for all his experience the detective was disappointed in this expectation as he had been in so many others connected with this case there was nothing in miss oliver's attitude to indicate that she had unburdened herself of any of the emotions with which she was so grievously agitated nor was there on mr van bernam's part any deeper manifestation of feeling than a slight glow on his cheek and even that disappeared under the detective's scrutiny leaving him as composed and imperturbable as he had been in his memorable inquisition before the coroner disappointed and yet in a measure exhilarated by this sudden check in plans he had thought too well laid for failure mr gryce surveyed the young girl more carefully and saw that he had not been mistaken in regard to the force or extent of the feelings which had driven her into mr van bernam's presence and turning back to that gentleman was about to give utterance to some very pertinent remarks

when he was forestalled by mr van bernam inquiring in his old calm way which nothing seemed able to disturb who is this crazy girl you have forced upon me if i had known i was to be subjected to such companionship i should not have regarded my outing so favorably mr gryce who never allowed himself to be surprised by anything a suspected criminal might do or say surveyed him quietly for a moment then turned towards miss oliver you hear what this gentleman calls you said he her face was hidden by her hands but she dropped them as the detective addressed her showing a countenance so distorted by passion that it stopped the current of his thoughts and made him question whether the epithet bestowed upon her by their somewhat callous companion was entirely unjustified but soon the something else which was in her face restored his confidence in her sanity and he saw that while her reason might be shaken it was not yet dethroned and that he had good cause to expect sooner or later some action from a woman whose misery could wear an aspect of such desperate resolution that he was not the only one affected by the force and desperate character of her glance became presently apparent for mr van bernam was not the only one affected by the force and desperate character of her glance became presently apparent for mr van bernam with a more kindly tone than he had previously used observed quietly i see the lady is suffering i beg pardon for my inconsiderate words i have no wish to insult the unhappy never was mr gryce so nonplussed there was a mingled courtesy and composure in the speaker's manner which was as far removed as possible from the strained effort at self-possession which marks suppressed passion or secret fear

while in the vacant look with which she met these words there was neither anger nor scorn nor indeed any of the passions one would expect to see there the detective consequently did not force the situation but only watched her more and more attentively till her eyes fell and she crouched away from them both then he said you can name this gentleman can you not miss oliver even if he does not choose to recognize you but her answer if she made one was inaudible and the sole result which mr gryce obtained from this venture was a quick look from mr van bernam and the following uncompromising words from his lips if you think this young girl knows me or that i know her you are greatly mistaken she is as much of a stranger to me as i am to her and i take this opportunity of saying so i hope my liberty and good name are not to be made dependent upon the word of a miserable waif like this your liberty and your good name will depend upon your innocence retorted mr gryce and said no more feeling himself at a disadvantage before the imperturbability of this man and the silent non-accusing attitude of this woman from the shock of whose passions he had anticipated so much and obtained so little meantime they were moving rapidly towards police headquarters and fearing that the sight of that place might alarm miss oliver more than was well for her he strove again to rouse her by a kindly word or so but it was useless she evidently tried to pay attention and follow the words he used but her thoughts were too busy over the one great subject that engrossed her

a bad case murmured mr van bernam and with the phrase seemed to dismiss all thought of her a bad case echoed mr but seeing how fast the look of resolution was replacing her previous aspect of frenzy one that will do mischief yet to the man who has deceived her the stopping of the carriage roused her looking up she spoke for the first time i want a police officer she said mr gryce with all his assurance restored leaped to the ground and held out his hand i will take you into the presence of one said he and she without a glance at mr van bernam whose knee she brushed in passing leaped to the ground and turned her face towards police headquarters End of Chapter 36 Chapter 37 of That Affair Next Door This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Read for you today by Don Larson in Minnesota. That Affair Next Door by Anna Kay Green, Chapter 37 Two Weeks but before she was well in her countenance changed no said she i want to think first give me time to think i dare not say a word without thinking truth needs no consideration if you wish to denounce this man her look said she did then now is the time she gave him a sharp glance the first she had bestowed upon him since leaving miss althorpe's you are no doctor she declared are you a police officer i am a detective oh and she hesitated for a moment shrinking from him with very natural distrust and aversion i have been in the toils then without knowing it no wonder i am caught but i am no criminal sir and if you are the one most in authority here i beg the privilege of a few words with you before i am put into confinement

i will take you before the superintendent said mr gryce but do you wish to go alone shall not mr van bernam accompany you mr van bernam is it not he you wish to denounce i do not wish to denounce any one to-day what do you wish asked mr gryce let me see the man who has power to hold me here or let me go and i will tell him very well said mr gryce and led her into the presence of the superintendent she was at this moment quite a different person from what she had been in the carriage all that was girlish in her aspect or appealing in her bearing had faded away evidently forever and left in its place something at once desperate and so deadly, that she seemed not only a woman, but one of a very determined and dangerous nature. Her manner, however, was quiet, and it was only in her eye that one could see how near she was to frenzy. She spoke before the superintendent could address her.

"'Sir,' said she, "'I have been brought here on account of a fearful crime. I was unhappy enough to witness.' "'I myself am innocent of that. crime but so far as I know there is no other living person save the guilty man who committed it who can tell you how or why or by whom it was done one man has been arrested for it and another has not if you will give me two weeks of complete freedom I will point out to you which is the veritable man of blood and may heaven have mercy on his soul she is mad signified the superintendent in by-play to mr.

but the latter shook his head she was not mad yet i know she continued without a hint of timidity which seemed natural to her under other circumstances that this must seem a presumptuous request from one like me but it is only by granting it that you will ever be able to lay your hands on the murderer of mrs van burnham for i will never speak if i cannot speak in my own way and at my own time the agonies i have suffered must have some compensation otherwise i should die of horror and my grief and how do you hope to gain compensation by this delay expostulated the superintendent would you not meet with more satisfaction in denouncing him here and now before he can pass another night in fancied security but she only repeated i have said two weeks and two weeks i must have two weeks in which to come and go as i please two weeks and no argument they could advance succeeded in eliciting from her any other response or in altering in any way her air of quiet determination with its underlying suggestion of frenzy acknowledging their mutual defeat by a look the superintendent and detective drew off to one side and something like the following conversation took place between them you think she's sane i do and will remain so two weeks if humored you are sure she is implicated in this crime she was a witness to it and that she speaks the truth when she declares that she is the only person who can point out the criminal yes that is she is the only one who will do it the attitude taken by the van bernam's especially by howard just now in the presence of this girl shows how little we have to expect from them

yet you think they know as much as she does about it i do not know what to think for once i am baffled superintendent every passion which this woman possesses was roused by her unexpected meeting with howard van bernam and yet their indifference when confronted as well as her present action seems to argue a lack of connection between them which overthrows at once the theory of his guilt was it the sight of franklin then which really affected her and was her apparent indifference at meeting him only an evidence of her self-control it seems an impossible conclusion to draw and indeed there are nothing but hitches and improbable features in this case nothing fits nothing gibes i get just so far in it and then i run up against a wall either there is a superhuman power of duplicity in the persons who contrived this murder or we are on the wrong tack altogether in other words you have tried every means known to you to get at the truth of this matter and failed i have sir sorry as i may be to acknowledge it then we must accept her terms she can be shadowed every moment very well then extreme cases must be met by extreme measures we will let her have her swing and see what comes of it revenge is a great weapon in the hands of a determined woman and from her look i think she will make the most of it and returning to where the young girl stood the superintendent asked her whether she felt sure the murderer would not escape in the time that must elapse before his apprehension instantly her cheek which had looked as if it could never show color again flushed a deep and painful scarlet and she cried vehemently if any hint of what is here passing should reach him i should be powerless to prevent his flight swear then that my very existence shall be kept a secret between you two or i will do nothing towards his apprehension no not even to-he

to save the innocent. We will not swear, but we will promise, return the superintendent, and now, when may we expect to hear from you again? Two weeks from to-night as the clock strikes eight, be wherever I may chance to be at that hour, and see on whose arm I lay my hand. It will be that of the man who killed Mrs. Van Burnham. End of Chapter 37 Chapter 38 A White Satin Gown The events just related did not come to my knowledge for some days after they occurred, but I have recorded them at this time that I might in some way prepare you for an interview

which shortly after took place between myself and Mr. Grice. I had not seen him since our rather unsatisfactory parting in front of Miss Althorpe's house, and the suspense which I had endured in the interim made my greeting unnecessarily warm. But he took it all very naturally. You are glad to see me, said he. Been wondering what has become of Miss Oliver? Well, she is in good hands with Mrs. Desperger, in short a woman whom I believe you know. With Mrs. Desperger, I was surprised,

why I have been looking every day in the papers for an account of her arrest. No doubt, he answered, but we police are slow. We are not ready to arrest her yet. Meanwhile, you can do us a favor. She wants to see you. Are you willing to visit her? My answer contained but little of the curiosity and eagerness I really felt. I am always at your command.

Do you wish me to go now? Miss Oliver is impatient, he admitted. Her fever is better, but she is in an excited condition of mind, which makes her a little unreasonable. To be plain, she is not quite herself, and while we still hope something from her testimony, we are leaving her very much to her own devices, and do not cross her in anything. You will, therefore, listen to what she says, and, if possible, aid her in anything she might undertake, unless it points directly towards self-destruction. My opinion is that she will surprise you, but you are becoming accustomed to surprises, are you not?

Thanks to you, I am. Very well, then. I have but one more suggestion to make. You are working for the police now, madam, and nothing that you see or learn in connection with this girl is to be kept back from us. Am I understood? good perfectly but it is only proper for me to retort that i am not entirely pleased with the part you assign me could you not have left thus much to my good sense and not put it into so many words ah madam the case at present is too serious for risks of that kind mr van bernam's reputation to say nothing of his life depends upon our knowledge of this girl's secret surely you can stretch a point in a matter of so much moment

i have already stretched several and i can stretch one more but i hope the girl won't look at me too often with those miserable appealing eyes of hers they make me feel like a traitor You will not be troubled by any appeal in them. The appeal has vanished. Something harder and even more difficult to meet is to be found in them now, wrath, purpose, and a desire for vengeance. She is not the same woman, I assure you. Well, I sighed, I am sorry. There is something about the girl that lays hold of me,

and I hate to see such a change in her. Did she ask for me by name? I believe so. I cannot understand her wanting me, but I will go, and I won't leave her either till she shows me. She is tired of me. I am as anxious to see the end of this matter as you are. Then, with some vague idea that I had earned a right to some show of confidence on his part, I added insinuatingly, I suppose you would feel the case settled when she almost fainted

at the sight of the younger Mr. Van Burnum. The old ambiguous smile I remembered so well came to modify his brusque rejoinder. If she had been a woman like you, I should. But she is a deep one, Miss Butterworth, too deep for the success of a little ruse like mine. Are you ready? I was not, but it did not take me long to be so, and before an hour had elapsed I was seated in Mrs. Desperger's parlor in Ninth Street. Miss Oliver was in, and ere long made her appearance.

She was dressed in street costume. I was prepared for a change in her, and yet the shock I felt when I first saw her face must have been apparent, for she immediately remarked, You find me quite well, Miss Butterworth, for this I am partially indebted to you. You were very good to nurse me so carefully. Will you be still kinder and help me in a new,

matter which I feel quite incompetent to undertake alone. Her face was flushed, her manner nervous, but her eyes had an extraordinary look in them, which affected me most painfully, notwithstanding the additional effect it gave to her beauty. Certainly, said I, what can I do for you? I wish to buy me a dress, was her unexpected reply, a handsome dress. Do you object to showing me the best shops? I am a stranger in New York. York. More astonished than I can express, but carefully concealing it in remembrance of the caution received from Mr. Gryce, I replied that I would be only too happy to accompany her

on such an errand, upon which she lost her nervousness and prepared at once to go out with me. I would have asked Mrs. Desperger, she observed, while fitting on her gloves, but her taste, here she cast a significant look about the room, is not quite enough for me. I should think not, I cried. I shall be a trouble to you the girl went on with a gleam in her eye that spoke of the restless spirit within. I have many things to buy, and they must all be rich and handsome. If you have money enough, there will be no trouble about that. Oh, I have money.

She spoke like a millionaire's daughter. Shall we go to Arnold's? As I always traded at Arnold's, I readily acquiesced, and we left the house. But not before she had tied a very thick veil over her face. If we meet anyone, do not introduce me, she begged. I cannot talk to people. You may rest easy, I assured her. At the corner she stopped.

Is there any way of getting a carriage, she asked. Do you want one? Yes. I signaled a hack. Now for the dress, she cried. We rode at once to Arnold's. What kind of a dress do you want, I inquired as we entered this door? An evening one, a white satin, I think.

I could not help the exclamation which escaped me, but I covered it up as quickly as possible by a hurried remark in favor of white, and we proceeded at once to the silk counter. I will trust it all to you, you, she whispered in an odd, choked tone, as the clerk approached us. Get what you would for your daughter. No, no, for Mr. Van Burnum's daughter, if he has one, and do not spare expense.

I have five hundred dollars in my pocket. Mr. Van Bernam's daughter. Well, well, a tragedy of some kind was portending, but I bought the dress. Now, said she, lace and whatever else I need to make a little. up suitably, and I must have slippers and gloves. You know what a young girl requires to make her look like a lady. I want to look so well that the most critical eye will detect no fault in my appearance. It can be done, can it not, Miss Butterworth? My face and figure will not spoil the effect, will they? No, said I. You have a good face and a beautiful figure. You ought to look well.

Are you going to a ball, my dear? I am going to a ball, she answered, but her tone was so strange, the people passing us turned to look at her. Let us have everything sent to the carriage, said she, and went with me from counter to counter with her ready purse in her hand, but not once lifting her veil to look at what was offered us,

saying over and over as I sought to consult her in regard to some article, by the richest I leave it all to you. Had Mr. Grice not told me she must be humored, I could never have gone through this ordeal. To see a girl thus expend her hoarded savings on such frivolities was absolutely painful to me, and more than once I was tempted to decline any further participation in such extravagance.

But a thought of my obligations to Mr. Grice restrained me, and I went on spending the poor girl's dollars with more pain to myself than if I had taken them out of my own pocket. Having purchased all the articles we thought necessary, we were turning towards the door when Miss Oliver whispered, Wait for me in the carriage for just a few minutes. I have one more thing to buy, and I must do it alone. But, I began, I will do it, and I will not be followed, she insisted in a shrill tone that made me jump. And seeing no other way of preventing a scene, I let her leave me, though it cost me in anxious fifteen minutes.

When she rejoined me, as she did at the expiration of that time, I eyed the bundle she held with decided curiosity, but I could make no guess at its contents. Now, she cried as she receded herself and closed the carriage door, where shall we find a dressmaker, able and willing to make up this satin in five days. I could not tell her, but, after some little search, we succeeded in finding a woman who engaged to make an elegant costume in the time given her. The first measurements were taken, and we drove back to Ninth Street, with a lasting memory in my mind of the cold and rigid form of Miss Oliver, standing up in Madame's triangular parlor, submitting to the mechanical touches of the Modeste, with an outward composure, but with a brooding horror in her eyes that bespoke an inward torment.

End of Chapter 38 Chapter 39 of That Affair Next Door This is a Libravox recording All Libravox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer Please visit Libravox.org Read for you today by Dawn Larson in Minnesota That Affair Next Door by Anna Kay Green

Chapter 39 The Watchful Eye As I parted with Miss Oliver on Mrs. Desperger's stoop and did not visit her again in that house, I will introduce the report of a person better situated than myself to observe the girl during the next few days. That the person thus alluded to was a woman in the service of the police, is evident, and as such may not meet with your approval but her words are of interest, as witness. Friday, P.M. Party went out to-day in company with an elderly female of respectable appearance. said elderly female wears puffs and moves with great precision i say this in case her identification should prove necessary i had been warned that miss o would probably go out

and as the man set to watch the front door was on duty i occupied myself during her absence in making a neat little hole in the partitions between our two rooms so that i should not be obliged to offend my next-door neighbor by two frequent visits to her apartment by too frequent visits to her apartment this done i awaited her return which was delayed till it was almost dark when she did come in her arms were full of bundles these she thrust into a bureau drawer with the exception of one which she laid with great care under her pillow i wondered what this one could be but could get no inkling from its size or shape her manner when she took off her hat was fiercer than before and a strange smile which i had not previously observed on her lips added force to her expression but it paled after supper-time and she had a restless night i could hear her walk the floor long after i thought it prudent on my part to retire and at intervals through the night i was disturbed by her moaning which was not that of a sick person but of one very much afflicted in her in mind. Saturday. Party quiet. Sits most of the time with hands clasped on her knee before the fire. Given to quick starts as if suddenly awakened from an absorbing train of thought. A pitiful object, especially when seized by terror, as she is at odd times. No walks, no visitors today.

Once I heard her speak some words in a strange language, and once she drew herself up before the mirror in an attitude of so much dignity, I was surprised at the fine appearance she made. The fire of her eyes at this moment was remarkable. I should not be surprised at any move she might make. Sunday. She has been writing today, but when she had filled several pages of letter paper, she suddenly tore them all up and threw them into the fire. Time seems to drag with her, for she goes every few minutes to the window from which a distant church clock is visible and sighs as she turns away more writing in the evening and some tears but the writing was burned as before and the tears stopped by a laugh that augurs little good to the person who called it up the package has been taken from under her pillow and put in some place not visible from my spy-hole monday party out again to-day gone some two hours or more when she returned she sat down before the mirror and began dressing her hair she has fine hair and she tried arranging it in several ways none seemed to satisfy her and she tore it down again and let it hang till supper-time when she wound it up in its usual simple number

not mrs desperger spent some minutes with her but their talk was far from confidential and therefore uninteresting i wish people would speak louder when they talk to themselves tuesday great restlessness on the part of the young person i am watching no quiet for her no quiet for me yet she accomplishes nothing and as yet has furnished me no clue to her thoughts a huge box was brought into the room to-night it seemed to cause her dread rather than pleasure for she shrank at the sight of it and has not yet attempted to open it but her eyes have never left it since it was set down on the floor it looks like a dressmaker's box but why such emotion over a gown wednesday this morning she opened the box but did not display its contents i caught one glimpse of a mass of tissue paper and then she put the cover on again and for a good half-hour sat crouching down beside it shuddering like one in an ague fit i began to feel there was something deadly in the box her eyes wandered towards it so frequently and with such contradictory looks of dread and savage determination when she got up it was to see how many more minutes of the wretched day had passed thursday party sick did not try to leave her bed breakfast brought up by mrs desperger who showed her every attention but could not prevail upon her to eat yet she would not let the tray be taken away and when she was alone again or thought herself alone she let her eyes rest so long on the knife lying across the plate that i grew nervous and could hardly restrain myself from rushing into the room

but i remembered my instructions and kept still even when i saw her hand steal towards this possible weapon though i kept my own on the bell-rope which fortunately hung at my side she looked quite capable of wounding herself with the knife but after balancing it a moment in her hand she laid it down again and turned with a low moan to the wall she will not attempt death till she has accomplished what is in her mind friday all is right in the next room that is the young lady is up but there is another change in her appearance since last night she has grown contemptuous of herself and indulges in less brooding but her impatience at the slow passage of time continues and her interest in the box is even greater than before she does not open it however only looks at it and lays her trembling hand now and then on the cover saturday a blank day party dull and very quiet her eyes began to look like ghastly hollows in her pale face she talks to herself continually but in a low mechanical way exceedingly wearing to the listener especially as no word can be distinguished tried to see her in her own room to-day but she would not admit me sunday i have noticed from the first a bible laying on one end of her manner shelf. Today she noticed it also and impulsively reached out her hand to take it down. But at the first word she read she gave a low cry and hastily closed the book and put it back. Later, however,

she took it again and read several chapters. The result was a softening in her manner, but she went to bed as flushed and determined as ever. Monday. She has walked the floor all day. She has seen no one and seems scarcely able to contain her impatience. She cannot stand this long. Tuesday. My surprises began in the morning. As soon as her room had been put in order, Miss O. locked the door and began to open her bundles. First she unrolled a pair of white silk stockings, which she carefully but without any show of interest laid on the bed.

Then she opened a package containing gloves. They were white also and evidently of the finest quality. Then a lace handkerchief was brought to light, slippers, an evening fan, and a pair of fancy pins. And lastly she opened the mysterious box and took out a dress so rich in quality, and of such simple elegance, it almost took my breath away. It was white and made of the heaviest satin, and it looked as much out of place in that shabby room, as its owner did in the moments of exultation of which I have spoken. Though her face was flushed when she lifted out the gown, it became pale again when she

saw it lying across her bed. Indeed, a look of passionate abhorrence characterized her features as she contemplated it, and her hands went up before her eyes, and she reeled back uttering the first words I have been able to distinguish since I have been on duty. They were violent in character, and seemed to tear their way through her lips almost without her volition. It is hate, I feel, nothing but hate, ah, if it were only duty that animated me. Later she grew calmer, and covering up the whole paraphernalia with a stray sheet she had evidently laid by for the purpose, she sent for Mrs. Desperger. When that lady came in she met her with a wand but by no means dubious smile, and

ignoring with quiet dignity the very evident curiosity with which that good woman surveyed the bed, she said appealingly, "'You have been so kind to me, Mrs. Desperger, that I am going to tell you a secret. Will it continue to remain a secret, or shall I see it in the faces of all my fellow borders tomorrow?' "'You can imagine Mrs. Desperger's reply, also the manner in which it was delivered, but not Miss Oliver's secret.' She uttered it in these words,

I am going out tonight, Mrs. Desperger, I am going into great society. I am going to attend Miss Althorpe's wedding. Then, as the good woman stammered out some words of surprise and pleasure, she went on to say, I do not want anyone to know it, and I would be so glad if I could slip out of the house without anyone seeing me. I shall need a carriage, but you will get one for me, will you not,

and let me know the moment it comes. I am shy of what folks say, and besides, as you know, I am neither happy nor well, if I do go to weddings and have new dresses, and—' She nearly broke down but collected herself with wonderful promptitude, and with a coaxing look that made her almost ghastly, so much it seemed out of accord with her strained in unnatural manner.

She raised a corner of the sheet, saying, I will show you my gown if you will promise to help me quietly out of the house, which of course produced the desired effect upon Mrs. Desperger, that woman's greatest weakness being her love of dress. So from that hour I knew what to expect, and after sending precautionary advices to police headquarters, I set myself to watch her prepare for the evening. I saw her arrange her hair and put on her elegant gown, and was as much startled by the the result, as if I had not had the least premonition that she only needed rich clothes, to look both beautiful and distinguished. The square parcel she had once hidden under her pillow

was brought out and laid on the bed, and when Mrs. Desperger's low knock announced the arrival of the carriage, she caught it up and hid it under the cloak, she hastily threw about her. Mrs. Desperger came in and put out the light, but before the room sank into darkness, I caught one glimpse of Miss Oliver's face. Its expression was terrible beyond anything I had ever seen on any human countenance. End of Chapter 39. Chapter 40 As the clock struck.

I do not attend weddings in general, but great as my suspense was in reference to Miss Oliver. I felt that I could not miss seeing Miss Elthorpe married. I had ordered a new dress for the occasion and was in the best of spirits as I rode to the church in which the ceremony was to be performed. The excitement of a great social occasion was for once not disagreeable to me, nor did I mind the crowd,

though it pushed me about rather uncomfortably till an usher came to my assistance and seated me in a pew, which I was happy to see commanded a fine view of the chancel i was early but then i always am early and having ample opportunity for observation i noted every fine detail of ornamentation with approval miss elthorpe's taste being of that fine order which always falls short of ostentation her friends are in very many instances my friends and it was no small part of my pleasure to note their well-known faces among the crowd of those who are in very many instances my friends and it was no small part of my pleasure to note their well-known faces among the crowd of those who that were strange to me that the scene was brilliant and that silks satins and diamonds and diamonds abounded goes without saying at last the church was full and the hush which usually precedes the coming of the bride was settling over the whole assemblage when i suddenly observed in the person of a respectable-looking gentleman seated in a side pew the form and features of mr gryce the detective this was a shock to me yet what was the

there in his presence, there to alarm me. Might not Miss Elthorpe have accorded him this pleasure out of pure goodness of her heart? I did not look at anybody else, however, after once my eyes fell upon him, but continued to watch his expression, which was non-committal, though a little anxious for one engaged in a purely social function. The entrance of the clergyman and the sudden peal of the organ in the well-known wedding march recalled my attention to the occasion itself and as at that moment the bridegroom stepped from the vestry to await his bride at the altar i was absorbed by his fine appearance and the air of mingled pride and happiness with which he watched the stately approach of the bridal possession but suddenly there was a stir through the whole glittering assemblage and the clergyman made a move and the The bridegroom gave a start, and the sound, slight as it was, of moving feet grew still, and I saw advancing from the door, on the opposite side of the altar, a second bride, clad in white and surrounded by a long veil which completely hid her face.

A second bride! And the first was halfway up the aisle, and only one bridegroom stood ready. the clergyman who seemed to have as little command of his faculties as the rest of us tried to speak, but the approaching woman upon whom every regard was fixed forestalled him by an authoritative gesture. Advancing towards the chancel, she took her place on the spot reserved for Miss Althorpe. Silence had filled the church up to this moment, but at this audacious move a solitary wailing cry of mingled astonishment and despair went up behind us. But before any of us could turn, and while my own heart stood still, for I thought I recognized this veiled figure,

the woman at the altar raised her hand and pointed towards the bridegroom. Why does he hesitate, she cried, does he not recognize the only woman with whom he dare face God and man at the altar? because i am already his wedded wife and have been so for five long years does this make my wearing of this veil amiss when he a husband unreleased by the law dares enter this sacred place with the hope and expectation of a bridegroom it was ruth oliver who spoke i recognized her voice as i had recognized her apparel but the emotions aroused in me by her presence and the almost incredible claims she advanced she advanced were lost in the horror inspired by the man she thus vehemently accused. No lost spirit from the pit could have shown a more hideous commingling of the most terrible passions known to man than he did in the face of this terrible arraignment. And if Ella Althorpe cowering in her shame and misery halfway up the aisle saw him in all his depravity at that instant as I did, nothing could have saved her long-cherished love from immediate death yet he tried to speak it is false he cried all false the woman i once called wife is dead

dead olive randolph murderer she exclaimed the blow struck in the dark found another victim and pulling the veil from her face ruth oliver advanced to his side and laid her trembling hand with a firm and decisive movement on his arm was it her words her touch or the sound of the clock striking eight in the great tower over our heads which so totally overwhelmed him as the last stroke of the hour which was to have seen him united with miss althorpe died out in the odd spaces above him he gave a cry such as i am sure never resounded between those sacred walls before and sank in a heap on the spot where but a few minutes previous he had lifted his head in all the glow and pride of a prospective bridegroom end of chapter forty Chapter 41 of That Affair Next Door This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org

Read for you today by John Larson in Minnesota. That Affair Next Door by Anna K. Green Chapter 41 Secret History It was hours before I found myself able to realize that the scene I had just witnessed, had a deeper and much more dreadful significance than appeared to the general eye, and that Ruth Oliver, in her desperate interruption of these treacherous nuptials, had not only made good her prior claim to Randolph Stone as her husband, but had pointed

him out to all the world as the villainous author of that crime which for so long a time had occupied my own and the public's attention. thinking that you may find the same difficulty in grasping this terrible fact, and being anxious to save you from the suspense under which I myself labored for so many hours, I here subjoin a written statement made by this woman some weeks later, in which the whole mystery is explained. It is signed Olive Randolph, the name to which she evidently feels herself best entitled. The man known in New York's as Randolph Stone was first seen by me in Michigan five years ago. His name then was John Randolph, and how he has since come to add to this further appellation of stone I must leave to himself to explain. I was born in Michigan myself, until my 18th year I lived with my father, who was a widower without any other child, in a little low cottage amid the sand mounds that border the eastern side.

of the lake. I was not pretty, but every man who passed me on the beach or in the streets of the little town, where we went to market and to church, stopped to look at me, and this I noticed, and from this perhaps my unhappiness arose, for before I was old enough to know the difference between poverty and riches, I began to lose all interest in my simple home duties, and to cast longing looks at the great school building where girls like myself learned to speak like ladies and played the piano. Yet these ambitious promptings might have come to nothing if I had never met him. I might have settled down in my own sphere and lived a useful, if unsatisfied life, like my mother and my mother's mother before her. But fate had reserved me for wretchedness, and one day just as I was on the

verge of my 18th year, I saw John Randolph. I was coming out of church when our eyes first met, and I noticed after the first shock my simple heart received from his handsome face and elegant appearance, that he was surveying me with that strange look of admiration I had seen before on so many faces, and the joy this gave me, and the certainty which came with it of my seeing him again, made that moment quite unlike any other in my whole life, and was the beginning of that passion, which has undone me, ruined him, and brought death and sorrow to many others of more worth than either of us. He was not a resident of the town, but a passing visitor, and his intention had been, as he has since told me, to leave the place on the following day. But the dart which had

pierced my breast had not glanced entirely aside from his, and he remained, as he declared, to see what there was in this little country girl's face, to make it so unforgettable. We met first on the beach, and afterwards under the strip of pines, which separate our cottage, from the sand mounds, and though I have no reason to believe he came to these interviews with any honest purpose or deep sincerity of feeling, it is certain he exerted all his power, and to make them memorable to me and that in doing so he awoke some of the fire in his own breast which he took such wicked pleasure in a rousing in mine in fact he soon showed that this was so for i could take no step from the house without encountering him and the one indelible impression remaining to me from those days is the expression his face wore as one sunny afternoon he laid my hand on his life arm and drew me away to have a look at the lake booming on the beach below us.

There was no love in it, as I understand love now, but the passion which informed it almost amounted to intoxication. And if such a passion can be understood between a man, already cultivated, and a girl who hardly knew how to read, it may in a measure account for what followed. My father, who was no fool, and who saw the selfish quality in this attractive lover of mine, was alarmed by our growing intimacy. Taking an opportunity when we were both in a more sensible mood than common, he put the case before Mr. Randolph in a very decided way. He told him that either he must marry me at once or quit seeing me altogether.

No delay was to be considered, and no compromise. allowed. As my father was a man with whom no one ever disputed, John Randolph prepared to leave the town, declaring that he could marry no one at that stage of his career. But before he could carry out his intention, the old intoxication returned, and he came back in a fever of love and impatience to marry me. Had I been older or more experienced in the ways of the world, I would have known that such passion as this evinced was short-lived, that there is no witchery in a smile lasting enough to make men like him forget the lack of social graces to which they are accustomed. But I was mad with happiness, and was unconscious of any cloud lowering upon our future,

till the day of our first separation came, when an event occurred which showed me what I might expect if I could not speedily raise myself to his level. We were out walking, and we met a lady who had known Mr. Randolph elsewhere. She was well-dressed, which I was not, though I had not realized it till I saw how attractive she looked in quiet colors, and with only a simple ribbon on her hat, and she had besides a way of speaking, which made my tones sound harsh, and robbed me of that feeling of superiority,

with which I had hitherto regarded all the girls of my acquaintance. but it was not her possession of these advantages keenly as i felt them which awakened me to the sense of my position it was the surprise she showed a surprise the source of which was not to be mistaken when he introduced me to her as his wife and though she recovered herself in a moment and tried to be kind and gracious i felt the sting of it and saw that he felt it too and consequently was not at all astonished when after she had passed us he turned and looked at me critically for the first time But his way of showing his dissatisfaction gave me a shock it took me years to recover from. Take off that hat, he cried, and when I had obeyed him, he tore out the spray, which to my eyes had been its chief adornment, and threw it in some bushes nearby. Then he gave me back the hat, and asked for the silk neckerchief, which I had regarded as the glory of my bridal costume. giving it to him I saw him put it in his pocket, and understanding thou that he was trying to make me look more like the lady we had passed, I cried out passionately. It is not these things that make the difference, John, but my voice and my way of walking and speaking.

Give me money and let me be educated, and then we will see if any other woman can draw your eyes away from me. But he had received a shock that made him cruel. "'You cannot make a silk purse out of a sow's ear,' he sneered, and was silent all the rest of the way home. "'I was silent, too, for I never talk when I am angry, but when we arrived in our own little room I confronted him. "'Are you going to say any more such cruel things to me?' I asked, for if you are I should like you to say them now and be done with it.

He looked desperately angry, but there was yet a little love left in his heart for me, for he laughed after he had looked at me for a minute, and took me in his arms and said some fine things, with which he had previously won my heart, but not with the old fire, and not with the old effect upon me. Yet my love had not grown cold, it had only changed from the unthinking stage to the thinking one, and I was quite in earnest when I said, I know I am not as pretty or as nice as the ladies you are accustomed to, but I have a heart that has never known any other passion than its love for you, and from such a heart you ought to expect a lady to grow, and there will.

Only give me the chance, John, only let me learn to read and write. But he was in an incredulous state of mind, and it ended in his going away without making any arrangements for my education. He was bound for San Francisco, where he had business to transact, and he put up to promised to be back in four weeks, but before the four weeks he lapsed, he wrote me that it would be five, and later on that it would be six, and afterwards that it would be when he had finished a big piece of work he was engaged upon, and which would bring him a large amount of money. I believed him, and I doubted him at the same time, but I was not altogether sorry he delayed

his return, for I had begun school on my own account, and was fast-laying the foundation of a solid education. My means came from my father, who now it was too late, saw the necessity of my improving myself. The amount of studying I did that first year was amazing, but it was nothing to what I went through the second, for my husband's letters had begun to fail me, and I was forced to work in order to drown grief, and keep myself from despair. Finally, no letters came at all, and when the second year was over, and I could at least express myself correctly. I woke to the realization that, so far as my husband was concerned, I had gone through all this labor for nothing,

and that unless by some fortunate chance I could light upon some clue to his whereabouts, in the great world beyond our little town, I would be likely to pass the remainder of my days in widowhood and desolation. My father, dying at this time and leaving me a thousand dollars, I knew no better way of spending it than in the hopeless search I have just mentioned. Accordingly, after his burial I started out on my travels, gaining experience with every mile. I had not been away a week before I realized what a folly I had indulged in in ever hoping to see John Randolph back at my side. I saw the homes in which such men as he lived, and met in cars and on steamboats, the kind of people with whom he must associate to be happy, and a gulf seemed to open between us, which even such love as mine would be powerless to bridge. But, though my hope thus sank in my breast, I did not lose my old ambition of making myself as worthy of him as circumstances would permit.

I read only the best books, and I allowed myself to become acquainted with only the best people, and as I saw myself liked by such, the awkwardness of my manner gradually disappeared, and I began to feel that the day would come when I should be universally recognized as a lady. Meantime, I did not advance an iota in the object of my journey, and at last, with every expectation gone of ever seeing my husband again, I made my way to Toledo. Here I speedily found employment and what was better still

to one of my ambitious tendencies, an opportunity to add to the sum of my accomplishments, a knowledge of French and music. The French I learned from the family I lived with, and the music from a professor in the same house whose love for his pet art was so great that he found its simple happiness to impart it to one so greedy for improvement as myself.

Here, in course of time, I also learned typewriting, and it was for the purpose of seeking employment in this capacity that I finally came to New York. This was three months ago. I was in complete ignorance of the city when I entered it, and for a day or two I wandered to and fro, searching for a suitable lodging-house. It was while I was on my way,

to Mrs. Desperger's that I saw advancing toward me a gentleman in whose air and manner I detected a resemblance to the husband who some five years since had deserted me. The shock was too much for myself control, quaking in every limb I stood awaiting his approach, and when he came up to me and I saw by his startled recognition of me that it was indeed he, I gave a loud cry and threw myself upon his arm. The start he gave was nothing to the frightful expression which crossed his face at this encounter, but I thought both due to his surprise, though now I am convinced they had their origin in the deepest and worst emotions of which a man is capable. John, John, I cried, and could say no more, for the agitations of five solitary, despairing years

were choking me. But he was entirely voiceless, stricken. I have no doubt beyond any power of mine to realize. How could I dream that in consideration, power, and prestige, he had advanced even more rapidly than myself, and that at this moment he was not only the idol of society, but on the verge of uniting himself to a woman, I will not say of marrying her, for marry her he could not while I lived, who would make him the envied possessor of millions. Such fortune, such daring, yes, and such depravity, were beyond the reach of my imagination, and while I thought his pleasure less than mine, I did not dream that my existence was a menace to all his hopes, and that during this moment of speechlessness he was sounding his nature

for means to rid himself of me, even at the cost of my life. His first movement was to push me away, but I clung to him all the harder, at which his whole manner changed, and he began to make futile efforts to calm me and lead me away from the spot. Seeing that these attempts were unavailing, he turned pale and raised his arm up passionately, but speedily dropped it again, and casting glances this way and that, broke suddenly into a loud laugh, and became, as by the touch of a magician's wand, my old lover again. "'Why, Olive!' he cried. "'Why, Olive! Is it you?'

"'Did I say my name was Olive?' "'Hapily met, my dear. I did not know what I had been missing all these years, but now I know it was you. Will you come with me, or shall I go home with you?' "'I have no home,' said I. "'I have just come into town.' then i see but one alternative he smiled and what a power there was in his smile when he chose to exert it you must come to my apartments are you willing i am your wife i answered he had taken me on his arm by this time and the recoil he made at these words was quite perceptible but his face still smiled and i was too mad with joy to be critical

and a very pretty and charming wife you have become said he drawing me on for a few steps suddenly he paused and i felt the old shadow fall between us again but your dress is very shabby he remarked it was not it was not near as shabby as the linen duster he himself wore is that rain he inquired looking up as a drop or two fell yes it is raining very well let us go into this store we are coming to and buy a gossamer. That will cover up your gown. I cannot take you to my house dressed as you are now. Surprised, for I had thought my dress very neat and ladylike, but never dreaming of questioning his taste any more than in the old days in Michigan, I went with him into the shop he had pointed out, and bought me a gossamer, for which he paid. When he had helped me put it on, and had tied my veil well over my face, he seemed more at ease and gave me his arm quite cheerfully. Now, said he, you look well, but how about the time when you will have to take the gossamer off?

I tell you what it is, my dear. You will have to refit yourself entirely before I shall be satisfied. And again I saw him cast about him that furtive and inquiring look, which would have awakened more surprise in me than it did, had I known that we were in a part of the city where he ran, but little chance of meeting anyone he knew. This old duster I have on, he suddenly laughed, is a very appropriate companion to your gossamer. And, though I did not agree with him, for my clothes were new and his old and shabby, I laughed also and never dreamed of evil. As this garment which so disfigured him that morning has been the occasion of much false speculation on the part of those whose business it was to inquire into the crime, with which it

is in a most unhappy way connected, I may as well explain here and now why so fastidious a gentleman as Randolph Stone came to wear it. The gentleman called Howard Van Burnham was not the only person who visited the Van Burnham offices on the morning preceding the murder. Randolph Stone was there also, but he did not see the brothers. For finding them closeted together, he decided not to interrupt them. As he was a frequent visitor there, his presence created no remark, nor was his departure noted. Descending the stairs separating the offices from the street, he was about to leave the building, when he noticed that the clouds looked ominous. Being dressed for a luncheon with Miss Elthorpe, he felt averse to getting wet, so he stepped back into the adjoining hall and began groping for an umbrella,

in a little closet under the stairs where he had once before found such an article. While doing this he heard the younger Van Burnum descend and go out, and realizing that he could now see Franklin without difficulty, he was about to return upstairs when he heard that gentleman also come down and follow his brother into the street. his first impulse was to join him but finding nothing but an old duster in the closet he gave up this intention and putting on this shabby but protecting garment started for his apartments little realizing into what a course of duplicity and crime it was destined to lead him for to the wearing of this old duster on this especial morning innocent as the occasion was i attribute john randolph's temptation to murder had he gone out without it he would have taken his usual course up broadway and never met me or even if he had taken the same roundabout way to his apartments as that which led to our encounter he would never have dared in his ordinary fine dress conspicuous as it made him to have entered upon those measures which as he is clever enough to know led to disgrace if they do not end in a felons cell

it was john randolph then or randolph stone as he is pleased to call himself in new york and not franklin van bernam who had doubtless proceeded in another direction who came up to where howard had stood saw the keys he had dropped and put them in his own pocket it was as innocent in action as the dawning of the duster and yet it was fraught with the worst consequences to himself and to others being of the same height and complexion as franklin van bernam and both gentlemen wearing at that time a moustache my husband shaved his off after the murder the mistakes which arose out of this strange equipment were but natural seen from the rear or in the semi-darkness of a hotel office they might look alike though to me or to any one studying them well their faces are really very different but to return leading me through streets of which i knew nothing he presently stopped before the entrance of a large hotel i tell you what olive said he we had better go in here take a room and send for such things as you require to make you look like a lady as i had no objection to anything which kept me at his side i told him that whatever suited him suited me and followed him quite eagerly into the office i did not know then that this hotel was a second-rate one not having had experience with the best but if i had i should not have wondered at his choice for there was nothing in his appearance as i have already intimated or in his manners up to this point to lead me to think he was one of the city's great swells and that it was only in such an unfashionable house as this he would be likely to pass unrecognized

how with his markedly handsome features and distinguished bearing he managed to so carry himself as to look like a man of inferior breeding i can no more explain than i can the singular change which took place in him when once he found himself in the midst of the crowd which lounged about this office from a man to attract all eyes he became at once a man to attract none and slouched and looked so ordinary that i stared at him in astonishment little thinking that he had assumed this manner as a disguise seeing me at a loss he spoke up quite peremptorily let us keep our secret olive till you can appear in the world full-fledged and look here darling won't you go to the desk and ask for a room i am no hand at any such business confounded at a proposition so unexpected but too much under the spell of my feelings to dispute his wishes i faltered out but supposing they asked me to register at which he gave me a look which recalled the old days in michigan and quietly sneered give them a fictitious name you have learned to write by this time have you not stung by his taunt but more in love with him than ever for his momentary display of passion had made him look both masterful and handsome i went up to the desk to do his bidding a room said i and when asked to write our names in the book that lay before me i put down the first that suggested itself i wrote with my gloves on which was why the writing looked so queer that it was taken for a disguised hand this done he rejoined me and we went upstairs and i was too happy to be in his company again to wonder at his peculiarities or way the consequences of the implicit confidence i accorded him

i was desperately in love once more and entered into every plan he proposed without a thought beyond the joyous present he was so handsome without his hat and when after some short delay he threw aside the duster i felt myself for the first time in my life in the presence of a finished gentleman then his manner was so changed he was so like his oldest and best self so dangerously like what he was in those long vanished hours under the pines in my sand-swept home on the shores of lake michigan that he faltered at times and sank into strange spells of silence which had something in them that made my breath come fitfully did not awaken my apprehension or rouse in me more than a passing curiosity I thought he regretted the past, and when, after one such pause in our conversation, he drew out of his pocket a couple of keys tied together with a string, and surveyed the card attached to them with a strange look, easy enough to be understood by me now, I only laughed at his abstraction, and indulged him in a fresh caress

to make him more mindful of my presence. These keys were the ones which Mrs. Van Burnham's husband had dropped, and which he had picked up before meeting me, and after he had put them back into his pocket, he became more talkative than before, and more systematically lover-like. I think he had not seen his way clearly until that moment, the dark and dreadful way, which was to end, as he supposed in my death. But I feared nothing, suspected nothing. Such deep and desperate wickedness as he was planning was being,

the wildest flight of my imagination. When he insisted upon sending for a complete set of clothing for me, and when at his dictation I wrote a list of the articles I wanted, I thought he was influenced by his wish as my husband to see me dressed in articles of his own buying. That it was all a plot to rob me of my identity, could not strike such a mind as mine, and when the packages came and were received by him in the sly way, already known to the public, I saw nothing in his caution but a playful display of mystery that was to end in my romantic establishment in a home of love and luxury. End of Part 1 of Chapter 41

Chapter 41 Part 2 of that affair next door. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public. domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Read for you today by Dawn Larson in Minnesota. That affair next door by Anna K. Green Chapter 41, Part 2. Secret History Or rather it is thus that I account for my conduct now, and yet the precaution I took not to change the shoes in which my money was hidden, may argue that I was not without some

underlying doubt of his complete sincerity. But if so, I hid it from myself, and, as I have every reason to believe from him also, doubtless excusing my action to myself by considering that I would be none the worse off, for a few dollars of my own, even if he was my husband and had promised me no end of pleasure and comfort. That he did intend to make me happy he had assured me more than once. indeed before we had been long in this hotel room he informed me that great experiences lay before me that he had prospered much in the last five years and had now a house of his own to offer me and a large circle of friends to make our life in it agreeable "'We will go to our house to-night,' said he. "'I have not been living in it lately, and you may find it a little uncomfortable,

but we will remedy that to-morrow. Anything is better than staying here under a false name, and I cannot take you to my bachelor apartment.' I had doubted some of his previous statements, but this one I implicitly believed. Why should not so elegant a man have a house of his own? and if he had told me it was built of marble and hung with Florentine tapestries, I should still have credited it all.

I was in Fairyland and he was my knight of romance, even when he had hung his head in leaving the hotel and looked at once so ordinary and uninteresting. The ruse he made use of to cut off all connection between ourselves and Mr. and Mrs. James Pope, who had registered at the Hotel D, was accepted by me with the same lack of suspicion. That he should wish to carry no remembrance of our old life into our new home, I thought a delightful piece of folly,

and when he proposed that we should bequeath my gossamer and his own disfiguring duster to the coachman, in whose hack we were riding, I laughed gleefully and helped him fold them up and placed them under the cushions, though I did wonder why he cut a piece out of the neck of the former, and pouted with the happy freedom of a self-confident woman when he said, "'It is the first thing I ever bought for you, and I am foolish enough to wish to preserve this much of it for a keepsake. Do you object, my dear?'

As I was conscious of cherishing a similar folly in his regard, and could have pressed even that old duster of his to my heart, I offered him a kiss and said no, and he put the scrap away in his pocket. that it was the portion on which was stamped the name of the firm from which it was bought did not occur to me when the coach stopped he urged me away on foot in a direction entirely strange to me saying we would take another hack as soon as we had disposed of the bundles we were carrying how he intended to do this i did not know but presently he drew me towards a chinese laundry where he bade me leave one of them as washing and the other he dropped to do this i did not know but presently he drew me towards a chinese laundry where he bade me leave one of them as washing and the other he dropped to go to the other he drew to do it. before the opening of a sewer as we stepped up a neighboring curbstone, and still I did not suspect. Our ride to Gramercy Park was short, but during it he had time to put a bill in my hand and tell me I was to pay the driver. He had also time to secure the weapon upon which he had probably had his eye fixed from the first.

His manner of doing this I can never forgive, for it was a lover's moment. manner, and as such intended to deceive and conjole me. Drawing my head down on his shoulder, he drew off my veil, saying that it was the only article left of my buying, and that we would leave it behind us in this coach as we left the gossamer in the other. Only I will make sure that no other woman ever wears it, he laughed, slitting it up and down with his knife. When this was done he kissed me, and he kissed me, and then while my heart was tender and the warm tears stood in my eyes, he drew out the pin from my hat,

meeting my remonstrances with the assurance that he hated to see my head covered and that no hat was as pretty as my own brown hair. As this was nonsense and as the coach was beginning to stop, I shook my head at him and put my hat on, but he had dropped the pin or so he said, and I had to alight without it. when i had paid the driver and the coach had driven off i had a chance to look up at the house before which we had stopped its height and imposing appearance daunted me in spite of the great expectations i had formed and i ran up the stoop after him in a condition of mingled awe and wild delight that was the poorest preparation possible for what lay before me in the dark interior we were entering

he was fumbling nervously in the keyhole with his key and i heard a whispered oath escape him but presently the door fell back and we stepped into what looked to me like a cavern of darkness to not be frightened he admonished me i will strike a light in a moment and after carefully closing the street door behind us he stretched out his hand to take mine or so i judge for i heard him whisper impatiently where are you i was on the threshold of the parlor to which i had groped my way while he was closing the front door so i whispered back here but found voice for nothing further for at that instant i heard a sound proceeding from the depths of the darkness in front of me and was so struck with terror that i fell back against the staircase just as he passed me and entered the room from which that stealthy noise had issued darling he whispered darling and went stumbling on in the void of darkness before me till suddenly by some power i cannot explain i seemed to see faintly but distinctly as if with my mind's eye rather than with my bodily one i perceived the shadowy form of a woman standing in the space before him and beheld him suddenly grasp her with what he meant to be a loving cry but which to my ears at that moment sounded strangely ferocious, and after holding her a moment suddenly released her, at which she uttered one low, curdling moan and sank at his feet. At the same instant I heard a click, which I did not understand then, but which I now know to have been the head of the hat-pin striking the register.

Horrified past all power of speech and action, for I saw that he had intended this blow for me, a coward against the stairs waiting for him to pass out. This he did not do at once, though the delay must have been short. He stopped long enough by the prostrate form to stir it with his foot, probably to see if life was extinct, but no longer, yet it seemed an eternity before I perceived him groping his way over the threshold, an eternity in which every act of my life passed before me, and every word and every expression with which he had beguiled me came to rack my soul and made the horror of this mad awakening greater no thought of her or of the guilt with which he had forever damned his soul came to me in that first moment of misery my loss my escape and the danger in which i still stood if the least hint reached him of the mistake he had made filled my mind too entirely for me to dwell on any less impersonal theme his words for he muttered several in that short passage out showed me in what a fool's paradise i had been revelling and how certainly i had turned his every thought towards murder when i seized him in the street and proclaimed myself his wife

the satisfaction with which he uttered well struck gave little hint of remorse and the gloating delight with which he added something about the devil having assisted him to make it a safe blow as well as a deadly one was proof not only of his having used all his cunning in planning this crime but of his pleasure in its apparent success that he continued in this frame of mind and that he never lost confidence in the precautions he had taken and in the mystery with which the deed was surrounded is apparent from the fact that he revisited the van bernam office on the following morning and hung again on its accustomed nail the keys of the grammarsie park house when the front door had closed and i knew that he had gone away in the full belief that it was my form he had left lying behind him on that midnight floor all the accumulated terrors of the situation came to me in full force and i began to think of her as well as of myself and longed for courage to approach her or even the daring to call out for help but the thought that it was my husband who had committed this crime held me tongue-tied and though i soon began to move inch by inch in her direction it was some time before i could so far overcome my terror as to enter the room where she lay i had supposed and still supposed as was natural after seeing him open the door with the keys he took from his pocket that the house was his and the victim a member of his own household but when after innumerable hesitations and a bodily shrinking that was little short of torment i managed to drag myself into the room and light a match which i found on a farther mantel-shelf i saw enough in the general appearance of the rooms and of the figure at my feet to make me doubt that i found on a farther mantel-shelf i saw enough in the general appearance of the rooms

and of the figure at my feet to make me doubt the truth of both these suppositions yet no other explanation came to lighten the mystery of the occasion and dazed as i was by the horror of my position and the mortal dread i felt of the man who in one instant had turned the heaven of my love into a hell of fathomless horrors i soon had eyes for the one fact only that the woman lying before me was sufficiently like myself to inspire me with the hope of preserving my secret and keeping from my would-be slayer the knowledge of my having escaped the doom he had prepared for me for ascribe it to what motive you will that was the one idea now dominating my mind i wanted him to believe me dead i wanted to feel that all connection between us was severed for ever he had killed me by killing my love and faith in him he had murdered the better part of myself and i shrank with inconceivable horror from anything that would bring me again under his eye or force me to assert claims that it would be the future business of my life to forget when the first match went out i had not the courage to light another so i crept away in the darkness to listen at the foot of the stairs there was no sound from above and a terrifying sense began to pervade me that i was in that house alone yet there was safety in the thought and opportunity for what i was planning and finally under the stress of the purpose that was every moment developing within me i went softly upstairs and listened at all the doors till i was certain that the house was unoccupied then i came down and walked resolutely back into the parlor for i knew if i allowed any time to pass i could never again summon up strength to cross its grisly threshold

yet i did nothing for hours but crouch in one of its dismal corners waiting for mourning that i did not go mad in that awful interval is a wonder i must have been near it more than once i have been asked and miss butterworth has been asked how in the light of what we now know concerning this poor victim's present there we account for her being in the darkness and showing so little terror at our entrance and mr stone's approach i account for it in this way two half-burned matches were found in the parlor grate one i flung there and the other had probably been used by her to light the dining-room gas if this was still lighted when we drove up as it may have been then alarmed by the sound of the stopping-coach she had put it out with a vague idea of hiding herself till she knew whether it was the old gentleman who was coming or only her suspicious and unreasonable husband if it was not lighted then she was probably aroused from asleep on the parlor sofa and was for the moment two days to cry out or resent and embrace she had not time to understand before she succumbed to the cruel stab that killed her miss butterworth however thinks the poor creature took the intruder for franklin till she heard my voice when she probably became so amazed that she was in a measure paralyzed and found it impossible to move or cry out as miss butterworth is a woman of great discretion i should think her explanation the truest if i did not consider her a little prejudiced against mrs van bernam but to return to myself with the first glimmer of light that came through the closed shutters i rose and began my dreadful task upheld by a purpose as relentless as that which drove the author of this horror into murder

i stripped the body and put upon it my own clothing with the one exception of the shoes then when i had redressed myself in hers i steadied up my heart and with one wild pull dragged down the one wild pull dragged down the shoes then when i had redressed myself in hers i steadied up my heart and with one wild pull dragged down the cabinet upon her, so that her face might lose its traits, and her identification become impossible. How I had the strength to do this, and how I could contemplate the result without shrieking, I cannot now imagine. Perhaps I was hardly human at this crisis. Perhaps something of the demon which had informed him in his awful work had entered into my breast, making this thing possible. I only know that I did what I have said, and I did it calmly, more than that, that I had mind and judgment left to give to my own appearance. Observing that the dress I had put on was of a conspicuous plaid. I exchanged the skirt portion with the brown silk petticoat under it,

and when I observed that it hung below the other, as of course it would, I went through the house till I came upon some pins, with which I pinned it up out of sight. Thus equipped, I was still a person to attract attention, especially as I had no hat to put on, my own having fallen from my head and been covered by the dead woman's body, which nothing would induce me to move again. But I had confidence in my own powers to escape question, toned up as I was in every nerve by the dreadfulness of my situation,

and as soon as I was in decent shape for flight, I opened the front door and prepared to slip out. But here, the intense dread I felt of my husband, a dread which had actuated all my movements, and sustained me in his harrowing a task as ever woman performed, seized me with renewed force, and I quailed at the prospect of entering the streets alone. Supposing he should be on the stoop,

supposing he should be in an opposite window even. Could I encounter him again and live? He was not far away, or so I felt. A murderer, it is said, cannot help haunting the scene of his crime, and if he should see me alive and well, what might I not expect from his astonishment and alarm? I did not dare go out. But neither did I dare remain,

so after quaking for a good five minutes on the threshold, I made one wild dash through the door. There was no one in sight, and I reached Broadway before I ran across man or woman. Even then I got by without anyone speaking to me, and, favored by Providence, found a nook at the end of an alleyway, where I remained undiscovered till it was late enough in the morning for me to enter a shop and buy a hat. The rest of my movements are known, I found my way to Mrs. Desperger's this time without interruption, and from that place sought and found a situation with Miss Althorpe. That her fate was in any way connected with mine, or that the Randolph Stone she was engaged to marry, was the John Randolph from whose clutches I had just escaped, was, of course, unsuspected by me,

and, incredible as it may seem, continued to be unsuspected as long as I remained in the house. There was reason for this. My duties were such as I could well attend to in my own room, and feeling a horror of the world and everything in it, I kept my room as much as possible, and never went out of it when I knew that he was in the house. the very thought of love awakened intolerable emotions in me, and much as I admired and revered Miss Althorpe, I could not bring myself to meet or even talk of the man to whom she was in expectation of being so soon united. There was another thing of which I was ignorant, and that was the circumstances which had invested with so much interest the crime of which

I had been witness. I did not know that the victim had been recognized, or that an innocent man had been arrested for her murder. In fact, I knew nothing concerning the affair, save what I had seen with my own eyes, no one having mentioned the murder in my presence, and I having religiously avoided the very sight of a paper, for fear that I should see some account of the horrible affair, and so lose what small remnants of courage I still possessed. This apathy concerning a matter so important to myself, or rather this almost frenzied determination to cut myself loose from my dreadful past, may seem strange and unnatural. But it will seem stranger yet when I say that for all these efforts I was haunted night

and day by one small fact, connected with this past, which made forgetfulness impossible. I had taken the rings from the hands of the dead woman, as I had taken away her clothes, and the possession of these valuables, probably because they represented so much money, weighed on my conscience and made me feel like a thief. The purse which I found in a pocket of the skirt I had put on was a trouble to me, but the rings were a source of constant terror and disturbance. I hid them finally in a ball of yarn I was using, but even then I experienced but little peace,

for they were not mine, and I lacked the courage to avow it, or seek out the person to whom they now rightfully belonged. When, therefore, in the intervals of fever which attacked me in Miss Althorpe's house, I overheard enough of a conversation between her and Miss Butterworth to learn that the murdered woman had been a Mrs. Van Burnham, and that her husband or relatives had an office somewhere downtown.

I was so seized by the instinct of restitution that I took the first opportunity that offered to leave my bed and hunt up these people. That I would injure them in any way by secretly restoring these jewels, I never dreamed. Indeed, I did not exercise my mind at all on the subject, but only followed the instincts of my delirium. And while to all appearance I showed all the cunning of an insane person, in the pursuit of my purpose, I failed to remember now how I found my way to Duane Street,

or by what suggestion of my diseased brain I was induced to slip these rings upon the hook attached to Mr. Van Burnum's desk. Probably the mere utterance of this well-known name into the ears of the ears of, of passers-by, was enough to obtain for me such directions as I needed. But, however that may be, the result was misapprehension and the complications which followed, serious. Of the emotion caused in me by the unaccountable discovery of my connection with this crime, I need not speak. The love which I had one time felt for John Randolph had turned to gall and bitterness, but enough sense of duty remained in my bruised and broken heart to keep me from denouncing him to the police till by a sudden stroke of fate or providence i saw him in the carriage with miss althorpe and realized that he was not only the man with whom she was upon the point of alying herself but that it was to preserve his place in her regard and to attain the lofty position promised by this union he had attempted to

murder me, and had murdered another woman only less unfortunate and miserable than myself. It was the last and bitterest blow that could come from his hand, and though instinct led me to throw myself into the carriage before which I stood, and thus escape a meeting which I felt I could never survive. I was determined from that moment, not only to save Miss Elthorpe from an alliance with this villain, but to revenge myself upon him in some never to be forgotten manner. That this revenge involved her in a public shame, from which her angelic goodness to me should have saved her, I regret now as deeply as even she can wish. But the madness that was upon me made me blind to every other consideration than that

of the boundless hatred I bore for him. and while I can look for no forgiveness from her on that account, I still hope the day will come when she will see that in spite of my momentary disregard for her feelings, I cherish for her an affection that nothing can efface or make other than the ruling passion of my life. End of Chapter 41. Chapter 42.

With Miss Butterworth's compliments, they tell me that mr gryce has never been quite the same man since the clearing up of this mystery that his confidence in his own powers is shaken and that he hints more often than is agreeable to his superiors that when a man has passed his seventy-seventh year it is time for him to give up active connection with police matters i do not agree with him his mistakes if we may call them such were not those of failing faculties but of a man made over-secure in his own conclusions by a series of old successes had he listened to me but i will not pursue this suggestion you will accuse me of egotism an imputation i cannot bear with equanimity and will not risk modest depreciation of myself being one of the chief attributes of my character. Footnote D. My attention has been called to the fact that I have not confessed whether it was owing to a mistake

made by Mr. Gice or myself, that Franklin Van Bernam was identified as the man who had entered the adjoining house on the night of the murder. Well, the truth is, neither of us was to blame for that. The man I identified, it was while watching the guests who attended Miss. is Van Burnham's funeral, you remember, was really Mr. Stone, but, owing to the fact that this latter gentleman had lingered in the vestibule till he was joined by Franklin, and that they had finally entered together, some confusion was created in the mind of the man on duty in the hall, so that when Mr. Grice asked him who it was that came in immediately after the four who arrived together,

he answered Mr. Franklin Van Burnham, being anxious to him. win his superior's applause, and considering that person much more likely to merit the detective's attention than a mere friend of the family like Mr. Stone. In punishment for this momentary display of egotism, he has been discharged from the force, I believe. A. B. End of footnote D. Howard Van Burnum bore his release, as he had his arrest with great outward composure. mr gryce's explanation of his motives in perjuring himself before the coroner was correct and while the mass of people wondered at that instinct of pride which led him to risk the imputation of murder sooner than have the world accuse his wife of an unwomanly action there were others who understood his peculiarities and thought his conduct quite in keeping with what they knew of his warped and over-sensitive nature

that he has been greatly moved by the unmerited fate of his weak but unfortunate wife is evident from the sincerity with which he still mourns her I had always understood that Franklin had never been told of the peril in which his good name had stood for a few short hours. But since a certain confidential conversation which took place between us one evening, I have come to the conclusion that the police were not so reticent as they made themselves out to be. In that conversation he professed to thank me for certain good offices I had done him and his, and waxing warm in his gratitude confessed that without my interference he would have found himself in a strait of no ordinary seriousness for said he there has been no overstatement of the feelings i cherished toward my sister-in-law nor was there any mistake in thinking that she uttered some very desperate threats against me during the visit she paid me at my office on that monday but i never thought of ridding myself of her in any way i only thought of keeping her and my brother apart till i could escape the country when therefore he came into the office on tuesday morning for the keys of our father's house

i felt such a dread of the two meeting there that i left immediately after my brother for the place where she had told me she would await a final message from me i hoped to move her by one final plea for i love my brother sincerely notwithstanding the wrong i once did him i was therefore with her in another place at the very time i was thought to be with her at the hotel d a fact which greatly hampered me as you can see when i was requested by the police to give an account of how i spent that day when i left her it was to seek my brother she had told me of her deliberate intention of spending the night in the gramercy park house and as i saw no way of her doing this without my brother's connivance i started in search of him meaning to stick to him when i found him and keep him away from her till that night was over i was not successful in my undertaking he was locked in his rooms it seemed packing up his effects for flight we always had the same instinct even when boys. And receiving no answer to my knock, I hastened away to Gramercy Park, to keep a watch over the house against my brother coming there. This was early in the evening, and for hours afterwards I wandered like a restless spirit in and out of those streets,

meeting no one I knew, not even my brother, though he was wandering about in very much the same manner and with very much the same apprehensions. The duplicity of the woman became very evident to me the next morning. In my last interview with her, she had shown no relenting in her purpose towards me, but when I entered my office after this restless night in the streets, I found lying on my desk her little handbag, which had been sent down from Mrs. Parker's. In it was the letter, just as you divined Miss Butterworth. I had hardly got over the shock of this most unexpected good fortune,

when the news came that a woman had been found dead in my father's house. What was I to think? That it was she, of course, and that my brother had been the man to let her in there. Miss Butterworth, this is how he ended, I make no demands upon you, as I have made no demands upon the police, to keep the secret contained in that letter from my much abused brother.

Or rather, it is too late now to keep it, for I have told him all there was to tell myself, and he has seen fit to overlook my fault, and to regard me with even more affection than he did before this dreadful tragedy came to harrow up our lives. Do you wonder I like Franklin Van Burnham? The Mrs. Van Burnham call upon me regularly,

and when they say, Dear old thing, now they mean it. Of Miss Althorpe, I cannot trust. myself to speak. She was and is the finest woman I know, and when the great shadow now hanging over her has lost some of its impenetrability, she will be a useful one again, or I do not rightly read the patient smile which makes her face so beautiful in its sadness. Olive Randolph has, at my request, taken up her abode in my house. The charm which she seems to have exerted over others she has exerted over me, and I doubt if I shall ever wish to part with her again.

In return she gives me an affection, which I am now getting old enough to appreciate. Her feeling for me and her gratitude to Miss Elthorpe are the only treasures left her out of the wreck of her life, and it shall be my business to make them lasting ones. The fate of Randolph Stone is too well known for me to be to be. enlarge upon it. But before I bid farewell to his name, I must say that after that curt confession of his, yes, I did it, in the way and for the motive she alleged. I have often tried to imagine the contradictory feelings with which he must have listened to the facts as they came out at the inquest. And convinced, as he had every reason to be,

that the victim was his wife, heard his friend Howard not only accept, her for his, but insist that he was the man who accompanied her to the house of death. He has never lifted the veil from those hours, and he never will. But I would give much of the peace of mind which has lately come to me, to know what his sensations were, not only at that time, but when, on the evening after the murder, he opened the papers and read that the woman, whom he had left for dead with her brain pierced by a hat-pin, had been found on that same floor crushed under a fallen cabinet and what explanation he was ever able to make to himself for a fact so inexplicable the end of that affair next door by anna kay green