But Eugene Babler was strangely quiet. He looked about the room in a
peculiar questioning way.

"Shall I raise a window?" he suggested finally. "It's rather--er--hot
in here."

"Yes, do," she urged. "Raise all of them. It's--do you--do you notice
a--a funny smell in here? Or am I imagining it? It--it almost makes
me sick!"

"Yes, there is a smell," he said, in evident relief. "I thought maybe
you'd been cleaning the carpet with something. It's ghastly. Can't we
go somewhere else?"

"Come on." She opened the door into the sitting-room. "We're coming
out here if you do not mind, Prue." And Fairy explained the difficulty.

"Why, that's very strange," said Prudence, knitting her brows. "I was
in there right after supper, and I didn't notice anything. What does
it smell like?"

"It's a new smell to me," laughed Fairy, "but something about it is
strangely suggestive of our angel-twins."

Prudence went to investigate, and Fairy shoved a big chair near the
table, waving her hand toward it lightly with a smile at Babbie. Then
she sank into a low rocker, and leaned one arm on the table. She
wrinkled her forehead thoughtfully.

"That smell," she began. "I am very suspicious about it. It was not