VIII MISSING: PAGE THIRTEEN

IX VIOLET'S OWN

The Golden Slipper And Other Problems for Violet Strange

PROBLEM I THE GOLDEN SLIPPER

"She's here! I thought she would be. She's one of the three
young ladies you see in the right-hand box near the proscenium."

The gentleman thus addressed--a man of middle age and a member
of the most exclusive clubs--turned his opera glass toward the
spot designated, and in some astonishment retorted:

"She? Why those are the Misses Pratt and--"

"Miss Violet Strange; no other."

"And do you mean to say--"

"I do--"

"That yon silly little chit, whose father I know, whose fortune
I know, who is seen everywhere, and who is called one of the
season's belles is an agent of yours; a--a--"

"No names here, please. You want a mystery solved. It is not a
matter for the police--that is, as yet,--and so you come to me,