"That's enough," said Lowney. "I've got his number. Now, Jepson, had
your master any enemies, that you know of?"

"Not that I know of. But I know nothing of Mr. Schuyler's affairs. I
see him go out of an evening, and I may notice that he comes in very
late, but as to his friends or enemies, I know nothing at all. I am
not one to pry, sir, and my master has always trusted me. I have
endeavored not to betray that trust."

This might have sounded pharisaical in a man of less sincerity of
speech. But Jepson's clear, straightforward eyes forbade any doubt of
his honesty and truth.

Again I was glad that Mrs. Schuyler had this staunch helper at her
side, for I foresaw troublous times in store for her.

"And you never heard of this Miss Van Allen? Never was in her house
before?"

"Never, sir. I know nothing of the houses on the side blocks." I
winced at this. "Of course, I know the people who come to this house,
but there is among them no Miss Van Allen."

"Rather not!" I thought to myself. And then I sighed at the memory of
Vicky Van. Had she killed this millionaire? And if so, why?

I was sure Vicky had never met Randolph Schuyler before that evening.
I had seen their meeting, and it was too surely the glance of stranger
to stranger that had passed between them, to make a previous