acquaintance possible. Vicky had been charming to him, as she always
was to every one, but she showed no special interest, and if she did
really kill him, it was some unguessable motive that prompted the
deed.

I thought it over. Schuyler, at the club, dined and wined, had perhaps
heard Norman Steele extol the charms of Vicky Van. Interested, he had
asked to be taken to Vicky's house, but, as it was so near his own, a
sense of precaution led him to adopt another name.

Then the inexplicable sequel!

And the mysterious disappearance of Vicky herself.

Though, of course, the girl would return. As Mrs. Reeves had said,
doubtless she had witnessed the crime, and, scared out of her wits,
had run away. Her return would clear up the matter.

Then the waiter's story?

Well, there was much to be done. And, as I suddenly bethought me, it
was time I, myself went home!

As I passed Vicky Van's house, on my way home, I saw lights pretty
much all over it, and was strongly tempted to go in. But common sense
told me I needed rest, and not only did I have many matters to attend
to on the morrow, but I had to tell the story to Aunt Lucy and Winnie!

That, of itself, would require some thought and tactful management,
for I was not willing to have them condemn Vicky Van entirely, and