Schuyler was interested.

"How strange," she said. "She sounds to me like an adventuress!"

"No, she isn't that. She has money enough."

"Where does she get it?"

"I don't know, I'm sure. But she is a quiet, self-reliant little
person, and not at all of the adventuress type."

"It doesn't matter," and Mrs. Schuyler sighed. "I don't care anything
about her personality. She must be bad or she wouldn't have killed my
husband. I'm not defending him, but men don't go to the houses of
complete strangers and get murdered by them! And I hope she will never
be found, for it might bring out a story of scandal or shame that will
always cling to Mr. Schuyler's memory. But, of course, she will come
back, and she will plead innocence and lay all blame on Mr. Schuyler.
Can't we buy her off? I would pay a large sum to keep her story from
the world."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Schuyler, but that can't be done."

"I thought you would help me--I'm so disappointed."

Tears gathered in her eyes, and her voice trembled. I wished Bradbury
had had this job instead of myself, for I am soft-hearted where
feminine appeal is concerned, and I didn't know quite what to say.

But just then the two Schuyler sisters came into the library and I