The Lady Sleuths MEGAPACK TM(305)

                             “Do you remember those words?”

                “They were swear words, sir; I am sorry to say it, but he certainly cursed her and his own folly. Yet I always thought he loved her.”

                “Did you see her after she passed your door?”

                “Yes, sir, on the walk outside.”

                “Was she then on the way to the train?”

                “Yes, sir.”

                “Carrying the bag of which you have spoken?”

                “Yes, sir; another proof of the state of feeling between them, for he was very considerate in his treatment of ladies, and I never saw him do anything ungallant before.”

                “You say you watched her as she went down the walk?”

                “Yes, sir; it is human nature, sir; I have no other excuse to offer.”

                It was an apology I myself might have made. I conceived a liking for this homely matter-of-fact woman.

                “Did you note her dress?”

                “Yes, sir; that is human nature also, or, rather, woman’s nature.”

                “Particularly, madam; so that you can describe it to the jury before you?”

                “I think so.”

                “Will you, then, be good enough to tell us what sort of a dress Mrs. Van Burnam wore when she left your house for the city?”

                “It was a black and white plaid silk, very rich—”

                Why, what did this mean? We had all expected a very different description.



                             “It was made fashionably, and the sleeves—well, it is impossible to describe the sleeves. She wore no wrap, which seemed foolish to me, for we have very sudden changes sometimes in September.”

                “A plaid dress! And did you notice her hat?”

                “O, I have seen the hat often. It was of every conceivable color. It would have been called bad taste at one time, but now-a-days—”

                The pause was significant. More than one man in the room chuckled, but the women kept a discreet silence.

                “Would you know that hat if you saw it?”

                “I should think I would!”

                The emphasis was that of a countrywoman, and amused some people notwithstanding the melodious tone in which it was uttered. But it did not amuse me; my thoughts had flown to the hat which Mr. Gryce had found in the third room of Mr. Van Burnam’s house, and which was of every color of the rainbow.

                The Coroner asked two other questions, one in regard to the gloves worn by Mrs. Van Burnam, and the other in regard to her shoes. To the first, Miss Ferguson replied that she did not notice her gloves, and to the other, that Mrs. Van Burnam was very fashionable, and as pointed shoes were the fashion, in cities at least, she probably wore pointed shoes.

                The discovery that Mrs. Van Burnam had been differently dressed on that day from the young woman found dead in the Van Burnam parlors, had acted as a shock upon most of the spectators. They were just beginning to recover from it when Miss Ferguson sat down. The Coroner was the only one who had not seemed at a loss. Why, we were soon destined to know.