If Evelyn Rogers, amply clad as to fur around the neck but somewhat under-dressed as to lace stockings about the legs, had desired to create a sensation among her friends, she more than succeeded. She preceded Carroll into the place, her eyes glowing pridefully, skirted the table at which her friends sat, then stopped abruptly, forcing Carroll to do likewise.
"Mr. Carroll," she said sweetly, "I want to introduce you to my friends."
She called them by name. "Girls, this is Mr. Carroll, the famous detective!"
Carroll bowed in his most courtly manner, and a.s.sured them that he was delighted to make their acquaintance. He insisted that it was always a pleasure to meet any friends of his very dear friend, Miss Rogers. The girls at the table giggled with embarra.s.sment, and one or two of them made rather pallid attempts at repartee. Then Carroll and the seventeen-year-old found a table in the very center of the floor, even as a boy, recognizing Carroll, appeared at their elbow.
The detective studied the list intently. Apparently there was no subject in the world more vital at that moment than the selection of just the proper concoction. Finally he looked up and shook his head.
"I can"t decide," he announced gravely. "They all sound so good! Walnut banana sundae; strawberry glory; peach Melba; chocolate parfait, with whipped cream and cracked walnuts; elegantine fizz--Help me out, please."
She, too, plunged into the labyrinth of toothsome t.i.tles. Finally she emerged smiling.
"Have you ever tasted a chocolate fudge-sundae?"
"No-o, I"m afraid not."
"Well, it"s just the _elegantest_ thing--vanilla ice-cream with hot fudge poured over it, and as soon as they pour the fudge--it"s steaming hot, you know--simply scalding--it forms into a sort of candy, and then when they serve it--"
"I fancy you want one, too, don"t you?"
"Oh, goodness me, yes! I _always_ eat chocolate fudge sundaes. They"re simply scrumptious--but they do take the edge off one"s dinner appet.i.te.
Personally, I don"t care so very much. I believe we eat too much anyway, don"t you, Mr. Carroll? I read in a book once that after you reach a certain point in eating--that is, after you"ve swallowed just the right number of calories--the rest don"t do you a single particle of good. And besides, ice-cream is healthy, and certainly there"s nothing with more nourishment in it than chocolate--unless it is raisins. I like raisins well enough--"
Carroll turned to the boy.
"Two chocolate fudge sundaes," he ordered; "and put a few raisins on one of them."
He found the large eyes of the girl turned upon him adoringly.
"Do you know," she said, "that when I said the other day that you were the most wonderful, the most marvelous man in the world, I didn"t even know half how wonderful or marvelous you really were?"
"Thanks! And what caused the discovery?"
"The way you acted just now. Why, I"m sure those girls think that you"ve known me all your life--or that we"re engaged, or something!"
Carroll was a trifle startled.
"Engaged?"
"Why not? You don"t _look_ like an old man."
The detective chuckled.
"Nor do I feel like one when I"m with you. You"re deliciously refreshing."
"And you are--are--exquisite! Do you know, when I"m with you, I feel inspired to great deeds--to n.o.ble--er--attainments."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh! Honest to goodness. And did I really help you by what I told you the other day?"
"You certainly did, Miss Rogers. There isn"t a doubt of it."
She lowered her voice and leaned confidentially across the table.
"Will you tell me something?"
"Surely?"
"Who really killed Mr. Warren?"
"Eh?"
"Who really did kill him?"
"Why, I"m sure I don"t know. I"m trying to find out."
"Oh, pshaw! You can"t pull the wool over _my_ eyes! You couldn"t have been working on the case this long and not have discovered the--the--malefactor."
"But that"s exactly what I have done. Also it"s why I rather hoped that you might have a little more information for me."
"Me? Information for you? How wonderful! As if you"d be interested in anything I might know! Although I"m not an absolute fool. Gerald says I am, of course--he"s my brother-in-law--but then Gerald isn"t anything but an old crab, anyway. Hateful thing! But _you_ don"t think I am, do you?"
"No, indeed. Ah, here we are!"
The chocolate fudge sundaes were served, and for a few moments they gave themselves over to the task of enjoying them. It was Evelyn who spoke first.
"What do you want me to tell you?"
"Almost anything. For instance--you knew Roland Warren pretty well, didn"t you?"
"Oh, yes, indeed! I"ve known him forever and ever. He was an awfully nice boy, and crazy about me--simply wild! That is, he was before he died."
"H-m! And you saw a good deal of him?"
"Oceans! He used to call at the house all the time. It _was_ funny, too.
Gerald used to think he was the one Roland was coming to see, and Naomi--she"s my sister--used to think that he was coming to see her; and all the time I knew that I was the person he was calling on. It"s funny, isn"t it, how old folks will get those queer ideas?"
"Your sister is so very old?"
"Terribly. She was thirty on her last birthday."
"Horrors! She _is_ ancient, isn"t she?"
"Awfully! Although Naomi isn"t so bad looking--"
"_Your_ sister couldn"t be."