"She lured him on. I"ve heard you say yourself, Mr. Calhoun, that this Van Allen person is a siren, a--"
"Now, now, Miss Rhoda," I began, but the other sister chimed in.
"Of course she is! Of course, the wrong was mostly hers. And she killed Randolph, I know it! Why, the waiter man saw her! Go ahead, Mr. Lowney, hunt her down, and bring her to account. I never shall sleep peacefully until my brother"s death is avenged! I cannot understand, Ruth, how you can be so indifferent."
A flush rose to Ruth Schuyler"s cheek, and, enlightened anew to her husband"s character by that letter, I began to feel a different sort of sympathy for the widow.
Randolph Schuyler had been unfaithful, he had been domineering and tyrannical, and I knew he had not allowed his wife to have the comforts and luxuries she desired, although he was enormously wealthy.
A social secretary, for instance. Most women of Ruth Schuyler"s rank in society had that necessary a.s.sistant, yet, during Schuyler"s life his wife was forbidden the favor.
Winnie had told me this, and had told me much more, that proved how unjust and unkind Randolph Schuyler had been. The sisters, too, shared his views, and as a consequence, the household was run on old-fashioned lines that ill accord with the ways of to-day.
Mrs. Schuyler had in no way complained, Win told me, but it was easily seen how matters stood. It fell to Winnie"s lot to order many things from the shops--stationery, mourning apparel, and house needs. These, my sister said, were ordered with the most perfect taste, but with a lavishness, which was indubitably unusual to Ruth Schuyler.
The sisters exclaimed at the extravagance, but Ruth, though listening politely, serenely went her own way, and carried out her own plans. In the matter of fresh flowers, she was like a child, Win said, and she enjoyed the blossoms she ordered as if she had hungered for them for years. Winnie was growing deeply attached to her employer, if that word is applicable, and Ruth Schuyler was fond of Win.
But I am digressing. Mrs. Schuyler replied to her sister-in-law"s speech by saying, gently, "I am not indifferent, Sarah, but it seems to me we have no real evidence against the girl, and--"
"No real evidence! When she was caught red-handed! Or nearly caught!
If that stupid waiter had had sense enough to jump and grab her, we would have had no search to make at all!"
"It may be so, Sarah, you may be right. But until you do find her don"t condemn her utterly. From what Mr. Calhoun has told me of her and from the tone of that letter she wrote to Randolph, I can"t make it seem possible that she killed a man she knew so slightly. And yet, it may be she did."
"Well," remarked Lowney, "the note proves that she had seen Mr.
Schuyler before, anyway. Then, when he came to her house as Mr.
Somers, she was naturally annoyed, as she had asked him not to do so.
And all that is against the girl, I say. But it remains to be seen what the coroner"s jury will think of it."
"They"ll see it in its true light," declared Rhoda Schuyler. "Of course, she was angry when he came to her house after being forbidden, unless the sly thing wrote the note just to lure him on, but in any case, she was alone with him, she used the knife on him and she ran away. What more evidence do you need? Now, to find her. That"s a task I shall never give up or neglect until I"ve accomplished it."
"And you are right, Rhoda," said Ruth, "if the girl is guilty. I hope she will be found, for I"m sure the truth could then be learned, whether she is guilty or not."
"Will you come, now, Mrs. Schuyler," said Tibbetts, from the doorway.
"The flowers have arrived."
Ruth, beckoning to Winnie, rose, and the two left the room.
"Perfectly idiotic," said Sarah, "the way she orders flowers! Fresh ones every day!"
"But hasn"t she a right to spend her own money as she likes?" I defended.
"A legal right, perhaps," was the retort, "but not a moral right to disregard her husband"s wishes so utterly."
CHAPTER XII
MORE NOTES
Next morning at breakfast, there was but one topic of conversation.
Indeed, little else had been talked of for days but the Schuyler case and all its side issues.
Winnie held forth at length on the martyrdom Ruth Schuyler had suffered because of the cruelty of her late husband.
"He wasn"t really ugly, you know," explained Win, "and I don"t say she"s glad he"s dead. But he thwarted her in every little way that she wanted to enjoy herself. They had a box at the opera, and a big country house and all that, but he wouldn"t let her go to matinees or have a motor of her own or buy anything until he had pa.s.sed judgment on it. She even had to submit her costume designs to him, and if he approved the dressmaker made them up. And he wouldn"t let her have fashionable clothes. They had to be plain and of rich heavy materials, such as the sisters wear. Mr. Schuyler was under the thumb of those two old maids, and Rhoda, especially, put him up to all sorts of schemes to bother Ruth."
"Do you call her Ruth?" I asked, in surprise.
"Yes, she told me I might. She"s lovely to me, and I"m so glad to do all I can for her. Honest, Chet, she lived an awful life with that man."
"I"d like to see her," said Aunt Lucy. "All you"ve said about her, Winnie, makes me a bit curious."
"So you shall, Auntie, some time. She"s a real friend of mine now, and even after Edith Crowell goes there as secretary, she says I must often go to see her as her friend."
"She"s charming," I declared. "Every time I see her I"m more impressed with her gentle dignity. And I don"t know how she can be so decent to those two old women."
"Nor I," agreed Win, as Aunt Lucy asked, "Is she pretty?"
"Is she, Winnie?" I said.
"Well, she is and she isn"t. She"s so colorless, you know. Her hair is that flat ashy blonde, and she"s so pale always. Then her eyes and lashes are so light, and--well, ineffective. But her expression is so sweet, and when once in a while she laughs outright, she"s very attractive. And she"s such a thoroughbred. She never errs in taste or judgment. She knows just what to reply to all the queer letters of condolence that come to her, and just how to talk to the people who call. And that"s another thing. She hasn"t any friends of her own age.
She knows only the people who belong to the most exclusive set, and they"re nearly all the age of the old sisters. But Mrs. Schuyler is lovely to them. And in her soft pretty black gowns she looks a whole lot better than she ever did in the ones she wore while he was alive.
I"ve seen them in her wardrobe, and I"ve seen her try on some that she was going to give away, and they"re sights! Elegant, you know, but not the thing for her. Now, that she can select her own, she has beauties."
"She certainly must be glad, then, to be freed from such a tyrant,"
said Aunt Lucy.
"Now don"t you think that!" insisted Winnie, earnestly. "She may feel, so, "way down in her deepest heart, but she won"t admit it, even to herself. And, of course, no matter how much she didn"t love him, she wouldn"t want him taken off _that_ way! No, she"s perfectly all right, and she mourns that man just as sincerely as any woman could mourn a man who didn"t understand her."
I looked at Win in amazement. Little sister was growing up, it seemed.
Well, the experience would do her no harm. Ruth Schuyler"s influence could work only for good, and a taste of real life would give a wider outlook than Win could get at home.
I went down to the coroner"s courtroom. The inquest was proceeding in its usual discursive way, and I sat down to listen for a while. The coroner was hearing reports from detectives who had interviewed the market men and shopkeepers where Vicky Van had bought wares.
It was just what might be expected from any householder"s record.
Vicky had always paid her bills promptly, usually by check on a well-known bank. Sometimes, if the bills were small they were paid in cash. In such case Miss Van Allen herself or the maid brought the money; if checks, they were sent by mail. The garage man reported a similar state of affairs. His monthly bills were promptly paid, and Miss Van Allen had found no fault with his service. She was away from home frequently, but when at home, she used her motor car often and was kind to the chauffeur who drove her. This chauffeur told of taking her to the shops, to the theatre, to friends" houses and to picture galleries--but had never been directed to any place where a lady might not go.
The bank people said that Miss Van Allen had had an account with them for years, but as their depositors were ent.i.tled to confidential dealings they would say little more. They stated, however, that Miss Van Allen was a most desirable patron and never overdrew her account or made trouble of any sort.
There was nothing to be gleaned from this kind of testimony. We all knew that Vicky was a good citizen and all this was merely corroboration. What was wanted was some hint of her present whereabouts.
Lowney had tried to get at this by the use of an address book he had found in Vicky Van"s desk. He had telephoned or called on many of the people whose addresses were in the book, but all said over and over what we already knew.
Personally, I felt sure that Vicky was staying with some friend not far from her own house. It could well be, that somebody cared enough for the girl to hide her from the authorities. This, however, argued her guilty, for otherwise, a true friend would persuade her that the wiser course would be to disclose herself to the public.