They are all at it. I stopped at the Vale's on my
way here, but they told me she was not at home. From the top step to
the curb, on my way out, I was stopped four times by stony-faced young
men all anxious to make good with their city editors. 'Was I a friend
of the family? Did Miss Vale seem at all upset by the matter? Where
was Allan Morris? What brought him so frequently, as Brolatsky said,
to see Hume?' I believe they'd have come over the back of my car even
after I started, if I had given but an encouraging look."
"The evening papers will be a trial to Miss Vale for the next few
days."
"Well, don't neglect the morning issues, if you are going to mention
any. In to-morrow's _Star_ there will be a portrait of Edyth four
columns wide and eight inches high. I'll expect such expressions as
'beautiful society girl,' 'a recent debutante,' 'heiress to the vast
fortune of the late structural steel king,' 'charming manner and
brilliant mind.' And at those odd times when they are not praising
her gowns, her wealth or her good looks, they'll be rather worse than
insinuating that she knows all about the crime--if she didn't commit
it herself!"
He paced up and down the floor, his huge motoring coat flapping
distressfully about his legs.
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