Anita summoned Estelle, the French maid, and then told her to hasten immediately to Miss Carrington.
Dont undress me, said the mistress as the maid appeared; Im not retiring at once. Get me out of this gown and give me a negligée and slippers.
Yes, mademoiselle, and Estelle deftly obeyed orders and brought a white boudoir gown edged with swans-down.
Not that! cried Miss Carrington. Bring the gold-embroidered one, the Oriental.
Ah, the green one, from Monsieur Loria?
Yes, the one my nephew sent me at Christmas time. My, but its handsome, isnt it, Estelle?
Gorgeous! declared the maid, and she spoke truly. Young Loria knew his aunts taste, and he had sent her a typical Egyptian robe, of pale green silk, heavy with gold embroideries. In it Miss Carrington looked like one attired for a masquerade.
Shall I take down mademoiselles hair? asked Estelle, lingering.
No. I want to be alone. I will read awhile. You need not return. I will do for myself.
There is your glass of milk, mamzelle, on the bed-table.
Silly! I suppose I can see it for myself.
Yes, maam. And you will have your tea at eight in the morning?
Of course, my tea at eight. As always. You might remember that much yourself. But nobody remembers things for my comfort.
Pardon, but sometimes it is eight, and, again, it must be half-past.
Eight! Now, will you go? You are most exasperating! Why do you stand there like a gibbering idiot?
The jewels, mademoiselle; the pearls? Shall I not put them in safety?
No! I will put them in the safe myself. Where is the key?
There, mademoiselle, on your dresser. But if I might
You maynt do anything except to get out and stay out! Do you hear? Shall I never be obeyed?
Yes, mademoiselle; good-night.
The soft tone was fully belied by the evil glare of the French girls eyes, but that was not seen by Miss Lucy Carrington.
III
THE TRAGEDY
The house faced the east, and, built on an English model, was far wider than deep. A broad hall ran through the centre from front to back, and on either side there were successive rooms whose windows looked out on equally beautiful scenes, both front and back. On the right of the hall, as one entered, was the long living room, and beyond it, the library and music room. The other side of the hall was a reception room, opening into the sun parlor, and on to the conservatory, and back of these, the dining room and smaller breakfast room.
Breakfast was served at nine, and the members of the family were usually all present. Miss Carrington, herself, made a point of being on time partly from habit, and also because it gave her opportunity to chide those who were late.
When she was not in her place, on the morning after the stormy bridge game, Pauline expressed surprise, and Haviland echoed her words.
But Anita said scornfully, She went to bed in an awful tantrum and probably didnt sleep well.
Miss Frayne was looking her prettiest, and her roseleaf face with its fluffy golden halo, was like a Greuze picture. She wore a frivolous little house gown of blue crêpe de chine that just matched her forget-me-not eyes. Not especially appropriate garb for a secretary, but Miss Carrington preferred her household to be well-dressed, and really commanded pretty tints and fabrics for the two girls. Pauline was in white serge, of rather severe cut, but which suited her as no frills and flounces could. Her black hair was smoothly parted and coiled low over her ears, and her clear ivory-tinted skin was flushed faintly pink from the glow of the big, crackling wood fire.
Its most unusual, went on Pauline, after a few moments more had passed, and the Lady Lucy had not appeared. Im going up to see if she is ill, or
Or merely in a tantrum extraordinary! said Anita, her blue eyes full of laughing disrespect for her employer.
Nita, said Haviland, as Pauline disappeared, hold your breakfast napkin up in front of your face, quick!
Why? said the girl, wonderingly, as she did his bidding.
Because, if you hadnt, I should have flown at you and kissed you! And I mustnt now, for Haskins is approaching with muffins.
Down came the shielding napkin and only the arrival of the muffin-laden Haskins saved the lovely laughing face from Havilands impetuous caress.
The old butler fussed about, and several minutes passed, when Pauline called from above stairs, Gray! Come here, at once!
Desperate case! and Haviland rose, and unhurriedly left the room, pinching Anitas little ear as he passed her.
Another moment and Miss Frayne heard an exclamation from Haviland that made her rise from the table and go flying upstairs herself.
The door of Miss Lucys boudoir was open, and entering, she saw Pauline and Haviland with horror-stricken faces, gazing at a terrible sight.
Miss Lucy Carrington, seated before her dressing-table, her face white and ghastly, her large eyes staring wide staring horribly, but, without doubt, unseeing. Nor was this all of the strangeness of the sight. She was robed in an embroidered Oriental-looking gown, and wore many jewels. Her red-dyed hair, dressed elaborately, as she had worn it the night before, was still crowned with the enormous comb of carved tortoise-shell, but the comb was broken to bits. One portion, still standing upright, rose above the disordered coiffure, but the rest, in broken scraps, lay scattered over the puffs of hair, over the white hands clasped in her lap, and on the floor at her feet.
What does it mean? whispered Anita, shuddering, is she is she dead?
Yes, answered Haviland, briefly. He stood, hands in pockets, gazing at the startling figure.
Who? What? Anitas eyes riveted themselves on something else.
Around the neck of Miss Lucy was, yes, it was a snake!
With a low scream, Anita flung herself into Havilands arms, but he put her gently away from him.
Aghast at this repulse, Anita put her hand across her eyes and turned to leave the room.
Mind where you go, Nita! called out Haviland, and the girl stopped just in time to save herself from stepping into a mass of débris.
Why! she cried, why, its Miss Lucys tray!
It was. The silver tray that had held the breakfast tea was on the floor, and near it a jumbled heap of silver and broken china that had once been a costly Sevres set. Dainty white serviettes were stained with the spilled tea and a huge wet spot was near the overturned silver teapot.
Hastily Anita ran from the room, but she sank down on a couch in the hall just outside the door, utterly unable to go further.
Fascinated by the beady eyes of the green snake, Pauline stared at it, with clenched hands. Haviland stepped nearer and lightly touched it.
Is it is it alive? gasped Pauline.
Its paper, replied Haviland quietly. A paper snake, a toy, you know.
But who put it there? Aunt Lucy is deathly afraid of snakes! Did fright kill her? Gray, is she murdered?
Yes, Pauline, she has been killed. But could it be fright? Impossible!
Not for her! You dont know her horror of snakes. Why, going through the Japanese department of a shop, Ive seen her turn white and fairly fly from the counter where those paper things were displayed.
But what else killed her? There is no wound, no shot, no blood.
But what else killed her? There is no wound, no shot, no blood.
Get the doctor, Gray! Dont wait a minute. Telephone at once.
He can do nothing, Pauline. She is dead. Haviland spoke like a man in a daze.
But no matter, we must call him. Shall I?
No, I will.
Go into her bedroom, use that telephone by her bedside.
Obediently, Haviland went on to the adjoining room, the soft rugs giving forth no sound of his footfalls.
The door was ajar, and as he opened it, he called, Come here, Pauline; look, the night lights are burning, and the bed untouched. She hasnt been to bed at all.
Of course she hasnt. She has her hair as it was last evening. But her comb is broken.
Broken! Its smashed! Its in tiny bits! She has been hit on the head, dont touch her, Pauline! You mustnt! Ill call Dr. Stanton. You go out of the room. Go and find Anita.
But Pauline staid. Turning her back to the still figure in the chair, she gazed curiously at the upset tray on the floor. She stooped, when Havilands voice came sharply from the next room. Dont touch a thing, Pauline! he cried, as he held his hand over the transmitter.
She looked up, and then as she saw him turn back to speak into the instrument, she stooped swiftly and picking up something from the floor she hurried from the room.
She found Anita on the couch in the hall, and speaking somewhat sharply, Pauline said, Wheres Estelle?
Mercy! I dont know! and Anitas blue eyes stared coldly. How should I know anything about Estelle?
But she must have brought that tray an hour ago. Did she upset it, or who?
Pauline, why do you act as if I knew anything about this matter. Is it because you do?
The blue eyes, cold like steel, and the dark ones, flashing fire from their shadows, looked steadily at each other.
Gray Haviland came hurriedly out to the hall.
The doctor will be here at once, he said; and he will call the coroner.
Coroner! screamed Anita; and ran away to her own room.
Let her alone, said Pauline, contemptuously; but Gray, we must nerve ourselves up to this thing. Dont you think we ought to to put away the jewels? Its wrong to let any one come into a room where a fortune in jewels is displayed like that.
But Doctor Stanton said to touch nothing, nothing at all. You see, Pauline, in a murder case,
Oh, I know; nothing disturbed till the Coroner comes, and all that. But this is different, Gray. Doctor Stanton didnt know there are two hundred thousand dollars worth of jewelry on that that on her.
How do you know so exactly?
Im not exact, but she has told me times enough that the rope of pearls cost one hundred thousand, and that corsage ornament she is wearing and her rings and ear-rings are easily worth the same sum. I tell you there will be policemen here, and it isnt right to throw temptation in their way.
Besides, and Anitas voice spoke again as she reappeared in the doorway, besides, Pauline, they are all yours now, and you should be careful of them!
The tone more than the words conveyed a veiled insolence, and Pauline accepted it for such. With a sudden determined movement, she went swiftly to her aunts side, and unfastened the long rope of pearls, the wonderful glittering sunburst, and a large diamond and emerald crescent that held together the glistening silk folds. The rings and ear-rings she could not bring herself to touch.
It is only right, she contended, as if trying to persuade herself, these are too valuable to risk; no one could fail to be tempted by them.
Why dont you finish your task? said Anita, smiling unpleasantly, why leave so much?
No one would attempt to take the rings or ear-rings, said Pauline, steadily, and that scarab bracelet is not of great value.
I thought that was a most valuable antique that her nephew sent her.
She thought so, too, said Pauline, carelessly, but Carr told me it was an imitation. Not one expert in a hundred can tell the difference, anyway.
As Pauline placed the mass of gems in the safe, the doctor came. What does it mean? cried the bewildered man, coming into the room. Miss Carrington
Words failed him as he saw the astounding sight. For surely, no one had ever before seen a murdered woman, sitting before her dressing-table, staring but smiling, and garbed as for a fancy-dress ball!
Doctor Stanton touched the icy-cold hand, felt for the silent heart, and then turned his attention to the disheveled hair and broken comb.
Fractured skull, he said, as his skilled fingers thridded the auburn tresses. Killed by a sudden, swift blow on the head with a heavy, blunt, no, with a soft weapon; a black-jack or sandbag.
A burglar! exclaimed Pauline.
Of course; who else would deal such a blow? It was powerful, dealt by a strong arm it has driven bits of this broken shell stuff into the brain. But it was the force of the concussion that killed her. Here is a deep dent, and yet. Tell me the circumstances. Why is she rigged out like this?
Ive no idea, answered Pauline, taking the initiative. When I left her last night, she had on an evening gown. But this negligée is not unusual; it is one of her favorites. Though why she has on that spangled scarf, I cant imagine.
She seems to have been posing before the mirror, rather than engaged in making a toilette. Dr. Stanton was a pompous middle-aged man of fussy manner. He did not again touch the body, but he stepped about, noting the strange conditions and commenting on them. This paper snake, tight round her neck! What does that mean?
What can it mean? returned Pauline. She had an intense hatred, even fear of snakes; Ive never seen it before. Could it have been placed there to frighten her to death?
No; she didnt die of fright. See, her expression is placid, even smiling. But the shattered comb and dented skull have but one explanation, a stunning blow. Did she have on the comb last evening?
Yes; it is a favorite one with her. An heirloom, from a Colonial ancestor. It encircled the entire back of her head, when whole.
At what time was she killed? asked Gray Haviland. He had stood, till now, a silent listener to the conversation between Pauline and the Doctor.
Oh, many hours ago, returned Stanton; six or eight at least. Evidently she was preparing for bed, and trying the effect of some new finery.
Those things are not new, put in Anita; she has had them all a long time. But she must have been admiring herself, for when we found her she had on all her finest jewels.
What? cried Dr. Stanton; where are they?
I took most of them off, replied Pauline, quietly, and put them in the safe. If the police people must come, I am not willing to have a fortune in jewels here to tempt their cupidity. And I have a right. It is no secret that my cousin Carrington and I are her heirs. But that snake perplexes me beyond all else. If you knew her aversion to them, even pictured ones
I do know it, returned the doctor; I have often heard her say so. Ah, as he stepped carefully about, she was adorning herself; see, here is powder scattered on the floor. She used this powder-puff, shaking it over the rug and floor.