Midnight Part 19
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"Aw, quit kidding! But she isn't bad-looking, really. Lord knows she deserves a better husband than she drew. Honestly, when the divine providence was handing out shrubbery, they planted a lemon-tree in his yard just before he was born."
"Probably your sister doesn't agree with your opinion."
"Oh, yes, she does! Of course, she doesn't talk to me about it, but I know she ain't wild about Gerald. How could she be? He's old enough to be her father--forty-two, if he's a minute. Don't think of anything but business and making money. And he's _terribly_ jealous!"
"A very complimentary picture you draw of him."
"If I wrote what I thought about him, I could be arrested for sending it through the mails. Goodness knows, no husband at all is a hundred per cent better than a man like that. Not that he beats Naomi. Fact is, I'd think he was more human if he did. Only time I ever like him is when he flies up in a rage. He swears simply _elegantly_!"
"Indeed?"
"I love it. And I don't think it's wicked to love swearing, do you? I was reading in a book once something about swearing being a perfectly natural mental reaction, or something--like a safety-valve on a steam-engine. If the engine didn't have the safety-valve, it would blow up. So if it's true that swearing is like that, then there can't be any harm in it; because anything that keeps a person from blowing up must be pretty good, don't you think?"
"It does sound reasonable."
"Not that I swear myself--not out loud, anyway, but sometimes, when I'm right peeved at Gerald or Naomi or somebody, I get in my room and say swear-words right out loud. And I feel ever so much better for it!"
The conversation languished while she again attacked the sundae.
Carroll spoke:
"Have you seen your friend, Miss Gresham, lately?"
"Hazel? I'll say I have--although she's horribly weepy since poor Roland was killed. Of course, I'm not heartless or anything like that; but what's the use of crying all the time when there are just as good fish in the sea as ever were caught? I told her that, but it don't seem to do a single bit of good. She just keeps saying, 'Poor Roland is dead,' just as if I didn't know it as well as she does--him having been crazy about me even before he was about her. I'm sort of afraid it's gone to the poor girl's head. She's simply _horribly_ upset!"
"That's not unnatural, is it?"
"No-o, I suppose not; but it's terribly old-fas.h.i.+oned."
"Does she--discuss the affair much?"
"All the time."
"What does she think about the woman in the taxicab?"
"You mean the woman who killed him?"
"Yes."
"Well!" positively. "If I was that woman, I'd hate to meet Hazel Gresham--if Hazel knew it!"
"But she has no suspicion of any certain person?"
"Goodness, no! How could she have? Of course, we agreed that it was some vampire; but we can't decide which one. Most of the women we know don't go in for killing men; and a heap of them are married, anyway."
"Anyway?"
"Yes. You wouldn't expect a nice chap like Roland to be eloping with a _married_ woman, would you? Not in real life?"
Carroll with difficulty concealed a smile. The girl was a refres.h.i.+ng mixture of world-old wisdom and almost childish innocence. She was a type new to him, and, as such, absorbingly interesting.
"How about Miss Gresham's brother?" he inquired idly. "How does he take it?"
"Oh, Garry seems all upset, too; but then the more I talk to people, the more I think I'm the only level-headed one in the world. I haven't got a bit excited over it, have I?"
"Not a bit. And now"--Carroll rose and reached for the check--"suppose we go?"
"Where?" she asked naively.
The opening was too obvious.
"Where do you usually go with young gentlemen who meet you down-town in the afternoons?"
"Picture show," she answered frankly. "Wouldn't you just _adore_ to see that picture at the Trianon to-day? They say it's _stupendous_!"
"Perhaps."
They walked up the street together. On the way they pa.s.sed Eric Leverage.
That gentleman bowed heavily and stood aside in surprise, while an exclamation, rather profane, issued from his lips. David Carroll and a seventeen-year-old girl headed for a picture show! The thing was unbelievable. Leverage shook his head sadly and pa.s.sed on as Carroll and Evelyn disappeared behind the din of an orchestrion.
The picture proved not at all bad, although Evelyn excited adverse comment from spectators unfortunate enough to be sitting within range of her constant chatter. Apparently there was no stopping her. She talked and talked and talked.
The picture ended eventually, and they left the theater. Night had descended upon the city, and the busy thoroughfare was studded with thousands of lights, which glared coldly through the December chill.
Princ.i.p.ally because he did not know what else to do, Carroll requested permission to take her home in his car. She accepted with rather disarming alacrity.
Carroll had about run out of conversation, and his ears were tired by the incessant din of the girl's talk. He followed her directions mechanically, and eventually they rounded a corner in the heart of the city's best residential district. Evelyn designated a white house which stood back in a large yard.
"That's it," said she. "You'd better turn first, so you can park against the curb."
Carroll slowed down and swung around. He was tired of the loquacious girl, and anxious to be rid of her; but as he swung his car across the street on the turn, something happened which riveted his attention.
The door of Evelyn's home opened. A man and woman stood framed in the doorway. Then the door closed, and the man descended the steps, moved down the walk to the street, and strode swiftly away. For perhaps three seconds he had been held clearly in the glare of Carroll's headlights.
When the detective spoke, it was with an effort to control his tone, to make his question casual.
"Did you see that man, Miss Rogers?"
"Yes."
"Do you know him?"
"Goodness me, no! He's been here before, though."
Carroll stopped his car at the curb. He a.s.sisted Evelyn to the ground.
Then he made a strange request.
"I wonder, Miss Rogers, whether you'd allow me to call on you some evening?"
Evelyn's eyes popped open with the marvel of it.
Midnight Part 19
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