tion
was more difficult than the first."
"A man, certainly," said De Gollyer. "The restoration of the ring was a
logical decision."
"You see," said Quinny triumphantly, "personally I incline to a woman
for the reason that a weaker feminine nature is peculiarly susceptible
to the domination of her own sex. There you are. We could meet and
debate the subject year in and year out and never agree."
"I recognize most of the characters," said De Gollyer with a little
confidential smile toward Peters. "Mrs. Kildair, of course, is all you
say of her--an extraordinary woman. The story is quite characteristic of
her. Flanders, I am not sure of, but I think I know him."
"Did it really happen?" asked Rankin, who always took the commonplace
point of view.
"Exactly as I have told it," said Peters.
"The only one I don't recognize is Harris," said De Gollyer pensively.
"Your humble servant," said Peters, smiling.
The four looked up suddenly with a little start.
"What!" said Quinny, abruptly confused. "You--you were there?"
"I was there."
The four continued to look at him without speaking, each absorbed in his
own thoughts, with a sudden ill ease.
A club attendant with a telephone slip on a tray stopped by Peters'
side. He excused himself and went along the porch, nodding from table to
table.
"Curious chap," said De Gollyer musingly.
"Extraordinary."
The word was like a murmur in the group of four, who continued watching
Peters' trim disappearing figure in silence, without looking at one
another--with a certain ill ease.
A COMEDY FOR WIVES
At half-past six o'clock from Wall Street, Jack Lightbody let himself
into his apartment, called his wife by name, and received no answer.
"Hello, that's funny," he thought, and, ringing, asked of the maid, "Did
Mrs. Lightbody go out?"
"About an hour ago, sir."
"That's odd. Did she leave any message?"
"No, sir."
"That's not like her. I wonder what's happened."
At this moment his eye fell on an open hat-box of mammoth proportions,
overshadowing a thin table in the living-room.
"When did that come?"
"About four o'clock, sir."
He went in, peeping into the empty box with a smile of satisfaction and
understanding.
"That's it, she's rushed off to show it to some one," he said, with a
half vindictive look toward the box. "Well, it cost $175, and I don't
get my winter suit; but I get a little peace."
He went to his room, rebelliously p
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