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Vest off, was listening to Aileen’s account of her troubles.

“You know I get desperately frightened, sometimes,” said The room in which they were sitting at the time was typi-Aileen. “Father might be watching us, you know. I’ve often cal of the rather commonplace idea of luxury which then wondered what I’d do if he caught us. I couldn’t lie out of 279

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this, could I?”

“Is Mrs. Davis in?” he asked, genially, using the name of

“You certainly couldn’t,” said Cowperwood, who never the woman in control. “I’d like to see her.” failed to respond to the incitement of her charms. She had

“Just come in,” said the maid, unsuspectingly, and indi-such lovely smooth arms, a full, luxuriously tapering throat cated a reception-room on the right. Alderson took off his and neck; her golden-red hair floated like an aureole about soft, wide-brimmed hat and entered. When the maid went her head, and her large eyes sparkled. The wondrous vigor up-stairs he immediately returned to the door and let in Butler of a full womanhood was hers—errant, ill-balanced, ro-and two detectives. The four stepped into the reception-room mantic, but exquisite, “but you might as well not cross that unseen. In a few moments the “madam” as the current word bridge until you come to it,” he continued. “I myself have characterized this type of woman, appeared. She was tall, been thinking that we had better not go on with this for fair, rugged, and not at all unpleasant to look upon. She had the present. That letter ought to have been enough to stop light-blue eyes and a genial smile. Long contact with the us for the time.”

police and the brutalities of sex in her early life had made her He came over to where she stood by the dressing-table, wary, a little afraid of how the world would use her. This adjusting her hair.

particular method of making a living being illicit, and she

“You’re such a pretty minx,” he said. He slipped his arm having no other practical knowledge at her command, she about her and kissed her pretty mouth. “Nothing sweeter was as anxious to get along peacefully with the police and than you this side of Paradise,” he whispered in her ear.

the public generally as any struggling tradesman in any walk While this was enacting, Butler and the extra detective had of life might have been. She had on a loose, blue-flowered stepped out of sight, to one side of the front door of the peignoir, or dressing-gown, open at the front, tied with blue house, while Alderson, taking the lead, rang the bell. A negro ribbons and showing a little of her expensive underwear be-servant appeared.

neath. A large opal ring graced her left middle finger, and 280

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turquoises of vivid blue were pendent from her ears. She wore a particularly nervous nor yet contentious type. She was more yellow silk slippers with bronze buckles; and altogether her or less philosophic. She was not in touch with the police appearance was not out of keeping with the character of the here in Philadelphia, hence subject to exposure. What good reception-room itself, which was a composite of gold-flow-would it do to cry out? she thought. The place was surered wall-paper, blue and cream-colored Brussels carpet, rounded. There was no one in the house at the time to save heavily gold-framed engravings of reclining nudes, and a gilt-Cowperwood and Aileen. She did not know Cowperwood framed pier-glass, which rose from the floor to the ceiling.

by his name, nor Aileen by hers. They were a Mr. and Mrs.

Needless to say, Butler was shocked to the soul of him by Montague to her.

this suggestive atmosphere which was supposed to include

“I don’t know anybody by that name,” she replied ner-his daughter in its destructive reaches.

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