Mrs. Wilson Woodrow

“ Mayhew's manifestly shrinking figure. “I wish, though, that her daughter hadn't told me about those robberies here at the inn. It makes me feel nervous.”
“Nonsense!” said Gaines. “I don't believe there have been any robberies. People are always telling such stories at a place like this. They carelessly mislay their trumpery ornaments, and then they cook up some sensational tale.”
“Well,” said Rose, “I hope it is not true, but if this 'Queen of the Reds' would steal designs I dare say she wouldn't stop at a necklace or so and a few pins. And, Willy, look!” she whispered behind her fan. ”

“ I am hourly more convinced that she is the guilty person. Everything points to her.”
“Perhaps,” said Gaines skeptically; “but, nevertheless, I do not believe it. She strikes me as: the simplest, most transparent of creatures. ”

“ Gaines was forced to admit the value of this argument, although he was not entirely convinced. “Then how do you account for all the little holes?” he asked. “They are evidently made by either needles or pins, perhaps both.”
“Ye-s,” she conceded, and again smoothed out the square of silk with the utmost care. “Ah!” triumphantly. “Now I understand! Those pin pricks, if you will both notice, never touch the figure. You see, the pin holes are all about the edge. ”

“ Now, I am a remarkably well-informed man, but I am not a Professor Parker or an Annie Peck. So for once show us that you really can talk on everyday topics for the tired business man.”
“He wants to hear drivel, Phil; that is what they are supposed to dole out to the tired business man. But neither you nor I are capable of it.” This from Miss Mayhew. “We are interested only in worth-while things.”
“Willy doesn't seem to have appreciated your uplift work,” smiled Rose. “But never mind; I have. ”