"If the letter, or its substance, were printed, say in 'Town Gossip,' I suppose it would mean the end of Mrs.De Peyster's social leadership, and Mrs.Allistair would then have things her own way." "Can't say," said the detective.

But he winked knowingly.
When he had gone Mr.Pyecroft stood listening until the descending tread had thinned into silence.

Then he turned about to Mrs.De Peyster and Matilda, and his wide mouth twisted up and rightward into that pagan, delighted smile of his.

He laughed without noise; but every cell of him was laughing.
"Well, sisters dear, we're cleaning up--eh! I had the devil's own time matching that letter-paper at Brentanos', and I ran a pretty big risk leaving the house--but, say, it was worth it!" For a moment he could only laugh.

"First, let's split the pile.