CHAPTER I. THE WOMEN WITH THE TIAMIND I was, perhaps, the plainest girl in the room that night. I was also the happiest, up till one o'clock. Then my whole world crumbled, who at least suffered an eclipse. Why and how, I am about to relate. I was not made for love. This I had often said to myself, very often of late, in figure I am too diminutive, in face far too unbeautiful, for me to cherish expectations of this nature. Indeed, love had never entered into my plan of life. As was evinced by my nurse's diploma, I had just gained after three years of hard study and severe training. I was not made for love. But if I had been, had I been gifted with height, regularity of feature, or even with that eloquence of expression, which redeems all defects, save those which savor of deformity. I knew well whose I should have chosen to please, whose heart I should have felt proud to win. This knowledge came with a rush to my heart. Did I say heart? I should have said understanding, which is something very different. Then at the end of the first dance I looked up from the midst of the bevy of girls by whom I was surrounded, and saw Anson Durand's fine figure emerging from that quarter of the hall where her host and hostess stood to receive their guests. His eye was roaming hither and thither, and his manner was both eager and expectant. Whom was he seeking? Someone of the many bright and vivacious girls about me, for he turned almost instantly our way. But which one? I thought I knew. I remembered at whose house had met him first, at whose house I had seen him many times since. She was a lovely girl, witty and vivacious, and she stood at his very moment at my elbow. In her beauty lay the lure, the natural lure for a man of his gifts and striking personality. If I continued to watch, I should soon see his countenance light up under the recognition she could not fail to give him. And I was right. In another instant it did. And with the brightness there was no mistaking. But one feeling common to the human heart lends such warmth, such expressiveness of the features. How handsome it made him look. How distinguished. How everything I was not except. But what does this mean? He has passed Miss Sperry, past her with a smile and a friendly word. And is speaking to me, singling me out, offering me his arm. He is smiling too. Not as he smiled on Miss Sperry, but more warmly, with more that is personal in it. I took his arm in a daze. The lights were dimmer than I thought. Nothing was really bright except his smile. It seemed to change the world for me. I forgot that I was plain, forgot that I was small, with nothing to recommend to me to the eye or heart, and let myself be drawn away, asking nothing, anticipating nothing, to have found myself alone with him in the fragrant recesses of the conservatory, with only the throb of music in our ears to link us to the scene we had left. Why had he brought me here, into this fair land of opalescent lights and intoxicating perfumes? What could he have to say, to show? Ah, another moment I knew. He had seized my hands, and love, ardent love, came pouring from his lips. Could it be real? Was I the object of all this feeling? I? If so, then life had changed for me indeed. Silent from rush of emotion, I searched his face to see if this paradise, whose gates I was thus passionately bidden to enter, was indeed a verity, or only a dream born of the excitement of the dance, and the charm of a scene exceptional in its plunder and pictureseness, even for so luxurious a city as New York. But it was no mere dream. Truth and earnestness were in his manner, and his words were neither feverish nor forced. I love you, I need you, so I heard, and so he soon made me believe. You have charmed me from the first, your tantalizing, trusting, loyal self, like no other, sweeter than any other, has drawn the heart from my breast. I have seen many women, admired many women, but you only have outloved. Will you be my wife? I was dazzled, moved beyond anything I could have conceived. I forgot all that I had hated to say to myself, all that I had endeavored to impress upon my heart when I beheld him approaching, intent, as I believed, in his search for another woman. And, confiding in his honesty, trusting entirely to his faith, I allowed the plans and purposes of years to vanish in the glamour of this new joy, and spoke the word which linked us together, in a bond which half an hour before I had never dreamed would unite me to any man. His impassioned, mine, mine, filled my cup to overflowing. Something of the ecstasy of living entered my soul, which in spite of all have suffered since, recreated the world for me, and made all that went before but the produce of the new life, the new joy. Oh, I was happy, happy, perhaps too happy. As the conservatory field and me passed back into the adjoining room, the glimpse I caught of myself in one of the mirrors startled me into thinking so. For had it not been for the odd colour of my dress, and the unique way in which I wore my hair that night, I should not have recognised the beaming girl who faced me so naively from the depths of the responsive glass. Can one be too happy? I do not know. I know that one can be too perplexed, too burdened, and too sad. Thus far I have spoken only of myself in connection with the evening's elaborate function, but though entitled by my old dutch blood, though a certain social consideration, which I am happy to say never failed me, I, even in this hour of supreme satisfaction, attracted very little attention and awoke small comment. There was another woman present, better calculated to do this. A fair woman, large and of a bountiful presence, accustomed to conquest, and gifted with the power of carrying off her victories, with a certain lazy grace, resistably fascinating to the ordinary man.  I noticed this diamond early in the evening, and then I noticed her. She was not as fine as the diamond, but she was very fine. And had I been in a less ecstatic frame of mind, I might have envied the homage she received from all the men, not accepting him upon whose arm I leaned. Later there was no one in the world I envied less. The ball was a private and very elegant one. There were some notable guests. One gentleman in particular was pointed out to me as an Englishman of great distinction and political importance. I thought him a very interesting man for his years, but odd and a trifle self-centered. Thur greatly courted. He seemed strangely restless under the fire of eyes to which he was constantly subjected, and only happy when free to use his own in contemplation of the scene about him. Had I been less subsorbed in my own happiness, I might have noted sooner than I did that this contemplation was confined to such groups as carried about the lady with the diamond. But this I failed to observe at the time, and consequently was much surprised to come upon him. At the end of one of the dances, talking with this lady in an animated and courtly manner, totally opposed to the apathy amounting to boredom with which he had hit us who met all advances. Yet it was not admiration for her person that she openly displayed. During the whole time he stood there.  They lingered mainly, and this was what aroused my curiosity on the great fan of ostrich plumes which this opulent beauty held against her breast. Was he desirous of seeing the great diamond she does unconsciously, or was it consciously shielded from his gaze? It was possible for, as I continued to note him, he suddenly bent forward her, and as quickly raised himself again with a look which was quite inexplicable to me. The lady had shifted her fan a moment, and his eyes had fallen on the gem. The next thing I recall with any definiteness was a tater-tate conversation which I held with my lover on a certain yellow divan at the end of one of the halls. To the right of this divan rose a curtain recess, highly suggestive of romance, called the alcove. As this alcove figure is prominently in my story, I will pause here to describe it. It was originally intended to contain a large group of statuary which our host, Mr. Ramsdell, had ordered from Italy to adorn his new house. He is a man of original ideas in regard to such matters, and in this instance he had gone so far as to have this end of the house constructed with a special view to an advantageous display of this promised work of art. Fearing the ponderous effect of a pedestal large enough to hold such a considerable group, he had planned to raise it to the level of the eye by having the alcove floor built a few feet higher than the main one. A flight of low, wide steps connected the two, which, following the curve of the wall, added much to the beauty of this portion of the hall. The group was a failure, and was never shipped, but the alcove remained, and, possessing as it did all the advantages of a room in the way of heat and light, had been turned into a miniature retreat of exceptional beauty. The seclusion it offered extended, or so we were happy to think, to the solitary devane at its base on which Mr. Durand and I were seated.  What do you think you can marry me? Within a week, if did my look stop him, I was startled. I had heard no incoherent praise from him before. A week, I remonstrated, we take more time than that to feed ourselves for a journey, or some transient pleasure. I hardly realized my engagement yet. You have not been thinking of it these last two months as I have. No, I replied demurely, forgetting everything else in my delight at this admission. Nor are you a nomad among clubs and restaurants. No, I have a home. Nor do you love me as deeply as I do you. This I thought open to argument. The home you speak of is a luxurious one, he continued. I cannot offer you its equal. Do you expect me to? I was indignant. He knows that I do not. Shall I, who the liberty chose under his life, when an intelligent uncle's heart and home were open to me, shrink from braving poverty with a man I love? We will begin as simply as she please. No, he parameterily put in. Yet with a certain hesitancy which seemed to speak of doubt, he hardly acknowledged to himself. I will not marry you if I must expose you to privation, or to the gentle poverty I hate. I will love you more than you realize, and wish to make your life a happy one. I cannot give you all you have been accustomed to in your rich uncle's house, but if matters prosper with me, if the chance I have built on succeeds, it will all fail or succeed tonight. You will have those comforts which love will heighten into luxuries, and he was becoming incoherent again, and this time with his eyes fixed elsewhere than on my face. Following his gaze I discovered what had distracted his attention. The lady with the diamond was approaching us on her way to the alcove. She was accompanied by two gentlemen, both strangers to me, and her head, sparkling with brilliance, was turning from one to the other with an indolent grace. I was not surprised that the man at my side quivered and made a start as if to rise. She was a gorgeous image, in comparison with her imposing figure in its trading robe of rich pink velvet. My diminutive frame in its sea-green gown must have looked as faded and colorless as a half obliterated pastel. A striking woman, I remarked, as I saw he was not likely to resume the conversation which her presence had interrupted. And what a diamond! The glance he cast me was peculiar. Did you notice it particularly? he asked. Astonished, for there was something very uneasy in his manners so that I have expected to see him rise and join the group he was so eagerly watching without waiting for my lips to frame a response, I quickly replied. It would be difficult not to notice what one would naturally expect to see only on the breasts of a queen, but perhaps she is a queen. I should judge so from the homage which follows her. His eyes sought mine. There was inquiry in them, but it was an inquiry I did not understand. What can you know about diamonds? he presently demanded. Nothing but their glitter, and glitter is not all. The gem she wears may be a very tawdry one. I flushed with humiliation. He was a dealer in gems. That was his business. And the check which he had put upon my enthusiasm certainly made me conscious of my own presumption. Yet I was not disposed to take back my words. I had had a better opportunity at himself for seeing this remarkable jewel, and, with the perversity of a somewhat ruffled mood, I burst forth as soon as the collar had subsided from my cheeks. No, no! It is glorious, magnificent! I never saw its like. I doubt if you ever have, for all your daily acquaintance with jewels. Its value must be enormous. Who is she? You seem to know her. It was a direct question, but I received no reply. Mr. Durant's eyes had followed the lady, who had lingered somewhat ostentatiously on the top step, and they did not return to me, though she had vanished with her companions behind the long plush curtain which broadly veiled the entrance. By this time he had forgotten my words, if he had ever heard them, and it was with a forced animation of one whose thoughts are elsewhere that he finally returns to the old plea. When would I marry him? If he could offer me a home in a month, and, he would know by tomorrow if he could do so, would I come to him then? He would not say in a week. That was perhaps too soon, but in a month? Would I not promise to be his in a month? What I answered I scarcely recall. His eyes had stolen back to the alcove, and mine had followed them. Such gentlemen who had accompanied the lady inside were coming out again, but others were advancing to take their places, and soon she was engaged in holding a regular court in this favored retreat. Why should this interest me? Why should I notice her old looks that way at all? Because Mr. Durant did? Possibly. I remember that for all his ardent love-making, I felt a little piqued that he should divide his attentions in this way. Perhaps I thought that for this evening, at least, he might have been blind to Amir Koket's fascinations. I was thus doubly engaged in listening to my lover's words, and in watching the various gentlemen who went up and down the steps, went a former partner advance and reminded me, so that I had promised him a waltz. Loved to leave Mr. Durant, yet seeing no way of excusing myself to Mr. Fox, I cast an appealing glance at the former, and was greatly chagrined to find him already on his feet. Enjoy your dance! he cried. I was about to say to Mrs. Fairbrother, and was gone before my new partner had taken me on his arm. Was Mrs. Fairbrother the lady with the diamond? Yes. As I turned to enter the party with my partner, I caught a glimpse of Mr. Durant's tall figure, just disappearing from the step behind the sage-green curtains. Who is Mrs. Fairbrother? I inquired of Mr. Fox at the end of the dance. Mr. Fox, who is one of society's perennial bow, knows everybody. She is, well, she was Abner Fairbrother's wife. You know Fairbrother, the millionaire who built that curious structure on 86th Street. At present, they are living apart, an amicable understanding, I believe. Her diamond makes her conspicuous. It is one of the most remarkable stones in New York, perhaps in the United States. Have you observed it? Yes. That is, at a distance. Do you think her very handsome? Is Mrs. Fairbrother? She is called so, but she is not my style. Here he gave me a killing glance. I admire women of mind and heart. They do not need to wear jewels worth an ordinary man's fortune. I looked about for an excuse to leave this not so desirable partner. Let us go back into the long hall, I urged. The ceaseless world of these dancers is making me dizzy. With ease of a gallant man, he took me on his arm, and soon we were promenading again in the direction of the odd-cove. A passing glimpse of its interior was afforded me as we turned to retrace her steps, in the front of the yellow divan. The lady with the diamond was still there. A fold of the superb pink velvet she wore protruded across the gap made by the half-drawn curtains, just as it had done a half hour before. But it was impossible to see her face, or who was with her. What I could see, however, and did, was the figure of a man leaning against the wall at the foot of the steps. At first I thought this person unknown to me, then I perceived that he was no other than the chief guest of the evening, the Englishman of whom I had previously spoken. His expression had altered. He looked now both anxious and absorbed, particularly anxious and particularly absorbed, so much so that I was not surprised that no one ventured to approach him. Again I wondered in again I asked myself, for whom or for what he was waiting. For Mr. Duran to leave his lady's presence? No, no, I would not believe that. Mr. Duran could not be there still. Yet some women make it difficult for a man to leave them and, realizing this, I could not forbear casting a parting glance behind me, as yielding to Mr. Fox's importunities, I turned toward a supper-room. It showed me the Englishman, in the act of lifting two cups of coffee, from a small table, standing near the reception-room door. As his manner plainly betokened whether he was bound with this refreshment, I felt all my uneasiness vanish, and was able to take a seat at one of the small tables with which the supper-room was filled, and for a few minutes, at least, lent an ear to Mr. Fox's vapid compliments and tried opinions. Then my attention wondered. I had not moved nor had I shifted my gaze from the scene before me, the ordinary scene of a gay and well-filled supper-room. Yet I found myself looking as if through a mist I had not even seen develop, at something a strange, unusual, and remote, a semi-fantasm, yet distinct enough in its outlines for me to get a decided impression of a square of light surrounding the figure of a man in the peculiar pose not easily imagined and not easily described. It all passed in an instant, and I sat staring at the window opposite me, with the feeling of one who had just seen a vision. Yet almost immediately I forgot the whole occurrence in my anxiety as to Mr. Durant's whereabouts. Certainly he was amusing himself very much elsewhere, or he would have found an opportunity of joining me long before this. He was not even in sight, and I grew weary of the endless menu and the senseless chitchat of my companion, and, finding him amenable to my whims, rose from my seat at table, and made my way to a group of acquaintances standing just outside the supper-room door. As I listened to their greetings, some impulse led me to cast another glance down the hall toward the alcove. A man, a waiter, was issuing from it in a rush. Bad news was in his face, and as his eyes encountered those of Mr. Ramstall, who was advancing hurriedly to meet him, he plunged down the steps with a cry which drew a crowd about the two in an instant. What was it? What had happened? Mad with an anxiety I did not stop to define. I rushed toward this group, now swaying from side to side in irrepressible excitement. When suddenly everything swam before me, and I fell in a soom to the floor. Someone had shouted aloud, Mrs. Fairbrother has been murdered, and her diamonds stolen! Lock the doors! END OF CHAPTER TWO THE GLOBES I must have remained insensible for many minutes. For when I returned to full consciousness, the supper-room was empty, and the two hundred guests I had left seated at table were gathered in agitated groups about the hall. This was what I first noted. Not the afterward did I realize my own situation. I was lying on a couch in a remote corner of this same hall, and, beside me, but not looking at me, stood my lover, Mr. Durant. How he came to know my state, and find me in the general disturbance, I did not stop to inquire. It was enough for me, at that moment, to look up and see him so near. Indeed, the relief was so great, the sense of his protection so comforting, that I involuntarily stretched out my hand and grabbed it toward him. But, felling to attract his attention, slipped to the floor and took my stand at his side. This roused him, and he gave me a look, which steadied me, in spite of the thrill of surprise with which I recognized his extreme pallor, and a certain peculiar hesitation in his manner, not at all natural to it. Meanwhile, some words uttered nearest were slowly making their way into my benign brain. The waiter who had raised the first alarm sent everything to describe to an important group in advance of us what he had come upon in that murderous alcove. I was scaring about a tray of ices, he was saying, and seeing the lady sitting there went up. I had expected to find the place full of gentlemen, but she was all alone, and did not move as I picked my way over her long train. The next moment I had dropped ices straight and all. I had come face to face with her, and seen that she was dead. She had been stabbed and robbed. There was no diamond on her breast, but there was blood. A hubbub of disordered sentences seasoned with horrified cries followed this simple description. Then a general movement took place in the direction of the alcove, during which Mr. Durant stuck to my ear and whispered, We must get out of this. You are not strong enough to stand such excitement. Don't you think we can escape by the window over there? What? Without wraps in such a snowstorm? I protested. Besides, uncle will be looking for me. He came with me, you know. An expression of annoyance or was it perplexity crossed Mr. Durant's face, and he made a movement as if to leave me. I must go, he began, but stopped at my glance of surprise and assumed a different air, one which became him very much better. Pardon me, dear. I will take you to your uncle.  I was always sensitive to the sight, the smell, even to the very mention of the word blood. So was I, but not to the point of cowardice. But then I had not just come from an interview with a murdered woman. Her glances, her smiles, the lift of her eyebrows, were not fresh memories to me. Some consideration was certainly to him, for the shock he must be laboring under. Yet I did not know how to keep back the vital question. Who did it? You must have heard someone say. I have heard nothing, was his somewhat fierce rejoinder. Then as I made a move, what do you not wish to father the crowd there? I wish to find my uncle, and he is in that crowd. Mr. Durant said nothing further, and together we passed down the hall. A strange mood pervaded my mind. Instead of wishing to fly a scene, which under ordinary conditions would have filled me with utter repugnance, I felt a desire to see and hear everything. Not from curiosity, such a smooth most of the people about me. But because of some strong instinctive feeling I could not understand. As if it were my heart which had been struck, and my fate which was trembling in the balance. We were consequently among the first to hear such further details, as were allowed to circulate among the now well-knife frenzied guests. No one knew the perpetrator of the deed, nor did there appear to be any direct evidence calculated to fix its identity. Indeed, the sudden death of this beautiful woman in the midst of a festivity might have been looked upon as a suicide, if the jewel had not been missing from her breast, and the instrument of death removed from the wound. So far the casual search which had been instituted had failed to produce this weapon, but the police would be here soon, and then something would be done. As to the means of entrance employed by the assassin, there seemed to be but one opinion. The alcove contained a window opening upon its small balcony, while this yet doubtless entered and escaped. The long plush curtains which, during the early part of the evening, had remained, looked back on either side of the casement, were found at the moment of the crime's discovery closely drawn together. Certainly a suspicious circumstance. However, the question was one easily settled. If any one had approached by the balcony, there would be marks in the snow to show it. Mr. Ramstell had gone out to sea. He would be coming back soon. Do you think this is a probable explanation of the crime? I demanded of Mr. Durand at this juncture. If I remember rightly, this window overlooks the carriage-drive. It must, therefore, be within plain sight of the door through which some three hundred guests have passed tonight. How could any one climb to such a height, lift the window, and step in without being seen? You forget the awning. He spoke quickly and with unexpected vivacity. The awning runs up very near this window, and quite shut it off from the sight of arriving guests. So drivers of departing carriages could see it if they chanced to glance back, but their eyes are usually on their horses in such a crowd. The probabilities are against any of them having looked up. His brow had cleared. A weight seemed to move from his mind. When I went to the alcove to see Mrs. Fairbrother, she was sitting in a chair near this window looking out. I remember the effect of her splinter against the snow sifting down on the steady stream behind her. The pink velvet, the soft green of the curtains on each side, her brilliance, and the snow for her background. Yes, the murderer came in that way. Her figure would be plain to anyone outside, and if she moved, and the diamond shone, don't just see what a probable theory it is. There must be ways by which a desperate man might reach that balcony. I believe. How eager he was, and with what a look he turned, when the word came filtering through the crowd that, though footsteps had been found in the snow pointing directly towards the balcony, there was none on the balcony itself, proving, as anyone could see, that the attack had not come from without, since no one could enter the alcove by the window without stepping on the balcony. Mr. Derrond has suspicions of his own. I explain determinedly to myself. He met someone going in as he stepped out. Shall I ask him to name this person? No. I did not have the courage. Not while his face wore so stern a look, and was so resolutely turned away. The next excitement was a request from Mr. Ramsdell, for us all, to go into the drawing-room. This led to various cries from hysterical lips, such as, we're going to be searched. He believes the thief and murderer to be still in the house. Do you see the diamond on me? What if they can find their suspicions to the favourite few who are admitted to the alcove? They will, remarked someone close to my ear. But quickly as I turned, I could not guess from whom the comment came. Possibly from a much-to-be flowered, bejeweled, elderly dame, whose eyes were fixed on Mr. Derrond's averted face. If so, she received a defiant look from mine, which I do not believe she forgot in hurry. Alas, it was not the only curious, I might say, searching glance. I surprised to record against him, as he made our way to where I could see my uncle, struggling to reach us from a short-sight hall. So whispers seemed to have gone about that Mr. Derrond had been the last one to converse with Mrs. Fairbrother prior to the tragedy. In time I had the satisfaction of joining my uncle. He betrayed great relief at the sight of me, and, encouraged by his kindly smile, I introduced Mr. Derrond. My conscious air must have produced its impression, for he turned a straddled and inquiring look upon my companion, then took me recently on his own arm, saying, There is likely to be some unpleasantness ahead for all of us. I do not think the police will allow anyone to go, till that diamond has been looked for. This is a very serious matter, dear. So many think the murderer was one of the guests. I think so, too, said I. But why I thought so, or why I should say so, with such vehemence, I do not even know. My uncle looked surprised. He had better not advance any opinions. He advised. A lady like yourself should have none on the subject, so gruesome. I shall never cease regret in bringing you here to-night. I shall seize on the first opportunity to take you home. At present we are supposed to await the action of our host. He cannot keep all these people here long, I ventured. No, most of us will be relieved soon. Had you not better get your wraps, so as to be ready to go, as soon as he gives the word. I should prefer to have a peep at the people in the drawing-room first, was my perverse reply. I don't know why I want to see them, but I do. And, uncle, I might as well tell you now that I engaged myself to Mr. Daron this evening.  You have engaged yourself? To-to this man? To marry him, do you mean? I nodded, with a slight look behind to see if Mr. Daron were near enough to hear. He was not, and I allowed my enthusiasm to escape in a few quick words. He has chosen me, I said, the plainest, most uninteresting person in the whole city. My uncle smiled, and I believe he loves me. At all events, I know that I love him. My uncle sighed, while giving me the most affectionate of glances. It's the pity you should have come to this understanding tonight, said he. He's an acquaintance of the murdered woman, and it's only right for you to know that you will have to leave him behind when you start for home. All that have been seen entering that alcove this evening, will necessarily be detained here till the coroner arrives. My uncle and I strolled toward the drawing-room, and as we did so, we passed the library. It held but one occupant, the Englishman. He was seated before a table, and his appearance was such as precluded any attempt at intrusion, even if one had been so disposed. There was a fixicity in his gaze, and he frowned on his powerful forehead, which bespoke a mind greatly agitated. It was not for me to read that mind, much as it interested me, and I passed on, chatting, as if I had not the least desire to stop. I cannot say how much time elapsed before my uncle touched me on the arm of the remark. The police are here in full force. I saw a detective in plain clothes looking here a minute ago. He seemed to have his eye on you. There he is again. What can he want? No, don't turn. He's gone away now. Frightened, as I had never been in all my life, I managed to keep my head up and maintain an indifferent aspect. What, as my uncle said, called a detective want of me? I had nothing to do with the crime. Not in the remotest way could I be said to be connected with it. While then had I caught the attention of the police. Looking about, I sought Mr. Durand. He had left me on my uncles coming up, but had remained, as I supposed, within sight. But at this moment he was nowhere to be seen. Was I afraid on his account? Impossible, yet! Happily just then the word was passed about, that the police had given orders that, with the exception of such as had been requested to remain to answer questions, the guests generally should feel themselves at liberty to depart. The time had now come to take a stand, and I informed my uncle, to his evident chagrin, that I should not leave as long as any excuse could be found for staying. He said nothing at the time. But as the noise of departing carriages gradually lessened, and the great hall and drawing-rooms began to wear a logo of desertion, he at last ventured on this gentle protest. You have more plucked, Rita, than I suppose. Do you think it wise to stay on here? Well, not people imagine that you had been requested to do so. Look at those waiters hanging about in the different doorways. Run up and put on your raps. Mr. Durand will come to the house fast enough as soon as he is released. I give you leave to sit up for him, if you will.  He artfully added. But I stood firm, though somewhat moved by his final suggestion, and being a small tyrant in my way, at least with him, I carried my point. Suddenly my anxiety became poignant. A party of men among whom I saw Mr. Durand appeared at the end of the hall, led by a very small but self-important personage, whom my uncles immediately pointed out, as the detective who had twice come to the door near which I stood. As this man looked up and saw me still there, a look of relief crossed his face, and after a word or two with another stranger of seeming authority, he detached himself from the group he had ushered upon the scene, and, approaching me, respectfully enough, said with a deprecatory glance at my uncle, whose frown he doubtless understood. Miss Van Arstle, I believe? I nodded, too choked to speak. I am sorry, madam, if you are expecting to go. Inspector Delcey has arrived, and would like to speak to you. Will you step into one of these rooms, not the library, but any other? He will come to you as quickly as he can. I tried to carry it off bravely, and as if I saw nothing in these summons, which was unique or alarming. But I succeeded only in dividing a wavering glance between him and the group of men of which he had just formed a part. In the latter were several gentlemen whom I had noted in Mrs. Fairbrothers' train early in the evening, and a few strangers, two of them were officials. Mr. Duran was with the former, and his expression did not encourage me. The affair is very serious, commented the detective and leaving me. That's our excuse for any trouble we may be putting it to. I clutched my uncle's arm. Where shall we go? I asked. The drawing-room is too large. In this hall my eyes are forever travelling in the direction of the alcove. Don't you know so little room? Oh, what, what can he want of me? Nothing serious, nothing important, blustered my good uncle. Some trivialities such as you can answer in a moment. A little room? Yes, I know one. There, under the stairs. Come, I will find the door for you. Why did we ever come to this wretched ball? I had no answer for this. Why, indeed. My uncle, who is a very patient man, guided me to the place he had picked out, without adding a word to the ejaculation in which he had just allowed his impatience to expand itself. But once seated within and out of the range of peering eyes and listening ears, he allowed a sigh to escape him, which expressed the fullness of his agitation. My dear, he began and stopped. I feel here again he came to a pause, that you should know what I managed to ask, that I do not like Mr. Durand, and that others do not like him. Is it because of something you know about him before tonight? He made no answer. Or because he was seen, like many other gentlemen, talking with that woman some time before, a long time before she was attacked for a diamond and murdered. Pardon me, my dear. He was the last one seen talking to her. Someone may yet be found who went in after he came out, but as yet he is considered the last. Mr. Ramstall himself told me so. It makes no difference, I exclaimed, in all the heat of my long-suppressed agitation. I am willing to stake my life on his integrity and honour. No man could talk to me as he did early this evening, with any vile intentions at heart. He was interested, no doubt like many others, in one who has the name of being a captivating woman, but I paused in sudden alarm. A look had crossed my uncle's face, which assured me that we were no longer alone. Who could have entered so silently? In some trepidation I turned to see, a gentleman was standing in the doorway, whose smile the sight met his eye. As dismissed Van Arstall, he asked, instantly my courage which had threatened to leave me, returned, and I smiled. I am, said I. I use the inspector. Inspector Dahlsell, he explained with a bow, which included my uncle. Then he closed the door. I hope I have not frightened you, he went on, approaching me with a gentleman the air. A little matter has come up concerning which I mean to be perfectly frank with you. It may prove to be of trivial importance. If so, you will pardon my disturbing you. Mr. Durand, you know him? I am engaged to him. I declared before uncle could raise his hand. You are engaged to him? Well, that makes it difficult. And yet, in some respects, easier for me to ask a certain question. It must have made it more difficult than easy, for I did not proceed to put this question immediately, but went on. You know that Mr. Durand visited Mrs. Fairbrutter in the alcove, a little while before her death? I have been told so. He was seen to go in, but I have not yet found anyone who saw him come out. Consequently, we have been unable to fix the exact minute when he did so. What is the matter, Ms. Van Orstel? You want to say something? No, no. I protested, reconsidering my first impulse. Then, as I met his look, he can probably tell you that himself. I am sure he would not hesitate. We shall ask him later, was Inspector's response. Meanwhile, are you ready to assure me that since that time he has not interested you with a little article to keep? No, no. I do not mean the diamond. He broke in. In very evident dismay, as I fell back from him in irrepressible indignation and alarm. The diamond? Well, we shall look for that later. It is another article we are in search of now, one which Mr. Durand might very well have taken in his hand, without realizing just what he was doing. As it is important for us to find this article, and as it is one he might very naturally have passed over to you, when he found himself in the hall with it in his hand, I ventured to ask you if this termise is correct. It is not. I thought it fiercely. Glad that I could speak from my very heart. He has given me nothing to keep for him. He would not. Why that peculiar look in the Inspector's eye? Why did he reach out for a chair and seat me in it, before I took up my interrupted sentence and finished it? Would not give you anything to hold which belonged to another woman? Miss Fanarsdell, you do not know men. They do many things which a young, trusting girl like herself would hardly expect from them. Not, Mr. Durand, I maintain subtly. Perhaps not. Let us hope not. Then with a quick change of manner he bent toward me, with a side-long look at Uncle, and pointing to my gloves remarked, You wear gloves. Did you feel the need of two pairs that you gave another in that pretty bag hanging from your arm? I started, looked down, then slowly drew up into my hand the bag he had mentioned. The white finger of a glove was protruding from the top. Anyone could see it. Many probably had. What did it mean? I had brought no extra pair with me. This is not mine. I began, faltering into silence as I perceived my uncle turn and walk a step or two away. The article we are looking for pursued the inspector. His subhair of long white gloves, supposed to have been worn by Mrs. Fairbrother, when she entered the alcove. Do you mind showing me those? A finger of which I see. I dropped the bag into his hand. The room and everything in it was whirling around me. But when I noticed what trouble it was to his clumsy fingers to open it, my senses returned. And reaching for the bag, I pulled it open and snatched out the gloves. They had been hastily rolled up and some of the fingers were showing. Let me have them, he said. With quaking heart and shaking fingers I handed over the gloves. Mrs. Fairbrother's hand was not a small one. He observed as he slowly unrolled them. Yours is. We can soon tell, but that sentence was never finished. As the gloves fell open in his grasp he uttered a sudden, sharp ejaculation, an eye a smothered shriek, an object of superlative brilliancy had rolled out from them. The diamond, the gem which man said, was worth a king's ransom, and which we all knew had just cost a life. The woman in the alcove, by Anna Catherine Green Chapter 3 Anson Turan Whispin' armed senses and a dismayed heart, I stared at the fallen jewel, I said some hateful thing, menacing both my life and honor. I have had nothing to do with it. I vehemently declared. I did not put the gloves in my bag, nor did I know the diamond was in them. I fainted at the first alarm and— There, there, I know, interposed in spectre kindly. I do not doubt you in the least, not when there is a man to doubt. Whispin' arstal, you'd better let your uncle take you home. I will see that the hall is cleared for you. Tomorrow I may wish to talk to you again, but I will spare you all for the opportunity to-night. I shook my head. It would require more courage to leave at that moment than to stay. Meeting the inspectors are firmly, I quietly declared. If Mr. Turan's good name is to suffer in any way, I will not forsake him. I have confidence in his integrity, if he have not. It was not his hand, but one much more guilty, which dropped his jewel into the bag. So-so. Do not be too sure of that, little woman. You'd better take your lesson at once. It will be easier for you, and more wholesome for him. Here we picked up the jewel. Well, they said it was a wonder. He exclaimed in sudden admiration. I am not surprised, now that I have seen a great gem, as the famous stories I have read, of men risking life and honor for their possession. If only no blood had been shed. Uncle! Uncle! I wailed aloud in my agony. It was all my lips could utter. But to Uncle it was enough. Speaking for the first time, he asked to have a passage made for us, and when the inspector moved forward to comply, he threw his arm about me, and was endeavoring to find fitting words, with which to fill up the delay, when a short altercation was heard from the doorway, and Mr. Durant came rushing in, followed immediately by the inspector. His first look was not at myself, but at the bag, which still hung from my arm. As I noted this action, my whole inner self seemed to collapse, dragging my happiness down with it. But my countenance remained unchanged. Too much so, it seems. For when his eye finally rose to my face, he found there what made him recall, and turned with something like fierceness and his companion. You have been talking to her, he vehemently protested. Perhaps you have gone further than that. What has happened here? I think I ought to know. She is so guileless, Inspector Dalzel, so perfectly free from all connection with this crime.  It might be well if Miss Van Arstel herself would answer you, whilst the inspector is quite retort. What you have said may constitute all that we have against you, but it is not all we have against her. I gasped, not so much at this seeming accusation, the motive of which I believed myself to understand, but at the burning plush with which it was received by Mr. Durand. What do you mean? he demanded, with certain odd breaks in his voice. What can you have against her? A triviality, returned the inspector, with a look in my direction that was I felt, not to be mistaken. I do not call it a triviality, I burst out. It seems that Mrs. Fairbrother, for all her elaborate toilet, was found without gloves on her arms, as she certainly wore them when entering the alcove, the police have naturally been looking for them. And what do you think they have found them? Not in the alcove with her, not in the possession of the man who undoubtedly carries them away with him, but— I know! I know! Mr. Durand hoarsely put in. He did not say any more.  Weakness? He started. I started. My voice was totally unrecognizable. I should give it another name. I added coldly. For a moment he seemed to lose heart. Then he lifted his head again, and looked as handsome as when he pleaded for my hand in the little conservatory. You have that right, said he. Besides, weakness at such a time, and under such an exceedency, is little short of wrong. It was unmanly in me to endeavor to secrete these gloves.  I acknowledge it, Rita, and shall meet only my just punishment, if you deny me in the future both your sympathy and regard. But you must let me assure you, and this gentleman also, one of them can make it very unpleasant for me. The consideration for you, much more than any miserable anxiety about myself, lay at the bottom of what must strike you all as an act of unpardonable cowardice. From the moment I learned of this woman's murder in the Alcove, where I had visited her, I realized that everyone who had been seen to approach her within a half hour of her death would be subjected to a more or less rigid investigation, and I feared, if her gloves were found in my possession, some special attention might be directed my way, which would cause you in merited distress. So yielding to an impulse which I now recognize as most unwise, as well as unworthy one, I took advantage of the puzzle about us, and of the insensibility into which you had fallen, to tuck these miserable gloves into the bag I saw lying on the floor at your side. I do not ask your pardon. My whole future life shall be devoted to winning that. I simply wish to state a fact. Very good. It was the inspector who spoke. I could not have uttered a word to save my life. Perhaps you will now feel that you owe it to this young lady to add how you came to have these gloves in your possession. Mrs. Fairbrother handed them to me. Handed them to you? Yes. I hardly know why myself. She asked me to take care of them for her. I know that this must strike you as a very peculiar statement. It was smart realization of the unfavorable effect it could not fail to produce upon those who heard it, which made me dread any interrogation on the subject. But I assure you, it was as I say. She put the gloves into my hand while I was talking to her, saying they incommodated her. And you? Well, I held them for a few minutes. Then I put them in my pocket, but quite automatically, and without thinking very much about it. She was a woman accustomed to have her own way. People said and questioned it, I judge. Healed attention about my throat relaxed, and I opened my lips to speak. But the inspector, with a glance of some authority, first told me, were the gloves open or rolled up when she offered them to you? They were rolled up. Did you see her take them off? Assuredly. And roll them up? Certainly. After which she passed them over to you. Not immediately. She let them lie in her lap for a while. While you talked, Mr. Durand bowed. And looked at the diamond? Mr. Durand bowed for the second time. Have you ever seen cell-finer diamond before? No. Yet you deal in precious stones. That is my business, and are regarded as a judge of them. I have that reputation. Mr. Durand, would you know this diamond if you saw it? I certainly should. The setting was an uncommon one, I hear. Quite an unusual one. The inspector opened his hand. Is this the article? Good God! Where? Don't you know? I do not. The inspector eyed in gravely. Then I have a bit of news for you. It was sitting in the glove she took from Mrs. Fairbrother. Miss Van Arcel was present at their unrolling. To believe, move, breathe at certain moments. It hardly seemed so. I know that I was conscious of but one sense, that of seeing, and of but one faculty, that of judgment. Would he flinch, break down, betray guilt, or simply show astonishment? I chose to believe. It was a latter feeling only, which informed his slowly whitening and disturbed features. Certainly it was all his words expressed, as his glances flew from the stone to the gloves, and back again to the inspector's face. I cannot believe it! I cannot believe it! And his hand flew wildly to his forehead. Yet it is the truth, Mr. Durand, and one you now have to face. How will you do this? By any further explanations or by what you may consider a discreet silence? I have nothing to explain, the facts or as I have stated. The inspector regarded him with an earnestness which made my heart sink. You can fix the time of this visit, I hope. Tell us, I mean, just when you left the alcove. You must have seen someone who can speak for you. I fear not. Why did he look so disturbed and uncertain? There were but a few persons in the hall just then. He went on to explain. No one was sitting on the yellow divan. You know where you went, though, whom you saw and what you did before the alarm spread? Inspector, I am quite confused. I did go somewhere. I did not remain in that part of the hall. But I can tell you nothing definite. Save that I walked about. Mostly among strangers, to the quiet roads which sent us all in one direction, and me to the side of my fainting sweetheart. Can you pick out any stranger you talk to? Or anyone who might have noted you during this interval? You see, for the sake of this little woman, I wish to give you every chance. Inspector, I am obliged to throw myself on your mercy. I have no such witness to my innocence as you call for. Immacent people seldom have. It is only the guilty who take the trouble to provide for such contingencies. This was all very well. If it had been uttered with a straightforward air, and in a clear tone, but it was not. I who loved him felt that it was not, and consequently was more or less prepared for the change which now took place in the inspector's manner. It had pierced me to the heart to observe this change, and I instinctively dropped my face into my hands, when I saw him move toward me stood around, with some final order or word of caution. Instantly, and who can account for such phenomena? There floated into view before my retina, a reproduction of the picture I had seen, or imagined myself to have seen, in the supper room, and as at that time it opened before me an unknown vista quite removed from the surrounding scene. So it did now, and I beheld again in faint outlines, and yet with the effect of complete distinctness, a square of light through which appeared an open passage partly shot off from view by a half-lifted curtain and the tall figure of a man holding back this curtain and gazing, or seeming to gaze at his own breast, on which he had already laid one quivering finger. What did it mean? In the excitement of the horrible occurrence which had engrossed us all, I had forgotten this curious experience, but unfeeling anew the vague sensation of shock and expectation which seemed its natural accompaniment, I became conscious of a sudden conviction that the picture which had opened before me in the supper room was the result of a reflection in the glass or mirror of something's end going on in a place not otherwise within the reach of my vision, a reflection, the importance of which I suddenly realized when I recalled at what a critical moment it had occurred, a man in a state of dread looking at his breast within five minutes of the stir and rush of the dreadful event which had marked this evening. A hope greatest of despair in which I had just been sunk gave me courage to drop my hands and advance impetuously towards the inspector. Don't speak, I pray, don't judge any of us further till you have heard what I have to say. In greatest astonishment and with an aspect of some severity he asked me what I had to say now which I had not had the opportunity of saying before. I reply with all the passion of a forlorn hope that it was only at this present moment I remembered, a fact which might have a very decided bearing on this case, and detecting evidences as I thought, overlending on his part. I backed up this statement while in a treaty for a few words with him apart, as the matter I had to tell was private and possibly too fanciful for any ear but his own. He looked as if he apprehended some loss of valuable time, but touched by the involuntary gesture of appeal was which I supplemented my request. He led me into a corner where, with just an encouraging glance toward Mr. Durand, who seemed struck down by my action, I told the inspector of that momentary picture, which I had seen reflected in what I was now sure was some window-pane or mirror. It was at a time coincident or very nearly coincident with the perpetration of the crime you are now investigating, I concluded. Within five minutes afterward came the shot which rose us all to what had happened in the alcove. I do not know what passage I saw, or what door or even what figure, but the latter, I am sure, was that of the guilty man, something in the outline, and it was the outline only I could catch, expressed an emotion incomprehensible to me at the moment, but which in my remembrance impresses me as that of fear and dread. It was not the entrance to the alcove I beheld, that would have struck me at once, but some of the opening which I much recognize if I saw it. Cannot that opening be found, and may not it give a clue to the man I saw skulking through it with terror and remorse in his heart? Was this figure when you saw it, turned toward you or away? The inspector inquired with unexpected interest. Turned party away, he was going from me. And you said, where? Shall I show you? The inspector bowed, then with a low word of caution turned to my uncle. I am going to take this young lady into the hall for a moment, at her own request. May I ask you and Mr. Durant to await me here? Without pausing for reply, he threw open the door, and presently we were pacing the deserted supper room, seeking the place where I had sat. I found it almost by a miracle, everything being in great disorder. Guided by my bouquet, which I had left behind me in my escape from the table, I laid hold of the chair before which it lay, and declared quite confidently to the inspector. This is where I sat. Naturally, its glance and mine both flew to the opposite wall. A window was before us, of an unusual size and make. Unlike any which had ever before come under my observation, it swung on a pivot, and, though short at the present moment, might very easily, when opened, present its huge pain at an angle, capable of catching reflections from some of the many mirrors decorating the reception room, situated diagonally across the hall. As all the doorways on this lower floor were of unusual width, an open path was offered, as it were, for these reflections to pass, making it possible for scenes to be imaged here which, through the persons involved, would seem as safe from anyone's scrutiny as if they were taking place in the adjoining house. As we realized this, a look passed between us of more than ordinary significance, pointing to the window, the inspector turned to a group of waiters, watching us from the other side of the room, and asked if it had been opened that evening. The answer came quickly. Yes, sir, just before the, the, I understand, broken the inspector, and leaning over me he whispered, tell me again exactly what you thought you saw, but I could add little to my former description. Perhaps you can tell me this. He kindly persisted. Was the picture when you saw it, on a level with your eye, or did you have to lift your head in order to see it? It was high up, in the air, as it were. That seemed its other's feature. The inspector's mouth took a satisfied curve. Possibly I might identify the door and passage if I saw them, I suggested. Certainly, certainly, was his cheerful rejoinder, and summoning one of his men was about to give some order, when his impulse changed, and he asked if I could draw. I assured him, in some surprise, that I was far from being an attempt in that direction, but that possibly I might manage a rough sketch. Whereupon he pulled a pad and pencil from his pocket, and requested me to make some sort of attempt to reproduce on paper my memory of this passage and the door. My heart was beating violently, and the pencil shook in my hand, but I knew that it would not do for me to show any hesitation in fixing, for all I swat, unaccountably to myself, continued to be perfectly plain to my own. So I endeavored to do a survey to me, and succeeded, to some extent, for he uttered a slight ejaculation at one of its features, and while duly expressing his thanks, honoured me with a very sharp look. Is this your first visit to this house? he asked. No, I have been here before. In the evening or in the afternoon? In the afternoon. I am told that the main entrance is not in use tonight. No, a sitar is provided for occasions like the present. Guests entering there find a special hall and staircase, by which they can reach the upstairs dressing rooms without crossing the main hall. Is that what you mean? Yes, that is what I mean. I stared at him in wonder. What lee-back of such questions is this? You came in, as others did, by this side entrance, he now proceeded. Did you notice such a turn to go upstairs, an arch opening to a small passageway at your left? I did not. I began flushing, for I thought I understood him now. I was too eager to reach the dressing room to look about me. Very well, he replied, I may want to show you that arch. The outline of an arch, backing the figure we were endeavoring to identify, was a marked feature in the sketch I had shown him. Will you take a seat nearby while I make a study of this matter? I turned with aliquity to obey. There was something in his air and manner which made me almost buoyant. Had my fanciful interpretation of what I had seen reached him with the conviction it had me? If so, there was hope. Hope for the men I loved, who had gone in and out between curtains, and not through any arch, such as he had mentioned, or I had described. Providence was working for me. I saw it in the way the man now moved about, swinging the window to and fro, under the instruction of the inspector, manipulating the lights, opening doors and drawing back curtains. Providence was working for me, and when, a few minutes later, I was asked to recede myself in my old place at the supper table, and take another look in that slightly deflected glass. I knew that my effort had met with its reward, and that for the second time I was to receive the impression of a place now intelligibly imprinted on my consciousness. It's not that it, asked the inspector, pointing at the glass with the last look at the imperfect sketch I had made him, and which he still held in his hand. Yes! I eagerly responded. All but the man! He whose figure I see there is another person entirely. I see no remorse, or even fear in his looks. Of course not. You are looking at the reflection of one of my men. Miss Van Arstel, do you recognize the place now under your eye? I do not. You spoke of an arch in the hall, at the left of the carriage entrance, and I see an arch in the window pane before me, but you are looking straight through the alcove. Perhaps you did not know that another door opened at its back, into the passage which runs behind it. Further on is the arch, and beyond that arch the side-hole and staircase leading to the dressing-rooms. This door, the one in the rear of the alcove, I mean, is hidden from those entering from the main hall by draperies, which have been hung over it for this occasion, but it is quite visible from the back passageway, and there can be no doubt that it was by its means the man whose reflected image you saw both entered and left the alcove. But it is an important fact to establish, and we feel very much obliged to you for the age you have given us in this matter. Then as I continue to stare at him, in my elation and surprise, he added in quick explanation. The lights in the alcove and in the several parlours are all hung with shades, as you must perceive, but the one in the hall beyond the arch is very bright, which accounts for the distinctness of this stubble reflection. Another thing, and it is a very interesting point, it would have been impossible for this reflection to be noticeable from where you sit, if the level of the alcove flooring had not been considerably higher than that of the main floor. But for this freak of the architect, the continual passing into and fro of people would have prevented the reflection in its passage from surface to surface. May Sven Arstow? It would seem that by one of those chances which happened but once or twice in a lifetime, every condition was perpetuous at the moment, to make this reflection a possible occurrence, even the location and width of the several doorways, and the exact point at which the portier was drawn aside from the entrance to the alcove. It is wonderful, I cried. Wonderful! Then to his astonishment, perhaps, I asked if there was not a small door of communication between the passageway back of the alcove and the large central hall. Yes, who replied, it opens just beyond the fireplace. Three small steps lead to it. I thought so, I murmured, but more to myself than to him. In my mind I was thinking how a man, if he so wished, could pass from the very heart of this assemblage into the quiet passageway and so on into the alcove without attracting very much attention from his fellow guests. I forgot that there was another way of approach, even less noticeable than by the small staircase running up beyond the arch, directly to the dressing rooms. Said no confusion may arise in anyone's mind, and regard to these curious approaches, I subjoined a plan of this portion of the lower floor, as it afterward appeared in the leading dailies. And Mr. Durant, I stammered, as I followed the inspector back to the room where we had left the gentleman. You will believe his statement now, and look for the second intruder with the gultally hanging head and frightened mean. Yes, he replied, stopping me on the threshold of the door and taking my hand kindly in his. If, don't start, my dear, life is full of trouble for young and old, and youth is the best time to face a sad experience, if he is not himself the man you saw staring in frightened horror at his breast. Have you not noticed that he is not dressed in all respects like the other gentleman present, that, though he has not dawned his overcoat, he has put on, somewhat prematurely, one might say, the large silk handkerchief lie presumably where it's under it. Have you not noticed this, and asked yourself why? I had noticed it. I had noticed it from the moment I recovered from my fainting fit, but I had not thought it a matter of sufficient interest to ask, even of myself, his reason for thus hiding his shirt front. Now I could not. My faculties were too confused, more hard to deeply shaken by the suggestion which the inspectors' words conveyed, for me to be conscious of anything, but that devouring question as to what I should do if, by my own mistaken zeal, I had succeeded in plunging the man I loved, yet deeper into the toil soon which he had become enmeshed. The inspector left me no time for the settlement of this question. Ushering me back into the room where Mr. Durand and my uncle awaited our return, in apparently unrelieved silence, he closed the door upon the curious eyes of the various persons, still lingering in the hall, and abruptly said to Mr. Durand, the explanations she had been pleased to give of the manner in which this diamond came into her possession are not too fanciful for credence. If you can, satisfy us on another point which has awakened some doubt in the mind of one of my men. Mr. Durand, you appear to have prepared yourself for departure somewhat prematurely. Do you mind removing that handkerchief for a moment? My reason for so peculiar a request will presently appear. However, from our last found hope, Mr. Durand, with the face as white as the background of snow, framed by the uncurtained window against which he leaned, lifted his hand as if to comply with the inspector's request, so let it fall again with a grating laugh. I see that I am not likely to escape any of the results of my imprudence. He cried, and with a quick chirg, bared his shirt front. A splash of red defiled his otherwise uniform whiteness, that it was the red of heart's blood was proved by the shrinking look he unconsciously cast at it. THE WOMEN IN THE ALCOVE by Anna Catherine Greene CHAPTER IV EXPLAINATIONS My love for Anson Durand died at sight of that crimson splash, or I thought it did. In this spot of blood on the breast of him, to whom I had given my heart, I could read but one word. GUILT HANUS GUILT Guilt denied and now brought to light in language that could be seen and read by all men. Why should I stay in such a presence? Had not the inspector himself advised me to go? Yes, but another voice bade me remain. Just as I reached the door, Anson Durand found his voice and I heard, in the full sweet tones I loved so well. Wait! I am not to be judged like this. I will explain. But here the inspector interposed. Do you think it wise to make any such attempt without the advice of counsel, Mr. Durand? The indignation with which Mr. Durand will toward him raised me in a faint hope. Good God! Yes! he cried. Would you have me leave, Miss Van Arstel, one minute longer than necessary, to such dreadful doubt? Rita! Miss Van Arstel! Weakness and weakness only has brought me into my present position. I did not kill Mrs. Fairbrother, nor did I knowingly take her diamond, though appearances look that way, as I am very ready to acknowledge. I did go to her in the alcove, not once, but twice, and these are my reasons for doing so. About three months ago a certain well-known man of enormous wealth came to me with the request that I should procure for him a diamond of superior beauty. He wished to give it to his wife, and he wished it to outshine any which could now be found in New York. This meant sending abroad, an expense he was quite willing to incur on the sole condition that the stone should not disappoint him when he saw it, and that it was to be in his hands on the eighteenth of March his wife's birthday. Never before had I had such an opportunity for a large stroke of business. Naturally elated, I entered at once into correspondence with the best known dealers on the other side, and last week a diamond was delivered to me, which seemed to feel all the necessary requirements. I had never seen a finer stone, and was consequently re-choicing in my success, when some one—I do not remember who now—chance to speak in my hearing of the wonderful stone possessed by a certain Mrs. Fairbrother—a stone so large, so brilliant, and so precious altogether, such as seldom wore it, though it was known to connoisseurs, and had a great reputation at Tiffany's, where it had once been sent for some alteration in the setting. Was this stone larger and finer than the one I had procured with so much trouble? If so, my labour had all been in vain, for my patron must have known of this diamond, and would expect to see it surpassed. I was so upset by this possibility that I resolved to see the jewel and make comparisons for myself. I found a friend who agreed to introduce me to the lady. She received me very graciously, and was amiable enough, until the subject of diamonds was broached, when she immediately stiffened, and left me without an opportunity of proffering my request. However, on every other subject she was affable, and I found it easy enough to pursue the acquaintance, though we were almost unfriendly terms. But I never saw the diamond, nor would she talk about it, though I cost her some surprise when one day I drew out before her eyes the one I had procured for my patron and made her look at it. Fine, she cried, fine, but I failed to detect any envy in her manner, and so knew that I had not achieved the object set me by my wealthy customer. This was so woeful disappointment. Yet, as Mrs. Fairbrother never wore her diamond, it was of all the possibilities that he might be satisfied with a very fine gem I had obtained for him, and influenced by this hope, I sent him this morning a request to come and see it tomorrow. Tonight I attended this ball, and almost as soon as I entered the drawing-room, I hear that Mrs. Fairbrother is present and is wearing her famous jewel. What could you expect of me? Why, that I would make an effort to see it, and so be ready with a reply to my exacting customer, when he should ask me tomorrow if the stone I showed him had its spear in the city. But was not in the drawing-room then, and later I became interested elsewhere. Here he cast a look at me, so that half the evening passed before I had an opportunity to join her in the so-called alcove, where I had seen her set up her miniature court. But passed between us in the short interview, we held together you will find me prepared to state if necessary. It was chiefly marked by the one short view I succeeded in obtaining of her marvelous diamond. In spite of the pain she took to hide it from me, was some natural movement whenever she caught my eyes, leaving her face. But in that one short look I had seen enough. This was a gem for a collector, not to be worn save in a royal presence. How would she come by it? And could Mr. Smith expect me to procure him a stone like that? In my confusion I arose to depart, but the lady showed a disposition to keep me, and began chatting so vivaciously that I scarcely noticed that she was all the time engaged in drawing on her gloves. Indeed I almost forgot the jewel, possibly because her movements hid it so completely, and only remembered it when, with a sudden turn from the window where she had drawn me to watch the falling flakes, she pressed the gloves into my hand with a coquettish request that I should take care of them for her. I remember as I took him, of striving to catch another glimpse of the stone whose brilliancy had dazzled me, but she had opened her fan between us. A moment after, thinking I heard approaching steps, I quitted the room. This was my first visit. As I stopped possibly for breath, possibly to judge to what extent I was impressed by his account, the inspector seized the opportunity to ask if Mrs. Fairbrother had been standing any of this time with her back to him, to which he answered yes, while there were in the window. Long enough for her to pluck off the jewel and trust it into the gloves that she had so wished? Quite long enough. But did you see her do this? I did not. And so took the gloves without suspicion, entirely so, and carried them away. Unfortunately, yes. Without thinking that she might want them the next minute. I doubt if I was thinking seriously of her at all. My thoughts were on my own disappointment. Did you carry these gloves out in your hand? No, in my pocket. I see, and you met no one. The sound I heard must have come from the rear hall. And there was nobody on the steps? No, a gentleman was standing at their foot, Mr. Gray, the Englishman, but his face was turned another way, and he looked as if he had been in that same position for several minutes. Do this gentleman, Mr. Gray, see you? I cannot say, but I doubt it. He appeared to be in a sort of dream. There were other people about, but nobody with whom I was acquainted. Very good. Now, for the second visit you acknowledge having paid this unfortunate lady. The inspector's voice was hard. I clung a little more tightly to my uncle, and stood around after one agonizing glance to my way, dream-self up as if quite conscious, that he had entered upon the most serious part of the struggle. I had forgotten the gloves in my hurry departure, but recently I remembered them, and grew very well easy. I did not lie carrying this woman's property about with me. I had engaged myself an hour before to Miss Van Arstel, and was very anxious to rejoin her. The gloves warred me, and finally, after a little aimless wandering through the various rooms, I determined to go back and restore them to their owner. The doors of the sub-room had just been flying open, and the end of the hall near the alcove was comparatively empty, safe for a certain quizzical friend of mine, whom I saw sitting with his partner on the yellow divan. I did not want to encounter him just then, for he had already joked to me about my admiration for the lady with the diamond, and so I conceived the idea of approaching her by means of a second entrance to the alcove, unsuspected by most of those present, but perfectly well known to me, who had been a frequent guest in this house. A door covered by temporary draperies connects, as you may know, this alcove with a passageway communicating directly with the hall of entrance and the upstairs dressing rooms. To go up the main stairs and come down by the side one, and so on, through a small archway, was a very simple matter for me. If no early departing or late arriving guests were in that hall, I need fear but one encounter, and that was with the servant's station at the carriage entrance. But even he was absent at this prepituous instant, and I reached the door I sought without any unpleasantness. This door opened out instead of in. This I also knew when planning this surreptitus intrusion, but after pulling it open and reaching for the curtain, which shone completely across it, I found it not so easy to proceed as I had imagined. The stealthiness of my action held back my hand, then the faint sounds I heard within advised me that she was not alone, and that she might very readily regard with this pleasure my unexpected entrance by a door of which she was possibly ignorant. I tell you all this because, if by any chance I was seen hesitating in face of that curtain, doubts might have been raised which I am anxious to dispel. Here his eyes left my face for that of the inspector. It certainly had a bad look that I don't deny, but I did not think of appearances then. I was too anxious to complete a task which had suddenly presented unexpected difficulties that I listened before entering was very natural, and when I heard no voice, only something like a great sigh, I ventured to lift the curtain and step in. She was sitting, not where had left her, but on a couch at the left of the usual entrance, her face toward me and—you know how, inspector—it was her last sigh I had heard, horrified for I had never looked on death before, much less a crime. I reeled forward, meaning I presumed to rush down the steps shouting for help when, suddenly, something fell splashing on my shirt front, and I saw myself marked with a stain of blood. This both frightened and bewildered me, and it was a minute or two before I had the courage to look up. When I did do so, I saw whence this drop had come, not from her, though the red stream was pouring down the rich folds of her dress, but from a sharp needle-like instrument which had been thrust point inward in the overwork of an antique lantern hanging near the doorway. What had happened to me might have happened to anyone who chanced to be in that spot at that special moment, but I did not realize this then. Curving the splash with my hands, I edged myself back to the door which I had entered, watching those deathful eyes and crushing under my feet the remnants of some broken china with which the carpet was bestrune. I had no thought of her, hardly any of myself. To cross the room was all, to escape as frequently as I came, before the portiers so nearly drawn between me, and the main hall should stir under the hand of some curious person entering. It was my first sight of blood, my first contact with crime, and that was what I did. I fled. The last word was uttered with a gasp. Evidently he was greatly affected by his horrible experience. I am ashamed of myself, he muttered, but nothing can now undo the fact. I slid from the presence of this murdered woman, as though she had been the victim of my own rage or cupidity, and being fortunate enough to reach the dressing-room before the alarm had spread beyond the immediate vicinity of the alcove, found and put on the handkerchief, which made it possible for me to rush down and find Miss Van Arstel, who somebody told me had fainted. Not till I stood over her, in that remote corner beyond the supper-room did I again think of the gloves. What I did when I happened to think of them, you already know. I could have shown no greater cowardice if I had known that the murdered woman's diamond was hidden inside them. Yet I did not know this, or even suspect it. Nor do I understand now her reason for placing it there. Why should Mrs. Fairbrother risk such an invaluable jam to the custody of one she knew so little? An unconscious custody, too. Was she afraid of being murdered if she retained his jewel? The inspector thought a moment and then said, You mentioned your dread of someone entering by the one door before you could escape by the other. Do you refer to the friend you left sitting under the van opposite? No, my friend had left that seat. The portier was sufficiently drawn for me to detect that. If I had waited a minute longer, he bitterly added, I should have found my way open to the regular entrance, and so escaped all this. Mr. Durand, you are not obliged to answer any of my questions, but if you wish, you may tell me whether, at this moment of apprehension, you thought of the danger you ran of being seen from outside by someone of the many coachmen passing by on the driveway. No. I didn't even think of the window. I don't know why. But if anyone passing by did see me, I hope they saw enough to substantiate my story. The inspector made no reply. He seemed to be thinking. I heard afterward that the curtains, looped back in the early evening, had been found hanging at full length over this window, by those who first rushed in upon the scene of death. Had he hoped to entrap Mr. Durand into some damaging admission, or was he merely testing his truth? His expression afforded no clue to his thoughts, and Mr. Durand, noting this, remarked with some dignity. How do not expect strangers to accept his explanations? Which must sound strange and inadequate in face of the proof I carry of having been with that woman after the fatal weapon struck her heart. But to one who knows me and knows me well, I can surely appeal for credence, to a tale which I hear declared to be as true as if I had sworn to it in a court of justice. Ensign! I passionately cried out, loosening my clutch upon my uncle's arm. My confidence in him had returned. And then, as I noted the inspector's pisses like air, in my uncle's wavering look and unconvinced manner, I felt my heart swell, and flinging all discretion to the wind, I bounded eagerly forward, laying my hands in those of Mr. Durand. I cried fervently. I believe in you. Nothing but your own words shall ever shake my confidence in your innocence. The sweet, glad look I received was my best reply. I could leave the room after that. But not the house. Another experience awaited me, awaited as all, before this full, eventful evening came to a close. End of Chapter 4


What's up everyone it's your girl Kenzie here from Leighton Sports Cards and I'm ripping 22-23 Panini Prism collegiate draft hobby and 21-22 mosaic fast break basketball five box mixer number five random teams Again, here is a look at the random results. You can always find these on the website at leightonsportscard.com Link's also in chat for you. All right, here we go Last break of the daytime Again, we've got more um breaks starting at 5 p.m. tonight I will be back tomorrow morning for sunday daytime personals Here we go I'm not sure anthony edwards silver. We have a silver auto of trent frazier I think sam's breaking tonight btb united league, so this will be a random to all Uh chandler or kennedy chandler on the hyper rookie. We've got orange pulsar. Um, justin lewis 37 of 43 Justin lewis It's a free agent. So this will go to that. Um random spot Baldwin jr. A chet holgrim on the brilliant hyper thunder and bead and kessler Williams westbrook silver rookie of jeremy sochin We have a red penmanship of teddie allen from new mexico state. That is 195 of 199 teddie allen Wichita sky kings of the Wichita sky All right, so this is a professional basketball team, but it's not a g-league team Please an essential confidence of it's a tbl league. So this will be a random to all as well Jordan pool hyper we've got purple walker kessler to 75 kd widescreen keegan murray Paul pierce and alonis williams See a manga Williams graph and silver drama rent. We've got red auto sensational signatures of kiwi aluma from virginia tech 197 of 199 Currently plays Looks like overseas Yeah, it's overseas So that'll be a random as well. Trevor keels on the hyper rookie. We've got blue Um, ej ladelle rookie He's in silver christian brawn widescreen murray and delin booker Last pack of box one Wilkins jammer silver scotty barns. We've got purple ice auto Of kiante george from bailar kiante george Yeah, that's why I was I was looking. I don't see too much. So he's a freshman and he's in this product. Wow So this will be a uh a random as well We've got sga on the hyper red Um dyson daniels rookie walker kesler on the blue rookie Watson box two Scott barns pippin nice. Hello bank carol on the silver rookie for the magic We have a penmanship of uh, quentin jackson wizards wizards We have johovic on the hyper Purple keel of houston practice Go champ jello and bead Justin lewis and jimmy bellard and mitchell wendell more jr. Silver We have sensational signatures of tyrese martin from ucon Tyrese martin is a hawk hawks on that one Hyper kd got blue a nice color match here of jaylon doran Memphis triyang victor alladipo hearty and paul george Ocean at randall silver clay thompson We have red penmanship of germane samuels from Villanova samuels The mad ants where did we say that was related? Pacers pacers on this one Uh montero on the rookie hyper blue wave of kairi arvin cool color match there duke Got silver a brent brentham rookie shabari smith jr. On the silver flashback Shabari walker rookie and shelled and sharp rookie last pack box two Neil silver rookie of max christie of base auto of doric whitehead Doric whitehead. Yeah, I'm seeing there's not much stuff on him either So this will be a random to all as well. I'm just fractured his foot. So I thought that was august of last year Tyler hero hyper we've got red kareem Abdul jabbar. We've got another gold here and it's a rookie of kennedy chandler out of university of tennessee go holes kennedy chandler Grizzlies hit there Nice nice one there That one is 10 of 10 on the bookend G montero Just like a base Jason tatum and the marge rosanna will go to the current team that he's affiliated with right now And if he's like overseas currently playing that'll be a random pool keel silver scottie pippin jr We've got red penmanship auto of nate Let um lazuski Nate lazuski Looks like he's still at notar dame He's eligible for the drop in 2023 Still at notar dame.  That'll be random to all Peyton Watson on the hyper rookie blue. Uh jabari walker rookie mark williams ran jimmy buller A lot of a lot of guys in this box We made thomas jovich donovan mitchell.  Instant impact johnny davis jabari walker and sharp. All right, let's see Let's see. Let's see I'm a san diego state university Snake skin of kawaii Leonard. Wow That is sick That is so cool. That's like a perfect color match there for san diego state too Nice kawaii going to the clips That's sick. Who's got the clippers? On the combo spot justin p Sick kawaii We've got blue cake Is garret c 21 of 85 Nasty We'll mag this one for you Beautiful color match too Very nice Levine brandon boston jr. And isiah jackson Beautiful color match got a moses moody on the disco rookie non-variation harden scotty barns mitchell and ontocouple Got jordan clarkson disco blue precious achua for the raptors nine out of 85 You'll get a franz Wagner rookie base and cam thomas rookie base introductions duarte scotty barns debut chris paul and josh gitty rickie base Got a jealan green on the national pride mosaic disco john wall kominga curry entry murphy the third Got rookie disco debut chris duarte a jealan green rockets variation. Wow. So you had the mobily We've had scotty barns and now a jealan green all variations Nice one there rockets christopher george j.t. Thor One some time carmelo butler williams and lamella ball first jr. Got blue collin sexton for the calves the 85 Benton aldama and sugs national pride Got jamal murray disco rookie fast break auto scotty barns Raptor samuel s This fast break today has been bananas Very nice congrats on that one to rano samuel s magna kominga Leonard and donchich steve curry disco all nba And train murphy hyland and mobily debut Got boba on disco Lillard sugs and primo last pack of boxer rising stars haliburn lebron moody and quentin grimes rookie base all right Last box so we've got some randoms to do We've got a loot dork on the blue for the thunder 10 of 85 book night michel and primo iodo sumo on the debut disco My jones veal and reeves rift Got uh watanabe blue fred van bleep for the raptors to 85 mommy college villi rookie herra jones and katie bronze stair masters jones springer and mobily national pride thing Got a watanabe on the mosaic kevin love disco cats josh gitty on the debut o'neill and randall Got keon johnson rookie for the blazers kade cunningham pistons variation Literally got in the top four rookie variations today out of this love to see it. There you go detroit having a break Well as that blue The um blue there you go gary zara williams moody and duarte introduction vagner curry jayland green and evan mobily rookie base We have purple jeremiah rominson earl. There you go thunder 48 out of 50 nice one there michael io and keon johnson Make sure of the next pack Do what? We've got jimmy butler on the disco and our wow our auto. How about a kevin garnet? Little k g there for the t wolves. That's sick ryan r nice hit there k g Go bear brown the third and isaia tawd What's up jb doing good man doing good Starting to get a little bit more sleep just a tad All righty go bear disco moments lebron book night la veen and boston jr A couple packs here Reggie jackson clippers Isiah jackson scotty barns and michael last pack here Montage julius randall ontocompo yokic any franz a vagner rookie base All right, let me take a look so we didn't have any of the um prospects this time around no read of prospects We have the random so just the autos and then the um Base let's see one two three four any different there was two white heads i'm gonna Put the white heads together So we'll do the two white heads here first And silver so we've got one two three four five six seven top eight one second here 30 30 so we've got autos to all and then Base All right, so again, we've got top eight here are gonna take home an auto the first Team after the random is going to take home the pair of white head autos He had a red and a base. That's out of 199 Second will take the key on the george purple eyes third peter kiss purple fourth the which you wuchiku wuku blue Fifth will take the red penmanship lasowski Six will take the red titty allen penmanship seven will take the kivio luma and then seventh will take the silver Trent frasier all right Dang, that's crazy earth. All right. So here we go autos again top eight two four six eight Six times on the random here we go one two three four five six Top eight so the spurs are going to take home the pair of white heads Um bowls going to take home the chiante george purple ice bowls Pacers taken home the purple ice peter kiss Pacers Pistons taken home the blue vincent e wuchiku wu Nets taken home the red penmanship of nate, uh, lazowski lazowski Lakers taken home the red pen penman, um, teddy allen Cavs taken home the kiwi aluma Cavs on that one and last one is going to be wizards on the silver Trent frasier Spurs have the two white heads Yep, spurs and then bowls, pacers, pistons, nets, lakers, calves, wizards So top eight All right, they're gonna do one more random here all teams in this will take home any color and base of the players Who are not affiliated with the nba team or happen to still be in college? They will get all of the seven on this one. Good luck everyone one two three four five six and seven warriors Warriors Let's do a recap here All right, our variations. We had a kade cutting ham pistons and a jalen green rockets Fred van bleet raptors that will go to the random spot Lou dort thunder collin sexton calves a robinson url purple for the thunder a snakeskin kawaii liner It's sick one there for the clippers Walker kessler a gold kennedy chandler that went grizzlies Our autos a quintin jackson wizards Tyrese martin hawks a germane samuels for the pacers fast break auto of kg And then our mags cards. We had the kade cutting ham blue to 85 21 of 85 on that one and then a scotty barns on the fast break rickie auto that will do it for the basketball Thanks again, everyone


Happy fourth. It's a bit of a sad fourth though.  You know, we had a tea party once. Boston had a tea party once. It should have been the last time this country had a scene of tea party. Because as a consequence of that tea party, this country, the greatest country in the history of man, was created. That should have been it. We should need this. This is tragic. This is sad. And we should be angry about the fact that we need a tea party today. And you should be angry.  You should be angry at the largest tax increase in American history that cap and trade is going to entail.   You should be angry. That there is no alternative to Obama. Because you know what, if McCain had got elected country first, that's an American slogan, give me a break.  There's nothing. There's nobody. If you want healthcare reform, I'm all for healthcare reform, let's privatize healthcare. You know that 50% of all dollars spent on healthcare today are spent by government? Well, there's the reform. Get rid of those 50%. Get, phase out Medicare. Phase out Medicare. You know, bring about real private medicine. That's reform. You should be upset because Obama doesn't represent change. What change? Right? Bush started by privatizing, by nationalizing the auto industry and Obama completed the task. Bush bailed out the banks and Obama just continued that trend. Bush did a little bit of stimulus packages and Obama did big stimulus packages. But there's no change. This is just one continuous movement towards more and more statism. Less and less of what we just heard America represents. Less and less of your rights, fewer and fewer individual rights. So the question, the question that's really important for us to ask and to try to understand is how did we get to this point? How did we get from that original tea party that resulted in the creation of the greatest country in history, the only mall country in history, to the point today where, you know, we're going to look like Europe really soon, where our rights are being violated far more today than they were by the King of England back then. After all, they were rebelling against a tea tax. Think of all the tea taxes you paid today. How did we get from the founding of this country, from an understanding of what individual rights really meant, to the kind of nonsense that Dr. Lewis was talking about in terms of individual rights as whims as whatever I feel like? How did this country get to be such a mess that it is today? And I would argue that the answer to that is in Alashrug. You see a lot of signs out here for Alashrug. Go read it. The answer to that is not in politics. The answer to that is not a question of Republicans or Democrats. The answer to that is that this country has moved a long way in the kind of ethics and the kind of morality that we accept. We today accept as a culture, as a country, Democrats, Republicans, all that we are our neighbors' keepers. That if our neighbor doesn't have health care, well, we need to solve that problem. Why? That if our neighbors aren't responsible enough to say for his assignment, you're morally obligated to solve his problem. It's called Social Security. If our neighbor is unemployed, you're morally responsible to pay him something called unemployment insurance or to find him a job. It's called the stimulus package. If your neighbor can't pay for his mortgage, you're morally responsible to pay it for him.  Your primary moral purpose is to serve others. That slavery, that servitude, that is what this country will build, that notion is what this country will build against. You have an inalienable right to what? To pursue your happiness. Not your neighbor's happiness, not the state's happiness, not the community's happiness, whatever the hell that means. Your happiness. This country implicitly was founded on a principle, a moral principle.  That you should be making the most out of your life, make your life the best that it can be. And let your neighbor worry about his life, because if we place them around you of other people above our own, if the public interest is the primary, if selfishness and self-interest are perceived as vices and negative attributes, then hey, socialism is ideal, right? It's geared towards helping everybody out, taking care of your neighbor, taking care of strangers, taking care of irresponsible people. You know, why not? You've got them all obligations to do it. The government's just helping you along. You know, one of the guys working in an Obama campaign wrote a book called Nudge. All the government's doing is nudging you to do the right thing. This Tea Party and the Tea Party movement or the Tea Parties that are happening all over the country are going to mean something. We need these Tea Parties to represent something different than the status quo. It's not about complaining about Obama or complaining about Bush. What we need is a new revolution, a Mao Revolution. What we need is a revolution that replaces this otherism, that replaces this idea that you have a Mao obligation to your neighbor, that you are your neighbor's keeper somehow. We need to dump that in the river with the tea. But we need to replace it with something positive. We need to replace it with the notion that your Mao responsibility is for yourself. To rationally pursue your life to the best of your ability. To make the most out of the life that you have on this earth. To be, to use a cliche, the best that you can be. Now, that's America. That's what America's about. That shouldn't be that hard. But that's going to require, even in America, a real revolution. We need an intellectual revolution for self-interest. We need an intellectual revolution to defend self-interest. Because once you're self-interested, if each one of you believes that you have a Mao obligation to yourself to pursue your own life, then individual rights is just a political manifestation of that. All that means is the government should back away and leave you alone to do what is Mao, what is right. So if you want the government out of your bag, if you want to fight for individual rights, and we all need to fight for individual rights as our primate political principle, then you need to fight for self-interest. You need to fight for a new morality. The Boston Tea Party 233, or actually more, 235 years ago, was the beginning of an intellectual revolution. A revolution that brought to the forefront the concept of individual rights and allowed for the creation of the first country in the history of man that defended, that was based on the principle of individual rights. Let's make these tea parties the beginning of the next American revolution. The American revolution that plays the foundation, the Mao foundation, for the kind of revolution the founding fathers had and that we all still benefit from by living in this country. Let's make this revolution meaningful by making it an intellectual revolution. Let's have a positive message coming out of these tea parties. A message on principle, that on principle stands for individual rights, that doesn't compromise on individual rights, that doesn't compromise on the Mao point, on self-interest, that doesn't whitewash it, that doesn't accept any kind of partial solutions, that wants it all, that stays consistent, that is on principle. You know, when Patrick Henry said give me liberty or give me death, he didn't mean a little bit of liberty. He didn't mean a compromise with the king just on some issues, health care maybe, right? I'll do cap and trade, you give me health care or an aquarium or whatever it was. He meant give me liberty or give me death. Where are those principled advocates for liberty today?  The idea of rational self-interest, the idea that you own your life and you are no slave to anybody, not your neighbors, not your community, not the state and not country either. With that kind of commitment, we all agree to commit to that. We have a chance of changing this country. The ideas that are articulated in the last two talks, ideas that I articulated today are American ideas written by a Russian author, but in American, these are American ideas. This philosophy is an American philosophy. Let's take it to the American people, let's take these ideas to the American people and let's reclaim this country for what it really stands for in the name of the founding fathers who gave us this enormous gift. Happy Independence Day.