That Affair Next Door

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That Affair Next Door

By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN

Author of "The House Of The Whispering Pines," "Initials Only," "Dark Hollow," Etc.

A. L. BURT COMPANY, PUBLISHERS

114-120 East Twenty-third Street New York

PUBLISHED BY ARRANGEMENT WITH G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS

COPYRIGHT, 1897

ANNA KATHARINE ROHLFS

Entered at Stationers' Hall, London

The Knickerbocker Press, New York

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Transcriber's note: Minor typos have been corrected and footnotes moved to end of chapter.

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CONTENTS.

BOOK I.

MISS BUTTERWORTH'S WINDOW.

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I.--A DISCOVERY 1

II.--QUESTIONS 14

III.--AMELIA DISCOVERS HERSELF 23

IV.--SILAS VAN BURNAM 36

V.--THIS IS NO ONE I KNOW 41

VI.--NEW FACTS 51

VII.--MR. GRYCE DISCOVERS MISS AMELIA 55

VIII.--THE MISSES VAN BURNAM 68

IX.--DEVELOPMENTS 77

X.--IMPORTANT EVIDENCE 88

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XI.--THE ORDER CLERK 98

XII.--THE KEYS 114

XIII.--HOWARD VAN BURNAM 126

XIV.--A SERIOUS ADMISSION 141

XV.--A RELUCTANT WITNESS 155

BOOK II.

THE WINDINGS OF A LABYRINTH.

XVI.--COGITATIONS 163

XVII.--BUTTERWORTH VERSUS GRYCE 170

XVIII.--THE LITTLE PINCUSHION 176

XIX.--A DECIDED STEP FORWARD 187

XX.--MISS BUTTERWORTH'S THEORY 201

XXI.--A SHREWD CONJECTURE 208

XXII.--A BLANK CARD 217

XXIII.--RUTH OLIVER 229

XXIV.--A HOUSE OF CARDS 244

XXV.--"THE RINGS! WHERE ARE THE RINGS?" 255

XXVI.--A TILT WITH MR. GRYCE 260

XXVII.--FOUND 266

XXVIII.--TAKEN ABACK 272

BOOK III.

THE GIRL IN GRAY.

XXIX.--AMELIA BECOMES PEREMPTORY 274

XXX.--THE MATTER AS STATED BY MR. GRYCE 283

XXXI.--SOME FINE WORK 296

XXXII.--ICONOCLASM 311

XXXIII.--"KNOWN, KNOWN, ALL KNOWN" 321

XXXIV.--EXACTLY HALF-PAST THREE 329

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XXXV.--A RUSE 335

BOOK IV.

THE END OF A GREAT MYSTERY.

XXXVI.--THE RESULT 341

XXXVII.--"TWO WEEKS!" 345

XXXVIII.--A WHITE SATIN GOWN 350

XXXIX.--THE WATCHFUL EYE 357

XL.--AS THE CLOCK STRUCK 364

XLI.--SECRET HISTORY 368

XLII.--WITH MISS BUTTERWORTH'S COMPLIMENTS 395

THAT AFFAIR NEXT DOOR.

BOOK I.

MISS BUTTERWORTH'S WINDOW.

A DISCOVERY.

I am not an inquisitive woman, but when, in the middle of a certain warm night in September, I heard a carriage draw up at the adjoining house and stop, I could not resist the temptation of leaving my bed and taking a peep through the curtains of my window.

First: because the house was empty, or supposed to be so, the family still being, as I had every reason to believe, in Europe; and secondly: because, not being inquisitive, I often miss in my lonely and single life much that it would be both interesting and profitable for me to know.

Luckily I made no such mistake this evening. I rose and looked out, and though I was far from realizing it at the time, took, by so doing, my first step in a course of inquiry which has ended----

But it is too soon to speak of the end. Rather let me tell you what I saw when I parted the curtains of my window in Gramercy Park, on the night of September 17, 1895.

Not much at first glance, only a common hack drawn up at the neighboring curb-stone. The lamp which is supposed to light our part of the block is some rods away on the opposite side of the street, so that I obtained but a shadowy glimpse of a young man and woman standing below me on the pavement. I could see, however, that the woman--and not the man--was putting money into the driver's hand. The next moment they were on the stoop of this long-closed house, and the coach rolled off.

It was dark, as I have said, and I did not recognize the young people,--at least their figures were not familiar to me; but when, in another instant, I heard the click of a night-key, and saw them, after a rather tedious fumbling at the lock, disappear from the stoop, I took it for granted that the gentleman was Mr. Van Burnam's eldest son Franklin, and the lady some relative of the family; though why this, its most punctilious member, should bring a guest at so late an hour into a house devoid of everything necessary to make the least exacting visitor comfortable, was a mystery that I retired to bed to meditate upon.

I did not succeed in solving it, however, and after some ten minutes had elapsed, I was settling myself again to sleep when I was re-aroused by a fresh sound from the quarter mentioned. The door I had so lately heard shut, opened again, and though I had to rush for it, I succeeded in getting to my window in time to catch a glimpse of the departing figure of the young man hurrying away towards Broadway. The young woman was not with him, and as I realized that he had left her behind him in the great, empty house, without apparent light and certainly without any companion, I began to question if this was like Franklin Van Burnam. Was it not more in keeping with the recklessness of his more easy-natured and less reliable brother, Howard, who, some two or three years back, had married a young wife of no very satisfactory antecedents, and who, as I had heard, had been ostracized by the family in consequence?

Whichever of the two it was, he had certainly shown but little consideration for his companion, and thus thinking, I fell off to sleep just as the clock struck the half hour after midnight.

Next morning as soon as modesty would permit me to approach the window, I surveyed the neighboring house minutely. Not a blind was open, nor a shutter displaced. As I am an early riser, this did not disturb me at the time, but when after breakfast I looked again and still failed to detect any evidences of life in the great barren front beside me, I began to feel uneasy. But I did nothing till noon, when going into my rear garden and observing that the back windows of the Van Burnam house were as closely shuttered as the front, I became so anxious that I stopped the next policeman I saw going by, and telling him my suspicions, urged him to ring the bell.

No answer followed the summons.

"There is no one here," said he.

"Ring again!" I begged.

And he rang again but with no better result.

"Don't you see that the house is shut up?" he grumbled. "We have had orders to watch the place, but none to take the watch off."

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"There is a young woman inside," I insisted. "The more I think over last night's occurrence, the more I am convinced that the matter should be looked into."

He shrugged his shoulders and was moving away when we both observed a common-looking woman standing in front looking at us. She had a bundle in her hand, and her face, unnaturally ruddy though it was, had a scared look which was all the more remarkable from the fact that it was one of those wooden-like countenances which under ordinary circumstances are capable of but little expression. She was not a stranger to me; that is, I had seen her before in or about the house in which we were at that moment so interested; and not stopping to put any curb on my excitement, I rushed down to the pavement and accosted her.

"Who are you?" I asked. "Do you work for the Van Burnams, and do you know who the lady was who came here last night?"

The poor woman, either startled by my sudden address or by my manner which may have been a little sharp, gave a quick bound backward, and was only deterred by the near presence of the policeman from attempting flight. As it was, she stood her ground, though the fiery flush, which made her face so noticeable, deepened till her cheeks and brow were scarlet.

"I am the scrub-woman," she protested. "I have come to open the windows and air the house,"--ignoring my last question.

"Is the family coming home?" the policeman asked.

"I don't know; I think so," was her weak reply.

"Have you the keys?" I now demanded, seeing her fumbling in her pocket.

She did not answer; a sly look displaced the anxious one she had hitherto displayed, and she turned away.

"I don't see what business it is of the neighbors," she muttered, throwing me a dissatisfied scowl over her shoulder.

"If you've got the keys, we will go in and see that things are all right," said the policeman, stopping her with a light touch.

She trembled; I saw that she trembled, and naturally became excited. Something was wrong in the Van Burnam mansion, and I was going to be present at its discovery. But her next words cut my hopes short.

"I have no objection to your going in," she said to the policeman, "but I will not give up my keys to her. What right has she in our house any way." And I thought I heard her murmur something about a meddlesome old maid.

The look which I received from the policeman convinced me that my ears had not played me false.

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