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Miss Madelyn Mack, Detective

sparks went dancing up the chimney. "I could show him his mistake in three sentences."

For a moment she sat staring at me, with her long lashes veiling a slow smile.

"Do they use gas or electricity at 'The Maples'?" she asked, abruptly.

I thought for a moment. "Both," I answered. "Why?"

"Was either burning in Endicott's room at the time of his disappearance?"

I shook my head with a helpless smile.

Madelyn rubbed her hands gently through the long, shaggy hair of Peter the Great. We both sat staring into the fire for quite five minutes. "Did Endicott dress at 'The Maples' for the ceremony?" she demanded suddenly. "Or did he dress before he appeared at the house?" I could feel her eyes studying me as I pondered the question.

I looked up finally with an expression of rueful bewilderment.

'Oh, Nora! Nora!" she cried, with a little stamp of her foot. "Where are your eyes and your ears? And you at the house all day!"

"I rather flattered myself that I had found out all there was to find," I answered somewhat petulantly.

Madelyn reached over to the divan by her elbow

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