IN THE ONYX LOBBY BY CAROLYN WELLS _Author of “The Man Who Fell Through the Earth,” “The Room With the Tassels,” “Faulkner’s Folly,” etc._ NEW YORK GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY COPYRIGHT, 1920, BY GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA CONTENTS I SUCH A FEUD! II A TRICKY GAME III THE SCRAWLED MESSAGE IV THE BUSY POLICE V WHO WERE THE WOMEN? VI THE LITTLE DINNER VII ENLIGHTENING INTERVIEWS VIII JULIA BAXTER IX THE LIBRARY SET X SEEK THE WOMEN XI THE OLD FEUD XII ONE WOMAN AND ANOTHER XIII MOTIVES XIV PENNY WISE XV AND ZIZI XVI TESTIMONY XVII A WOMAN SCORNED XVIII FITTED TO A T IN THE ONYX LOBBY CHAPTER I Such a Feud! “Well, by the Great Catamaran! I think it’s the most footle business I ever heard of! A regulation, clinker-built, angle-iron, sunk-hinge family feud, carried on by two women! Women! conducting a feud! They might as well conduct a bakery!” “I daresay they could do even that! Women have been known to bake—with a fair degree of success!” “Of course, of course,—but baking and conducting a bakery are not identical propositions. Women are all right, in their place,—which, by the way, is not necessarily in the home,—but a family feud, of all things, calls for masculine management and skill.” Sir Herbert Binney stood by the massive mantelpiece in the ornate living-room of the Prall apartment. The Campanile Apartment House came into being with the century, and though its type was now superseded by the plain, flat stucco of the newer buildings, yet it haughtily flaunted its elaborate façade and its deeply embrasured windows with the pride of an elder day. Its onyx lobby, lined with massive pillars, had once been the talk of the neighborhood, and the black and white tessellated floor of the wide entrance hall was as black and as white as ever. The location, between the Circle and the Square,—which is to say, between Columbus Circle and Times Square, in the City of New York,—had ceased to be regarded as the pick of the householders, though still called the heart of the city. People who lived there were continually explaining the reason for their stay, or moving across town. But lots of worthwhile people yet tarried, and among them were none more so than certain dwellers in The Campanile. Miss Letitia Prall, lessee of the mantelpiece already referred to, was a spinster, who, on dress parade, possessed dignity and poise quite commensurate with the quality of her home. But in the shelter of her own fireside, she allowed herself latitude of speech and even loss of temper when she felt the occasion justified it. And any reference to or participation in the famous feud was such justification. Her opponent in the deadly strife was one Mrs Everett, also an occupant of The Campanile, and equally earnest in prolonging the life and energy of the quarrel.