“What else? She’s more than a Watson, she’s a real helpmate. Her insight and intuition are marvellous, and she sees through a bit of evidence and gets the very gist of it quicker than I can.” “Then you surely got the right one.” “I certainly did. But I hope to Heaven there’ll be no cases this summer. I want a real vacation, that’s why I came ’way off here, to get away from all crime calls.” “Don’t crow before you’re out of the woods. Crimes can happen even in Wisconsin. And to me, this whole country round looks like a perfect setting for a first-class criminal to work in.” “Hush! I’m not superstitious, but your suggestion of such a thing might bring it about. And I don’t want it!” “You think you don’t,” I smiled a little, “but deep in your heart you do. You can’t fish all the time, and you’re even now restively hankering to be back in harness.” “Shut up!” he growled. “Talk of something pleasanter. How do you like the Dallas queen?” “Stunning, seductive, and serpentine,” I summed up the lady in question. Moore laughed outright. “I must tell Lora that,” he said. “You see, she agrees with you. Now, I think the right words are stately, gracious, and charming.” “All right,” I said, “you know her better than I do, She is very beautiful, I concede.” “What do you mean, concede? Are you against her?” “How you do snap a fellow up! No, not exactly. But I wouldn’t trust her as far as I could see her,—and I’m near-sighted.” “Sometimes I think I’m no detective after all,” Moore said, slowly. “Now she gives me no effect of hypocrisy or insincerity.” “But she does hint those things to Lora?” “Y—yes, in a way.” “Then Lora’s more of a detective than you are. But after I see more of the siren, I may change my mind. I didn’t talk with her alone at all. What about the grumpy Mr. Ames? Is he in love with the Dallas?” “Not at all. In the first place, he wouldn’t dare be, for she is engaged to Sampson Tracy, and Tracy is not one to take kindly to any poaching on his domain. Besides that, Ames is a woman hater, also a man hater, and I think, an animal hater.” “Pleasant man!” “Yes. He’s always in a fierce mood. I don’t know, but I imagine he had an affair once....” “Oh, crossed in love and it made him queer.” “Rather say, queered in love and it made him cross.” “Yes, he looks cross. Does he always?” “Always. He and Samp Tracy are old friends, and Samp can manage him, but nobody else can.” “Pleasant guest for Mr. Tracy to have about.” “He doesn’t mind. Pleasure Dome is usually full of guests and if any want to sulk they are at liberty to do so.” “Pleasure Dome?” “Yes, that’s the Tracy place. It’s next to this, but it’s some distance off. You see, Deep Lake has a most irregular boundary line. It has all sorts of coves and inlets, and there’s one that juts in behind the Tracy house. It’s so deep and black and so surrounded by trees that it’s called the Sunless Sea.” “Why, that’s from Coleridge’s ‘Kubla Khan,’ too.” “Yes, these are the lines: