The Golden Slipper, and Other Problems for Violet StrangeGreen, Anna Katharine
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The Golden Slipper, and Other Problems for Violet Strange
Green, Anna Katharine
Detective and mystery stories, American
“If Miss Strange had any such experiences--if she has anything to tell
worthy of so marked a curiosity, she will tell it now,” came from the
gentleman just alluded to, in tones so stern and strange that all show
of frivolity ceased on the instant. “Have you anything to tell, Miss
Strange?”
Greatly startled, she regarded him with widening eyes for a moment, then
with a move towards the door, remarked, with a general look about her:
“Mr. Van Broecklyn knows his own house, and doubtless can relate its
histories if he will. I am a busy little body who having finished my
work am now ready to return home, there to wait for the next problem
which an indulgent fate may offer me.”
She was near the threshold--she was about to take her leave, when
suddenly she felt two hands fall on her shoulder, and turning, met the
eyes of Mr. Van Broecklyn burning into her own.
“You saw!” dropped in an almost inaudible whisper from his lips.
The shiver which shook her answered him better than any word.
With an exclamation of despair, he withdrew his hands, and facing the
others now standing together in a startled group, he said, as soon as he
could recover some of his self-possession:
“I must ask for another hour of your company. I can no longer keep my
sorrow to myself. A dividing line has just been drawn across my life,
and I must have the sympathy of someone who knows my past, or I shall
go mad in my self-imposed solitude. Come back, Miss Strange. You of all
others have the prior right to hear.”
VII
“I shall have to begin,” said he, when they were all seated and ready to
listen, “by giving you some idea, not so much of the family tradition,
as of the effect of this tradition upon all who bore the name of Van
Broecklyn. This is not the only house, even in America, which contains
a room shut away from intrusion. In England there are many. But there is
this difference between most of them and ours. No bars or locks forcibly
held shut the door we were forbidden to open. The command was enough;
that and the superstitious fear which such a command, attended by a long
and unquestioning obedience, was likely to engender.
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