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
And so it proved. In less than a year the young husband had lost all his
ambitions and many of his best impulses. No longer inclined to study,
he spent his days in satisfying his wife’s whims and his evenings in
carousing with the friends with which she had provided him. This in
Boston whither they had fled from the old gentleman’s displeasure; but
after their little son came the father insisted upon their returning
home, which led to great deceptions, and precipitated a tragedy no one
ever understood. They were natural gamblers--this couple--as all Boston
society knew; and as Homer Upjohn loathed cards, they found life slow
in the great house and grew correspondingly restless till they made
a discovery--or shall I say a rediscovery--of the once famous grotto
hidden in the rocks lining their portion of the coast. Here they found
a retreat where they could hide themselves (often when they were thought
to be abed and asleep) and play together for money or for a supper in
the city or for anything else that foolish fancy suggested. This was
while their little son remained an infant; later, they were less easily
satisfied. Both craved company, excitement, and gambling on a large
scale; so they took to inviting friends to meet them in this grotto
which, through the agency of one old servant devoted to Roger to the
point of folly, had been fitted up and lighted in a manner not only
comfortable but luxurious. A small but sheltered haven hidden in the
curve of the rocks made an approach by boat feasible at high tide;
and at low the connection could be made by means of a path over the
promontory in which this grotto lay concealed. The fortune which Roger
had inherited from his mother made these excesses possible, but many
thousands, let alone the few he could call his, soon disappeared under
the witchery of an irresponsible woman, and the half-dozen friends who
knew his secret had to stand by and see his ruin, without daring to
utter a word to the one who alone could stay it. For Homer Upjohn was
not a man to be approached lightly, nor was he one to listen to charges
without ocular proof to support them; and this called for courage, more
courage than was possessed by any one who knew them both.
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