The Woman in the Alcove By Anna Katharine Green CONTENTS I. THE WOMAN WITH THE DIAMOND II. THE GLOVES III. ANSON DURAND IV. EXPLANATIONS V. SUPERSTITION VI. SUSPENSE VII. NIGHT AND A VOICE VIII. ARREST IX. THE MOUSE NIBBLES AT THE NET X. I ASTONISH THE INSPECTOR XI. THE INSPECTOR ASTONISHES ME XII. ALMOST XIII. THE MISSING RECOMMENDATION XIV. TRAPPED XV. SEARS OR WELLGOOD XVI. DOUBT XVII. SWEETWATER IN A NEW ROLE XVIII. THE CLOSED DOOR XIX. THE FACE XX. MOONLIGHT—AND A CLUE XXI. GRIZEL! GRIZEL! XXII. GUILT XXIII. THE GREAT MOGUL I. THE WOMAN WITH THE DIAMOND I was, perhaps, the plainest girl in the room that night. I was also the happiest—up to one o’clock. Then my whole world crumbled, or, at least, suffered an eclipse. Why and how, I am about to relate. I was not made for love. This I had often said to myself; very often of late. In figure I am too diminutive, in face far too unbeautiful, for me to cherish expectations of this nature. Indeed, love had never entered into my plan of life, as was evinced by the nurse’s diploma I had just gained after three years of hard study and severe training. I was not made for love. But if I had been; had I been gifted with height, regularity of feature, or even with that eloquence of expression which redeems all defects save those which savor of deformity, I knew well whose eye I should have chosen to please, whose heart I should have felt proud to win. This knowledge came with a rush to my heart—(did I say heart? I should have said understanding, which is something very different)—when, at the end of the first dance, I looked up from the midst of the bevy of girls by whom I was surrounded and saw Anson Durand’s fine figure emerging from that quarter of the hall where our host and hostess stood to receive their guests. His eye was roaming hither and thither and his manner was both eager and expectant. Whom was he seeking? Some one of the many bright and vivacious girls about me, for he turned almost instantly our way. But which one? I thought I knew. I remembered at whose house I had met him first, at whose house I had seen him many times since. She was a lovely girl, witty and vivacious, and she stood at this very moment at my elbow. In her beauty lay the lure, the natural lure for a man of his gifts and striking personality. If I continued to watch, I should soon see his countenance light up under the recognition she could not fail to give him. And I was right; in another instant it did, and with a brightness there was no mistaking. But one feeling common to the human heart lends such warmth, such expressiveness to the features. How handsome it made him look, how distinguished, how everything I was not except—