THE GOLDEN SLIPPER
AND OTHER PROBLEMS FOR VIOLET STRANGE
PROBLEM I THE GOLDEN SLIPPER
“She’s here! I thought she would be. She’s one of the three young ladies you see in the right-hand box near the proscenium.”
The gentleman thus addressed—a man of middle age and a member of the most exclusive clubs—turned his opera glass toward the spot designated, and in some astonishment retorted:
“She? Why those are the Misses Pratt and—”
“Miss Violet Strange; no other.”
“And do you mean to say—”