“Oh, Granny, please tell me all about it right away.”
“Well, according to the Evening Star— What is it, Hurley?” as that solemn individual entered the room.
“Mr. Tillinghast, to see you and Miss Margaret, ma’am.”
“Show him in. Now, Peggy, we will probably get the news at first hand. Good evening, Dick.”
The young fellow bowed with old-fashioned courtesy over her beautifully shaped, blue-veined hand. Clean living and plenty of outdoor sports could be read in his clear skin and splendid physique. He was a particular favorite of Mrs. Macallister’s.
“I suppose you are discussing the all-absorbing topic,” he said after greeting Peggy.
“I have been reading this.” Mrs. Macallister held up the paper with its flaring headlines:
MURDER MOST FOUL
MRS. TREVOR KILLED
BY BURGLAR
CRIMINAL IN THE TOILS
“The police acted very promptly, and deserve a lot of praise,” said Dick.
“Well,” remarked Mrs. Macallister, slowly, “they have caught the burglar, but whether he is also the murderer is yet to be proved.”