"I do know it," returned the doctor; "I have often heard her say so. Ah," as he stepped carefully about, "she was adorning herself; see, here is powder scattered on the floor. She used this powder-puff, shaking it over the rug and floor."

"I saw that the first thing!" cried Pauline, excitedly; "and there was a----" she stopped, looking in amazement at the white dust on the floor. For where she had seen a distinct footprint, as of a stockinged foot, there was now merely a blurred whirl! Some one had obliterated that footprint!

"A what?" asked the doctor, sharply.

"Nothing. A--a lot of powder spilled,--I was going to say."

Gray Haviland looked at her. "Tell the truth, Pauline," he said.

"I have," she replied, with a calm quite equaling his own. "Must we have the Coroner, Dr. Stanton?"

"Yes, yes, of course; I will telephone at once. There will be police and detectives,--oh, it is a terrible case! Nothing must be touched, nothing! If there is any clue to this mystery, do not let it be disturbed."

"But you say it was without doubt a burglar who did it," said Anita, her wide eyes gleaming blue.

"It must have been."

"Then why were none of her jewels stolen?"

"Bless my soul!" and Dr. Stanton looked as if a bomb had exploded at his feet. "Sure enough! It cannot have been a burglar! Who, then? What other motive than robbery----"

"It was a burglar," declared Pauline, "and he was--he was frightened away by--by a noise--or something----"

"Not likely!" said Anita, "with all those gems in easy reach!"

"The Coroner and the police must get here at once!" and the doctor wiped his perspiring brow. "Never have I seen such an inexplicable state of affairs! Was--was Miss Carrington indisposed at all last evening? Did she say or do anything unusual?""Not at all," began Pauline, but Anita interrupted; "Yes, she did! She said, 'You little know what's going to happen to me! To-morrow you may sing another tune!'"

"What did she mean by that?"

"I've no idea. Could it mean suicide?"

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