Now，whathavewetogoupon？“
“Youareright，butnotexpectingtohaveanydifficultyabouttheinsurancemoneyIthoughtitwouldbegenerousinmetokeepstill。Besides，thisisonlysurmiseonmypart。Ifeelcertainthatmyhusbandwasshotbyanotherhandthanhisown，butIknowofnowayofprovingit。Doyou？“
ThenViolettalkedseriouslywithher，explaininghowtheironlyhopelayinthediscoveryofasecondbulletintheroomwhichhadalreadybeenransackedforthisverypurposeandwithouttheshadowofaresult。
Atea，amusicale，andaneveningdancekeptVioletStrangeinawhirlfortheremainderoftheday。Nobrightereyenormorecontagiouswitlentbrilliancetotheseoccasions，butwiththepassingofthemidnighthournoonewhohadseenherintheblazeofelectriclightswouldhaverecognizedthisfavouredchildoffortuneintheearnestfiguresittingintheobscurityofanup-townapartment，studyingthewalls，theceilings，andthefloorsbythedimlightofaloweredgas-jet。VioletStrangeinsocietywasaverydifferentpersonfromVioletStrangeunderthetensionofhersecretandpeculiarwork。
Shehadtoldthemathomethatshewasgoingtospendthenightwithafriend；butonlyheroldcoachmanknewwhothatfriendwas。Thereforeaverynaturalsenseofguiltmingledwithheremotionsatfindingherselfaloneonascenewhosegruesomemysteryshecouldsolveonlybyidentifyingherselfwiththeplaceandthemanwhohadperishedthere。