CHAPTER I. Such a Feud!
CHAPTER II. A Tricky Game
CHAPTER III. The Scrawled Message
CHAPTER IV. The Busy Police
CHAPTER V. Who Were the Women?
CHAPTER VI. The Little Dinner
CHAPTER VII. Enlightening Interviews
CHAPTER VIII. Julia Baxter
CHAPTER IX. The Library Set
CHAPTER X. Seek the Women
CHAPTER XI. The Old Feud
CHAPTER XII. One Woman and Another
CHAPTER XIII. Motives
CHAPTER XIV. Penny Wise
CHAPTER XV. And Zizi
CHAPTER XVI. Testimony
CHAPTER XVII. A Woman Scorned
CHAPTER XVIII. Fitted to a T
By CAROLYN WELLS
"Well, by the Great Catamaran! I think it's the most footle business Iever heard of! A regulation, clinker-built, angle-iron, sunk-hingefamily feud, carried on by two women! Women! conducting a feud! Theymight as well conduct a bakery!"
"I daresay they could do even that! Women have been known to bake—witha fair degree of success!"
"Of course, of course,—but baking and conducting a bakery are notidentical propositions. Women are all right, in their place,—which, bythe way, is not necessarily in the home,—but a family feud, of allthings, calls for masculine management and skill."
Sir Herbert Binney stood by the massive mantelpiece in the ornateliving-room of the Prall apartment. The Campanile Apartment House cameinto being with the century, and though its type was now superseded bythe plain, flat stucco of the newer buildings, yet it haughtily flauntedits elaborate façade and its deeply embrasured windows with the pride ofan elder day. Its onyx lobby, lined with massive pillars, had once beenthe talk of the neighborhood, and the black and white tessellated floorof the wide entrance hall was as black and as white a