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Problem 5. The Dreaming Lady
"And this is all you mean to tell me?"
"I think you will find it quite enough, Miss Strange."
"Just the address--"
"And this advice: that your call be speedy. Distracted nerves cannot wait."
Violet, across whose wonted piquancy there lay an indefinable shadow, eyed her
employer with a doubtful air before turning away toward the door. She had asked him for
a case to investigate (something she had never done before), and she had even gone so far
as to particularize the sort of case she desired: "It must be an interesting one," she had
stipulated, "but different, quite different from the last one. It must not involve death or
any kind of horror. If you have a case of subtlety without crime, one to engage my
powers without depressing my spirits, I beg you to let me have it. I--I have not felt quite
like myself since I came from Massachusetts." Whereupon, without further comment, but
with a smile she did not understand, he had handed her a small slip of paper on which he
had scribbled an address. She should have felt satisfied, but for some reason she did not.
She regarded him as capable of plunging her into an affair quite the reverse of what she
felt herself in a condition to undertake.
"I should like to know a little more," she pursued, making a move to unfold the slip he
had given her.
But he stopped her with a gesture.
"Read it in your limousine," said he. "If you are disappointed then, let me know. But I
think you will find yourself quite ready for your task."
"And my father?"
"Would approve if he could be got to approve the business at all. You do not even need to
take your brother with you."
"Oh, then, it's with women only I have to deal?"
"Read the address after you are headed up Fifth Avenue."
But when, with her doubts not yet entirely removed, she opened the small slip he had
given her, the number inside suggested nothing but the fact that her destination lay
somewhere near Eightieth Street. It was therefore with the keenest surprise she beheld her
motor stop before the conspicuous house of the great financier whose late death had so
affected the money-market. She had not had any acquaintance with this man herself, but