THE DEEP-LAKE MYSTERY. Carolyn Wells

say, queered in love and it made him cross.”

      “Yes, he looks cross. Does he always?”

      “Always. He and Samp Tracy are old friends, and Samp can manage him, but nobody else can.”

      “Pleasant guest for Mr. Tracy to have about.”

      “He doesn’t mind. Pleasure Dome is usually full of guests and if any want to sulk they are at liberty to do so.”

      “Pleasure Dome?”

      “Yes, that’s the Tracy place. It’s next to this, but it’s some distance off. You see, Deep Lake has a most irregular boundary line. It has all sorts of coves and inlets, and there’s one that juts in behind the Tracy house. It’s so deep and black and so surrounded by trees that it’s called the Sunless Sea.”

      “Why, that’s from Coleridge’s ‘Kubla Khan,’ too.”

      “Yes, these are the lines:

      “In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

       A stately Pleasure Dome decree;

       Where Alph, the sacred river ran

       Through caverns measureless to man

       Down to a sunless sea.

      “You know it, of course, but that will refresh your memory. Well, old Tracy——”

      “Is he old?”

      “Oh, no, he’s forty-five, but he seems older, somehow. Well, anyway, he’s romantic and poetic and imaginative. And he has a fad for Coleridge. Collects editions of him and all that. So he built his enormous and gorgeous house and called it Pleasure Dome. And the deep arm of the lake, which is right beneath his own window, he calls the Sunless Sea. And it is. It’s on the north side of the house, and so hemmed in with great firs and cypresses that the sun never gets a look-in.”

      “Must make a delightful sleeping room!”

      “Oh, there’s plenty of sunlight from the east and west. His rooms are in a wing, a long L, and you bet they have sunlight and all other modern improvements. The house is a palace.”

      “That all sounds nice for Mrs. Dallas.”

      “It is. And Samp is so drivellingly, so besottedly in love with her, that she will have everything her own way when she takes up the sceptre.”

      “Nobody else in the family? The Tracy family, I mean.”

      “No. Not now. There was. You see, Tracy’s sister, Mrs. Remsen, and her daughter used to live with him. Then Mrs. Remsen died, about a year ago, or a little more, and then Mrs. Dallas came into the picture, and some think it was at her request Tracy put his niece out——”

      “The brute!”

      “Oh, come now, you don’t know anything about it. Alma is a lovely girl, but she’s a high-handed sort—all the Tracys are—and her uncle gave her a beautiful home on a near-by island——”

      “On an island? A girl, alone!”

      “She has with her an old family nurse, who took care of her as a baby, and old nurse’s husband is her gardener and houseman, and old nurse’s daughter is her waitress, and oh, Lord, Alma Remsen is fixed all right.”

      “But on an island!”

      “But she likes being on an island. It was her own choice. She didn’t want to stay with the new wife any more than the new wife wanted to have her. You always fly off half-cocked!”

      “All right, all right,” I soothed him. “Tell me more.”

      “Well, that’s all about Alma. She’s a general favourite, has lots of friends, and all that, but of course, when the new mistress of Pleasure Dome comes in at the door, Alma’s prospects will fly out of the window.”

      “Cut off entirely?”

      “I’m not sure, but I’ve heard so. I suppose her uncle will always take care of her, but she will no longer be the Tracy heiress.”

      “And how does Miss Alma take that?”

      “Not so good. She has had several talks with the family lawyer, and she has tried to wheedle her uncle, but he’s a queer dick, is Samp Tracy, and he obstinately refuses to make a new will or even consider its terms until after he’s married.”

      “And his present will?”

      “Leaves everything to Alma. She’s his only living relative. But his marriage will automatically cancel that will, and his wife will be sole inheritor unless he fixes the matter up.”

      “Which he will doubtless do.”

      “Oh, I hope so. I hope the new wife will see to it that he does. But there’s where Lora has her doubts. She doesn’t like Katherine Dallas, somehow.”

      “Lora is of great perspicacity,” I said. “Where does Ames come in?”

      “Regarding the fortune? Nowhere, that I know of. He is an old friend of Tracy’s, both socially and in a business way. They’re as different as day and night. Ames is surly, sulky, and blunt. Tracy is suave, gentle, and of the pleasantest manners.”

      “Miss Remsen’s parents both dead?”

      “Oh, yes. Her father died about fifteen years ago. Her mother recently. Had her mother lived, I suppose Tracy would have put them both out of the house, just the same. But Mrs. Remsen being gone, he sent Alma and the servants to the island house.”

      “Then the girl is utterly alone in the world except for the suave uncle and her faithful servants.”

      “Just that. There was a sister. Alma had a twin. But she died as a baby, or as a small child. Her little grave is in a small God’s Acre on the Pleasure Dome grounds. The mother and father are buried there too. And some other relatives.”

      “I didn’t know they had homestead cemeteries in Wisconsin. I thought they were confined to the New England states.”

      “It isn’t usual, I believe. But the Tracys are New England stock, and, anyway, the graves are there. And beautifully kept and tended, as everything about the place has to be.”

      “Sounds interesting. Shall I see the high-strung Alma?”

      “I didn’t say high-strung. She is a normal, lovely nature. But I did say high-handed, for she is a determined sort, and if she sets her mind to a thing it has to go through.”

      “She has admirers?”

      “Oh, of course. But she rather flouts them. One of Tracy’s secretaries is frightfully in love with her. But she scarcely notices him.”

      “Our friend has a multiplicity of secretaries, then?”

      “Two, that’s all. But Sampson Tracy is a man of large interests, and I fancy he keeps the two busy. Billy Dean is the one in love with Alma, but the other, Charles Everett, is his superior.”

      “He’s the chap who, they tell me, craves the Dallas lady.”

      “Yes, though of course Tracy doesn’t know it. Everett wouldn’t be there if he did.”

      “And Mrs. Dallas? What is her attitude toward the presumptuous secretary?”

      “Hard to say. I think she favours him, but she is too good a financier to throw over her millionaire for his underling.”

      “Well, I think I’ve had about all the local history I can stand for one night. Let’s go in the house.”

      To my surprise, Lora Moore and Mrs. Merrill were in the lounge, waiting for us.

      The house was admirably arranged. The great central room, with doors back and front, was called the lounge, and served as both hall and living room. Off this were