“You dear!  You darling!  Jim came home not an hour ago and told me everything.  I thought I should swoon.”

“Told you—­everything?” Lorelei flashed a glance at her brother, who made a quick sign of reassurance.

“Yes.  Peter is so happy—­he’s better already, and wants to meet Robert.  You know neither of us have seen our new son—­that’s what he’s going to be, too—­a real son, like Jim.  But I think you might have telephoned.”  She checked her exuberance to inquire, in a stage whisper that carried through the flat, “Is the dear boy here?”

“Sure!  Where’s brother Bob?” echoed Jim.

“He went home to change his clothes and to telegraph his people.”

“But how strange—­how terrible you look!”

Jim volunteered an explanation.  “Remember, ma, we were up all night, and it was some wedding party.  Pipe me.  I look like a wreck on the Erie.”

“And to think that while Lilas was out enjoying herself with you poor Mr. Hammon was lying with a bullet in him.  I never had such a shock as when I read the extras.  You’ve seen them?” Lorelei nodded—­indeed, the room was strewn with newspapers.  “They say it was accidental—­but pshaw!” Mrs. Knight shrugged knowingly.

“Don’t you think it was?”

“My dear!  Think of his family troubles and financial worries!”

“That’s the general talk,” Jim agreed.  “Things were boiling when the market closed.  All of his stocks are away off.  Well, I don’t blame him.”

“Yes, and he’d quarreled with Lilas, too.  That’s why she sailed for Europe this morning.”  Mrs. Knight’s hard eyes glittered, her sharp nose seemed to lengthen.  “I’ll warrant she knows a lot more than she’ll tell.  I’d like to question her, and I will when—­ Lorelei!  You’re as white as a sheet.  Are you ill?”

“No.  Only—­everything came at once.  It was a—­long night.”

Jim sighed wearily.  “Deliver me from hysterical fluffs like Lilas.  I’d rather load a cargo of boa-constrictors than start her for the briny.”

What with Lorelei’s good fortune and Lilas’s catastrophe Mrs. Knight was well-nigh delirious.  It was not often that she could roll two such delicious morsels under her tongue, and she patently gloried in the opportunity for gossip.  She ended a period of chatter by saying: 

“It just goes to show that a girl must be careful.  If Lilas had behaved herself she’d have been married and rich like you.  Oh, I can’t believe it has come true!  Think of it yourself, dearie; I—­ I’m nearly out of my head.”  She dabbed at her moistening eyes, becoming more and more excited as she dwelt upon the family’s sudden rise to affluence.  She was still rejoicing garrulously when Lorelei burst into one of her rare passions of weeping and buried her face in her hands.  “Child alive!” cried her astonished mother.  “What ails you?”

Instantly Jim’s suspicions caught fire.