Chapter V The Crime in the Study––––––––
THERE are few things, to my mind, more delightful than being wakened soon after daybreak, on a perfect spring morning, by the songs of birds.
As I was thus brought to my senses, it took me a moment to realize just where I was, but a glance from my window reminded me.
I sprang up and threw aside the curtains, and reveled in the flowery breath of the morning air. Again, the view enchanted me. The distant hills, the nearer rolling fields and bits of woods, and closer yet, the wonderful park that surrounded the home of the Van Wycks.
Surely, I thought, Anne Mansfield was justified in marrying for a home, when one considered the home.
And that that was Anne’s reason for accepting David Van Wyck, I hadn’t the slightest doubt. Anne had been uncomforta
