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The countryside was in a tumult. A murder mystery at Faulkner's Folly, of all places in theworld! Rensselaer Park, the aristocratic Long Island settlement, of which the celebratedhouse was the star exhibit, could scarcely believe its ears as the news flew about. And thecriminal? Public opinion settled at once on an intruder, either burglarious or inimical. Ofcourse, a man of Eric Stannard's position and personality had enemies, as well as friends, from Paris, France, to Paris, Maine. Equally, of course, his enormous collection of valuableart works and even more valuable jewels would tempt robbers.But the vague rumors as to his wife or that darling little model girl being implicated, wereabsurd. To be sure, the installation of Miss Vernon as a house guest was a fling in the face ofconventions, but Eric Stannard was a law unto himself; and, too, Mrs. Stannard had alwaysintroduced the girl as her friend.The Stannards were comparatively new people at The Park, but Mrs. Faulkner, whosehusband had built the Folly, was even now visiting there, and her sanction was enough forthe community. It would, one must admit, be thrillingly exciting to suspect a woman in thecase, but it was too impossible. No, it was without doubt, a desperate marauder.Thus the neighbours.But the Police thought differently. The report of the Post Patrolman who first appearedupon the scene of the tragedy included a vivid description of the demeanour of the twoladies; and the whole force, from the Inspector down, determined to discover which wasguilty. To them the death of Eric Stannard was merely a case, but from the nature of thingsit was, or would become, a celebrated case, and as such, they were elated over theirconnection with it.In due course, the Coroner's Inquest took place, and was held in the big studio where EricStannard had met his death

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