"I think I have a glimmer of light now," said Valeska. "The Bay Mare is an heiress, isn't she?"
"Rather! Old man Miller owns half of Buffalo."
"And Shaw is on the verge of failure."
"And the count wants a good excuse to transfer his affections and his hopes of a permanent income. What better escape than to impute insanity to Miss Ethel Shaw? I say it's a merry scheme."
Valeska frowned. "It's horribly cruel!"
"Well, it's infamously Italian, if you like. Fancy one of the Borgias reappearing to grace the twentieth century! But you can't deny it is cleverly worked out. Insanity is one of the best reasons for not marrying, even for a fortune-hunting foreigner. Every one will pity him, instead of blaming him, and he'll walk out of the Shaw family into the arms of the Millers. He only wanted to be well off with the old love before he was on with the new. But I'll forgive him anything for the sake of the automobile goggles."
"And the Peter Pan collar!" cried Valeska, laughing. "Couldn't you hear me giggling in the closet?"
"The Landor jewels, though!" said Astro thoughtfully. "If it wasn't for them, one might suspect that Miss Ethel had taken an overdose of headache powders. Acetanilid does affect the brain, you know."
"The question is, who played the gorilla?"
"Ah, an Italian, I'm afraid. If you'll pardon the pun, I think that garlic puts us on the scent. As I see it, it's a case where our friend McGraw can help us out. I'll try him. There'll be no particular credit in it for him; but, what's just as good, there'll be money."
From an interview with his friend, the police lieu-
