Nevertheless the next day found us out sleuthing about Glenclair,
this time in a more pleasant role. We had a newspaper friend or
two out there who was willing to introduce us about without asking
too many questions. Kennedy, of course, insisted on beginning at
the very headquarters of gossip, the country club.
We spent several enjoyable hours about the town, picking up a good
deal of miscellaneous and useless information. It was, however, as
Kennedy had suspected. Annie Grayson had taken up her residence in
an artistic little house on one of the best side streets of the
town. But her name was no longer Annie Grayson. She was Mrs. Maud
Emery, a dashing young widow of some means, living in a very quiet
but altogether comfortable style, cutting quite a figure in the
exclusive suburban community, a leading member of the church
circle, an officer of the Civic League, prominent in the women's
club, and popular with those to whom the established order of
things was so perfect that the only new bulwark of their rights
was an anti-suffrage society.
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