little more remains to be told. for weeks afterwards the case was threshed out in the newspapers, but nothing was brought out that you do not already know. no suspicion attached to mount's chauffeur and footman. they had met him at the greenwood city station according to orders. he had exclaimed at the beauty of ringstead plains, and they thought that was why he had himself carried back and forth so many times. on the last journey he had remarked the locust tree, speaking of the rarity of the species, and had ordered them to stop so that he could examine it. they knew nothing about trees, of course. they had not seen him pick up the keys.

the news of mount's death took all the fight out of lorina. whatever human feeling there was in that woman was all for him. it appeared that her devotion to him was so abject, that she was even willing to help him in his plotting to secure irma for his wife.

the thieves were sent up for terms more or less corresponding to the degrees of their guilt. lorina and foxy are still there. jumbo is out now, and professes to have reformed. he seems to bear me no malice, and occasionally braces me for a small loan. one of the gang, bella bleecker, escaped for lack of evidence. i knew that she was one of lorina's creatures, whom mount had placed near irma as a spy, but there was nothing to connect her with the thefts.

there was one mysterious feature of the case which the trial did not clear up, i.e., the source of roland's handsome legacy. i had my suspicions but no proof. mount's doctor was one of his executors and i was permitted to examine the dead man's papers. i found that on the last day of march previous he had drawn $40,000 in cash.

this was pretty conclusive, but there was a link of evidence still missing. continuing a search of mount's effects i found a receipted bill from an obscure lawyer for legal services rendered about this time. i looked the man up.

he proved to be a seedy, servile little creature, one of the desperate hangers-on of the outer fringe of a respectable profession. mount being dead and no longer a possible employer it was easy to make the lawyer talk.

whether or not he knew what he was doing, i can't say. he claimed that mount had told him he wished to do something for a worthy young fellow who was too proud to accept anything from him direct. he then laid out the scheme of the mysterious, unhappy lady who was supposed to have died leaving roland quarles her fortune. mount, the lawyer said, supplied the ingenious letter that was sent to roland. the lawyer carried the money to the trust company.

this information dissipated the last bit of mystery. the more i thought over it the more i marvelled at mount. certainly there was something magnificent in his villainies. fancy giving your rival forty thousand dollars in order to ruin him! it was clear now why the order had come down from above to jumbo to sell irma's pearls to roland at a reduced price. i wonder if ever a more devilish plot was hatched by one man to ruin another. and how nearly it had succeeded. mount had shown the devil's own cunning in playing on the weak spots in irma and in roland.

the period of the trial was a hateful time for all of us. our own happiness was not to be thought of until that ordeal was over. a blessed peace descended on us when the last verdict was rendered.

the blissful event occurred in october. irma and roland insisted that sadie and i must be married at the same time they were.

the double event took place in the little church around the corner. only mr. dunsany, blondy, the doctor and a few others were present. we all felt as if we had had enough publicity to last us the rest of our lives.

roland insisted on returning the balance of his legacy to the mount estate. i thought he had the best reason in the world for hanging on to it, but that was roland. he actually wanted irma to turn over her pearls to the executors, less what she had paid for them, but we all fought him on that. she had purchased them fairly, i insisted, and if mount had named too low a price that was his affair. he gave in when i pointed out that was the cause of her giving up a lucrative profession, and he had no right to deprive her of her property also.

the famous blue pearls were sold. part of the proceeds was devoted to the purchase of a fine old manor and a farm on the eastern shore of maryland. roland and irma have forsaken the footlights forever. farming is their true vocation, they say, and nothing could ever tempt them back.

mr. dunsany has ever remained my firm friend. he insisted on rewarding me very handsomely for my work on the great case, though i considered the reputation it brought me enough. the honour seems likely to last me as long as i am able to work. with the money sadie and i decided to buy a smaller place adjoining our friends. sadie has turned farmer, too.

i can't be there as much as i would like. after the dust and danger of my work it is like heaven to run down home. at first sadie objected strenuously to this arrangement. she said she expected to continue to help me with my work. that was what she married me for, she said. but the one fright was enough for me. i don't hear so much about her desire now. sadie has other things to occupy her mind. yes, three of them.