The cavalcade came into Tonto City, the stage almost an hour late, and drew up at Doctor Bogart’s house, where the wounded were unloaded. James Wadsworth Longfellow Pelly was there, trying to find out what on earth had happened. “Did you,” he asked Akers, “hold that meeting and decide to remove Henry Conroy?” Tom Akers looked bleakly at Pelly, but said nothing. This was no time to talk of resignations. He followed them to the jail with Stickler and the professor. Stickler said, “I’ll sue the county for false arrest, Conroy. You can’t prove anything against me.” “We shall try, sir,” said Henry wearily. “What do you think, Professor?” “After what has happened,” replied the professor soberly, “I’m sure you will try.” * * * * * With their prisoners behind the bars, Henry led the way over to the King’s Castle. There was quite a crowd in there, discussing what had happened. Mack Greer, the manager, saw Henry and came to him. “Good work, sheriff,” he said. “Mighty good work.” “All praise aside, sir,” said Henry soberly, “I would like to see Violet La Verne.” Greer looked curiously at Henry and at the other men with him. Then he turned to one of the other girls, who had come in close, and asked, “Where is Violet?” “She’s up in her room, packing up, Mack--she’s quit.” They trooped up the stairs and knocked on her door. “All right--in a minute. Take that rig around to the back and I’ll meet you out there,” said a voice from inside. “She hired a livery rig to take her to Scorpion Bend,” whispered one of the curious girls. Henry nodded. Then the door opened and Violet La Verne stood there, staring at the crowd. She was dressed for traveling, and had an old valise in her hand. “Who shot Ben Todd?” asked Henry quietly. The valise dropped from her hand and she closed her eyes for a moment. Henry went on kindly: “You see, my dear, I happen to know that Ben Todd couldn’t read nor write; so that will had to be a fake. All the rest of the gang are either in jail or being probed for lead, so you might as well talk and save what skin you have left.” “Stickler killed him,” she whispered huskily. “I grub-staked Ben Todd--I--I honestly did. Stickler wrote that will. He thought Todd had struck it rich and that he’d record the location--but it--it wasn’t recorded--because it wasn’t a mine--he stole two sacks of high-grade ore from the Circle G. That’s the truth--and--and nothing but the--” And then Violet La Verne went flat in a faint. Back in the office, thirty minutes later, Henry, Judge, Oscar, Slim and Frijole sat there a tin-cup in hand. They were a bedraggled crew. Stickler had confessed--and the troubles of the sheriff’s office were over for the time being.