Well—that’s all. The tangled threads are straightened out and the word "End" goes at the bottom of this page. I’m glad to write it, glad to be once again where you can say what you think, and talk to people like they were harmless human beings without any dark secrets in their pasts or presents, and, Oh, Gee, how glad I am to be home! Back in my own little hole, back where there’s only one servant and she a coon, back where I’m familiar with the food and know how to eat it, and blessedest of all, back to my own true husband, who thinks there’s no sun or moon or stars when I’m out of the house. I’m going to get a new rug for the parlor, a fur-trimmed winter suit, a standing lamp with a Chinese shade, a pair of skates—oh, dear, I’m at the bottom of the page and there’s no room for "End," but I _must_ squeeze in that I got that reward—Mrs. Janney said I’d earned every penny of it—and a wrist watch with a circle of diamonds round it from Dick Ferguson, and—oh, pshaw! if I keep on I’ll never stop, so here goes, on a separate line THE END BOOKS BY GERALDINE BONNER _Miss Maitland, Private Secretary_ _Treasure and Trouble Therewith_ _The Girl at Central_ _The Black Eagle Mystery_