“I turned off the ’lectricity--the boys was always runnin’ up big ’lectricity bills on me--but when they didn’t come back, and didn’t come back, I begun to get scared and fiery mad at ’em at the same time, what with the window busted, and all. I figured they had most likely skipped out to beat me out of the rent, but at the same time I was scared somethin’ had happened to ’em. I sold all their stuff to the junkman before Mr. Jarvis got here to claim it, but I’m within my rights, an’ I know it. I don’t know no more, s’help me.” The two detectives walked together, very slowly, to report. It was a strange case. [Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the March 1925 issue of Weird Tales magazine.]