The sensational developments in the Counsell case during the past two days were brought to a still more sensational conclusion this afternoon when Ernest Riever was discovered to have killed himself. Ever since yesterday morning it has been an open secret around town that Riever was the unnamed millionaire so often referred to in the new evidence brought forward in Counsell's defense. It now appears that Riever has been under the surveillance of the police for three days, and this afternoon detective officers were sent to the above address to arrest him. Their ringing at the door elicited no response, and as the men who had been detailed to trail Riever insisted that he was in the house, an entrance was forced. Mr. Riever was discovered lying in his dining-room with an automatic pistol in his hand. There was nobody else in the house. He had held the pistol under his chin pointing upward. There was smoke in the room, and the body was warm, indicating that the deed was done as the officers rang the bell. Death was instantaneous. So ends one of the strangest stories that has ever come to light in our courts. Mr. Riever's self-inflicted death renders the acquittal of Counsell merely a matter of form. It is said that the District-Attorney will now make no effort to refute the testimony tending to show that Collis Dongan was shot by an agent acting under Riever's instructions. The jury is expected to bring in a verdict without leaving their seats. CHAPTER XV POSTSCRIPT "Don't drive so fast Don! It makes my hair rise the way you take these curves!" "I'll try to remember ... Lord! but it's good to have an accelerator under your big toe again! ... This lil' ole bus is about all I own, Pen!" "You'll soon get a fresh start, now ... You're driving just as fast as ever!" "Sorry! I feel as if that mob was still behind us. Wasn't it ghastly!" "But they were friendly!" "Oh, friendly! Three days ago they would just as lief have strung me up to a lamp-post. I could feel it in the court-room." "Well, don't you suppose it was a feeling that they had been unjust to you that made them cheer so to-day when you appeared?" "I hope so. I don't trust mobs ... Lord! when I came out and saw them massed in the street from curb to curb ... thousands! ... I could feel myself turning pea-green! I had no idea I had become so famous." "They have been reading about nothing else for days." "What a lot of idle people there must be!" "I don't think it's idleness altogether. But nothing ever happens to them. They only live in the newspapers." "A good many cars followed us out of town. When they saw which way we were heading I suppose they'll wire the news, and cheering crowds will be waiting for us..." "Oh, Don!" "I'll fool 'em! I'll circle around outside Philadelphia and all the big towns." "It's horribly immoral our running off together in a car."