Fibsy gave one eloquent glance at Eunice, and paused abruptly in his speech. Every one knew--every one realized that love of Sanford Embury’s wife was one reason, at least, for the fatal deed. Everybody realized that Alvord Hendricks was a villain through and through--that he had killed his friend--though not by his own hand. Eunice never saw Hendricks again. She and Aunt Abby went away for a year’s stay. They traveled in lovely lands, where the scenery and climate brought rest and peace to Eunice’s troubled heart, and where she learned, by honest effort, to control her quick temper. And then, after two of the one-time friendly quartet had become only a past memory, the remaining two, Eunice and Mason Elliott, found happiness and joy. “One of our biggest cases, F. Stone,” said Fibsy, one day, reminiscently. “It was, indeed, Fibs; and you did yourself proud.” “Great old scheme! Perfect alibi--unknown human fly--bolted doors--all the elements of a successful crime--if he hadn’t slipped up on that Raspberry jam!”