"To be sure." Potter jumped at the suggestion, and hurrying toward the door, pushed an electric bell. A second later and Moto responded. "The evening paper, quick." Moto let his gaze travel around the room, then darting forward he crossed to where the packing case stood partially concealed behind the screen. Delving into its contents, he returned a moment later with a crumpled newspaper and extended it to his master. "You toss it down, so," demonstrating, "when I bring it to you, sir," he explained. "You say, 'Moto, don't trouble me, go away,' and I go." "Well, well, Moto, you interrupted me." Potter's tone was apologetic. "Much obliged for finding the paper. That is all I wanted." And Moto slipped away to his pantry in time to hear the buzzer of the front door bell sounding faintly. Forgetful of all but the paper in his hand, Potter turned it over and searched for the item of news. "Try the first page," suggested Rodgers. Potter switched the sheet around and gave vent to a startled exclamation as his eyes fell on the double column heading: ELDERLY SPINSTER FOUND DEAD SUICIDE SUSPECTED "Suicide!" Potter gasped. "Bless my soul! Who would have believed Cousin Susan would kill herself?" "She didn't!" The denial rang out clearly from the direction of the door and wheeling around the three occupants of the room saw Kitty Baird confronting them. "Aunt Susan did not commit suicide, Ben; you know she didn't." Potter stared at her long and earnestly. Twice he opened his mouth to speak and closed it again, after a look at Ted Rodgers who, upon Kitty's entrance, had stopped somewhat in the background so that his face was in shadow. "I don't know anything," Potter said finally. "I haven't read the paper--" "The paper has printed lies!" Kitty's foot came down with an unmistakable stamp, and her eyes sparkled with wrath. "I tell you Aunt Susan did not commit suicide." "Yes, dear." Nina stepped hastily forward and threw her arm protectingly across Kitty's shoulder. "Come and sit down, and when you are more composed you can tell us of--of the details." Exerting some strength, she pulled the unwilling girl to the lounge and gently pushed her down upon it. "I am so, so sorry, Kitty. Your aunt--" she stumbled a bit in her speech--"Your aunt's death is a great shock--" "To me," bitterly. "I know many people disliked her. Poor Aunt Susan--" Kitty's lips trembled. "You need not try to dissemble your feelings, Ben. I know you hated Susan." "Oh, come, Kitty; that's pretty strong language!" Potter flushed angrily. "You are unstrung--where are your smelling salts, Nina?" "A glass of wine would be better." Rodgers spoke for the first time, and Kitty looked up in startled surprise. She had been conscious of a third person in the room when she first entered, but, absorbed in her talk with her cousin, had forgotten his presence.