They say the shriek he gave was the most awful that man ever heard. Babbitts, who was on his way back, said it sounded like it came from a lost soul in Hell. He tried to yell back, but couldn’t and ran like a madman, and when he got there saw me lying as if I was dead in the moonlight and a wild, screaming figure crouched on the ground beside me. The two Hines heard it. Hines picked up a lantern and ran with Mrs. Hines at his heels. When he came up he found Babbitts kneeling over me, half crazy, thinking I was murdered, too. They felt my pulse and found it was going and sent Mrs. Hines on the run to Cresset’s. She lit out, calling and crying as she flew through the woods, and met the Cresset crowd, hiking along with their lanterns, having heard her and not knowing _what_ had happened. Well—that’s the end of my story. Oh, I forgot the reward—_I_ got it. I oughtn’t to have for I didn’t do anything but fall in a faint, which was the easiest thing I could do. But Mrs. Fowler and the Doctor wouldn’t have it any other way, so I gave in. Not that I didn’t want to. Believe me, Jew or Gentile gets weak when ten thousand dollars is pressed into her palm. It’s invested and I get good interest on it, but I’m saving that up. You never can tell what may happen in this world. As to the rest of us—the bunch that in one way or another were drawn into the Hesketh mystery—we’re all scattered now. Jack Reddy’s not living at Firehill any more. He’s taken an apartment in town where the two old Gilseys look after him like he was their only son, and he’s studying law in Mr. Whitney’s office. Sometimes Sunday he comes to see us, just as cordial and kind and handsome as ever, and it’s I that’ll be glad when he tells me he’s found the right girl—God bless him! Cokesbury Lodge is sold and Cokesbury’s living in town, too. They say his part in the Hesketh case sort of finished him. High society wouldn’t stand for it, which shows you can’t believe all you hear about the idle rich. I’ve heard that he’s seen round a lot with an actress-lady and one of the papers had it he was going to marry her. The Fowlers went to Europe. They’re living in Paris now and I hear from Anne Hennessey, who corresponds with Mrs. Fowler, that they’re going to reside there. Anyway, Jim Donahue told me last time I was down at Longwood that Mapleshade was to let. Annie’s got a new job in town, on Fifth Avenue, grand people who never quarrel. She dines with us most every Sunday and we sit till all hours talking over the past, like people who’ve been in some great disaster and when they get together always drift back to the subject. Me?—you want to know about me?