The twilight deepens. I hold her closely in my arms, but I cannot trust myself to speak. Our hearts beat in unison. Dusk grows into darkness. Still no word passes between us. We are too full of our own reflections, of our own thoughts, of our perfect happiness, now rid as we are for ever, of the grim shadow of evil once placed upon us by "The Mysterious Three." The End. End of Project Gutenberg's The Mysterious Three, by William Le Queux