She interrupted his awkward, embarrassed explanation. Her brain was whirling; the room was dim to her sight, with only the boy’s white face and his questioning eyes watching her, standing out clear and sharp. “Tom Hawley’s here with me,” she heard her own voice repeating. “He—he’ll wait for you here.” And then the sheriff’s voice said: “Hell, ma’m, your stepfather—it didn’t happen only a few minutes ago. If Tom Hawley’s there with you now that’s all the alibi I want—it’s a cinch he wasn’t here. I’m mighty glad you happened to tell me tonight, Miss Beth, or it would of gone hard for him. You let me speak with him, ma’m, if he’s there—it must have been One-Eyed Charlie did it.” (The End.) [Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the March 27, 1920 issue of The Argosy magazine]