And Cuthbert was married to Juliet within the year. The wedding was quiet on account of his uncle's death, and then Lord Caranby took his bride for a tour round the world. To this day Lady Caranby believes that Maraquito murdered Miss Loach, and knows also from newspaper reports that the pretended aunt was really Emilia Saul. Mrs. Octagon also expressed surprise at the infamous imposture, and quite deceived Juliet, who never learned what part her mother had taken in the business. In fact Juliet thought her mother was quite glad she had married Cuthbert. "Mother really liked you all the time," she said to her husband when they set off on their honeymoon. "I doubt that," replied Lord Caranby, dryly. "She told me that it was always the dream of her life to see me your wife, but that Maraquito had threatened to ruin Basil if--" "Oh, that is the story, is it? Well, Juliet, I am much obliged to Mrs. Octagon for loving me so much, but, with your permission, we will not see more of her than we can help." "As she is in America we will see very little of her," sighed Lady Caranby, "besides, she loves Basil more than me. Poor boy, I hope he will get on in America." "Of course he will. He will marry an heiress--" And Cuthbert's prophecy proved to be correct--"Don't let us talk of these things any more, Juliet. This dreadful murder nearly wrecked our life. My poor uncle talked of a fatal woman. Maraquito was that to us." "And I?" asked Juliet, nestling to her husband. "You are the dearest and sweetest angel in the world." "And you are the greatest goose," said she, kissing her husband fondly, "we have had enough of fatal women. Let us never mention the subject again." And they never did. THE END