It was headed "Man's Body found in Millpond" and stated briefly how some boys, fishing in Sliefer's dam, had discovered the body of a man, believed to be that of a certain Aaron Menning, chicken pedlar, who had disappeared from the neighborhood mysteriously some weeks before. The body, which had lain for a considerable time in the water, showed the trace of two bullet wounds, but owing to the difficulties of medical evidence after so long a time had elapsed it was not possible to prove that either of these had been sufficient to cause death, which was brought in, on the finding of the coroner's jury, as accidental. "It will be remembered," the article concluded, "that equally mysterious circumstances attended, less than a year ago, the death of Menning's stepbrother, whose body was found at a spot not half a mile from the scene of this later tragedy. Though there was no suggestion of foul play at the time, rumor later connected Aaron's name, in no uncertain terms, with his stepbrother's death, a rumor which his disappearance served to strengthen in many persons' minds. Whatever the circumstances which led to this second tragedy, and how far the two may be connected, will remain for ever a mystery, since Aaron's death closes definitely the last chapter in the story of this singularly ill-fated family." "What's that?" asked Lessing. I slipped the cutting into my pocket. My compact with Herrick still held good. "Only some more nonsense of Jack's." Lessing grinned up at me from where he lounged, one bandaged arm stretched above his head, in the deck-chair. "I should think, as an engaged man, you ought to be getting impervious by this time." "I am. Don't you worry!" Over the lawn, through the warm-scented dusk, came Mary's voice from the porch. "Austin!" she called. "Dick! Are you three going to sit there all night?" Herrick moved away. "Come on," he said over his shoulder. "Supper is ready, and I won't risk being told again that I monopolize you all the day!" THE END