As the significance of his discovery dawned on him, a pallor quite separate from that of his condition came over his face and a murder light broke in his eyes. He would go on with his search for Eben, but when he found him now--! He wheeled suddenly and began looking at the table, and across the confused screen of his brain flashed a complete picture and an understanding. Then he studied the other and smaller envelope--and recognized it as the one which Dr. Ebbett had given Eben Tollman when they talked of a merciful release for the dog that had outlived his enjoyment of life. "I don't believe I'll ever find him--alive," he said very slowly, under his breath; "I think I understand." Then after a moment of grave reflection he added: "I don't see why she need know it all," and he dropped the two letters and the small envelope upon the dead logs and touched a match to their edges. Then he carried three wine glasses out to the pantry, and carefully washed them, pouring again a few drops of clear wine, like residue, into their bottoms. "Coroners are inquisitive," he told himself musingly. After that he opened the door and went out into the morning, which, succeeding the storm, was a morning of sunlight. THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The Tyranny of Weakness, by Charles Neville Buck