An hour later the police forced the door, and found Mrs Yabsley dead in bed.

The doctor said that she had died in her sleep from heart failure.

Mrs Swadling, wondering what had become of Miss Perkins, found a note lying on the floor, and wondered no more when she read: DEAR MRS YABSLEY, I am sorry that I can't stay for the outing to-morrow, but my cousin came out of Darlinghurst jail this morning, and we are going to the West to make a fresh start.

All I told you about my beautiful home was quite true, only I was the upper housemaid.

I am taking a few odds and ends that you bought for the winter, as I could never find out where you hid your money.