The next morning, the lady, being sober, was summarily dismissed by the matron.

Late at night she rang and battered at the door, clamouring for admittance, which was refused.

Then she went away, apparently composed herself to slumber in the roadway of the pitch-black High Street, and was killed by a motor-car.

And that, bar the funeral, was the end of Mrs.Tufton.
From her bereaved husband, with whom I at once communicated, I received the following reply: "Dear Sir, "Yours to hand announcing the accidental death of my wife, which I need not say I deeply regret.

You will be interested to hear that I have been offered a commission in the Royal Fusiliers, which I am now able to accept.