Counsellor Stillwell, in a grave reverie, listened and abandoned all present hope of any clue to the cowardly murder.
"All seems darkness around us, now," he sighed.

"The journals, the police, the detectives, and our own private searches have failed to locate any suspicion, however fleeting.
"It only remains for us, while awaiting some unravelling of the mystery, to unite in the fitting burial of the unfortunate gentleman, when the Coroner has finished his dreary labors.

He had not a single enemy in the world! It was the fatal trust of the vast money handling which caused his murder.

And only after long plotting and careful daily watch was he foully done to death." Alice Worthington's clear voice startled each listener as she said, "There is but one faint clue clinging to the past.

A transaction which might have drawn upon him the vengeance of some one.