Your work is done.' "So they mounted and rode away, leaving me in the road.

There were no signs of any struggle, except the door hanging loose on its hinges, and a drop or two of blood on the steps where they had shot poor Johnny Carr.

I went straight home, and what happened in the next few hours at the Golden House I don't know, and, knowing how I left the President, I cannot explain.

I went home, and cried till I thought my heart would break." Thus far the signorina.

I must beg to call special attention to the closing lines of her narrative.