There was nothing in it to help him.

It was only a brief notification of the facts--of a death which, in the words of the newspaper's local correspondent, "pointed to suicide." Suicide! The letter on which the ink was still bluish and fresh, seemed to convey Robert Turold's denial of the suggestion that he had taken his life.

It was the cry of a man who had looked into the dark place of fear and seen Death lurking within.

Only mortal terror could have called forth that passionate frantic appeal.

And that appeal accomplished its purpose, although it came too late.