Poor Selina dead, and here am I in ruby velvet!" "There are not many details to give," said Peter, reading from the newspaper, "the police are keeping quiet about the matter." "Who killed her ?" Juliet rose suddenly and turned on the electric light, so that her step-father could see to read more clearly.

"Yes," she said in a firm voice, belied by the ghastly whiteness of her face, "who killed her ?" "It is not known," said Mr.Octagon.

"Last night she entertained a few friends--to be precise, three, and she was found by her new parlor-maid dead in her chair, stabbed to the heart.

The weapon has not been found, nor has any trace of the murderer been discovered." "Entertained friends," muttered Mrs.Octagon weeping, "the usual lot.
Mr.Hale, Mrs.Herne and Mr.Clancy--" "Yes," said Peter, somewhat surprised, "how do you know ?" "My soul, whispered me," said Mrs.Octagon tragically, and becoming melodramatic again, now that the first shock was over.

"One of those three killed her.