The weather was bright and clear, and apparently cold.

Men's feet crisped on the frozen pavement, and the streets had that welcome, familiar look which they always have to the returned traveller when he reaches the city he calls his home.

The newsboys were rushing through the streets yelling their papers at the top of their voices.

He heard them, but paid little attention.
"All about the murder! Latest edition! All about the poison case!" He felt that he must have a glimpse at a paper, and, entering the office of an hotel where a man was reading one, he glanced over his shoulder at the page before him, and was horror-stricken to see the words in startling headlines-- THE BRENTON MURDER.
_The Autopsy shows that Morphine was the Poison used.
Enough found to have killed a Dozen Men.
Mrs.Brenton arrested for Committing the Horrible Deed_.
[Illustration: The Brenton Murder.].