A BROKEN-HEARTED WOMAN The man in the corner called for another glass of milk, and drank it down slowly before he resumed: "Now Lord Arthur lives mostly abroad," he said.

"His poor, suffering wife died the day after he was liberated by the magistrate.

She never recovered consciousness even sufficiently to hear the joyful news that the man she loved so well was innocent after all.
"Mystery!" he added as if in answer to Polly's own thoughts.

"The murder of that man was never a mystery to me.

I cannot understand how the police could have been so blind when every one of the witnesses, both for the prosecution and defence, practically pointed all the time to the one guilty person.