A dozen men were hanging about, smoking and talking.

Among them was a countryman who had just swallowed, open-mouthed, the story of the past night's tragedy.

He was now speaking out his own mind concerning it, and this is what these two heard him say as they went by: "Do you know what strikes me as mighty strange?
That they should clear that stone of the name of Anitra just in time to put Georgian's in its place.

I call that peculiar, I do." The lawyer and the husband exchanged a glance.
"Mrs.Ransom had a deep mind," the lawyer remarked, as the door slammed behind them.

"She apparently thought of everything." Ransom, directing a look down the street towards the factories and the roaring mill-stream, uttered a shuddering sigh.
"They are still searching," said he.