on the door again she got no answer. She thought there was something strange about it, for she was sure that Mrs. Lathrop had not gone out. So she tried the door. It was locked. But through the keyhole she could see that Vina had fallen across the
foot of the bed. She screamed and then they got the pass key and opened the door." Kennedy had gone over to the window and was  looking out. On a little roof below he pointed out something gleaming. Even from where we were we c
ould see that it was a plain little vial. "More than likely she took some of the drug from her husband's office," he commented. "By every indication the act was premeditated—or at least she contemplated doing it." We gl
anced at each other, then at the former lovely form on the lonely bed, as the undertaker, sent by her husband, prepared to carry out the last offices, now that Doctor Leslie had given his permission. "What about this new de
velopment?" asked Leslie at length of Kennedy. "Does it affect your plans at all?"
"Very much," asserted Kennedy, energetically. "It forces my hand. Now I must act immed
iately." For a moment he stood, planning hastily just what to do. "I'm going to