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"And the evening newspapers were notified -"

"Immediately."

"Did anything happen after that?"

Farmington chewed the end of his cigar as he reflected. He was leaning back in his chair, and Cardona
noted the firmness of his profile.

"Nothing else," came Farmington's reply.

"All right," declared the detective. "I'll read all my notes. Afterward, we can see if we've missed
anything."

He began in a monotonous tone. Occasionally he looked up to see if Philip Farmington was listening. The
millionaire had turned away slightly, so his profile was no longer visible. His head was leaning back; his
hand was resting on the desk, holding the cigar.

Cardona went on until he finished reading. He waited for Farmington to finish considering it. At last
Cardona's patience ended.

"Anything else?" he questioned.

Philip Farmington did not reply.

"Satisfactory?" questioned Cardona.

No reply.

SURPRISED, Cardona frowned. He arose and stepped toward the seated millionaire. He advanced
only three paces. He stopped stock-still, too amazed to move farther forward. He could now see the
face of Philip Farmington, and it was his view of that countenance that astounded him.

Philip Farmington was staring at the wall with glazed, wide-open eyes. Upon his face had come a grayish
pallor that matched the thin wisp of cigar smoke which curled upward from the hand upon the desk.

The firm features of the millionaire had taken a ghastly appearance that Cardona had never before
observed upon the face of any man.

Startled, the detective stood motionless. Then, while a strange sensation brought incredible realization,
Cardona reached forward and grasped the shoulders of the seated man.

The firm clutch brought results.

The millionaire's body gave way beneath the pressure. It slumped down into the chair. The arms dropped
lifelessly, and the lighted cigar rolled upon the floor. The head with the staring eyes fell back, and the
gruesome gaze turned unseeingly toward the ceiling.

A deep gasp came from Detective Joe Cardona.