And then, after two of the one-time friendly quartet had become only a past memory, the remaining two, Eunice and Mason Elliott, found happiness and joy.
“One of our biggest cases, F. Stone,” said Fibsy, one day, reminiscently.
“It was, indeed, Fibs; and you did yourself proud.”
“Great old scheme! Perfect alibi—unknown human fly—bolted doors—all the elements of a successful crime—if he hadn’t slipped up on that Raspberry jam!”