Tombstone epitaph., 1915-09-12

his shoulder against i,. managed ts force 1t in. but too iAte @ save the woman's life
 She lay across a footstool. a jagged wound in her neck where she had opened s jugular vein with an insane thrust Of her sharp pointed sewing shears.
 Poe shuddered and turned away. He slipped out through the bedroom door as Miss Riggs was entering. Going quietly downstairs he entered the tele phone cabinet. ana got Doctor Robin son on the wire.
 Doctor, he said slowly. q can't come to dinner, You'd best come over to Riggs and make out a second death certificate. Mrs. Groves has commit. ted suicide in a frenzy at being found out"
 Found out! What do you mean?"
 Tt was she who bought the prussic acid you found in Boudinot's blood and on the tip of one of the orange wood sticks I sent you
 But explain, what was the motive?"
 Sufficient" said Poe. Last night Miss Riggs worked on Boudinot with stories about Miss Moquin. doubtless true. from my own observation. He made a new will, changing his sister to position of chief legatee. Mrs. Groves trembled for her half-million, knowing that Miss Riggs hated her, probably with more or less good req. son. To make sure Miss Riggs wouldn't have her cut off with a thousand, the old lady carried out a shrewd scheme shed evidently figured out some time before when Boudinot disgusted her with his profanity and abuse"
 What was 1t? How'd she do it?" insisted Doctor Robinson breathlessly Have you proofs?"
 Yes. plenty. The boy sent to you with the orange wood sticks saw Mrs Groves through the manicure shop window this morning deftIy substitut. l ing an ongoline bottle filled with prus | sic acid for the real bottle of stain re mover on the manicurists table. You see, Boudinot had a bad hang-nail or l the forefinger of his left hand" Yes. noticed it. but didn { think Il ! important enough to mention to you said Doctor Robinson anxiously.
 Naturally not But that was tho bruise through which the drop of prus sic was introduced to Boudinot's blood You see, Mrs. Groves often wheeled Boudinot to Miss Moquin's, and hat watched her clean with ongoline and an orange stick beneath the cuticle oi his nails"
 Good Lord. man." cried Doctor Rob | inson. You don't mean that she fig ured out the tiendish scheme of having the manicurist actually introduce the poison by dipping her orange wood | stick into the substituted bottle and showing the poison deep into the cracks and pores around the finger nails l thinking 1t was ongoline?" That's it exactly; 1t would throw the blame on the manicure if anything were discovered. you see," said Poe ! enthusiastically. Mrs. Groves replaced the genuine bottle of ongoline before | leaving. so nobody else would be killed. then she threw the bottle oi l prussic into the gutter on the way home with Boudinot, gasping for breath and already dying, as graphical | ly described by the manicurist and the newsboy. I found the pieces of glass recognized bits of the ongoline label | and identified the poison by smell and | taste. Not a bad scheme for an old lady; only slip she made was in thrift fly saving in plain bottle the ongoline she had to pour out to get the prussia acid into the right container so the manicurist wouldn't suspect"