opportunity to display my knowledge of the picture players.
"Larry--that's Lawrence, Lawrence Millard!" I exclaimed. Then I
went on to tell him of the divorce and the circumstances
surrounding Stella's life as I knew it. "It--it looks," I
concluded, "as if they might have been on the point of composing
their differences, after all."

Kennedy nodded. I could see, however, that he made a mental note
of his intention to question the girl's former husband.

All at once another thought struck me and I became eager. It was
a possible explanation of the mystery.

"Listen, Craig," I began. "Suppose Millard wanted to make up and
she didn't. Suppose that she refused to see him or to meet him.
Suppose that in a jealous fit he--"

"No, Walter!" Kennedy headed me off with a smile. "This wasn't an
ordinary murder of passion. This was well thought out and well
executed. Not one medical examiner in a thousand would have found
that tiny scratch. It may be very difficult yet to determine the
exact cause of death. This, my dear Jameson"--it was playful
irony--"is a scientific crime."

"But Millard--"

"Of course! Anyone may be the culprit. Yet you tell me Millard
did not contest her divorce and that it would have been very easy
for him to file a counter-suit because everyone knew of her
relationship with Manton. That, offhand, shows no ill-will on his