shocking crime, “Well, what did I tell you! Was I right or was I wrong? Who spoiled him in the first place!”

They had been married seventeen years when Hermie Slocum, fifty-two, died of pneumonia following a heavy cold. The thirty-seven-year-old widow was horrified (but not much surprised) to find that the insurance solicitor had allowed two of his own policies to lapse. The company was kind, but businesslike. The insurance amounted, in all, to about nine thousand dollars. Trust Hermie for never quite equalling that ten again.

They offered her the agency left vacant by her husband, after her first two intelligent talks with them.

“No,” she said, “not here. I’m going back to Chicago to sell insurance. Everybody knows me there. My father was an old settler in Chicago. There’ll