So the weeks dragged by, and Howard's steamer was due in port.
It did not come. Soon it was a week over-due.
Then came one of those dreadful reports of marine disasters that now and then thrill the great heart of humanity with horror.
There had been a terrible storm at sea, and the ship had gone to pieces upon a hidden rock. Only seven persons had been saved.
Howard Templeton's name appeared in the list of passengers who had perished.
So there could be no further delay now. The case went before the courts and was very speedily decided.
Mrs. St. John gained the case and had her revenge.
But it was no revenge, after all, since Howard Templeton was not alive to pay the bitter cost of her vengeance.
So the golden fruit, bought at the price of her soul's peace, turned to bitter ashes on her loathing lips.