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as kind to you as you say, you must have become very much attached to him?”
    “Yes, sir,” her mouth taking a sudden determined curve.
    “His death, then, must have been a great shock to you?”
    “Very, very great.”
    “Enough of itself to make you faint away, as they tell me you did, at the first glimpse you had of his body?”
    “Enough, quite.”
    “And yet you seemed to be prepared for it?”
    “Prepared?”
    “The servants say you were much agitated at finding your uncle did not make his appearance at the breakfast table.”
    “The servants!” her tongue seemed to cleave to the roof of her mouth; she could hardly speak.
    “That when you returned from his room you were very pale.”
    Was she beginning to realize that there was some doubt, if not actual suspicion, in the mind of the man who could assail her with questions like these? I had not seen her so agitated since that one memorable instant up in her room. But her mistrust, if she felt any, did not long betray itself. Calming herself by a great effort, she replied, with a quiet gesture—
    “That is not so strange. My uncle was a very methodical man; the least change in his habits would be likely to awaken our apprehensions.”
    “You were alarmed, then?”
    “To a certain extent I was.”
    “Miss Leavenworth, who is in the habit of overseeing the regulation of your uncle’s private apartments?”
    “I am, sir.”
    “You are doubtless, then, acquainted with a certain stand in his room containing a drawer?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “How long is it since you had occasion to go to this drawer?”
    “Yesterday,” visibly trembling at the admission.
    “At what time?”
    “Near noon, I should judge.”
    “Was the pistol he was accustomed to keep there in its place at the time?”
    “I presume so; I did not observe.”
    “Did you turn the key upon closing the drawer?”
    “I did.”
    “Take it out?”
    “No, sir.”
    “Miss Leavenworth, that pistol, as you have perhaps observed, lies on the table before you. Will you look at it?” And lifting it up into view, he held it towards her.
    If he had meant to startle her by the sudden action, he amply succeeded. At the first sight of the murderous weapon she shrank back, and a horrified, but quickly suppressed shriek, burst from her lips. “Oh, no, no!” she moaned, flinging out her hands before her.
    “I must insist upon your looking at it, Miss Leavenworth,” pursued the coroner. “When it was found just now, all the chambers were loaded.”
    Instantly the agonized look left her countenance. “Oh, then—” She did not finish, but put out her hand for the weapon.
    But the coroner, looking at her steadily, continued: “It has been lately fired off, for all that. The hand that cleaned the barrel forgot the cartridge-chamber, Miss Leavenworth.”
    She did not shriek again, but a hopeless, helpless look slowly settled over her face, and she seemed about to sink; but like a flash the reaction came, and lifting her head with a steady, grand action I have never seen equalled, she exclaimed, “Very well, what then?”
    The coroner laid the pistol down; men and women glanced at each other; every one seemed to hesitate to proceed. I heard a tremulous sigh at my side, and, turning, beheld Mary Leavenworth staring at her cousin with a startled flush on her cheek, as if she began to recognize that the public, as well as herself, detected something in this woman, calling for explanation.
    At last the coroner summoned up courage to continue.
    “You ask me, Miss Leavenworth, upon the evidence given, what then? Your question obliges me to say that no burglar, no hired assassin, would have used this pistol for a murderous purpose, and then taken the pains, not only to clean it, but to reload it, and lock it up again in the drawer from which he had taken it.”
    She did not reply to this; but I saw Mr. Gryce make a note of it with that peculiar emphatic nod of his.
    “Nor,” he went on, even more gravely,