The Chief Legatee

A young girl sitting on a low stool by the window mending a rent in her skirt (Frontispiece)

"I cut them letters there fifteen years ago. Now I'm to cut 'em out"

"A slight, dark form steals from the shadows and lays a hand on the stooping man's shoulder"

"Cormorants!" escaped his lips. "They look for a feast of death, but they will be disappointed"

"Yes, sir,"

Might even have entered his room late at night, crossed it and stood at his side, without disturbing him sufficiently to cause him to turn his head?

"Yes," her hands pressing themselves painfully together.

"Miss Leavenworth, the key to the library door is missing."

She made no answer.

"It has been testified to, that previous to the actual discovery of the murder, you visited the door of the library above. Will you tell us if the key to the door was there in the lock?"

"It was not."