But not thus thought Walter Lester; the wild words occasionally uttered by the Student--his lone habits--his frequent starts and colloquy with self, all of which had, even from the first, it has been seen, excited Walter's suspicion of former guilt, that had murdered the mind's wholesome sleep, now rushed with tenfold force upon his memory. "But no other circumstance transpired? Is this your whole ground for suspicion; the mere circumstance of Houseman's being last seen with Clarke?" "Consider also the dissolute and bold character of Houseman. Clarke evidently had his jewels and money with him--they were not left in the house. What a temptation to one who was more than suspected of having in the course of his life taken to plunder! Houseman shortly afterwards left the country. He has never returned to the town since, though his daughter lives here with his wife's mother, and has occasionally gone up to town to see him." "And Aram--he also left Knaresbro' soon after this mysterious event?" "Yes! an old Aunt at York, who had never assisted him during her life, died and bequeathed him a legacy, about a month afterwards. On receiving it, he naturally went to London--the best place for such clever scholars." "Ha! But are you sure that the aunt died?--that the legacy was left? Might this be no tale to give an excuse to the spending of money otherwise acquired?" Mine host looked almost with anger on Walter. "It is clear," said he, "you know nothing of Eugene Aram, or you would not speak thus. But I can satisfy your doubts on this head. I knew the old lady well, and my wife was at York when she died. Besides, every one here knows something of the will, for it was rather an eccentric one." Walter paused irresolutely. "Will you accompany me," he asked, "to the house in which Mr. Clarke lodged,--and indeed to any other place where it may be prudent to institute inquiry?" "Certainly, Sir, with the biggest pleasure," said mine host: "but you must first try my dame's butter and eggs. It is time to breakfast."