Valueless as explaining this tragedy, being founded upon insufficient evidence, they may be interesting as showing the workings of my mind even at this early stage of the matter. They were drawn up under three heads. First, was the death of this young woman an accident? Second, was it a suicide? Third, was it a murder? Under the first head I wrote: _My reasons for not thinking it an accident._ 1. If it had been an accident and she had pulled the cabinet over upon herself, she would have been found with her feet pointing towards the wall where the cabinet had stood. (But her feet were towards the door and her head under the cabinet.) 2. The decent, even precise, arrangement of the clothing about her feet, which precludes any theory involving accident. Under the second: _Reason for not thinking it suicide._ She could not have been found in the position observed without having lain down on the floor while living and then pulled the shelves down upon herself. (A theory obviously too improbable to be considered.) Under the third: _Reason for not thinking it murder._ She would need to have been held down on the floor while the cabinet was being pulled over on her; something which the quiet aspect of the hands and feet made appear impossible. To this I added: _Reasons for accepting the theory of murder._ 1. The fact that she did not go into the house alone; that a man entered with her, remained ten minutes, and then came out again and disappeared up the street with every appearance of haste and an anxious desire to leave the spot. 2. The front door, which he had unlocked on entering, was not locked by him on his departure, the catch doing the locking. Yet, though he could have re-entered so easily, he had shown no disposition to return. 3. The arrangement of the skirts, which show the touch of a careful hand after death. Nothing clear, you see. I was doubtful of all; and yet my suspicions tended most toward murder. I had eaten my luncheon before interfering in this matter, which was fortunate for me, as it was three o'clock before I was summoned to meet the Coroner, of whose arrival I had been conscious some time before. He was in the front parlor where the dead girl lay, and as I took my way thither I felt the same sensations of faintness which had so nearly overcome me on the previous occasion. But I mastered them, and was quite myself before I crossed the threshold. There were several gentlemen present, but of them all I only noticed two, one of whom I took to be the Coroner, while the other was my late interlocutor, Mr. Gryce. From the animation observable in the latter, I gathered that the case was growing in interest from the detective standpoint. "Ah, and is this the witness?" asked the Coroner, as I stepped into the room. "I am Miss Butterworth," was my calm reply. "_Amelia_ Butterworth. Living next door and present at the discovery of this poor murdered body." "Murdered," he repeated. "Why do you say murdered?"