Hughes went in with Bannard and the coroner, and the three men were joined by Lawyer Chapin. Silently they took in the details. The still figure on the couch, with face solemnly covered, seemed to make conversation undesirable. Hughes alertly moved about peering at things but touching almost nothing. Bannard and Mr. Chapin stood motionless gazing at the evidences of crime. "Got a cigarette?" whispered Hughes to Bannard and mechanically the young man took out his case and offered it. The detective took one and then continued his minute examination of the room and its appointments. At last he sat down in front of the desk and began to look through such papers as remained in place. There were many pigeonholes and compartments, which held small memorandum books and old letters and stationery. Hughes opened and closed several books, and then suddenly turned to Bannard with this question. "You haven't been up here to-day, have you, Mr. Bannard? I mean, before you came up this evening." "N-no, certainly not," was the answer, and the man looked decidedly annoyed. "What are you getting at, Mr. Hughes?" "Oh, nothing. Where have you been all day, Mr. Bannard?" "In New York city.' "Not been out of it?" "I went out this morning for a bicycle ride, my favorite form of exercise. Am I being quizzed?" "You are. You state that you were not up here, in this room, this afternoon, about three o'clock?" "I certainly do affirm that! Why?" "Because I observe here on the desk a half-smoked cigarette of the same kind you just gave me. "And you think that is incriminating evidence! A little far-fetched, Mr. Hughes." "Also, on this chair is a New York paper of to-day's date, and not the one that is usually taken in this house." "Indeed!" but Winston Bannard had turned pale. "And," continued Hughes, holding up a check-book, "this last stub in Mrs. Pell's check-book shows that she made out to _you to-day_, a check for five thousand dollars!" "What!" cried Mr. Chapin. "Yes, sir, a check stub, in Mrs. Pell's own writing, dated _to-day_! Where is that check, Mr. Winston Bannard, and when did you get it? And why did you kill your aunt afterward? What were you searching this room for? Come, sir, speak up!" CHAPTER IV TIMKEN AND HIS INQUIRIES "You must be out of your mind, Mr. Hughes," said Bannard; but, as a matter of fact, he looked more as if he himself were demented. His face wore a wild, frightened expression, and his fingers twitched nervously, as he picked at the edge of his coat. "Of course, I haven't been up here to-day, before I came this evening. That _New York Herald_ was never in my possession. Because I live in New York City, I'm not the only one who reads the 'Herald.'" "But your aunt subscribed only to _The Times_. Where did that 'Herald' come from?" "I'm sure I don't know. It must have been left here by somebody--I suppose----" "And this half-burnt cigarette, of the same brand as those you have in your pocket case?"