So here was a tangle without a frayed end to pull at, unless the impervious egotism of Uncle David afforded one, which I doubted. For how could any man with a frightful secret in his breast show that unmixed delight in his new equipage and suddenly acquired position, which had so plainly beamed from that gentleman’s calm eye and assured bearing? When he met my scrutiny in the sacred precincts where the one love of his heart lay buried, he did so without a quiver or any sign of inner disturbance. His tone to Cæsar as he drove off had been the tone of a man who can afford to speak quietly because he is conscious of being so undeniably the master; and when his foot rose to the carriage step it was with the confidence of one who had been kept out of his rights for most of his natural life, but who feels in his present enjoyment of them no apprehension of a change. His whole bearing and conversation on that day were, as I am quite ready to admit, an exhibition of prodigious selfishness; but it was also an exhibition of mental poise incompatible with a consciousness of having acquired his fortune by any means which laid him open to the possibility of losing it. Or so I judged. Finding myself, with every new consideration of the tantalizing subject, deeper and deeper in the quagmire of doubt and uncertainty, I sought enlightenment by making a memorandum of the special points which must have influenced the jury in their verdict, as witness: 1. The relief shown by Mr. Jeffrey at finding an apparent communication from his wife hinting at suicide. 2. The possibility, disclosed by the similarity between the sisters’ handwriting, of this same communication being a forgery substituted for the one really written by Mrs. Jeffrey. 3. The fact that, previous to Mr. Jeffrey’s handling of the book in which this communication was said to have been hidden, it had been seen in Miss Tuttle’s hands. 4. That immediately after this she had passed to the drawer where Mr. Jeffrey’s pistol was kept. 5. That while this pistol had not been observed in her hand, there was as yet no evidence to prove that it had been previously taken from the drawer, save such as was afforded by her own acknowledgment that she had tied some unknown object, presumably the pistol, to her sister’s wrist before that sister left the house. 6. That if this was so, the pistol and the ribbon connecting it with Mrs. Jeffrey’s wrist had been handled again before the former was discharged, and by fingers which had first touched dust—of which there was plenty in the old library. 7. That Miss Tuttle had admitted, though not till after much prevarication and apparent subterfuge, that she had extended her walk on that fatal night not only as far as the Moore house, but that she had entered it and penetrated as far as the library door at the very moment the shot was fired within.