That she could stand and face that lady never so much as occurred to her. Her own guilty consciousness made her cheeks too hot for her to wish to meet an eye which had never rested on her any too kindly; so noticing how straight the curtains fell over one of the windows on the opposite side of the room, she dashed toward it and slipped in out of sight just as Miss Tuttle came in. This window was one seldom used, owing to the fact that it overlooked an adjoining wall, so she had no fear of Miss Tuttle’s approaching it. Consequently, she could stand there quite at her ease, and, as the curtains in falling behind her had not come quite together, she really could not help seeing just what that lady did. Here the witness paused with every appearance of looking for some token of disapprobation from the crowd. But she encountered nothing there but eager anxiety for her to proceed, so without waiting for the coroner’s question, she added in so many words: “She went first to the book-shelves” We had expected it; but yet a general movement took place, and a few suppressed exclamations could be heard. “And what did she do there?” “Took down a book, after looking carefully up and down the shelves.” “What color of book?” “A green one with red figures on it. I could see the cover plainly as she took it down.” “Like this one?” “Exactly like that one.” “And what did she do with this book?” “Opened it, but not to read it. She was too quick in closing it for that.” “Did she take the book away?” “No; she put it back on the shelf.” “After opening and closing it?” “Yes, sir.” “Did you see whether she put anything into the book?” “I can not swear that she did; but then her back was to me, and I could not have seen it if she had.” The implied suggestion caused some excitement, but the coroner, frowning on this, pressed the girl to continue, asking if Miss Tuttle left the room immediately after turning from the book-shelves. Loretta replied no; that, on the contrary, she stood for some minutes near them, gazing, in what seemed like a great distress of mind, straight upon the floor; after which she moved in an agitated way and with more than one anxious look behind her into the adjoining room where she paused before a large bureau. As this bureau was devoted entirely to Mr. Jeffrey’s use, Loretta experienced some surprise at seeing his wife’s sister approach it in so stealthy a manner. Consequently she was watching with all her might, when this young lady opened the upper drawer and, with very evident emotion, thrust her hand into it.