Alma took her father's hand and kneeled upon the floor beside him as if to aid and comfort him. "Now, John, set that candle just outside the door in the entry." A sense of awe and fear fell on them all as the room became dark, and none save the young son of science dared breathe. Suddenly a round spot of light fell on the sheet, and its glare illuminated the room dimly. "Before I show the will, Mr. Sheriff, I wish you to see a photo that may be of use to you in that little matter in the village of which you were speaking." Two dusky figures slid over the disk of light. They grew more and more distinct. "Great God! It's Alice Green!" A passion of weeping filled the room, and Elmer opened the lantern, and the room became light. Alma, with her head bent upon her father's knee, was bathed in tears. "Poor, poor lost Alice!" "And the fellow with her? Who is he?" cried the sheriff. "That is Mr. Belford--Mr. Lawrence Belford," said Elmer with cool confidence. "That picture was taken through a telescope from my room on the morning of the 13th." "The 13th! Why, man, that was the day she was missed." "Yes. Mr. Belford was with her that day, and perhaps he can explain her disappearance." The prisoner groaned in abject terror and misery. He saw it all now. His dream pictures were explained. His defeat and detection were accomplished through the young man's science. That he should have been overthrown by such simple means filled him with mortification and anger. "You shall have the picture, Mr. Sheriff. You may need it at the trial. And now for the will." The room became again dark, and the figures on the wall stood out sharp and distinct on the sheet. Then the picture faded away, and in its place appeared writing--letters in black upon white ground: "SALMON FALLS, June 1, 1863. "I, Edward Denny, do hereby leave and bequeath to my son, John Denny, all of my property, both real and personal. All other wills I have made are hereby annulled. My near death prevents a more formal will. "EDWARD DENNY. "Witness: "JOHN MAXWELL, M.D." "My father's will. Thank----" There was a heavy fall, and Elmer opened his lantern quickly. It was too much for the old man. He had fallen upon the floor insensible. "A light, John, quick." They lifted him tenderly, and with Alma's help the old sheriff and the serving man took him away to his room. The moment the two men were alone, the prisoner in the chair broke out in a torrent of curses and threats. The young man quietly took up his revolver, and said sternly: