Without seeming to wander from my face, its pupil had suddenly dilated till it appeared to embrace my whole person with its scope.
"I don't know," he finally remarked, a slight frown testifying to the fact that he was not altogether pleased with the turn affairs were taking. "Perhaps it would be best. The ladies must not be left alone"
"Say no more; I will go." And, sitting down, I despatched a hurried message to Mr. Veeley, after which, and the few other preparations necessary, I accompanied the secretary to the street.
"Now," said I, "tell me all you know of this frightful affair."
"All I know? A few words will do that. I left him last night sitting as usual at his library table, and found him this morning, seated in the same place, almost in the same position, but with a bullet-hole in his head as large as the end of my little finger."
"Dead?"
"Stone-dead."
"Horrible!" I exclaimed. Then, after a moment, "Could it have been a suicide?"
"No. The pistol with which the deed was committed is not to be found."
"But if it was a murder, there must have been some motive. Mr. Leavenworth was too benevolent a man to have enemies, and if robbery was intended"
"There was no robbery. There is nothing missing," he again interrupted. "The whole affair is a mystery."
"A mystery?"
"An utter mystery."
Turning, I looked at my informant curiously. The inmate of a house in which a mysterious murder had
