by this time as to who that culprit was. But instead of that, she merely folded her hands still more tightly and exclaimed:
"I doubt if you will be able to do that, Mr. Raymond."
"Doubt if I will be able to put my finger upon the guilty man, or doubt if I will be able to bring him to justice?"
"I doubt," she said with strong effort, "if any one ever knows who is the guilty person in this case."
"There is one who knows," I said with a desire to test her.
"One?"
"The girl Hannah is acquainted with the mystery of that night’s evil doings, Miss Leavenworth. Find Hannah, and we find one who can point out to us the assassin of your uncle."
"That is mere supposition," she said; but I saw the blow had told.
"Your cousin has offered a large reward for the girl, and the whole country is on the lookout. Within a week we shall see her in our midst."
A change took place in her expression and bearing.
"The girl cannot help me," she said.
Baffled by her manner, I drew back. "Is there anything or anybody that can?"
She slowly looked away.
"Miss Leavenworth," I continued with renewed earnestness, "you have no brother to plead with you, you have no mother to guide you; let me then entreat, in default of nearer and dearer friends, that you will rely sufficiently upon me to tell me one thing."
"What is it?" she asked.
