we arrived there, and I had barely time to observe that it was a corner dwelling of unusual depth when I was seized by the throng and carried quite to the foot of the broad stone steps. Extricating myself, though with some difficulty, owing to the importunities of a boot-black and butcher-boy, who seemed to think that by clinging to my arms they might succeed in smuggling themselves into the house, I mounted the steps and, finding the secretary, by some unaccountable good fortune, close to my side, hurriedly rang the bell. Immediately the door opened, and a face I recognized as that of one of our city detectives appeared in the gap.
"Mr. Gryce!" I exclaimed.
"The same," he replied. "Come in, Mr. Raymond." And drawing us quietly into the house, he shut the door with a grim smile on the disappointed crowd without. "I trust you are not surprised to see me here, said he, holding out his hand, with a side glance at my companion.
"No," I returned. Then, with a vague idea that I ought to introduce the young man at my side, continued: "This is Mr. , Mr. , excuse me, but I do not know your name," I said inquiringly to my companion. "The private secretary of the late Mr. Leavenworth," I hastened to add.
"Oh," he returned, "the secretary! The coroner has been asking for you, sir."
"The coroner is here, then?"
"Yes; the jury have just gone up-stairs to view the body; would you like to follow them?"
"No, it is not necessary. I have merely come in the hope of being of some assistance to the young ladies. Mr. Veeley is away."
"And you thought the opportunity too good to be
