"March 4th?" exclaimed Mr. Gryce at this point. "That was the night of the murder."
"Yes; the Mr. Le Roy Robbins said to have called that evening was none other than Mr. Clavering."
"March 19. Miss Mary Leavenworth, in a conversation with me, acknowledges that there is a secret in the family, and is just upon the point of revealing its nature, when Mr. Clavering enters the house. Upon his departure she declares her unwillingness ever to mention the subject again."
Mr. Gryce slowly waved the paper aside. "And from these facts you draw the inference that Eleanore Leavenworth is the wife of Mr. Clavering?"
"I do."
"And that, being his wife"
"It would be natural for her to conceal anything she knew likely to criminate him."
"Always supposing Clavering himself had done anything criminal!"
"Of course."
"Which latter supposition you now propose to justify!"
"Which latter supposition it is left for us to justify."
A peculiar gleam shot over Mr. Gryce’s somewhat abstracted countenance. "Then you have no new evidence against Mr. Clavering?"
"I should think the fact just given, of his standing in the relation of unacknowledged husband to the suspected party was something."
"No positive evidence as to his being the assassin of Mr. Leavenworth, I mean?"
I was obliged to admit I had none which he would consider positive. "But I can show the existence of
