house alone. Leaving Mrs. Belden where she was, I stepped into the hall.
"Well," said I, "what is the matter? Have n’t you found the coroner? Is n’t he at home?"
"No, gone away; off in a buggy to look after a man that was found some ten miles from here, lying in a ditch beside a yoke of oxen." Then, as he saw my look of relief, for I was glad of this temporary delay, said, with an expressive wink: "It would take a fellow a long time to go to him—if he was n’t in a hurry—hours, I think."
"Indeed!" I returned, amused at his manner. "Rough road?"
"Very; no horse I could get could travel it faster than a walk."
"Well," said I, "so much the better for us. Mrs. Belden has a long story to tell, and"
"Does n’t wish to be interrupted. I understand."
I nodded and he turned towards the door.
"Have you telegraphed Mr. Gryce?" I asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Do you think he will come?"
"Yes, sir; if he has to hobble on two sticks."
"At what time do you look for him?"
"You will look for him as early as three o’clock. I shall be among the mountains, ruefully eying my broken-down team." And leisurely donning his hat he strolled away down the street like one who has the whole day on his hands and does not know what to do with it.
An opportunity being thus given for Mrs. Belden’s story, she at once composed herself to the task, with the following result.
