"A dying confession of the girl Hannah. I found it lying in her bed when I went up, a half-hour ago, to take a second look at her."
Opening it, he glanced over it with an incredulous air that speedily, however, turned to one of the utmost astonishment, as he hastily perused it, and then stood turning it over and over in his hand, examining it.
"A remarkable piece of evidence," I observed, not without a certain feeling of triumph; "quite changes the aspect of affairs!"
"Think so?" he sharply retorted; then, whilst I stood staring at him in amazement, his manner was so different from what I expected, looked up and said: "You tell me that you found this in her bed. Whereabouts in her bed?"
"Under the body of the girl herself," I returned. "I saw one corner of it protruding from beneath her shoulders, and drew it out."
He came and stood before me. "Was it folded or open, when you first looked at it?"
"Folded; fastened up in this envelope," showing it to him.
He took it, looked at it for a moment, and went on with his questions.
"This envelope has a very crumpled appearance, as well as the letter itself. Were they so when you found them?"
"Yes, not only so, but doubled up as you see."
"Doubled up? You are sure of that? Folded, sealed, and then doubled up as if her body had rolled across it while alive?"
"Yes."
"No trickery about it? No look as if the thing had been insinuated there since her death?"
