fully acquainted with all matters connected with your business?"
The young man, merely elevating an expressive eyebrow, took the bullet carelessly in his hand.
"Can you tell us from what make of pistol that was delivered?"
The young man rolled it slowly round between his thumb and forefinger, and then laid it down. "It is a No. 32 ball, usually sold with the small pistol made by Smith & Wesson."
"A small pistol!" exclaimed the butler, jumping up from his seat. "Master used to keep a little pistol in his stand drawer. I have often seen it. We all knew about it."
Great and irrepressible excitement, especially among the servants. "That’s so!" I heard a heavy voice exclaim. "I saw it once myself—master was cleaning it." It was the cook who spoke.
"In his stand drawer?" the coroner inquired.
"Yes, sir; at the head of his bed."
An officer was sent to examine the stand drawer. In a few moments he returned, bringing a small pistol which he laid down on the coroner’s table, saying, "Here it is."
Immediately, every one sprang to his feet, but the coroner, handing it over to the clerk from Bonn’s, inquired if that was the make before mentioned. Without hesitation he replied, "Yes, Smith & Wesson; you can see for yourself," and he proceeded to examine it.
"Where did you find this pistol?" asked the coroner of the officer.
"In the top drawer of a shaving table standing near the head of Mr. Leavenworth’s bed. It was lying in a velvet case together with a box of cartridges, one of
