the question itself? "No, sir! she never confided her secrets to my keeping."
"Then you cannot tell us where she would be likely to go upon leaving this house?"
"Certainly not."
"Miss Leavenworth, we are obliged to put another question to you. We are told it was by your order your uncle’s body was removed from where it was found, into the next room."
She bowed her head.
"Did n’t you know it to be improper for you or any one else to disturb the body of a person found dead, except in the presence and under the authority of the proper officer?"
"I did not consult my knowledge, sir, in regard to the subject: only my feelings."
"Then I suppose it was your feelings which prompted you to remain standing by the table at which he was murdered, instead of following the body in and seeing it properly deposited? Or perhaps," he went on, with relentless sarcasm, "you were too much interested, just then, in the piece of paper you took away, to think much of the proprieties of the occasion?"
"Paper?" lifting her head with determination. "Who says I took a piece of paper from the table?"
"One witness has sworn to seeing you bend over the table upon which several papers lay strewn; another, to meeting you a few minutes later in the hall just as you were putting a piece of paper into your pocket. The inference follows, Miss Leavenworth."
This was a home thrust, and we looked to see some show of agitation, but her haughty lip never quivered.
"You have drawn the inference, and you must prove the fact."