"Houseman! yes. He knew my poor , I mean he knew Clarke; he said Clarke was in his debt when he left the town so suddenly."
The old man shook his head mysteriously, and looked round. "I will tell you," said he, laying his hand on Walter's arm, and speaking in his ear—"I would not accuse any one wrongfully, but I have my doubts that Houseman murdered him."
"Great God!" murmured Walter, clinging to a post for support. "Go on—heed me not—heed me not—for mercy's sake go on."
"Nay, I know nothing certain—nothing certain, believe me," said the old man, shocked at the effect his words had produced: "it may be better than I think for, and my reasons are not very strong, but you shall hear them.
"Mr. Clarke, you know, came to this town to receive a legacy—you know the particulars."
Walter impatiently nodded assent.
"Well, though he seemed in poor health, he was a lively careless man, who liked any company
