obvious that life had been destroyed by the blow of the bludgeon. He even raises the aged arm, that he may not fail in his aim at the heart, and replaces it again over the wounds of the poniard! To finish the picture, he explores the wrist for the pulse! He feels for it, and ascertains that it beats no longer! It is accomplished! The deed is done. (f) He retreats, retraces his steps to the window, passes out through it as he came in, and escapes. (g) He has done the murder—no eye has seen him, no ear has heard him. The secret is his own, and is safe!
(3) (a) Ah! gentlemen, that was a dreadful mistake. Such a secret can be safe nowhere. The whole creation of God has neither nook nor corner, where the guilty can bestow it, and say that it is safe. Not to speak of that eye which glances through all
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