The Leavenworth Case. John Curran
might have heard a footstep.’
‘Did you?’
‘I cannot swear I did.’
‘Do you think you did?’
‘Yes, I think I did. To tell the whole: I remember hearing, just as I was falling into a doze, a rustle and a footstep in the hall; but it made no impression upon me, and I dropped asleep.’
‘Well?’
‘Some time later I woke, woke suddenly, as if something had startled me, but what, a noise or move, I cannot say. I remember rising up in my bed and looking around, but hearing nothing further, soon yielded to the drowsiness which possessed me and fell into a deep sleep. I did not wake again till morning.’
Here requested to relate how and when he became acquainted with the fact of the murder, he substantiated, in all particulars, the account of the matter already given by the butler; which subject being exhausted, the coroner went on to ask if he had noted the condition of the library table after the body had been removed.
‘Somewhat; yes, sir.’
‘What was on it?’
‘The usual properties, sir, books, paper, a pen with the ink dried on it, besides the decanter and the wineglass from which he drank the night before.’
‘Nothing more?’
‘I remember nothing more.’
‘In regard to that decanter and glass,’ broke in the juryman of the watch and chain, ‘did you not say that the latter was found in the same condition in which you saw it at the time you left Mr Leavenworth sitting in his library?’
‘Yes, sir, very much.’
‘Yet he was in the habit of drinking a full glass?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘An interruption must then have ensued very close upon your departure, Mr Harwell.’
A cold bluish pallor suddenly broke out upon the young man’s face. He started, and for a moment looked as if struck by some horrible thought. ‘That does not follow, sir,’ he articulated with some difficulty. ‘Mr Leavenworth might—’ but suddenly stopped, as if too much distressed to proceed.
‘Go on, Mr Harwell, let us hear what you have to say.’
‘There is nothing,’ he returned faintly, as if battling with some strong emotion.
As he had not been answering a question, only volunteering an explanation, the coroner let it pass; but I saw more than one pair of eyes roll suspiciously from side to side, as if many there felt that some sort of clue had been offered them in this man’s emotion. The coroner, ignoring in his easy way both the emotion and the universal excitement it had produced, now proceeded to ask: ‘Do you know whether the key to the library was in its place when you left the room last night?’
‘No, sir; I did not notice.’
‘The presumption is, it was?’
‘I suppose so.’
‘At all events, the door was locked in the morning, and the key gone?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Then whoever committed this murder locked the door on passing out, and took away the key?’
‘It would seem so.’
The coroner turning, faced the jury with an earnest look. ‘Gentlemen,’ said he, ‘there seems to be a mystery in regard to this key which must be looked into.’
Immediately a universal murmur swept through the room, testifying to the acquiescence of all present. The little juryman hastily rising proposed that an instant search should be made for it; but the coroner, turning upon him with what I should denominate as a quelling look, decided that the inquest should proceed in the usual manner, till the verbal testimony was all in.
‘Then allow me to ask a question,’ again volunteered the irrepressible. ‘Mr Harwell, we are told that upon the breaking in of the library door this morning, Mr Leavenworth’s two nieces followed you into the room.’
‘One of them, sir, Miss Eleanore.’
‘Is Miss Eleanore the one who is said to be Mr Leavenworth’s sole heiress?’ the coroner here interposed.
‘No, sir, that is Miss Mary.’
‘That she gave orders,’ pursued the juryman, ‘for the removal of the body into the further room?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘And that you obeyed her by helping to carry it in?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Now, in thus passing through the rooms, did you observe anything to lead you to form a suspicion of the murderer?’
The secretary shook his head. ‘I have no suspicion,’ he emphatically said.
Somehow, I did not believe him. Whether it was the tone of his voice, the clutch of his hand on his sleeve—and the hand will often reveal more than the countenance—I felt that this man was not to be relied upon in making this assertion.
‘I should like to ask Mr Harwell a question,’ said a juryman who had not yet spoken. ‘We have had a detailed account of what looks like the discovery of a murdered man. Now, murder is never committed without some motive. Does the secretary know whether Mr Leavenworth had any secret enemy?’
‘I do not.’
‘Everyone in the house seemed to be on good terms with him?’
‘Yes, sir,’ with a little quaver of dissent in the assertion, however.
‘Not a shadow lay between him and any other member of his household, so far as you know?’
‘I am not ready to say that,’ he returned, quite distressed. ‘A shadow is a very slight thing. There might have been a shadow—’
‘Between him and whom?’
A long hesitation. ‘One of his nieces, sir.’
‘Which one?’
Again that defiant lift of the head. ‘Miss Eleanore.’
‘How long has this shadow been observable?’
‘I cannot say.’
‘You do not know the cause?’
‘I do not.’
‘Nor the extent of the feeling?’
‘No, sir.’
‘You open Mr Leavenworth’s letters?’
‘I do.’
‘Has there been anything in his correspondence of late calculated to throw any light upon this deed?’
It actually seemed as if he never would answer. Was he simply pondering over his reply, or was the man turned to stone?
‘Mr Harwell, did you hear the juryman?’ inquired the coroner.
‘Yes, sir; I was thinking.’
‘Very well, now answer.’
‘Sir,’ he replied, turning and looking the juryman full in the face, and in that way revealing his unguarded left hand to my gaze, ‘I have opened Mr Leavenworth’s letters as usual for the last two weeks, and I can think of nothing in them bearing in the least upon this tragedy.’
The man lied; I knew it instantly. The clenched hand pausing irresolute, then making up its mind to go through with the lie firmly, was enough for me.
‘Mr Harwell, this is undoubtedly true according to your judgment,’ said the coroner; ‘but Mr Leavenworth’s correspondence will have to be searched for all that.’
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