. When he ceased, he glanced round as
if feeling his innocence established.

'You gave a receipt, Mr. Ward,' said the coroner. 'Will you tell us
where it is likely to be?'

'It must be either on or in my uncle's desk, or in his pocket. Will
some one look for it? I wrote it in his memorandum book--a curious old
black shagreen book, with a silver clasp. I left it open on the desk
to dry.'

A policeman went to search for it; and the coroner asked what the entry
had been.

'July 5th, 1860. Received, L120. L. A. Ward,'--was the answer. 'You
will find it about the middle of the book, or rather past it.'

'At what time did this take place?'

'It must have been towards ten. I cannot tell exactly, but it was
later than half-past nine when I came in, and he was a good while
bringing out the money.'

The policeman returned, saying he could not find the book; and Leonard
begging to show where he had left it, the coroner and jury accompanied
him to the room. At the sight of the red stain on the desk, a
shuddering came over the boy, and a whiteness on his heated brow, nor
could he at once recover himself so as to proceed with the search,
which was still in vain; though with a voice lowered by the sickness of
horror, he pointed out the place where he had laid it, and the pen he
had used; and desk, table, drawer, and the dead man's dress were
carefully examined.

'You must know it, Sam,' said Leonard. 'Don't you remember his putting
in the cheque--old Bilson's cheque for his year's rent--twenty-five
pounds? I brought it in, and he put it away one day last week. You
were sitting there.'

Sam stammered something of 'Yes, he did recollect something of it.'

Inquiries were made of the other persons concerned with Mr. Axworthy.
Hardy thought his master used such a book, but had never seen it near;
Mrs. Giles altogether disbelieved its existence; and Sam could not be
positive--his uncle never allowed any one to touch his private
memorandums.

As, with deepened anxiety, Dr. May returned to the dining-room, he
caught a glimpse of Henry Ward's desponding face, but received a sign
not to disclose his presence. Edward Anderson wrote, and considered;
and the coroner, looking at his notes again, recurred to Leonard's
statement that he had seen some one in the yard.

'I thought it was one of the men waiting to take my cousin Axworthy's
horse. I did not know whether he had ridden or gone by train; and I
supposed that so