A Chain of Evidence. Wells Carolyn

our search."

      I offered first in evidence the memorandum of money and the rubber band still around it. The slight crumpling of the paper, seemed to show a hasty removal of the money, – if money had been enclosed.

      "This seems to me to be of decided importance," commented Mr. Ross; "indeed, unless some member of the household can throw light on the matter, I shall conclude that a sum of money was stolen from Mr. Pembroke, and that the robbery constituted the motive for either previous or subsequent murder."

      This seemed to me both rational and logical, and I waited with interest the next questions.

      Mr. Ross first addressed Miss Pembroke.

      "Do you know anything concerning this money?" he inquired, simply.

      Janet Pembroke was sitting on a sofa, next to Laura. As, with the exception of the colored servant, they were the only women present, Laura assumed the attitude of chaperon and protector to the young girl. And it was doubtless due to my sister's sympathy and support, that Miss Pembroke was preserving a calm demeanor. But at the Coroner's question, she became greatly agitated. She trembled, and her fingers grasped nervously at Laura's arm as she stammered a reply.

      "I – I – I know that Uncle Robert had a large sum of money in his possession yesterday."

      "Where did he get it?"

      "His lawyer, Mr. Leroy, brought it to him night before last."

      "Was it as much as ten thousand dollars, as this memorandum seems to indicate?"

      "I – I – I think it was."

      What was the matter with the girl? If she had stolen the money herself, she could not have acted more guiltily embarrassed. To me, the idea of theft in connection with Janet Pembroke was absurd, but I could readily see from the countenances of the men about me, that the situation impressed them quite otherwise.

      "Was Mr. Pembroke in the habit of keeping such large sums of money in the house?"

      "No; it was most unusual."

      "How, then, did it happen in this instance?"

      "I am not quite sure;" and now Miss Pembroke looked anxious and puzzled, rather than frightened, as she had appeared before, "I think he expected a man to come to see him, to whom he would pay the money."

      "Do you know the name of this man?"

      "It was, – no, – I do not."

      I think no one present believed this statement. It was made with too much hesitation and uncertainty.

      "Are you sure, Miss Pembroke that you do not know the name of the man for whom your uncle intended the money?"

      The girl's uncertainty appeared to vanish. "I do not!" she cried; "my uncle was not in the habit of confiding to me his business matters. But he often spoke in loud tones, and quite unintentionally I overheard a few words between him and Mr. Leroy, which gave me the impression that he intended the money for some man who would soon call to receive it."

      "Do you know anything concerning this money?" Mr. Ross then said, addressing his question to George Lawrence.

      The young man had been sitting watching his cousin in silence. He seemed absorbed in deep thought and roused himself suddenly as the Coroner spoke to him.

      "No," he said, with an air of detachment from the whole affair; "I know nothing at all of these matters. I saw my uncle for a few moments yesterday afternoon, but he said nothing to me about money, or his financial affairs of any sort."

      "Did you see your uncle in his own room?" I asked, of Mr. Lawrence.

      "Yes," he replied giving me a glance, which, though coldly polite, seemed to resent my interference. But I was not to be baffled in my intent.

      "Was his desk open when you were there?" I went on.

      "I didn't notice definitely, but it is usually open. Indeed, I think I have never seen it closed."

      "And did you see a large roll of bills in it?" I relentlessly pursued.

      "I did not; nor should I have remarked it if I had. If my uncle chose to be careless with his cash it was not my affair."

      "It is possible the money may yet be found," observed the coroner; "Mr. Pembroke may have put it away more safely. Search must be made for it, but at present we will continue our verbal evidence. Mr. Landon, what else did you find in your search?"

      "I found this time-table," I replied, feeling a little foolish as I gave it to the Coroner.

      "H'm, local trains on the Lackawanna," he murmured, as he glanced at it; "Miss Pembroke, is this likely to have belonged to your uncle?"

      Again the girl became agitated. "I think not," she said; "no, it couldn't have been his. Uncle Robert never went out anywhere. Why should he have a time-table?"

      "Is it your own?"

      "No; I have not travelled on that road for a long time, and have had no thought of doing so."

      Then the Coroner turned to Charlotte. "Do you know anything about this?" he asked; "have you ever seen it before?"

      "Laws, no!" replied the colored woman, rolling her eyes distractedly. "I nebber trabbels myself, and Marse Pembroke, he nebber trabbled outside de do'. And Miss Janet she ain't nebber been trabblin' since I'se been here – dat I knows on."

      "Then it would seem," said Mr. Ross, "that this time-table must have been left in the room by some outsider. Do you know anything of it, Mr. Lawrence?"