"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?"