And you went to Philadelphia today?
Yes, I left there at three and reached New York at five. I intended coming here this evening, but when Miss Trowbridge telephoned me soon after six, I came right up at once.
Well, I think Ill go now, for I may dig up something of importance at the police station, and Ill be here tomorrow for the inquest at ten or thereabouts.
As Coroner Berg left, the men from the undertakers arrived, and the trying session with them had to be gone through.
But I cant make arrangements about the funeral now, said poor Avice, breaking down again. Why, I cant even realize Uncle Rowly is dead, and
Never mind, my dear, said Mrs. Black, dont try to. Go to your room now, and leave the funeral matters to me. I will arrange everything, and Judge Hoyt will assist me with his advice.
Indeed you wont, said Avice, spiritedly: I suppose I am still my uncles niece. And I prefer to be consulted about the last rites for him.
Then stay by all means, and Mrs. Blacks voice was honey-sweet. I only meant to save you a harrowing experience. She turned to the suave young man who had with him a book of pictured caskets, and was soon deeply interested in the choice of shape, style and number of handles that seemed to her most desirable.
Avice looked at her with aversion. It seemed to the girl almost ghoulish to show such absorption in a question of the quality of black cloth, or the lettering on the name-plate.
But it must be decided, said Mrs. Black. Of course, we want the best of everything, and it is the last honor we can pay to dear Mr. Trowbridge. You should be very thankful, Avice, that you have me here to assist and advise you. You are too young and inexperienced to attend to these matters. Isnt that so, Judge Hoyt?
It seems so to me, Mrs. Black. These selections must be made, and surely you are showing good taste and judgment.
Very well, returned Avice. Go on, and get whatever you like. As for me, Im far more concerned in hunting down my uncles murderer. And I doubt if that coroner man will do it. Hes a perfect lump! Hell never find out anything!
Why, Avice, remonstrated Hoyt, what could he find out tonight? It is a mysterious affair, and as we here know nothing of the crime, how could Mr. Berg discover anything from us?
But he has no brains, no intelligence, no ingenuity!
Coroners rarely have. It is their province only to question and learn the circumstances. Sleuthing is what you have in mind, and that must be done by detectives.
I know it, cried Avice, eagerly; thats what I said at first. Oh, Leslie, wont you get the very best detectives there are and put them on the case at once?
Wait a moment, Avice, said Mrs. Black, coldly. I am not sure you are in absolute authority here. I have something to say in the decisions.
But surely, Mrs. Black, you want to spare no pains and no expense to learn who killed Uncle Rowly!
You talk very glibly of expense, my dear Avice. Until your uncles will is read, how do you know who will be in a position to bear these expenses you are so ready to incur?
Avice looked at the older woman with scorn. I dont quite follow you, she said, slowly; but surely, whoever inherits my uncles fortune, owes first the duty of bringing his murderer to justice!
Leslie Hoyt looked very grave. As Mr. Trowbridges lawyer, he said, I know the contents of the will. It will be read after the funeral. Until then, I am not at liberty to disclose it. I must go now, as I have some investigations to make myself. By the way, Avice, I brought home a Philadelphia afternoon paper, and it contains a glowing account of the début of your friend, Rosalie Banks. But, perhaps, you dont care to see it, now?
Yes, leave it, said Avice, apathetically; I am fond of Rosalie and Id like to look it over.
Hoyt found the paper where he had left it on the hall table, and gave it to her, and then with a sympathetic, but unobtrusive pressure of her hand, the lawyer went away and the doctor also.
May I look at that Philadelphia paper a moment? asked Mrs. Black, I want to see an advertisement.
Certainly, here it is, and Avice passed it over. Just think of Rosalie having her coming-out party just now while Im in such sadness. We were at school together, and though younger than I, she was always one of my favorites.
You didnt care to go to the party?
No it was yesterday, and I had that luncheon engagement here, you know. And oh, Eleanor, isnt it fortunate I am here and not in Philadelphia!
Why? You cant do anything.
I know it. But it would have been awful to be away making merry when uncle was was breathing his last! Who do you suppose did it?
Some highway robber, of course. I always told your uncle he ought not to go off, in those lonely woods all by himself. He ran a risk every time. And now the tragedy has occurred.
It doesnt seem like a highway robber to use a dagger. They always have a club or a what do they call it? a blackjack.
You seem to know a lot about such things, Avice. Well, Im going to my room, and youd better do the same. Weve a hard day before us tomorrow. I think its dreadful to have an inquest here. I thought they always held them in the court-room or some such place.
They do, sometimes. Inquests are informal affairs. The coroner just asks anybody, hit or miss, anything he can think of. Thats why I wish we had a cleverer coroner than that Berg person. I cant bear him.
I dont care what hes like, if hell only get the scene over. Shall we have to be present?
Gracious! You couldnt keep me away. I want to hear every word and see if theres any clue to the truth.
The two went up to their rooms, but neither could sleep. Avice sat in an easy chair by her open window, wondering and pondering as to who could have been the criminal. Mrs. Black, on the other hand, thought only of herself and her own future.
She was a very beautiful woman, with finely cut features and raven black hair, which she wore in glossy smooth waves partly over her small ears. Her eyes were large and black and her mouth was scarlet and finely curved. She was of Italian parentage, though born in America. Her husband had been a New York lawyer, but dying, left her in greatly straitened circumstances and she had gladly accepted the position of housekeeper in the Trowbridge home. At first, she had rejected the advances of Rowland Trowbridge, thinking she preferred a younger and gayer man. But the kindness and generosity of her employer finally won her heart, or her judgment, and she had promised to marry him. It is quite certain, however, that Eleanor Black would never have come to this decision, had it not been for Rowland Trowbridges wealth.
Late into the night, Avice sat thinking. It seemed to her that she must by some means ferret out the facts of the case, must find the dastardly villain who killed her uncle and let justice mete out his punishment. But where to turn for knowledge, she had no idea.
Her mind turned to what Mr. Berg had said about enemies. It couldnt be possible that either of the men she had mentioned could be implicated, but mightnt there be some one else? Perhaps some one she had never heard of. Then the impulse seized her to go down to her uncles library, and look over his recent letters. She might learn something of importance. Not for a moment did she hesitate to do this, for she knew she was the principal heir to his fortune, and the right to the house and its contents was practically hers.