t tell you. I don't know as any one can. My remembrances in
regard to him are of the vaguest character."

"Five thousand dollars is regarded as no mean sum in a town like this,"
quoth Mr. Byrd, carelessly.

"I know it. She is called quite rich by many. How she got her money no
one knows; for when she first came here she was so poor she had to eat
and sleep all in one room. Mr. Orcutt paid her something for his daily
dinner, of course, but that could not have enabled her to put ten
dollars in the bank as she has done every week for the last ten years.
And to all appearances she has done nothing else for her living. You
see, we have paid attention to her affairs, if she has paid none to
ours."

Mr. Byrd again remembered that scrap of a letter which had been shown
him by the coroner, and thought to himself that their knowledge was in
all probability less than they supposed.

"Who was that horrid crone I saw shouldering herself through the crowd
that collected around the gate yesterday?" was his remark, however. "Do
you remember a wizen, toothless old wretch, whose eye has more of the
Evil One in it than that of many a young thief you see locked up in the
county jails?"

"No; that is, I wonder if you mean Sally Perkins. She is old enough and
ugly enough to answer your description; and, now I think of it, she
_has_ a way of leering at you as you go by that is slightly suggestive
of a somewhat bitter knowledge of the world. What makes you ask about
her?"

"Because she attracted my attention, I suppose. You must remember that I
don't know any of these people, and that an especially vicious-looking
person like her would be apt to awaken my curiosity."

"I see, I see; but, in this case, I doubt if it leads to much. Old Sally
is a hard one, no doubt. But I don't believe she ever contemplated a
murder, much less accomplished it. It would take too much courage, to
say nothing of strength. It was a man's hand struck that blow, Mr.
Byrd."

"Yes," was the quick reply--a reply given somewhat too quickly, perhaps,
for it made Mr. Ferris look up inquiringly at the young man.

"You take considerable interest in the affair," he remarked, shortly.
"Well, I do not wonder. Even my old blood has been somewhat fired by its
peculiar features. I foresee that your detective instinct will soon lead
you to risk a run at the game."

"Ah, then, you see no objection to my trying for the scent, if the
coroner persists in demanding it?" inqu