It was for this purpose I ordered the casket opened, and thrust my fingers through the flowers I found there.

When my fingers touched my sister's brow, I inwardly swore never to taste liquor again.

I have kept that oath.

Difficult as it was, in my state of mind, and with all my troubles, I have kept it--and been misunderstood in doing so," he added, in lower tones, and with just a touch of bitterness.
It was such an unexpected explanation, and so calculated to cause a decided and favourable reaction in the minds of those who had looked upon this especial act of his as an irrefutable proof of guilt, that it was but natural that some show of public feeling should follow.

But this was checked almost immediately, and Mr.Moffat's voice was heard rising again in his strange but telling examination: "When you thrust your hand in to take this oath, did you drop anything into your sister's casket ?" "I did not.