"Aught foul or underhand, I'll right thee!--by God, I will!" Then he stooped lower and kissed the dead man's cheek, and pressed the still hands.

It was with an effort that he turned away and regained his self-command--and it was in that moment that his eyes, slightly blurred as they were, caught sight of an object which lay half-concealed by a corner of the hearth-rug--a glittering, shining object, which threw back the gleam of the still burning electric light.

He strode across the room and picked it up--the gold buckle of a woman's shoe, studded with real, if tiny, diamonds..