You are named in it conjointly with myself as executor.

All the property is left to her, poor thing, and his children.

We must endeavour to find it somewhere--at any rate the children are secure; they are the only heirs--he had not, to my knowledge, a single white relative.

But let us go in and see the bodies." They walked together into the back room where the bodies were lying.

Mrs.
Garie was stretched upon the sofa, covered with a piano cloth; and her husband was laid upon a long table, with a silk window-curtain thrown across his face.
The two gazed in silence on the face of Mr.Garie--the brow was still knit, the eyes staring vacantly, and the marble whiteness of the face unbroken, save by a few gouts of blood near a small blue spot over the eye where the bullet had entered.
"He was the best-hearted creature in the world," said Walters, as he re-covered the face.
"Won't you look at her ?" asked Mr.Balch.
"No, no--I can't," continued Walters; "I've seen horrors enough for one morning.