"Did you think that he had shot himself ?" And her horror heightened at a thought more terrible to her than all the rest.

But the constable shook his head.
"We should have found the pistol--which we can't," said he.

"But shot he is, and through the heart." "Then who could it be but thieves ?" "That's what we all want to know," said the officer; and still Rachel had no time to think about his tone; for now she was bending over the body, her white hands clenched, and agony enough in her white face.
"Look! look!" she cried, beckoning to them all.

"He was wearing his watch last night; that I can swear; and it has gone!" "You are sure he was wearing it ?" asked the same constable, approaching.
"Absolutely certain." "Well, if that's so," said he, "and it can't be found, it will be a point in your favor." Rachel sprang upright, her wet eyes wide with pure astonishment.
"In my favor ?" she cried.

"Will you have the goodness to explain yourself ?" The constables were standing on either side of her now.
"Well," replied the spokesman of the pair, "I don't like the way that window's broken, for one thing, and if you look at it you'll see what I mean.