Then he bent forward over the corpse, and took from around the neck a string to which a little cheap locket was attached.
"He always wore that, poor boy," said one of the men.
Deever turned to where Dr. Jarvis stood. The face of the doctor was whiter than paper, as the moon shone down upon it.
"What do you say now, Jarvis?" said Deever, coldly. "Do you confess your crime?"
The doctor recovered himself with a mighty effort.
"No," he cried. "I deny all responsibility for this man's death."
CHAPTER V.
THE BODY ON THE SLAB.
Nobody seemed to be much impressed by Jarvis' declaration of innocence.