Alma took her father's hand and kneeled upon the floor beside him as if to aid and comfort him.
"Now, John, set that candle just outside the door in the entry."
A sense of awe and fear fell on them all as the room became dark, and none save the young son of science dared breathe. Suddenly a round spot of light fell on the sheet, and its glare illuminated the room dimly.
"Before I show the will, Mr. Sheriff, I wish you to see a photo that may be of use to you in that little matter in the village of which you were speaking."
Two dusky figures slid over the disk of light. They grew more and more distinct.
"Great God! It's Alice Green!"
A passion of weeping filled the room, and Elmer opened the lantern, and the room became light. Alma, with her head bent upon her father's knee, was bathed in tears.
"Poor, poor lost Alice!"
"And the fellow with her? Who is he?" cried the sheriff.
"That is Mr. Belford—Mr. Lawrence Belford," said Elmer with cool confidence. "That picture was taken through a telescope from my room on the morning of the 13th."