"The 13th! Why, man, that was the day she was missed."
"Yes. Mr. Belford was with her that day, and perhaps he can explain her disappearance."
The prisoner groaned in abject terror and misery. He saw it all now. His dream pictures were explained. His defeat and detection were accomplished through the young man's science. That he should have been overthrown by such simple means filled him with mortification and anger.
"You shall have the picture, Mr. Sheriff. You may need it at the trial. And now for the will."
The room became again dark, and the figures on the wall stood out sharp and distinct on the sheet. Then the picture faded away, and in its place appeared writing—letters in black upon white ground:
"Salmon Falls, June 1, 1863.
"I, Edward Denny, do hereby leave and bequeath to my son, John Denny, all of my property, both real and personal. All other wills I have made are hereby annulled. My near death prevents a more formal will.
"Edward Denny.
"Witness:
"John Maxwell, M.D."
"My father's will. Thank——"
There was a heavy fall, and Elmer opened his lantern quickly. It was too much for the old man. He had fallen upon the floor insensible.