"Then who did? It must have been one or the other of you two."
"Or both of them," whispered Inspector McCausland to John Davidson, but the marshal shook his head.
"It is a mystery I cannot solve," said Harry Arnold.
"Let us help you, then. You testified before that you never corresponded with Ellen Greeley?"
"Why should I correspond with the girl?"
"In order that she might sell you what information she could overhear about your uncle's will."
Shagarach brought his face closer to Harry's and his eyes seemed to blaze like searchlights, illuminating the depths of the young man's soul.
"Will you kindly read that aloud?" The lawyer handed his witness a letter. Harry glanced it over curiously, then read:
"'The peddler has not come for two days, so I send you this by a trustworthy messenger. As I wrote you in my last, the professor said in the study: "Harry gets his deserts." That was all I could hear. Only he and Mr. Robert talked for a long time afterward. The will is in the safe in the study. If I hear anything more I will let you know, and please send me the money you promised me soon.'"
"Whose handwriting is that?" asked Shagarach.