which the boy afterwards saw him take the dagger, he dispatched him; and either hearing some alarm—­perhaps the movement of the valet in the adjoining room, or from some other cause—­he dropped the knife in the bed, and was not able to find it again.  The wounds upon the hand of the dead man indicated his having caught and struggled to hold the blade of the weapon with which he was assailed.  The impression of a bloody hand thrust under the bolster, where it was Sir Wynston’s habit to place his purse and watch, when making his arrangements for the night, supplied the motive of this otherwise unaccountable atrocity.

After some brief consultation, the jury agreed upon a verdict of willful murder against John Merton, a finding of which the coroner expressed his entire approbation.

Marston, as a justice of the peace, had informations, embodying the principal part of the evidence given before the coroner, sworn against Merton, and transmitted a copy of them to the Home Office.  A reward for the apprehension of the culprit was forthwith offered, but for some months without effect.

Marston had, in the interval, written to several of Sir Wynston’s many relations, announcing the catastrophe, and requesting that steps might immediately be taken to have the body removed.  Meanwhile undertakers were busy in the chamber of death.  The corpse was enclosed in lead, and that again in cedar, and a great oak shell, covered with crimson cloth and goldheaded nails, and with a gilt plate, recording the age, title, &c. &c., of the deceased, was screwed down firmly over all.

Nearly a fortnight elapsed before any reply to Marston’s letters was received.  A short epistle at last arrived from Lord H——­, the late Sir Wynston’s uncle, deeply regretting the “sad and inexplicable occurrence,” and adding, that the will, which, on receipt of the “distressing intelligence,” was immediately opened and read, contained no direction whatever respecting the sepulture of the deceased, which had therefore better be completed as modestly and expeditiously as possible, in the neighborhood; and, in conclusion, he directed that the accounts of the undertakers, &c., employed upon the melancholy occasion, might be sent in to Mr. Skelton, who had kindly undertaken to leave London without any delay, for the purpose of completing these last arrangements, and who would, in any matter of business connected with the deceased, represent him, Lord H——­, as executor of the late baronet.

This letter was followed, in a day or two, by the arrival of Skelton, a well-dressed, languid, impertinent London tuft-hunter, a good deal faded, with a somewhat sallow and puffy face, charged with a pleasant combination at once of meanness, insolence, and sensuality—­just such a person as Sir Wynston’s parasite might have been expected to prove.