My first glance about the room the next morning, showed me only too plainly what direction the inquiry¹ was going to take. In the farther corner half hidden by Mattison's broad back sat Clancy, the Washington detective. I recognized him with an angry feeling of discouragement. If we were to have his version of the stolen bonds, Radnor's last hope of gaining public sympathy was gone.
 
Radnor was the first person to be called to the stand. He had not noticed the detective, and I did not have a chance to inform him of his presence. The coroner plunged² immediately into the question of the robbery and the ha'nt, and it was only too evident from Radnor's troubled eyes that it was a subject he did not wish to talk about.
 
"You have recently had a robbery at your house, Mr. Gaylord?"
 
 
"Yes."
 
"Please describe just what was stolen."
 
"Five bonds—Government four per cents—a bag of coin—about twenty dollars in all—and two deeds and an insurance policy."
 
"You have not been able to trace the thief?"
 
"No."
 
"In spite of every effort?"
 
"Well, we naturally looked into the matter."
 
"But you have been able to form no theory as to how the bonds were stolen?"
 
"No, I have no theory whatever."
 
"You employed a detective I believe?"
 
"Yes."
 
"And he arrived at no theory?"
 
Radnor hesitated visibly while he framed an answer.
 
"He arrived at no theory which successfully covered the facts."
 
"But he did have a theory as to the whereabouts of the bonds, did he not?"
 
"Yes—but it was without any foundation and I prefer not to go into it."
 
The coroner abandoned the point. "Mr. Gaylord, there has lately been a rumor³ among the negroes working at your place, in regard to the appearance of a ghost, has there not?"
 
"Yes."
 
"Can you offer any light on the subject?"
 
"The negroes are superstitious⁴ and easily frightened, when the rumor of a ghost gets started it grows. The most of the stories existed only in their own imaginations."
 
"You believe then that there was no foundation whatever to any of the stories?"
 
"I should rather not go into that."
 
"Mr. Gaylord, do you believe that the ghost had any connection with the robbery?"
 
"No, I do not."
 
"Do you think that the ghost had any connection with the murder of your father?"
 
"No!" said Radnor.
 
"That is all, Mr. Gaylord.—James Clancy."
 
At the name Radnor suddenly raised his head and half turned back as if to speak, but thinking better of it, he resumed his chair and watched the approach of the detective with an angry frown. Clancy did not glance at Radnor, but gave his evidence in a quick incisive⁵ way which forced the breathless attention of every one in the room. He told without interruption the story of his arrival at Four-Pools and his conclusions in regard to the ha'nt and the theft; he omitted, however, all mention of the letter.
 
"Am I to understand that you never made your conclusions known to Colonel Gaylord?" the coroner asked.
 
"No, I had been employed by him, but I thought under the circumstances it was kinder to leave him in ignorance."
 
"That was a generous stand to take. I suppose you lost something in the way of a fee?"
 
The detective looked slightly uncomfortable over the question.
 
"Well, no, as it happened I didn't. There was a sort of cousin—Mr. Crosby"—he nodded toward me—"visiting in the house and he footed the bill. He seemed to think the young man hadn't intended to steal, and that it would be pleasanter all around if I left it for them to settle between themselves."
 
"I protest!" I cried. "I distinctly stated my conviction that Radnor Gaylord knew nothing of the bonds, and I paid him to get rid of him because I did not wish him troubling Colonel Gaylord with any such made-up story."
 
"Mr. Clancy is testifying," observed the coroner. "Now, Mr. Clancy, as I understand it, you discovered as you supposed the guilty man, and instead of going to your employer with the story and receiving your pay from him, you accepted it from the person you had accused—or at least from his friend?"
 
"I've explained the circumstances; it was a mere⁷ matter of accommodation."
 
"I suppose you know what such accommodation is called?"
 
"If you mean it was blackmail⁸—that's false! At least," he added, quickly relapsing into good nature, "it was a mighty⁹ generous kind of blackmail. I could have got my pay fast enough from the Colonel but I didn't want to stir up trouble. We all know that it isn't the innocent who pay blackmail," he added parenthetically.
 
"Do you mean to insinuate¹⁰ that Mr. Crosby is implicated¹¹?"
 
"Lord no! He's as innocent as a lamb. Young Gaylord was too smart for him; he hoodwinked him as well as the Colonel into believing the bonds were stolen while he was out of the house."
 
A smile ran around the room and the detective was excused. I sprang to my fee............