"Yes, sir; or both together."

"Is any one suspected of the crime?"

The man hesitated a moment, and looked as if uncertain what to
reply, then, as he set his jaw squarely, he said:

"Not as I knows on, sir."

"Tell me something of the town," I observed next, feeling that it
was better to ask no more vital questions of a servant.

We were driving along streets of great beauty. Large and
handsome dwellings, each set in the midst of extensive and
finely-kept grounds, met the view on either aide. Elaborate
entrances opened the way to wide sweeps of driveway circling
green velvety lawns adorned with occasional shrubs or
flower-beds. The avenues were wide, and bordered with trees
carefully set out and properly trimmed. The streets were in fine
condition, and everything betokened a community, not only
wealthy, but intelligent and public-spirited. Surely West
Sedgwick was a delightful location for the homes of wealthy New
York business men.

"Well, sir," said the coachman, with unconcealed pride, "Mr.
Crawford was the head of everything in the place. His is the
handsomest house and the grandest grounds. Everybody respected
him and looked up to him. He hadn't an enemy in the world."