vision.

"I haven't a theory. I KNOW who murdered Joseph Lenman."

Ascham settled himself comfortably in his chair, prepared for
enjoyment.

"You KNOW? Well, who did?" he laughed.

"I did," said Granice, rising.

He stood before Ascham, and the lawyer lay back staring up at
him. Then he broke into another laugh.

"Why, this is glorious! You murdered him, did you? To inherit
his money, I suppose? Better and better! Go on, my boy!
Unbosom yourself! Tell me all about it! Confession is good for
the soul."

Granice waited till the lawyer had shaken the last peal of
laughter from his throat; then he repeated doggedly: "I murdered
him."

The two men looked at each other for a long moment, and this time
Ascham did not laugh.

"Granice!"

"I murdered him--to get his money, as you say."