you think the time has come to remember me?"

"You, Sweetwater? I'm afraid the affair is too deep for an
inexperienced man's first effort. I shall have to send to Boston
for an expert. Another time, Sweetwater, when the complications
are less serious."

The young fellow, with a face white as milk, was turning away.

"But you'll let me stay around here?" he pleaded, pausing and
giving the other an imploring look.

"O yes," answered the good-natured coroner. "Fenton will have work
enough for you and half a dozen others. Go and tell him I sent
you."

"Thank you," returned the other, his face suddenly losing its
aspect of acute disappointment. "Now I shall see where that flower
fell," he murmured.




VI

"BREAKFAST IS SERVED, GENTLEMEN!"


Mr. Sutherland returned home. As he entered the broad hall he met
his son, Frederick. There was a look on the young man's face such