"I don't know. He must have committed suicide."

"Don't think you are going to escape in that way. I won't rest till I
see you hung!"

"I wish I had never entered the house," thought Carl, uncomfortably.
"I would rather have gone hungry for twenty four hours longer than find
myself in such a position."

Half an hour passed. Then a sound of voices was heard outside, and half
a dozen men entered, including besides the messenger, the constable and
a physician.

"Why was he not cut down?" asked the doctor, hastily. "There might have
been a chance to resuscitate him."

"I didn't think of it," said the messenger. "Maria was so excited, and
insisted that the boy murdered him."

"What boy?"

Carl was pointed out.

"That boy? What nonsense!" exclaimed Dr. Park. "Why, it would be more
than you or I could do to overpower and hang a man weighing one hundred
and seventy-five pounds."

"That's what I thought, but Maria seemed crazed like."

"I tell you he did it! Are you going to let him go, the red-handed