The result of this publicity was that the city authorities set on foot an investigation which soon brought Wentworth, Crofts, and Berkeley under suspicion.

The sheriffs, however, kept their suspicions to themselves, and I heard only faint whispers of what was going on.
After the funeral Lady Wentworth invited Frances to be her guest for a week or two, and upon my advice the invitation was accepted.
Two or three days after the funeral, while Frances and I were walking out together, she complained of young Wentworth's attentions.
"To-day he put his arm about me," she said, laughing, though indignant.
"And what did you say and do ?" I asked.
"I simply remarked that I disliked the touch of half-witted persons, whereupon he declared that he had wit enough to be offended.

Then I told him he should thank heaven for the small favor and pray God to help him use it." After cautioning her to secrecy, I told her of the ugly whispers that were abroad connecting young Wentworth, Crofts, and Berkeley with the murder of old Roger.
"No, no!" she cried, greatly agitated.

"I saw the two men who did it.

I saw them in the light of Noah's lanthorn.