I had hitherto been so occupied with the necessary preparations for the funeral, and with instituting a search for Cat-Eye Mose, that I had scarcely had time to think, let alone map out any logical plan of action.

Radnor was so stunned by the blow that he could barely talk coherently, and as yet I had had no satisfactory interview with him.
Immediately after the Colonel's death, I had very hastily run over his private papers, but had found little to suggest a clue.

Among some old letters were several from Nannie's husband, written at the time of her sickness and death; their tone was bitter.

Could the man have accomplished a tardy revenge for past insults?
I asked myself.

But investigation showed this theory to be most untenable.