He was still living in the little Kansas village where she had died, had married again, and become a peaceful plodding citizen.

It required all his present energy to support his wife and children--I dare say the brief episode of his first marriage had almost faded from his mind.

There was not the slightest chance that he could be implicated.
I sifted the papers again, thoroughly and painstakingly, but found nothing that would throw any light upon the mystery.

While I was still engaged with this task, a message came from the coroner saying that the formal inquest would begin at ten o'clock the next morning in the Kennisburg court-house.

This gave me no chance to plan any sort of campaign, and I could do little more than let matters take their course.
I hoped however that in the progress of the inquest, some clue would be brought to light which would render Radnor's being remanded for trial impossible.
So far, I had to acknowledge, the evidence against him appeared overwhelming.