BEHIND THE SCENES The crowd dispersed rapidly, passing down the oak-lined avenue in twos and threes, engaged in animated discussion of the details of the inquest, while each one advanced some theory of his own regarding the murder.

Mr.Sutherland had taken his departure after making an appointment with Scott for the following day, and the latter now stood in one of the deep bow-windows engrossed with his own thoughts.

Suspicion had been partially diverted from himself, but only partially, as he well knew, to return like a tidal wave, deepened and intensified by personal animosity, whenever the facts he had thus far so carefully concealed should become known.

He gave little thought to this, however, except as it influenced him in planning his course of action for the next few days.
He was aroused from his revery by the sound of approaching steps, and, turning, met Mr.Whitney.
"Ah, Mr.Scott, I was just looking for you.

I thought possibly you had slipped back to the city with the crowd.