What should be done with it?
Should he let his employer know at once of the proof which he now held against him?
Or should he hold it for a few days and await developments?
It was nearly three o'clock when he was aroused from his abstraction by a slight sound, as of stealthy footsteps in the rear of the house.
He listened intently for a moment, but hearing nothing further and discovering the lateness of the hour, he hastily extinguished the light and, too exhausted and weary to undress, threw himself as he was upon a couch and was soon sleeping heavily.
The sun was shining brightly into his room, when Harry Scott was awakened the next morning by a woman's scream, followed by cries and sobs and a confused sound of running to and fro.

Almost before he could collect his thoughts, he heard steps approaching his room, and, rising, hastily exchanged the smoking-jacket in which he had slept for a coat.

He had barely time to make the change when there was a loud knock, and some one called his name in quick, sharp tones.
Opening the door, he saw Mr.Whitney standing before him, while in the background servants were running in different directions, wringing their bands and moaning and crying hysterically.
"Mr.Scott," said the attorney, in tones trembling with excitement, "come to the tower-room at once.

Mr.Mainwaring has been murdered!" "Mr.Mainwaring murdered!" he exclaimed, reeling for an instant as if from a blow.

"Great heavens! it cannot be possible!" "It is terrible, but a fact, nevertheless," replied Mr.Whitney; "he was murdered last night in his private rooms." "How and when was it discovered ?" Scott inquired, his mind still dazed by the wild torrent of thought surging through his brain as he recalled the events of the previous night.
"Hardy, his valet, was the first to discover it this morning.