The Leavenworth Case | Page 6

up his hat left the room. Another moment, and the front door
closed on him, and a wild halloo from the crowd of urchins without
told of his appearance in the street. Sitting where I did, I had a full view
of the corner. Looking out, I saw the officer stop there, hail a cab,
hastily enter it, and disappear in the direction of Broadway.

III. FACTS AND DEDUCTIONS
"Confusion now hath made his master-piece; Most sacrilegious murder
hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stolen thence The life
of the building." --Macbeth.
TURNING my attention back into the room where I was, I found the
coroner consulting a memorandum through a very impressive pair of
gold eye-glasses.
"Is the butler here?" he asked.
Immediately there was a stir among the group of servants in the corner,
and an intelligent-looking, though somewhat pompous, Irishman
stepped out from their midst and confronted the jury. "Ah," thought I to
myself, as my glance encountered his precise whiskers, steady eye, and
respectfully attentive, though by no means humble, expression, "here is
a model servant, who is likely to prove a model witness." And I was not
mistaken; Thomas, the butler, was in all respects one in a
thousand--and he knew it.
The coroner, upon whom, as upon all others in the room, he seemed to
have made the like favorable impression, proceeded without hesitation
to interrogate him.
"Your name, I am told, is Thomas Dougherty?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, Thomas, how long have you been employed in your present
situation?"
"It must be a matter of two years now, sir."
"You are the person who first discovered the body of Mr.
Leavenworth?"
"Yes, sir; I and Mr. Harwell."

"And who is Mr. Harwell?"
"Mr. Harwell is Mr. Leavenworth's private secretary, sir; the one who
did his writing."
"Very good. Now at what time of the day or night did you make this
discovery?"
"It was early, sir; early this morning, about eight."
"And where?"
"In the library, sir, off Mr. Leavenworth's bedroom. We had forced our
way in, feeling anxious about his not coming to breakfast."
"You forced your way in; the door was locked, then?"
"Yes, sir."
"On the inside?"
"That I cannot tell; there was no key in the door."
"Where was Mr. Leavenworth lying when you first found him?"
"He was not lying, sir. He was seated at the large table in the centre of
his room, his back to the bedroom door, leaning forward, his head on
his hands."
"How was he dressed?"
"In his dinner suit, sir, just as he came from the table last night."
"Were there any evidences in the room that a struggle had taken
place?"
"No, sir."
"Any pistol on the floor or table?"

"No, sir?"
"Any reason to suppose that robbery had been attempted?"
"No, sir. Mr. Leavenworth's watch and purse were both in his pockets."
Being asked to mention who were in the house at the time of the
discovery, he replied, "The young ladies, Miss Mary Leavenworth and
Miss Eleanore, Mr. Harwell, Kate the cook, Molly the upstairs girl, and
myself."
"The usual members of the household?"
"Yes, sir."
"Now tell me whose duty it is to close up the house at night."
"Mine, sir."
"Did you secure it as usual, last night?"
"I did, sir."
"Who unfastened it this morning?"
"I, sir."
"How did you find it?"
"Just as I left it."
"What, not a window open nor a door unlocked?"
"No, sir."
By this time you could have heard a pin drop. The certainty that the
murderer, whoever he was, had not left the house, at least till after it
was opened in the morning, seemed to weigh upon all minds.
Forewarned as I had been of the fact, I could not but feel a certain

degree of emotion at having it thus brought before me; and, moving so
as to bring the butler's face within view, searched it for some secret
token that he had spoken thus emphatically in order to cover up some
failure of duty on his own part. But it was unmoved in its candor, and
sustained the concentrated gaze of all in the room like a rock.
Being now asked when he had last seen Mr. Leavenworth alive, he
replied, "At dinner last night."
"He was, however, seen later by some of you?"
"Yes, sir; Mr. Harwell says he saw him as late as half-past ten in the
evening."
"What room do you occupy in this house?"
"A little one on the basement floor."
"And where do the other members of the household sleep?"
"Mostly on the third floor, sir; the ladies in the large back rooms, and
Mr. Harwell in the little one in front. The girls sleep above."
"There was no one on the same floor