The Leavenworth Case

The Leavenworth Case
by Anna Katherine Green

BOOK I. THE PROBLEM
I. "A GREAT CASE"
II. THE CORONER'S INQUEST
III. FACTS AND DEDUCTIONS
IV. A CUTS
V. EXPERT TESTIMONY
VI. SIDE-LIGHTS
VII. MARY LEAVENWORTH
VIII. CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE
IX. A DISCOVERY
X. MR. GRYCE RECEIVES NEW IMPETUS
XI. THE SUMMONS
XII. ELEANORES
XIII. THE PROBLEM
BOOK II. HENRY CLAVERING
XIV. MR. GRYCE AT HOME

XV. WAYS OPENING
XVI. THE WILL OF A MILLIONAIRE
XVII. THE BEGINNING OF GREAT SURPRISES
XVIII. ON THE STAIRS
XIX. IN MY OFFICE
XX. "TRUEMAN! TRUEMAN! TRUEMAN!"
XXI. A PREJUDICE
XXII. PATCH-WORK
XXIII. THE STORY OF A CHARMING WOMAN
XXIV. A REPORT FOLLOWED BY SMOKE
XXV. TIMOTHY COOK
XXVI. MR. GRYCE EXPLAINS HIMSELF
BOOK III. HANNAH
XXVII. AMY BELDEN
XXVIII. A WEIRD EXPERIENCE
XXIX. THE MISSING WITNESS
XXX. BURNED PAPER
XXXI. "Thereby hangs a tale."
XXXII. MRS. BELDEN'S NARRATIVE
XXXIII. UNEXPECTED TESTIMONY

BOOK IV. THE PROBLEM SOLVED
XXXIV. MR. GRYCE RESUMES CONTROL
XXXV. FINE WORK
XXXVI. GATHERED THREADS
XXXVII. CULMINATION
XXXVIII. A FULL CONFESSION
XXXIX. THE OUTCOME OF A GREAT CRIME

BOOK I. THE PROBLEM
I. "A GREAT CASE"
"A deed of dreadful note." --Macbeth.
I HAD been a junior partner in the firm of Veeley, Carr & Raymond,
attorneys and counsellors at law, for about a year, when one morning,
in the temporary absence of both Mr. Veeley and Mr. Carr, there came
into our office a young man whose whole appearance was so indicative
of haste and agitation that I involuntarily rose at his approach and
impetuously inquired:
"What is the matter? You have no bad news to tell, I hope."
"I have come to see Mr. Veeley; is he in?"
"No," I replied; "he was unexpectedly called away this morning to
Washington; cannot be home before to-morrow; but if you will make
your business known to me----"
"To you, sir?" he repeated, turning a very cold but steady eye on mine;
then, seeming to be satisfied with his scrutiny, continued, "There is no
reason why I shouldn't; my business is no secret. I came to inform him

that Mr. Leavenworth is dead."
"Mr. Leavenworth!" I exclaimed, falling back a step. Mr. Leavenworth
was an old client of our firm, to say nothing of his being the particular
friend of Mr. Veeley.
"Yes, murdered; shot through the head by some unknown person while
sitting at his library table."
"Shot! murdered!" I could scarcely believe my ears.
"How? when?" I gasped.
"Last night. At least, so we suppose. He was not found till this morning.
I am Mr. Leavenworth's private secretary," he explained, "and live in
the family. It was a dreadful shock," he went on, "especially to the
ladies."
"Dreadful!" I repeated. "Mr. Veeley will be overwhelmed by it."
"They are all alone," he continued in a low businesslike way I
afterwards found to be inseparable from the man; "the Misses
Leavenworth, I mean--Mr. Leavenworth's nieces; and as an inquest is
to be held there to-day it is deemed proper for them to have some one
present capable of advising them. As Mr. Veeley was their uncle's best
friend, they naturally sent me for him; but he being absent I am at a loss
what to do or where to go."
"I am a stranger to the ladies," was my hesitating reply, "but if I can be
of any assistance to them, my respect for their uncle is such----"
The expression of the secretary's eye stopped me. Without seeming to
wander from my face, its pupil had suddenly dilated till it appeared to
embrace my whole person with its scope.
"I don't know," he finally remarked, a slight frown, testifying to the fact
that he was not altogether pleased with the turn affairs were taking.
"Perhaps it would be best. The ladies must not be left alone----"

"Say no more; I will go." And, sitting down, I despatched a hurried
message to Mr. Veeley, after which, and the few other preparations
necessary, I accompanied the secretary to the street.
"Now," said I, "tell me all you know of this frightful affair."
"All I know? A few words will do that. I left him last night sitting as
usual at his library table, and found him this morning, seated in the
same place, almost in the same position, but with a. bullet-hole in his
head as large as the end of my little finger."
"Dead?"
"Stone-dead."
"Horrible!" I exclaimed. Then, after a moment, "Could it have been a
suicide?"
"No. The pistol with which the deed was committed is not to be found."
"But if it was a murder, there must have been some motive. Mr.
Leavenworth was too benevolent a man to have enemies, and if robbery
was intended----"
"There was no robbery. There is nothing missing," he again interrupted.
"The whole affair is a mystery."
"A