SUSPENSE
To relate the full experiences of the next few days would be to encumber my narrative with unnecessary detail.
I did not see Mr. Durand again. My uncle， so amenable in most matters， proved Inexorable on this point. Till Mr. Durand's good name should be restored by the coroner's verdict， or such evidence brought to light as should effectually place him beyond all suspicion， I was to hold no communication with him of any sort whatever. I remember the very words with which my uncle ended the one exhaustive conversation we had on the subject. They were these：
"You have fully expressed to Mr. Durand your entire confidence In his Innocence. That must suffice him for the present. If he Is the honest gentleman you think him， It will."
As uncle seldom asserted himself， and as he is very much in earnest when he does， I made no attempt to combat this resolution， especially as it met the approval of my better judgment. But though my power to convey sympathy fell thus under a yoke， my thoughts and feelings remained free， and these were all consecrated to the man struggling under an imputation， the disgrace and humiliation of which he was but poorly prepared， by his former easy life of social and business prosperity， to meet.
For Mr. Durand， in spite of the few facts which came up from time to time in confirmation of his story， continued to be almost universally regarded as a suspect.
This seemed to me very unjust. What if no other clue offered梟o other clue， I mean， recognized as such by police or public！ Was he not to have the benefit of whatever threw a doubt on his own culpability？ For instance， that splash of blood on his shirt-front， which I had seen， and the shape of which I knew！ Why did not the fact that it was a splash and not a spatter (and spatter it would have been had it spurted there， instead of falling from above， as he stated)， count for more in the minds of those whose business it was to probe into the very heart of this crime ？ To me， it told such a tale of innocence that I wondered how a man like the inspector could pass over it. But later I understood. A single word enlightened me. The stain， it was true， was In the form of a splash and not a spurt， but a splash would have been the result of a drop falling from the reeking end of the stiletto， whether it dislodged itself early or late. And what was there to prove that this drop had not fallen at the instant the stiletto was being thrust Into the lantern， instead of after the escape of the criminal， and the entrance of another man？
But the mystery of the broken coffee-cups！ For that no explanation seemed to be forthcoming.
And the still unsolved one of the written warning found in the murdered woman's hand梐 warning which had been deciphered to read： "Be warned！ He means to be at the ball！ Expect trouble if？
Was that to be looked upon as directed against a man who， from the nature of his projected attempt， would take no one into his confidence？
Then the stiletto梐 photographic reproduction of which was in all the papers梬as that the kind of instrument which a plain New York gentleman would be likely to use In a crime of this nature？ It was a marked and unique article， capable， as one would think， of being easily traced to its owner. Had it been claimed by Mr.
Ramsdell， had it been recognized as one of the many works of art scattered about the highly-decorated alcove， its employment as a means of death would have gone only to prove the possibly unpremeditated nature of the crime， and so been valueless as the basis of an argument in favor of Mr. Durand's innocence. But Mr.
Ramsdell had disclaimed from the first all knowledge of it， consequently one could but feel justified in asking whether a man of Mr. Durand's judgment would choose such an extraordinary weapon in meditating so startling a crime which from its nature and circumstance could not fail to attract the attention of the whole civilized world.
Another argument， advanced by himself and subscribed to by all his friends， was this： That a dealer in precious stones would be the last man to seek by any unlawful means to possess so conspicuous a jewel. For he， better than any one else， would know the impossibility of disposing of a gem of this distinction in any market short of the Orient. To which the unanswerable reply was made that no one attributed to him any such folly； that if he had planned to possess himself of this great diamond， it was for the purpose of eliminating it from competition with the one he had procured for Mr. Smythe； an argument， certainly， which drove us back on the only plea we had at our command梙is hitherto unblemished reputation and the confidence which was felt In him by those who knew him.
But the one circumstance which affected me most at the time， and which undoubtedly was the source of the greatest confusion to all minds， whether official or otherwise， was the unexpected confirmation by experts of Mr. Grey's opinion in regard to the diamond. His name was not used， indeed it had been kept out of the papers with the greatest unanimity， but the hint he had given the inspector at Mr. Ramsdell's ball had been acted upon and， the proper tests having been made， the stone， for which so many believed a life to have been risked and another taken， was declared to be an imitation， fine and successful beyond all parallel， but still an imitation， of the great and renowned gem which had passed through Tiffany's hands a twelve-month before： a decision which fell like a thunderbolt on all such as had seen the diamond blazing in unapproachable brilliancy on the breast of the unhappy Mrs. Fairbrother only an hour or two before her death.
On me the effect was such that for days I lived in a dream， a condition that， nevertheless， did not prevent me from starting a certain little inquiry of my own， of which more hereafter.
