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Name:_______________________ CSCI 1302 OO Programming
Armstrong Atlantic State University
(50 minutes) Instructor: Dr. Y. Daniel Liang

Part I:

A. (2 pts)
What is wrong in the following code?
public class Test {
public static void main(String[] args) {
Number x = new Integer(3);
System.out.println(x.intValue());
System.out.println(x.compareTo(new Integer(4)));
}
}

What is wrong in the following code?

public class Test {
public static void main(String[] args) {
Number x = new Integer(3);
System.out.println(x.intValue());
System.out.println((Integer)x.compareTo(new Integer(4)));
}
}

B. (3 pts)

Suppose that statement2 causes an exception in the

following try-catch block:

public void m2() {

m1();
}

public void m1() {

try {
statement1;
statement2;
statement3;
}
catch (Exception1 ex1) {
}
catch (Exception2 ex2) {
}

statement4;
}

Answer the following questions:

• Will statement3 be executed?

• If the exception is not caught, will statement4
be executed?
• If the exception is caught in the catch block,
will statement4 be executed?

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C. (2 pt)

Why does the following method have a compile error?

public void m(int value) {

if (value < 40)
throw new Exception("value is too small");
}

d. (2 pt)

Why is the following code incorrect for storing the content

of object?

import java.io.*;

public class Test {

private int a = 5;
private double b = 5.5;
private String m = "value is too small";

public static void main(String[] args) throws Exception {

Test t = new Test();

ObjectOutputStream output = new ObjectOutputStream(new FileOutputStream("Test.dat"));

output.writeObject(t);
output.close();

ObjectInputStream input = new ObjectInputStream(new FileInputStream("Test.dat"));

Test t1 = (Test)(input.readObject());

System.out.println(t1.a);
System.out.println(t1.b);
System.out.println(t1.m);
input.close();
}
}

Part II: Write Programs

(5 pts) Write a program that stores an array of the five int values 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5, a Date object

for the current time, and the double value 5.5 into the file named Test.dat.

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(10 pts) Write a class named Hexagon that extends GeometricObject and
implements the Comparable interface. Assume all six sides of the
hexagon are of equal size. The Hexagon class is defined as
follows:

public class Hexagon extends GeometricObject implements Cloneable,

Comparable<Hexagon> {
private double side;

/** Construct a Hexagon with the specified side */

public Hexagon(double side) {
// Implement it

@Override
public double getArea() {
// Implement it ( area = 3* 3 * side * side )

@Override
public double getPerimeter() {
// Implement it

@Override
public int compareTo(Hexagon obj) {
// Implement it (compare two Hexagons based on their sides)

@Override
public Object clone() {
// Implement it

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 }
}

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Part III: Multiple Choice Questions: (1 pts each)
(Please circle your answers on paper first. After you
finish the test, enter your choices online to LiveLab. Log
in and click Take Instructor Assigned Quiz. Choose Quiz2.
You have 5 minutes to enter and submit the answers.)

Part III: Multiple Choice Questions:

1. The output from the following code is __________.

java.util.ArrayList<String> list = new java.util.ArrayList<>();

list.add("New York");
java.util.ArrayList<String> list1 =
(java.util.ArrayList<String>)(list.clone());
list.add("Atlanta");
list1.add("Dallas");
System.out.println(list);

a. [New York]
b. [New York, Atlanta]
c. [New York, Atlanta, Dallas]
d. [New York, Dallas]

#
2. Show the output of running the class Test in the following code:

interface A {
void print();
}

class C {}

class B extends C implements A {

public void print() { }
}

public class Test {

public static void main(String[] args) {
B b = new B();
if (b instanceof A)
System.out.println("b is an instance of A");
if (b instanceof C)
System.out.println("b is an instance of C");
}
}

a. Nothing.
b. b is an instance of A.
c. b is an instance of C.
d. b is an instance of A followed by b is an instance of C.

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3. Suppose A is an interface, B is an abstract class that partial
implements A, and A is a concrete class with a default constructor that
extends B. Which of the following is correct?
a. A a = new A();
b. A a = new B();
c. B b = new A();
d. B b = new B();
Key:c

#
4. Which of the following is correct?
a. An abstract class does not contain constructors.
b. The constructors in an abstract class should be protected.
c. The constructors in an abstract class are private.
d. You may declare a final abstract class.
e. An interface may contain constructors.
Key:b

#
5. What is the output of running class C?

class A {
public A() {
System.out.println(
"The default constructor of A is invoked");
}
}

class B extends A {
public B(String s) {
System.out.println(s);
}
}

public class C {
public static void main(String[] args) {
B b = new B("The constructor of B is invoked");
}
}
a. none
b. "The constructor of B is invoked"
c. "The default constructor of A is invoked" "The constructor of B
is invoked"
d. "The default constructor of A is invoked"

#
6. Analyze the following code:

public class Test1 {

public Object max(Object o1, Object o2) {
if ((Comparable)o1.compareTo(o2) >= 0) {
return o1;
}
else {
return o2;
}
}

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}

a. The program has a syntax error because Test1 does not have a main
method.
b. The program has a syntax error because o1 is an Object instance
and it does not have the compareTo method.
c. The program has a syntax error because you cannot cast an Object
instance o1 into Comparable.
d. The program would compile if ((Comparable)o1.compareTo(o2) >= 0)
is replaced by (((Comparable)o1).compareTo(o2) >= 0).
e. b and d are both correct.

#
7. Which of the following statements regarding abstract methods is not
true?
a. An abstract class can have instances created using the constructor
of the abstract class.
b. An abstract class can be extended.
c. A subclass of a non-abstract superclass can be abstract.
d. A subclass can override a concrete method in a superclass to declare
it abstract.
e. An abstract class can be used as a data type.

#
8. Which of the following possible modifications will fix the errors in
this code?

public class Test {

private double code;

public double getCode() {

return code;
}

protected abstract void setCode(double code);

}

a. Remove abstract in the setCode method declaration.

b. Change protected to public.
c. Add abstract in the class declaration.
d. b and c.

#
9. Analyze the following code.

class Test {
public static void main(String[] args) {
Object x = new Integer(2);
System.out.println(x.toString());
}
}

a. The program has syntax errors because an Integer object is

assigned to x.
b. When x.toString() is invoked, the toString() method in the Object
class is used.

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c. When x.toString() is invoked, the toString() method in the
Integer class is used.
d. None of the above.

#
10. What exception type does the following program throw?
public class Test {
public static void main(String[] args) {
Object o = new Object();
String d = (String)o;
}
}

a. ArithmeticException
b. No exception
c. StringIndexOutOfBoundsException
d. ArrayIndexOutOfBoundsException
e. ClassCastException

#
11. What exception type does the following program throw?
public class Test {
public static void main(String[] args) {
Object o = null;
System.out.println(o.toString());
}
}

a. ArrayIndexOutOfBoundsException
b. ClassCastException
c. NullPointerException
d. ArithmeticException
e. StringIndexOutOfBoundsException

#
12. To append data to an existing file, use _____________ to construct a
FileOutputStream for file out.dat.
a. new FileOutputStream("out.dat")
b. new FileOutputStream("out.dat", false)
c. new FileOutputStream("out.dat", true)
d. new FileOutputStream(true, "out.dat")

#
13. After the following program is finished, how many bytes are written to the file t.dat?

import java.io.*;

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public class Test {
public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException {
DataOutputStream output = new DataOutputStream(
new FileOutputStream("t.dat"));
output.writeInt(1234);
output.writeShort(5678);
output.close();
}
}
a. 2 bytes.
b. 4 bytes.
c. 6 bytes.
d. 8 bytes.
e. 12 bytes

#
14. Which of the following statements is not true?
a. ObjectInputStream/ObjectOutputStream enables you to perform I/O for objects in
addition for primitive type values and strings.
b. Since ObjectInputStream/ObjectOutputStream contains all the functions of
DataInputStream/DataOutputStream, you can replace
DataInputStream/DataOutputStream completely by
ObjectInputStream/ObjectOutputStream.
c. To write an object, the object must be serializable.
d. The Serializable interface does not contain any methods. So it is a mark interface.
e. If a class is serializable, all its data fields are seriablizable.

Please double check your answer before clicking the Submit

button. Whatever submitted to LiveLab is FINAL and counted
for your grade.

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"I never thought, miss," she said gravely; "and I wasn't asked about
clock. It didn't matter, I hope?"

"No," replied Dora carelessly, "it didn't matter. You need say nothing
about it to Mr. Joad, or, indeed, to anyone."

"I aren't much of a chat at any time, miss," cried Meg, tossing her
head; "and as for Mr. Joad, I'd as lief speak to blackbeetle! I won't
say naught, bless you, no, miss."

"Very well, Meg. You can clear away."

This Meg did with considerable clatter and clamour; while Dora left
the room, and without putting on a hat walked slowly across the
lawn, in the dewy freshness of the morning. On reaching the
beehive chair under the cedar, which was Joad's favourite outdoor
study, the girl sat down, and looked contemplatively at the scene
before her. A space of sunlit lawn, with a girdle of flaming
rhododendrons fringing it on the right; tall poplars, musical with
birds, bordering the ivy-draped wall; and beyond the wall itself the
red-tiled roof of Joad's cottage, showing in picturesque contrast
against the delicate azure of an August sky. After regarding the
scene to right and left, as it lay steeped in the yellow sunlight,
Dora's gaze finally rested on the glimpse of Joad's house. There it
stayed; and her thoughts reverted to the remark about the clock
made by Pallant, and to the later explanation given by Meg Gance.
What connection these things had with Joad may be gathered from
the girl's thoughts.

They ran something after this fashion: "Could it be possible that

Joad had killed Edermont? There seemed to be no motive for his
committing the crime, and he was not the kind of man to run
needlessly into danger. Yet the discovery about the clock was
certainly very strange. I knew it was correct on the night of the
murder," meditated Dora. "I set my watch by it before I went
upstairs. That was at half-past nine, and my watch has been right
ever since. When Meg looked at it in the morning, it was an hour
wrong; therefore, somebody must have put it wrong with intent. It is
impossible that so excellent a clock could suddenly slip for an hour,
and then go on again. Could Joad have been in the house on that
night, and have put it on an hour? At the time of the murder the
clock struck one, and at that hour Joad, according to his own
showing and Mr. Pride's corroboration, was in the cottage. If the
clock had been put wrong, the murder must have taken place at
twelve, since it was an hour fast in the morning. There was ample
time for Joad to commit the crime at twelve, and be back in his
cottage by one."

Dora got up, and walked restlessly to and fro. She could not quite
understand why the clock should have been put on an hour, so as to
give a false time, when there was no one to hear it in the night.
That she had woke up and heard it strike was quite an accident,
although there had been nights when she had heard every hour,
every chime, strike till dawn. Suddenly she remembered that once
she had said something to Joad about her sleepless nights. On the
impulse of the moment she walked into the library.

"Mr. Joad," she said to the old man, who was reading near the
window, "that hall clock."

It seemed to Dora that a pallor crept over the red face of the man
she addressed. However, he looked up quietly enough, and spoke to
her with the greatest calmness.

"What about the hall clock, Miss Dora?" he asked in a puzzled tone.

"It is disturbing me again. I really must have it removed. In the dead

hours I hear it strike in the most ghostly, graveyard fashion. As it did
on that night," she concluded under her breath.

"Do you have many sleepless nights now?"

"How do you know that I have sleepless nights at all?" she asked
quickly.

Joad looked at her in surprise.

"You told me so yourself shortly before we lost Julian," he said

quietly. "It was toothache, was it not?"

"Yes--something of that sort," she answered carelessly. "But it is not

toothache now. Still, I lie awake thinking."

"Of me?" said Joad with a leer.

"The week is not yet over, Mr. Joad," she said coldly; "till the end of
it you have no right to ask me such a question. Good-bye for the
present; I am going out on my bicycle."

This was an excuse. Confident that Joad had altered the clock, on
the chance that she would hear it during her sleepless nights, she
was confident also that for such reason, and for a more terrible one,
he had been in the house on the night of the murder.

"He put on the clock so as to prove an alibi," she thought, wheeling

her bicycle down the path to the gate. "If he killed Edermont at
twelve o'clock--the right time when it struck one--he would have
ample opportunity of getting back to his cottage through the
postern. I quite believe that he was with Pride at one o'clock; but I
also believe he was in the study at twelve."

She had proved to her own satisfaction that Joad could have been in
the house; she wished to discover if he had killed Edermont. The
assassin had committed the crime to obtain the manuscript
containing the story of her guardian's life. If Joad were guilty, that
manuscript would be in his possession. This was why Dora excused
herself on a plea of riding her bicycle. She was determined to search
Joad's cottage, and find out if the manuscript was hidden there.
With this intent she hid the bicycle behind the hedge on the other
side of the road, and went to the cottage. There was plenty of time
for her to search, as Joad took his mid-day meal in the Red House
and never returned to his house until nine at night. She had the
whole day at her disposal, and determined to search in every corner
for the manuscript she believed he had hidden. If she found it, she
would then be able to prove Allen guiltless and Joad guilty. It would
be a magnificent revenge on her part. The man would be caught in
his own trap.

It can be easily guessed by what steps Dora had arrived at this

conclusion--the chance remark of Pallant anent the possibility of the
clock being wrong; the chance explanation of Meg which proved that
the clock was an hour fast on the morning after the murder had
taken place; the memory of her own remark to Joad about her
sleepless nights; and the conclusion that the old man had put the
clock wrong for purposes of his own. The inference to be drawn
from these facts was that Joad had been in the house on the night
of the second of August. If he had been in the house, it was
probable that he had killed Edermont, since Allen and Lady Burville,
the only other people who had been present at the same hour, were
innocent. It had been proved by sundry scraps of evidence that the
murder had been committed to obtain possession of the manuscript.
Therefore, if Joad were guilty, he must have hidden the fruits of his
crime. Where? In the cottage, without doubt.

The front door of the cottage was locked, so Dora went round to the
back. She knew that Joad was in the habit of hiding the key of the
back door under the water-butt, and sure enough she found it there.
To open the door and pass into his study was the work of a moment.
So here she was in the stronghold of the enemy. But where was the
manuscript?

The room was not very large, and lined on all four sides with books.
A writing-desk, littered with papers, stood before the single window,
and a few chairs were scattered round. There were also a horsehair
sofa, a small sideboard of varnished deal, three or four china
ornaments, and a little clock on the mantelpiece. The floor was
covered with straw matting, but what the pattern of the paper was
like no one could tell, for it was hidden completely by the books. The
whole apartment looked penurious in the extreme and very untidy.
Books lay on chairs and sofas, and the fireplace was filled with torn-
up letters, newspapers, and hastily scribbled manuscripts.

"The books first," decided Dora, after a look at this chaos.

There was no need to go through them one by one, for dust lay
thickly upon bindings and shelves. She had only to glance to see
those which had been disturbed within the last few weeks. Those
that had been taken down she examined carefully, but could find no
trace of the manuscript. She looked on the top of the bookcase,
went down on her knees to search the lower shelves, and still found
nothing. At the end of an hour Dora had gone through the whole
library of Joad, but had come across no trace of the wished-for
paper. He had hidden it--always presuming that it was in his
possession--more cunningly than she had thought.

"Now for the desk."

Another hour's search in drawers and pigeonholes and blotting-pad

likewise revealed nothing. Dora emptied out the wastepaper basket,
and sorted every scrap, and still she was unsuccessful. Then she
lifted portions of the matting, removed the cushions of the chairs,
searched the sideboard, and dived into the recesses of the sofa. All
to no purpose.

"Perhaps he has not got it after all," thought Dora, disappointed, "or
he has burnt it."

Burning suggested the fireplace; but she saw that there had not
been a fire for months in the grate. It then struck her that Mr. Joad
might have taken an idea from Poe's "Purloined Letter," and have
hidden the manuscript in some conspicuous place. The fireplace
alone was unsearched, so she went down on her knees and turned
out the disorderly mass of papers. Her patience was rewarded at
last. From under the heap she drew forth a crumpled mass of paper,
foolscap size, and spread it out carefully. Then she uttered a cry.
"The Confession of Julian Dargill, better known as Julian Edermont,"
she read. "Ah! I was right. Here is the stolen story of the past, and
Joad is the man who killed my guardian."

CHAPTER XXIII.

THE MADNESS OF LAMBERT JOAD.

With the recovered manuscript in her hands, with the knowledge

where it had been found, and with the memory of the clock being
wrong, Dora felt convinced that Joad was guilty of the crime.
Without doubt he had designed to kill Edermont on that night, and
had prepared the alibi so as to prove his innocence should such
proof be needed. But what was his motive for the perpetration of so
detestable a crime? Why had he stolen the manuscript, and why had
he not destroyed so dangerous a piece of evidence? Dora believed
that the answer to these questions was to be found in the
manuscript itself. The reading of it would probably solve the whole
mystery.

Having accomplished her task, she slipped the paper into the pocket
of her dress, ran out of the house, and, having locked the door,
repaired to the place where she had hidden her bicycle. To give
colour to her excuse to Joad, she mounted and rode down the road
for some considerable distance. Indeed, she felt inclined there and
then to go to Canterbury and assure Allen that he was safe, and that
she had won a fortune by discovering the actual criminal; but her
desire to do away with any possible suspicions on the part of Joad
induced her to abandon such intention. When he found the
manuscript gone, he might suspect her if she went directly into
Canterbury, whereas, if she behaved as usual, he could have no
doubts on the subject.

"Besides," said Dora to herself, as she turned her face towards

Chillum, "Joad never goes to his cottage during the day, and
therefore he will not find out his loss until to-night. Should he
suspect that I have discovered his secret, he may do me an injury,
or take to flight. I must allay his suspicions, and see Allen about the
manuscript. We will read it together, and then take such steps as
may be necessary to save him and arrest Joad."

On approaching the gates of the Red House, Dora received a shock,

for on glancing at Joad's cottage, she saw its owner coming out of
the door. Perhaps her questions about the clock had induced him to
depart from his usual routine, and by rousing his suspicions had
created a desire to assure himself that the manuscript was safe; but
whatever might be the reason, Dora had never known Joad to revisit
his domicile in the daytime. A qualm seized her lest he should guess
what she had done; but the memory of what was at stake nerved
her to resistance, and she confronted the approaching old man with
a mien cool and composed. Certainly she needed all her courage at
that moment, for Joad was conducting himself like a lunatic.

His face was redder than usual with suppressed rage; he swung
round his arms in a threatening manner, and, hardly seeing her in
his blind fury, babbled about his loss. Dora did not need to hear his
words to be assured that he had discovered the loss of the
manuscript. But she strained her ears to listen, in the hope that Joad
might say something likely to incriminate himself.

"Lost, lost!" muttered Joad, as he shuffled near her--"and after all

my care. What am I to do now? What--what--what?"
"Is anything wrong, Mr. Joad?"

The man paused before Dora with a dazed look, and suddenly
cooled down in the most surprising manner. Knowing the dangerous
position in which he was placed by the loss of the manuscript, he
saw the necessity for dissimulation. His rage gave place to smiles,
his furious gestures to fawning.

"No, Miss Dora; there is nothing wrong. I have lost a precious book,
that is all. But I know who took it," he broke out with renewed fury.

Dora felt nervous, and for the moment she thought that he
suspected her. But the next moment--still talking of the manuscript
under the flimsy disguise of a book--his words reassured her. "Oh
yes," he repeated; "I know who stole it, but I'll be revenged;" then
he shook his fists in the air, as though invoking a curse on someone,
and returned to the Red House.

When Dora reached her own room, she took out the manuscript. It
was a lengthy effusion, evidently carefully prepared, and certainly
clearly written. With a thrill of excitement the girl sat down to read
the story, and learn from it, if possible, the motive of Joad in
becoming a midnight assassin. Before she had read two lines, Meg
knocked at her door. Dora hid away the precious paper hastily in her
wardrobe, and called on Meg to enter.

"Dinner is up, miss," said the stout countrywoman, "and Mr. Joad
waits. He don't look well, Miss Dora. Sheets ain't nothing to face of
he."

"Is he in a bad temper, Meg?"

"Lordy, no, miss! He ghastly pale and quiet like."

Meg's report proved to be true. Joad's rage had died out into a
subdued nervousness, and his red face had paled to a yellowish hue.
He said little and ate little, but Dora noticed that he drank more than
his ordinary allowance of whisky-and-water. Every now and then he
cast a furtive glance round the room, as though waiting anxiously for
the unexpected to happen. His conduct reminded Dora of the late
Mr. Edermont's behaviour in church during the Litany, and there was
no doubt in her mind as to Joad's feelings. He had received a shock,
and in consequence thereof he was thoroughly frightened.

Towards the end of the meal he grew more composed, under the
influence of the spirits and water, and it was then that he abruptly
informed Dora that he was going into Canterbury.

"You are going into Canterbury," she echoed, fairly astonished, "this
afternoon?"

"Yes; I have not been in the town for months. But I wish to consult--
a lawyer."

"About the loss of your book, I suppose?"

Joad raised his heavy eyes, and sent a piercing glance in her
direction.

"Yes," he said, in a quiet tone, "I wish to consult about that loss."

"Will you see Mr. Carver?"

"On the whole," said Joad, with great deliberation, "I think I shall
see Mr. Carver. He knows much; he may as well know more."

"What do you mean?" asked Dora, startled by the significance of this

speech.

"You will know to-morrow, Miss Carew."

He left the room, and shortly afterwards the house. Anxious to learn
if he intended to fly, and so escape the consequences of his crime,
Dora followed him down to the gate. This had not been kept locked
of late, and Joad swung it easily open. Stepping out, he cast a
glance to right and left in an uneasy fashion, and suddenly
staggered against the wall with his hand to his heart. In an instant
Dora was beside him.

"What is the matter, Mr. Joad?"

"Only the old trouble--my heart, my heart," he muttered; "it will kill
me some day. The sooner the better--now."

Dora took this speech as an acknowledgment of his guilt, and

withdrew a little from his neighbourhood. Joad took no notice of this
shrinking, but explained his plans.

"I go to my cottage to change my clothes," he said calmly, "then I

will get a trap from the hotel, and drive to Canterbury to see Mr.
Carver. You need not expect me at the Red House to-night, Miss
Dora. I shall stay in my own cottage. It will not do for me to be out
after dark."

"Why not, Mr. Joad? You are in no danger?"

"I am in danger of losing my life," retorted the old man, and, flinging
her detaining hand rudely aside, he ran across the road with an
activity surprising in one of his years and sedentary life.

When he disappeared Dora returned to the house. She was at a loss

what to do with regard to Joad. His actions and speech were so
strange that she was afraid lest he should fly. If he did, his
complicity in the crime might never be proved, and so Allen's safety
might be compromised. Dora was determined that this should not
be. She decided to get into Canterbury before Joad, to see Mr.
Carver and ask his advice; afterwards to call on Allen and show him
the manuscript. In some way or other she would contrive to
circumvent the discovered villain.
Having come to this decision, Dora put the manuscript in her pocket,
assumed her hat and gloves, and took out her bicycle. Joad was not
yet out of his cottage, so she hurried in hot haste, and spun up the
road at full speed. By the time he had got to the hotel and ordered
the trap she hoped to be in Canterbury preparing the ground for his
arrival, so that his efforts to fly--if indeed he intended to do so--
might be baffled in every direction. Dora felt that a crucial moment
was at hand, and that it behoved her to have all her wits about her
if she hoped to save Allen and win the fifty thousand pounds.

On her arrival at Canterbury, Dora lost no time in seeking the lawyer.

He was busy in his dingy back office as usual, and betrayed no
surprise at seeing his visitor. With a dry smile he shook hands, and
placed a chair for her, then he gave his explanation of her
appearance.

"You have come to ask further about your five hundred pounds,"
said he; "if so, I am afraid you are wasting your time."

"I do not intend to waste my time on that matter, Mr. Carver," replied
Dora quietly, "nor yours either. The object of my visit is far more
important. I have discovered who killed Mr. Edermont."

If she hoped to astonish Mr. Carver by this speech, she was never
more mistaken in her life. He did not display any surprise, but
merely laughed and rubbed his dry hands together.

"Have I, then, to congratulate you on gaining fifty thousand

pounds?" he asked satirically.

"You can judge for yourself, Mr. Carver," said Dora quietly; and then
and there, without further preamble, she related the finding of the
manuscript, the behaviour of Joad, and the evidence of the clock.

Carver betrayed his interest by frequent raisings of his eyebrows, but

otherwise remained motionless until the conclusion of her story. She
might as well have been speaking to a stone.
"And this manuscript," he asked; "have you it with you?"

"Yes," Dora laid it on the table, "here it is. The story of Mr.
Edermont's early life."

"You have read it?"

"No; not yet. I have not had time to do so. I have brought it in to
read with Allen--that is, unless you require it."

Carver thought for a moment, and shook his head.

"No," he said in an amiable tone, "I do not require it at the present

moment. I shall see Mr. Joad first, and then call on Dr. Scott to hear
his and your report on this paper."

"Do you think Mr. Joad is guilty?" asked Dora, replacing the
manuscript in her pocket.

"Circumstantial evidence is strongly against him," replied Mr. Carver

cautiously, "but I shall reserve my opinion until I hear his story."

"Do you think he will call on you?"

"He told you that he intended to do so, Miss Carew."

"Very true, Mr. Carver. All the same, he may have done so to save
time. For all we know, he may design to go straight to the railway-
station and catch the London express."

"Oh, I can frustrate that scheme," said Carver, rising. "Mr. Joad's
conduct is sufficiently suspicious to justify his detention on the
ground of complicity, if not of actual guilt. A word to Inspector Jedd,
and Mr. Joad will not get away by the express. Go and see Dr. Scott,
my dear young lady, and leave me to deal with your friend."

"You won't let him escape?"

"No," said Carver dryly. "On the whole, I had rather you got the fifty
thousand pounds than anyone else."

And then he conducted Dora to the door with a courtesy he had

never extended before to any female client, and at which his clerks
were greatly astonished. Congratulating herself on having thus made
all safe, Dora went to see Allen. He was still unwell, but felt better
than he had done on the previous day. He was surprised at her visit,
and gathered from her bright looks that she had something of
importance to communicate to him.

"What is it, Dora?" he asked anxiously; "good or bad news?"

"Good! You are safe!"

"Then you intend to marry Joad?" said Allen in a tone of despair.

"Indeed, I intend no such thing! Mr. Joad has other things to think
about besides marriage."

"What other things?"

"How to save his neck. Yes, you may well look astonished, Allen.
Joad, and none other, killed my guardian! Here is the proof!" and
Dora flung the manuscript on the table.

CHAPTER XXIV.

THE STOLEN MANUSCRIPT.

Allen looked on the manuscript thus suddenly produced in mute
wonder. With a swift glance he questioned Dora as to what it was--
for he could not yet bring himself to believe that it was the lost
paper--and how she had come by it. The girl afforded him at once a
concise explanation.

"It is the paper containing an account of the early life of Mr.

Edermont," said she, with a nod; "the manuscript stolen from the
bureau, on account of which we believe the murder to have been
perpetrated. I found it in the cottage of Joad."

"In the cottage of Joad?" echoed Allen slowly. "How did he come by
it?"

"By robbery and murder. He is the guilty person."

"Dora--are you sure? He proved an alibi, you know."

"I am aware of that, and I am aware also how he prepared such

alibi. It is a long story, Allen. I shall tell it to you, and then we will
read the manuscript together."

"I am all attention," cried Allen, settling himself on the sofa. "Go on,
you most wonderful girl."

"I am a most unfortunate girl," said Dora sadly. "By my discovery I

have saved you from arrest, and perhaps condemnation, and myself
from a marriage which revolted me. But what is left after all, my
dear? Nothing, nothing. We can never be anything but friends to one
another, for our lives have been ruined by the sins of other people.
It is cruelly hard."

"You speak only too truly, Dora," said Allen, taking her hand. "And I
can give you no comfort; I can give myself no consolation. Your
father's crime has parted us, and we must suffer vicariously for his
guilt."
For a moment or so they remained silent, thinking over the
hopelessness of their position. But matters were too important and
pressing to admit of much time being wasted in useless
lamentations. Dora was the first to recover her speech, and forthwith
related the events of the day, from the conversation of Meg Gance
down to the visit to Carver. Allen interrupted her frequently with
exclamations of surprise.

"You are right, Dora!" he cried when she had ended. "How
wonderfully you have worked out the matter! Without doubt Joad
was hidden in the house while Lady Burville saw Edermont. After she
left, he must have killed his friend, and secured the manuscript. No
doubt he hid again when he heard me coming, and saw me, not in
the road, as he alleges, but in the study. Oh, the villain! and he
would have saved his neck at the expense of mine!"

"He had not even that excuse, Allen; for, owing to his manipulation
of the hall clock, there was absolutely no suspicion that he was
guilty. He accused you to gain me, but now I have caught him in his
own trap, and no doubt Mr. Carver will have him arrested this night."

"I hope so," said Dr. Scott angrily; "he is a wicked old ruffian! But I
cannot understand why he killed Mr. Edermont."

"The manuscript may inform us," said Dora, taking it up. "Let us
read it at once."

Allen consented eagerly, and Dora, smoothing the pages, began to

read what may be termed the confession of Julian Dargill, alias
Edermont. Some parts of the narrative were concisely told, others
expanded beyond all due bounds; and as a literary attempt the story
was a failure. But for style or elegance of language the young couple
cared little. They wished to learn the truth, and they found it in the
handwriting of the dead man.

"'My name is Julian Dargill,'" began the manuscript abruptly. "'I was
born at Christchurch, in Hants, where my family lived for many
generations. My parents died whilst I was at Oxford, and at the age
of twenty I found myself my own master. For ten years I travelled in
the company of a young man whom I had met at the University. He
was not a gentleman, but he had a clever brain, and was an
amusing companion, so I paid his expenses for the pleasure of his
conversation and company. When I returned home, I left Mallison--
for such was his name, John Mallison--in my London rooms, and
came down to my house at Christchurch. Here I took up my
residence, and here I fell in love with Laura Burville. She was a
charming blonde, delicate and tiny as a fairy, full of life and vivacity.
Her face was singularly beautiful, her figure perfection, and she had
the gift of bringing sunshine wherever she went. Needless to say, I
fell deeply in love with her, and would have made her my wife but
for the foolish behaviour of her parents. These were religious
fanatics of peculiarly rigid principles, and they disapproved of my
tendency to a gay life. How they came to have so charming a
daughter I could never understand. Miss Treherne--or shall I call her
by the fonder name of Laura?--had three suitors--myself, Dr. Scott, a
widower, and Captain George Carew, of the merchant service. Scott
was a handsome and clever man, but poor, and reckless in his way
of life. His wife had died when his son Allen was born, and Scott left
the child to be brought up by the nurse while he went flirting with all
the pretty girls in the country. Mr. and Mrs. Treherne disapproved of
him also on account of this behaviour. So far as I saw, neither Dr.
Scott nor myself had any chance of marrying Laura, for her parents
favoured the suit of her third admirer, George Carew. I hated and
feared that man. He was a brutal sailor, with a vindictive spirit and
an unusually violent temper. Everybody yielded to his imperious
spirit, and he rode rough-shod over any opposition that might be
made to his wishes. He fell in love with Laura, and determined to
marry her. At my pretensions and those of Scott he laughed
scornfully, and warned both that he would permit neither of us to
interfere with his design. He was cunning enough to ingratiate
himself with the parents of Laura by pretending to be religious, and
ostensibly became more of a fanatic than the Trehernes themselves.
Laura was carried away by the violence of his wooing; her parents
were delighted with his pretended conversion; and against their
support and Laura's timidity--I can call her yielding by no other
name--Scott and myself could do nothing. Carew married her. I
omitted to state that Carew was not rich. He was part owner in a
ship called the Silver Arrow, which traded to the Cape of Good Hope,
and sometimes went as far as Zanzibar. When the marriage took
place Carew was forced to take command of his ship for a voyage to
the Cape. He wished Laura to go also, but this she refused to do,
and by offering a dogged resistance to his violent temper she
managed to get her own way for once. This I learnt from her
afterwards. Alas! had she only been as determined over refusing
marriage with Carew, all this sorrow might not have come upon us.
But she was quite infatuated with the insolent sailor, and while he
was with her I believe she loved him after a fashion. Nevertheless, I
do not think her passion either for Carew or for myself was very
strong. Leaving then for his voyage, Carew established his wife in a
cottage near my house, and went away almost immediately after the
honeymoon. Her parents had left Christchurch shortly before to take
possession of some property in Antrim, Ireland, which had been left
to them. Laura was quite alone, and found her state of grass-
widowhood sufficiently tiresome. She wished for distraction, and
encouraged myself and Dr. Scott to call upon her. As we were still in
love with her, we accepted her invitation only too gladly, and for six
months we devoted ourselves to her amusement. Then came the
news that the Silver Arrow had been wrecked on the coast of
Guinea. The information was brought by the first mate, who had
been picked up in an open boat by a passing ship. His companions
were dead of hardship and suffering, and it was only with the
greatest difficulty that he was brought round again.

"'On his return to England he told his tale to the owners of the ship,
and then communicated the news to Mrs. Carew. Without doubt her
husband was drowned, and so after six months of married life she
found herself a widow, but ill-provided with money. As part owner of
the Silver Arrow, the dead Carew had some claim to a portion of the
insurance; but, owing to some commercial and legal trickery, no
money was obtainable from this source. Laura had barely sufficient
to live on. It may be guessed what effect poverty had upon her
refined and pleasure-loving nature. She refused to go to her parents
in Ireland, as their gloomy religious views were alien to her more
æsthetic leanings; yet she could not remain in Christchurch with
hardly sufficient to sustain life. Dr. Scott offered to marry her, but he
was too poor to give her the luxuries of life, and she refused to
become his wife or step-mother to his little boy. Then I offered
myself, and was accepted. I was not so handsome as Scott, or so
manly and daring as her first husband; but I was rich, and while
pretending to love me but little, she married me for my fortune. I
was content to take her even on such terms, and we arranged to
become husband and wife. Owing to the recent death of Carew, we
could not marry openly in Christchurch; and as Laura had never truly
loved the sailor, she did not care to pay a tribute to his hated
memory by a year of mourning. Rather was she anxious to marry me
at once, and for this purpose she went up to London. After a decent
interval, to avert suspicion, I followed, and we were married shortly
afterwards by special license in the church of St. Pancras. John
Mallison was the best man, and arranged all the details for me.
These things happened some months after Carew's supposed death.
Then we travelled for a year, and at the end of it came back with our
child Dora to Christchurch, where----"

"Our child?" said Dora, interrupting her reading. "What does that
mean, Allen?"

"No doubt that Dargill adopted you as his child after the death of
Carew."

"But I was his ward here; why does he not call me his ward in this
manuscript?"

"Read on," said Allen. "You may discover the reason."

"'We took up our abode at my mansion in Christchurch,'" read Dora
swiftly, "'and for a time we were fairly happy. But I was not
altogether pleased with my wife. She did not love me, nor did she
make any pretence to do so. Indeed, I believe she despised me for
my weakness of body and amiability of temper. Dr. Scott began to
call again, and Laura encouraged his visits. I forbade him the house,
but my wife and himself defied me, and I was powerless to control
their behaviour. One evening, after a scene with Laura, I left the
house. Scott was in the habit of crossing the lawn at dusk and
entering the drawing-room, to flirt with my wife while I was reading
in the library. I also came the same way at times in preference to
going round by the door; and one evening, entering thus, I chanced
upon them. The discovery resulted in a violent scene; and next
morning I left for London, vowing never to return until my wife
dismissed Scott from her thoughts. The departure saved my life.

"'While I was away, Carew returned to Christchurch. He had been

saved by some negroes on the Guinea Coast, and had been detained
in captivity by them for over a year. Finally he escaped, managed to
get to England, and came to claim his wife. When he heard of our
marriage he went mad with rage. He accused me of corrupting his
wife, of spreading a false report of his death, and finally swore that
he would not rest until he had killed me. I verily believe that he was
bent on doing so, notwithstanding my innocence in the matter; and
had I not been absent in London, he would have shot me without
mercy. As it was, he committed a murder in the hope of killing me.

"'My wife--as I must still call her--had no opportunity of warning me,

as Carew kept such a close watch on her. He expected me to return,
and took up his quarters in the house with the avowed intention of
killing me. Laura sent for Scott to see how she could save me--rather
for her own sake than for mine--and he came to see her one
evening by stealth. Carew had heard from one of the servants that I
was in the habit of crossing the lawn and entering the drawing-
room. When he saw Scott approaching in the same direction he
thought it was me; and, being provided with a pistol, which he
always carried, he shot the man through the heart. When he found
out whom he had killed, he fled, to escape being arrested; but his
last words to Laura were that he would hunt me down and kill me.

"'All this came out at the inquest, which was reported in the Morning
Planet under the heading of "A Romantic Tragedy." On hearing how
my life was sought by Carew--still at large--I left my lodgings and
went into hiding. What else could I do? I am a weak and puny man,
and, morally speaking, I am a coward. It is not my fault. I was born
so. I dared not face this brute in his ungoverned rage, and so I hid.
Then John Mallison came to my rescue. He was rather like me, and
he proposed to adopt my name and go to America, letting Carew
know in some way how he had fled. Mallison was a brave man, and I
knew that he could hold his own better than I against Carew. He
assumed my name, and I supplied him with funds. Carew saw him
by chance in Regent Street, and in the distance took him for me.
Mallison, to encourage this false recognition, fled to America, and
Carew followed. Then I prepared for my own safety.

"'I took the name of Julian Edermont, and transferred my property in

the funds to that name. I bought, through Carver, the Red House,
near Canterbury, and I made it secure against robbers and my
enemy Carew. Then I went to live there. I was afraid to go back to
Laura--for whom I provided amply--lest Carew should hear of it. And
I wrote to her about our child. Laura was not a good mother, and I
was afraid she would neglect Dora. Some letters passed between us-
-while I was in London, for I did not give her my new address or
name--and she ultimately sent Dora to me. Since then Dora has lived
with me as my ward, for I was afraid to say that she was my
daughter, lest Carew should find out.'"

"His adopted daughter, of course," interrupted Allen. "He was afraid

your father might kill him, and take you away."

"'Later on I found my old college companion, Joad, starving in

London, and took him to live with me,'" Dora went on. "'Mallison
came back from America, and I provided for him likewise. So far I
felt safe; but all these years I have had a belief that Carew would
find me out, in spite of all my precautions, and kill me. If I am found
murdered, George Carew will be the culprit, as no one else has any
reason to wish for my death. I am at peace with all men. To punish
him I leave by will the bulk of my fortune to him or her who finds
out and punishes George Carew for his villainy. I hope my daughter
Dora may be so fortunate. She need have no compunction in doing
so, for Carew is not her father. She is my child, born of my marriage
with Laura, and I only called her Carew, and my ward, to do away
with any possible discovery by Carew. The certificate of her birth is
with my family lawyer in Lincoln's Inn Fields.'"

"Dora!" cried Allen, starting up, "you are not Carew's daughter--not
the daughter of the man who killed my father!"

"Edermont--Dargill--my father!" stammered Dora. "What does it

mean?"

"Mean!" cried Allen, taking her in his arms--"that your father did not
kill mine--and we can marry!"

CHAPTER XXV.

CONFESSION.

There was also a short note to the manuscript, stating that

Edermont had found out and helped the son of his old enemy, Dr.
Scott, on the ground that he felt himself to be the cause indirectly of
the man's death. Allen took occasion to explain this particular matter.