spectacles on nose. However, you are not to blame . . .

evil thought and blackest purpose lay working at his heart.

He sat without changing his attitude in the least, or appearing

to tkae the smallest heed of time, until his quick ear seemed to

be attracted by a footstep in the street.

'At last,' he muttered, wiping his dry and fevered mouth. 'At

The bell rang gently as he spoke. He crept upstairs to the door,

and presently returned accompanied by a man muffled to the chin,

who carried a bundle under one arm. Sitting down and throwing