But no sign had been given, no word had been spoken, there was no need for hesitation or pity, and I was glad of it! All this I thought as I watched him standing bareheaded in the moonlight, on his way to--whom?
To my wife, of course.

I knew that well enough.

He was going to console her widow's tears--to soothe her aching heart--a good Samaritan in very earnest! He moved, he passed slowly out of my sight.

I waited till I had seen the last glimpse of his retreating figure, and then I left the window satisfied with my day's work.

Vengeance had begun..