"YOU are not hunting me down--with the police ?" he exclaimed, his neck held low and his forehead wrinkling.
The voice--the voice was Le Geyt's.

It was an unspeakable mystery.
"Hugo," I cried, "dear Hugo--hunting you down ?--COULD you imagine it ?" He raised his head, strode forward, and grasped my hand.

"Forgive me, Cumberledge," he cried.

"But a proscribed and hounded man! If you knew what a relief it is to me to get out on the water!" "You forget all there ?" "I forget IT--the red horror!" "You meant just now to drown yourself ?" "No! If I had meant it I would have done it....

Hubert, for my children's sake, I WILL not commit suicide!" "Then listen!" I cried.