When it had died down, he said:-- "I repeat my challenge.

There is smallpox in this city--people are lying dead of it--and many have protected themselves by vaccination: let Dr.Therne prove that he has not done this also by baring his left arm before you all." The chairman looked at my face and his jaw dropped.

"I declare this meeting closed," he said, and I turned to hurry from the platform, whereat there went up a shout of "_No, no_." It sank to a sudden silence, and again the man with the face of fate spoke.
"Murderer of your own child, I reveal that which you hide!" Then with his right hand suddenly he caught me by the throat, with his left hand he gripped my linen and my garments, and at one wrench ripped them from my body, leaving my left breast and shoulder naked.

And there, patent on the arm where every eye might read them, were those proofs of my infamy which he had sought.
I swooned away, and, as I sank into oblivion, there leapt from the lips of the thousands I had betrayed that awful roar of scorn and fury which has hunted me from my home and still haunts me far across the seas.
My story is done.

There is nothing more to tell.
THE END.