"Some one came to-day--he is gone; some one may come to-morrow--and stay," he said meaningly.
Charley went over to the fire and sat down on a bench, opening and shutting the scissors mechanically.

Jo was in the light, and Charley's eyes again studied him hard.
His memory was industriously feeling its way into the baffling distance.
"What if some one did come-and stay ?" he urged quietly.
"You might be recognised without the beard." "What difference would it make ?" Charley's memory was creeping close to the hidden door.

It was feeling-feeling for the latch.
"You know best, M'sieu'." "But what do you know ?" Charley's face now had a strained look, and he touched his lips with his tongue.

"What John Brown knows, M'sieu'." There flashed across Charley's mind the fatal newspaper he had read on the day he awakened to memory again in the but on Vadrome Mountain.

He remembered that he had put it in the fire.