When he reached the door he laid his revolver carefully, and, indeed, somewhat ostentatiously, upon a chair.

But when he stepped from the threshold he stopped a moment in the light of the open door to examine the lock of a small derringer which he drew from his pocket.

He then shut the door carefully, and with the same slow, hesitating step, felt his way into the night.
He had but one idea in his mind, to find some lonely spot; some spot where the footsteps of man would never penetrate, some spot that would yield him rest, sleep, obliteration, forgetfulness, and, above all, where _he_ would be forgotten.

He had seen such places; surely there were many,--where bones were picked up of dead men who had faded from the earth and had left no other record.

If he could only keep his senses now he might find such a spot, but he must be careful, for her little feet went everywhere, and she must never see him again alive or dead.