In my writing-case you will find a sealed envelope, and in that a fuller confession than I shall have breath to make to you.

Take it downstairs and glance at it--then come back." "No, no," said Langholm, hoarsely; "no, I believe you! Yes--it was my first idea!" "I hardly knew what I was doing," Severino whispered.

"I was delirious then, if you like! Yet I remember it better than anything else in all my life.

I have never forgotten it for an hour--since it first came back!" "You really were unconscious for days afterwards ?" "I believe it was weeks.

Otherwise, you must know--she will be the first to believe--I never could have let her--" "My poor, dear fellow--of course--of course." Langholm felt for the emaciated hand, and stroked it as though it had been a child's.