"Come and take your snuffbox--if it be yours--from the book where you have left it." "It is mine," said the man.

"A present from the godly minister of this parish." As he spoke he put out his hand to take the snuffbox.

Haward leaned forward, seized the hand, and, bending back the fingers, exposed the palm to the light of the candles upon the table.
"The other, if you please," he commanded.
For a second--no longer--a wicked soul looked blackly out of the face to which he had raised his eyes.

Then the window shut, and the wall was blank again.

Without any change in his listless demeanor, the schoolmaster laid his left hand, palm out, beside his right.
"Humph!" exclaimed Haward.