He had made the slip without premeditation; but what was done was done.

So he waited.
Hermann dropped his hands on the table and leaned forward.
"Is it you, Hans, and I did not know you ?" "It is I, brother." "My God!" Hermann sank down weakly.

The ceiling spun and the gaslight separated itself into a hundred flames.

"You said he was dead!" "So I am, to the world, to you, and to all who knew me," quietly.
"Why have you returned ?" Hans shrugged.

"I don't know.