The riddle he could never have solved for himself in a manner that had not shattered his future peace of mind, was solved and well solved if this were death.
"Where--where is Rotherby ?" he inquired presently.
There was a stir, and men drew back, leaving an open lane to the place where Rotherby stood.

Mr.Caryll saw him, and smiled, and his smile held no tinge of mockery.

"You are the best friend I ever had, Rotherby," he startled all by saying.

"Let him approach," he begged.
Rotherby came forward like one who walks in his sleep.

"I am sorry," he said thickly, "cursed sorry." "There's scarce the need," said Mr.Caryll.