Everything went out and all was darkness, and I lay crying for help, with that devil stabbing--stabbing--ah--" "Who, in heaven's name, is the man ?" demanded Random, standing up in his eagerness.

But Mrs.Jasher had fallen back in a faint, and Robinson was again supplying her with brandy.
"You had better leave the room, you two," he said, "or I can't be answerable for her life." "I must stay and learn the truth," said Random determinedly, "and you, Hope, go into the parlor and find that confession.

It is on the desk, as she said, all loose sheets.

No doubt it was the confession which the man she refers to tried to secure when he came back the second time.

He may make another attempt, or Painter may go to sleep.