Itwasimpossibleafterwardstoreconstructthemannerofitsoccurrence。ToAngele’smind——whattherewasleftofit——thematteralwaysremainedahideousblur，ablot，avague，terribleconfusion。Nodoubttheytwohadbeenwatched。theplansucceededtoowellforanyothersupposition。Onemoonlessnight，Angele，arrivingundertheblackshadowofthepeartreesalittleearlierthanusual，foundtheapparentlyfamiliarfigurewaitingforher。Allunsuspectingshegaveherselftotheembraceofastrangepairofarms，andVanameearrivingbutascoreofmomentslater，stumbledoverherprostratebody，inertandunconscious，intheshadowoftheoverspiringtrees。
WhowastheOther？AngelewascarriedtoherhomeontheSeedranch，delirious，allbutraving，andVanamee，withknifeandrevolverready，rangedthecountry-sidelikeawolf。Hewasnotalone。Thewholecountyrose，raging，horror-struck。Posseafterpossewasformed，sentout，andreturned，withoutsomuchasaclue。Uponnoonecouldeventheshadowofsuspicionbethrown。TheOtherhadwithdrawnintoanimpenetrablemystery。
Thereheremained。Heneverwasfound。heneverwassomuchasheardof。Alegendaroseabouthim，thisprowlerofthenight，thisstrange，fearfulfigure，withanunseenface，swoopingintherefromoutthedarkness，comeandgoneinaninstant，butleavingbehindhimatrackofterroranddeathandrageandundyinggrief。Withintheyear，ingivingbirthtothechild，Angelehaddied。
ThelittlebabewastakenbyAngele’sparents，andAngelewasburiedintheMissiongardenneartotheaged，greysundial。
Vanameestoodbyduringtheceremony，buthalfconsciousofwhatwasgoingforward。Atthelastmomenthehadsteppedforward，lookedlongintothedeadfaceframedinitsplaitsofgoldhair，thehairthatmadethree-corneredtheround，whiteforehead。