”Beseated，MissScott，”heentreated，takingachairhimself。”Youhavedescribedthespotandsomeofthecircumstancesofmydaughter’sdeathasaccuratelyasifyouhadbeenthere。Butyouhavedoubtlessreadafullaccountofthosedetailsinthepapers；possiblyseenpictureswhichwouldmaketheplacequiterealtoyou。Themindisastrangestorehouse。Wedonotalwaysknowwhatlieshiddenwithinit。””That’strue，”sheadmitted。”Buttheman！Ihadneverseentheman，oranypictureofhim，andhisfacewasclearestofall。I
shouldknowitifIsawitanywhere。Itisimprintedonmymemoryasplainlyasyours。Oh，Ihopenevertoseethatman！”
Mr。Challonersighed；hehadreallyanticipatedsomethingfromtheinterview。Thedisappointmentwaskeen。Amomentofexpectation；
thethrillwhichcomestousallundertheshadowofthesupernatural，andthen-this！ayoungandimaginativegirl’sdream，convincingtoherselfbutsupplyingnothingwhichhadnotalreadybeensuppliedbothbythefactsandhisownimagination！Amanhadstoodatthestaircase，andthismanhadraisedhisarm。Shesaidthatshehadseensomethinglikeapistolinhishand，buthisdaughterhadnotbeenshot。Thishethoughtitwelltopointouttoher。
Leaningtowardherthathemightgetherfullattention，hewaitedtillhereyesmethis，thenquietlyasked：”Haveyouevernamedthismantoyourself?”