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"
He
gazed
at
me
with
bleared
,
drunken
eyes
for
a
moment
,
and
then
I
saw
a
horror
spring
up
in
them
,
and
convulse
his
whole
features
,
which
showed
me
that
he
knew
me
.
He
staggered
back
with
a
livid
face
,
and
I
saw
the
perspiration
break
out
upon
his
brow
,
while
his
teeth
chattered
in
his
head
.
At
the
sight
,
I
leaned
my
back
against
the
door
and
laughed
loud
and
long
.
I
had
always
known
that
vengeance
would
be
sweet
,
but
I
had
never
hoped
for
the
contentment
of
soul
which
now
possessed
me
.
"'
You
dog
!
'
I
said
;
'
I
have
hunted
you
from
Salt
Lake
City
to
St.
Petersburg
,
and
you
have
always
escaped
me
.
Now
,
at
last
your
wanderings
have
come
to
an
end
,
for
either
you
or
I
shall
never
see
to-morrow
's
sun
rise
.
'
He
shrunk
still
further
away
as
I
spoke
,
and
I
could
see
on
his
face
that
he
thought
I
was
mad
.
So
I
was
for
the
time
.
The
pulses
in
my
temples
beat
like
sledge-hammers
,
and
I
believe
I
would
have
had
a
fit
of
some
sort
if
the
blood
had
not
gushed
from
my
nose
and
relieved
me
.
"'
What
do
you
think
of
Lucy
Ferrier
now
?
'
I
cried
,
locking
the
door
,
and
shaking
the
key
in
his
face
.
'
Punishment
has
been
slow
in
coming
,
but
it
has
overtaken
you
at
last
.
'
I
saw
his
coward
lips
tremble
as
I
spoke
.
He
would
have
begged
for
his
life
,
but
he
knew
well
that
it
was
useless
.
"'
Would
you
murder
me
?
'
he
stammered
.
"'
There
is
no
murder
,
'
I
answered
.
'
Who
talks
of
murdering
a
mad
dog
?
What
mercy
had
you
upon
my
poor
darling
,
when
you
dragged
her
from
her
slaughtered
father
,
and
bore
her
away
to
your
accursed
and
shameless
harem
.
'
"'
It
was
not
I
who
killed
her
father
,
'
he
cried
.
"'
But
it
was
you
who
broke
her
innocent
heart
,
'
I
shrieked
,
thrusting
the
box
before
him
.
'
Let
the
high
God
judge
between
us
.
Choose
and
eat
.
There
is
death
in
one
and
life
in
the
other
.
I
shall
take
what
you
leave
.
Let
us
see
if
there
is
justice
upon
the
earth
,
or
if
we
are
ruled
by
chance
.
'
"
He
cowered
away
with
wild
cries
and
prayers
for
mercy
,
but
I
drew
my
knife
and
held
it
to
his
throat
until
he
had
obeyed
me
.
Then
I
swallowed
the
other
,
and
we
stood
facing
one
another
in
silence
for
a
minute
or
more
,
waiting
to
see
which
was
to
live
and
which
was
to
die
.
Shall
I
ever
forget
the
look
which
came
over
his
face
when
the
first
warning
pangs
told
him
that
the
poison
was
in
his
system
?
I
laughed
as
I
saw
it
,
and
held
Lucy
's
marriage
ring
in
front
of
his
eyes
.
It
was
but
for
a
moment
,
for
the
action
of
the
alkaloid
is
rapid
.
A
spasm
of
pain
contorted
his
features
;
he
threw
his
hands
out
in
front
of
him
,
staggered
,
and
then
,
with
a
hoarse
cry
,
fell
heavily
upon
the
floor
.
I
turned
him
over
with
my
foot
,
and
placed
my
hand
upon
his
heart
.
There
was
no
movement
.
He
was
dead
!
"
The
blood
had
been
streaming
from
my
nose
,
but
I
had
taken
no
notice
of
it
.
I
do
n't
know
what
it
was
that
put
it
into
my
head
to
write
upon
the
wall
with
it
.
Perhaps
it
was
some
mischievous
idea
of
setting
the
police
upon
a
wrong
track
,
for
I
felt
light-hearted
and
cheerful
.
I
remembered
a
German
being
found
in
New
York
with
RACHE
written
up
above
him
,
and
it
was
argued
at
the
time
in
the
newspapers
that
the
secret
societies
must
have
done
it
.
I
guessed
that
what
puzzled
the
New
Yorkers
would
puzzle
the
Londoners
,
so
I
dipped
my
finger
in
my
own
blood
and
printed
it
on
a
convenient
place
on
the
wall
.
Then
I
walked
down
to
my
cab
and
found
that
there
was
nobody
about
,
and
that
the
night
was
still
very
wild
.
