rustle which accompanied the movement, and a look
I found it hard to comprehend flashed over his features, altering his
expression so completely that he seemed another man.

"You have someone with you," he declared, advancing another step, but
with none of the uncertainty which usually accompanies the movements
of the blind. "Some dear friend," he went on, with an almost sarcastic
emphasis and a forced smile that had little of gaiety in it.

The agitated and distressed blush which answered him could have but one
interpretation. He suspected that her hand had been clasped in mine, and
she perceived his thought and knew that I perceived it also.

Drawing herself up, she moved towards him, saying in a sweet womanly
tone:

"It is no friend, Constant, not even an acquaintance. The person whom I
now present to you is a representative from some detective agency. He is
here upon a trivial errand which will soon be finished, when I will join
you in the office."

I knew she was but taking a choice between two evils, that she would
have saved her husband the knowledge of my calling as well as of my
presence in the house, if her self-respect would have allowed it; but
neither she nor I anticipated the effect which this introduction of
myself in my business capacity would produce upon him.

"A detective," he repeated, staring with his sightless eyes, as if, in
his eagerness to see, he half hoped his lost sense would return. "He can
have no trivial errand here; he has been sent by God Himself to--"

"Let me speak for you," hastily interposed his wife, springing to his
side and clasping his arm with a fervour that was equally expressive
of appeal and command. Then turning to me, she explained: "Since Mr.
Hasbrouck's unaccountable death, my husband has been labouring under
an hallucination which I have only to mention, for you to recognize its
perfect absurdity. He thinks--oh! do not look like that, Constant; you
know it is an hallucination which must vanish the moment we drag it into
broad daylight--that he--he, the best man in all the world, was himself
the assailant of Mr. Hasbrouck."

"Good God!"

"I say nothing of the impossibility of this being so," she went on in a
fever of expostulation. "He is blind, and could not have delivered such
a shot even if he had desired to; besides, he had no weapon. But the
inconsistency of the thing speaks for itself, and should assure him that
his mind is unbalanced and that he is merely