d
here would be an opportunity to test his theory that much of the
evidence to the senses is worthless. From the moment he had determined
upon this course he had based his hopes upon this test. Saul had made
it clear that the descriptions given by the witnesses were vague, and
now in the excitement of confronting their assailant they were apt to
be still more unsubstantial. If he could succeed in terrifying them,
he could convince them to a point where they would make all their
excited visions fit him to a hair.

And so as each man was brought before him, Donaldson looked at him from
beneath lowering brows with his mind fixed so fiercely upon the
determination to force them to see him as the shadowy brute who had
attacked them that he in reality looked the part. Two of the men
withdrew, wiping their foreheads, after making the identification
absolute.

The third witness, a woman, promptly fainted. When she revived she
said she was willing to take her oath that this was the man. Not only
was she sure of his height, weight, and complexion, but she recognized
the same malicious gleam which flashed from the demon's eyes as he had
stood over her. She shivered in fright.

The fourth victim was a man of fifty. He was slower to decide, but the
longer he stood in front of Donaldson, the surer he became. Donaldson,
with his arms folded, never allowed his eyes to move from the honest
eyes of this other. And as he looked he made a mental picture of the
act of creeping up behind this man, of lifting his weapon, finally of
striking. With the act of striking, his shoulders lifted, so intense
was his determination.

The man drew back from him.

"Yes," he said, "I am sure. This is the brute."

It was two hours later before Donaldson was finally handed over to the
officers of the Tombs, and Saul turned back reluctantly to give to the
eager reporters as meagre an outline of the story as he could.

CHAPTER XXIII

_When the Dead Awake_

Donaldson, without removing his clothes, tumbled across his bunk and
fell into a merciful stupor which lasted until morning. He was aroused
by a rough shaking and staggered to his feet to find Saul again
confronting him. The latter had evidently been some time at his task,
for he exclaimed,

"I thought you were dead! You certainly sleep like an honest man."

"Sleep? Where am I?"

"You are at present enjoying a cell in the Tombs. You seem to like it."

Donaldson presse