Occasionally he would shift them for a
moment, but invariably, with each new interrogatory, they would turn to
that particular spot, as the needle to the pole, not through any
volition of his own, but drawn by some influence against which he was
temporarily powerless.

"That man is under a spell; he is being worked by some one in the
crowd," Darrell exclaimed to his father, in a low tone.

"Yes, and by some one not very far from us; I have spotted him, see if
you cannot."

Following the direction of the man's glance, Darrell began to scan the
faces of the crowd. Suddenly his pulses gave a bound. Seated at a little
distance and partially facing them was a man of the same size and height
as the prisoner, but whose every move and poise suggested alertness. He
was leaning his arms on the back of the seat before him; his head was
lowered so that his chin rested lightly on one hand, while the other
hand played nervously with the seat on which he leaned. His whole
attitude was that of a wild beast crouched, ready to spring upon his
prey. He had an oval face, with deep olive skin, wavy black hair, cut
close except where it curled low over his forehead, and through the
half-closed eyes, fixed upon the prisoner's face, Darrell caught a
glint like that of burnished steel. For an instant Darrell gazed like
one fascinated; he had not expected such an exact reproduction of the
face as he had seen it on that night. His father touched him lightly; he
nodded significantly in reply.

"There is your man!" he exclaimed.

"You are sure? You could swear to it?" queried his father.

"Swear to it? Yes. I would have known him anywhere, but sitting there,
watching that man, his face is precisely as I saw it that night. Wait a
moment, look!"

The man in his agitation at some word of the prisoner's, raised one hand
and brushed his forehead with a nervous gesture, which lifted his hair
slightly, disclosing one end of a scar.

"Did you see that scar?" Darrell questioned, eagerly. "You will find it
almost crescent shaped, rather jagged, and nearly three inches in
length."

"That is all I wanted," his father replied. "I have the warrant for his
arrest with me, and the examination is so nearly over I shall serve it
at once."

"Can I help you?" Darrell asked, as his father moved away.

"No; stay where you are; don't let him see you until after he is under
arrest."

The examination of the prisoner had just ended when Mr. Britton,
accompa