you read, or mingled with your breath as you slept?"

I shook my head, fascinated by the intensity of his gaze into some sort
of response.

"Then you cannot understand me, or what I have suffered these last three
weeks." And he drew back with an icy reserve that seemed to promise but
little to my now thoroughly awakened curiosity.

"I beg your pardon," I hastened to say; "but the fact of my never having
experienced such sensations does not hinder me from comprehending the
emotions of others more affected by spiritual influences than myself."

He drew himself slowly forward. "Then you will not ridicule me if I say
that upon the eve of Mr. Leavenworth's murder I experienced in a dream
all that afterwards occurred; saw him murdered, saw"--and he clasped
his hands before him, in an attitude inexpressibly convincing, while his
voice sank to a horrified whisper, "saw the face of his murderer!"

I started, looked at him in amazement, a thrill as at a ghostly presence
running through me.

"And was that----" I began.

"My reason for denouncing the man I beheld before me in the hall of
Miss Leavenworth's house last night? It was." And, taking out his
handkerchief, he wiped his forehead, on which the perspiration was
standing in large drops.

"You would then intimate that the face you saw in your dream and the
face you saw in the hall last night were the same?"

He gravely nodded his head.

I drew my chair nearer to his. "Tell me your dream," said I.

"It was the night before Mr. Leavenworth's murder. I had gone to bed
feeling especially contented with myself and the world at large; for,
though my life is anything but a happy one," and he heaved a short sigh,
"some pleasant words had been said to me that day, and I was revelling
in the happiness they conferred, when suddenly a chill struck my heart,
and the darkness which a moment before had appeared to me as the abode
of peace thrilled to the sound of a supernatural cry, and I heard my
name, 'Trueman, Trueman, True-man,' repeated three times in a voice I
did not recognize, and starting from my pillow beheld at my bedside a
woman. Her face was strange to me," he solemnly proceeded, "but I can
give you each and every detail of it, as, bending above me, she stared
into my eyes with a growing terror that seemed to implore help, though
her lips were quiet, and only the memory of that cry echoed in my ears."

"Describe the face," I interposed.

"It was a round, fair, la