a stone wall. It's quite true, as you suspected,
that he and Collins are one. I knew him by a queer scar on his hand,
shaped like a star--perhaps you've observed it? But he didn't mind. He
seemed even to find a sort of pleasure in telling me how he had been to
a clever fellow in Paris, and got himself made over into another man, so
that he might the more easily turn his back upon various little episodes
of the past. I couldn't have proved it if I'd wanted to, he was so
different, and had worked up such a new record for himself to travel on.
He knew that, and he knew, too, that I was in his power."

"I don't exactly see how _that_ came about," I objected.

"Don't you? You're not so quick as usual, then. I'd been accused of the
murder at the Santa Anna Hotel. I hooked it, and got over to Mexico, so
to Spain and France. I'd always been a black sheep, you know, but that
was the first really serious trouble I'd got into. However, as I said,
five years later, when Wildred and I met, I was in Canada; I'd turned
actor (I'd always a little talent that way), and was doing pretty well.
He pointed out to me--and I wasn't very long in seeing his point--that I
was not so much changed but what I should easily be recognised by those
who had known me during those wild days when I'd been under his thumb in
San Francisco, and the authorities there would still be very glad to
hear of me. He didn't happen to want anything of me just then, but he
allowed me to understand that it was to my interest to keep sweet with
him. And from that day to this he's had his eye on me."

"But it was _he_ who was accused of that murder, not you," I said.

"_What!_"

The man seemed either not to believe or understand me.

I repeated the statement, and then, when he stammered his astonishment,
his ignorance of all that had taken place in San Francisco after his
escape (at which we had all tacitly connived at the time), I went on to
explain the true circumstances of the case. Carson Wildred had deceived
him into the belief that he alone had been suspected--that if he were
caught he would be promptly hanged.

"He has told the same story to your sister, I would swear!" I exclaimed,
hotly. "It is for this reason that she has been persuaded into promising
to marry him. Believing that he knows your whereabouts, and holds it in
his power at any moment to have you punished as a murderer--believing,
too, no doubt, that you did commit the murder, she has been rea