pair of very bright, keen eyes. He was a tall, thin man, with sleek black hair gone grey at the temples. He had a cleanly-shaven face, much lined and wrinkled at the corners of the eyes and of the mouth; and when he presently spoke I discovered that his lips parted quickly, showing the line of his white teeth, and yet with nothing of a smile. It was as though the lips moved mechanically in some still strong mask; only the eyes were very much alive. And after his first glance round the room I saw that his eyes rested only on me. "Who are you? What do you want?" he demanded sharply. I did not answer his question; I pointed weakly to the hanging man. "Aren't you going—going to do anything with him?" I blurted out. He shrugged his shoulders. "He's dead; and the other one,"—he let his eyes rest for a moment on the old man—"the other one is as good as dead for anything he understands. The matter is between us, and perhaps I'd better hear you first." "I can't—not with that in the room!" I whispered, striving to steady my voice. He shrugged his shoulders again, and drew from his pocket a knife. Keeping his eyes fixed on the swaying figure above him, he mounted to a chair, and so to the table, deftly and strongly lifted the dead man upon one shoulder while he severed the rope above his head. Then he stepped down, first to the chair and then to the floor, and laid the thing, not ungently, on a couch in the corner. I was able now to avert my eyes from it. "Does that please you?" he asked, with something of a sneer. "Get forward into the light a little; I want to see you." I stepped forward, and he looked me up and down; then he nodded slowly, and showed that white gleam of his teeth. "I see—a convict," he said. "From what prison?" "Many miles from here," I answered him. "I escaped early this morning; someone brought me as far as this on a motor-car. I broke in—because I wanted food and a change of clothing. I was desperate." "I see—I see," he said, in his smooth voice. "A change of clothing, and food. Perhaps we may be able to provide you with both." "You mean you'll promise to do so, while you communicate with the police, I suppose?" I answered sullenly. He smiled, and shook his head. "That is not my way of doing things