He was in the act of closing the suit-case when he stopped suddenly, and, with a shrug of his shoulders, turned away.

Then, as if struck by another thought, he stooped again over his baggage, and drew forth a fresh, untouched bottle of whisky.
"I guess you are the only baggage I'll need where I am going," he said, whimsically; and, leaving the open suit-case where it lay, he crossed the room, and extinguished the light.

Cautiously, he unlocked and opened the door.

For a moment, he stood listening.

Then, with the bottle hidden under his coat, he stole softly from the room.
A few minutes later, the man stood out there in the night, on the bank of the river.