From an early hour in the morning he walked about the streets, circling ever nearer to the hateful place.

All at once he found himself facing Mr.
Woodstock.

The old man's face was darkly anxious, and he could not change its expression quickly enough.
"Are you going in ?" he said sharply.
"Are you ?" "Yes." "Then I shall not," said Waymark.

"I'll go to your place, and wait there." But when Abraham, whose eyes had not moved from the prisoner throughout the proceedings, rose at length to leave, a step or two brought him to a man who was leaning against the wall, powerless from conflicting excitement, and deadly pale.

It was Waymark.