For a few minutes after the wolf-man and his hunters had gone from the corral Philip did not move from the window.

He almost forgot that the girl was standing behind him.

At no time since Pierre Breault had revealed the golden snare had the situation been more of an enigma to him than now.

Was Bram Johnson actually mad--or was he playing a colossal sham?
The question had unleashed itself in his brain with a suddenness that had startled him.

Out of the past a voice came to him distinctly, and it said, "A madman never forgets!" It was the voice of a great alienist, a good friend of his, with whom he had discussed the sanity of a man whose crime had shocked the country.