When I recovered strength enough, I faced the wall again.

But no boy could have remained so with that mysterious hand behind him.

I counted again and looked--the most of a naked arm was exposed.

I put my hands over my eyes and counted till I could stand it no longer, and then -- the pallid face of a man was there, with the corners of the mouth drawn down, and the eyes fixed and glassy in death! I raised to a sitting posture and glowered on that corpse till the light crept down the bare breastline by line--inch by inch--past the nipple--and then it disclosed a ghastly stab! I went away from there.

I do not say that I went away in any sort of a hurry, but I simply went--that is sufficient.