What did it matter, the killing of an animal more or less?
His mind was fixed uneasily upon the past, searching always for something which he failed to discover.

At dawn he watched for that strangely wonderful, transforming birth of the day, and at night he sat outside the banda, waiting till the mountains on the other side of the river had lost shape and faded into the violet darkness.

His conversation with Von Ragastein had unsettled him.

Without knowing definitely why, he wanted him back again.

Memories that had long since ceased to torture were finding their way once more into his brain.
On the first day he had striven to rid himself of them in the usual fashion.
"Doctor, you've got some whisky, haven't you ?" he asked.
The doctor nodded.
"There is a case somewhere to be found," he admitted.