He could recognize something of her features in the upturned face, and his eyes softened.

There was no use seeking again to arouse him; even had he been sober, he would not have talked freely.

Keith lifted the dangling feet into a more comfortable position, turned the lamp lower, went out, and latched the door.

Two men were tramping heavily up the stairs, and they turned into the hall at the very moment he disappeared within his own room.

He still retained his grasp upon the latch, when a voice outside asked: "What number did you say, Bill--29 ?" Keith straightened up as though suddenly pricked by a knife; he could never forget that voice--it was Hawley's..