He knew now that there was something to conceal, that there was a definite reason why Gabriel Strood disappeared.
"Good-night," he said; and as he left the room he saw Kenyon sink down into his arm-chair.

There seemed something sad and very lonely in the attitude of the older man.

Once more Michel Revailloud's warning rose up within his mind.
"When it is all over, and you go home, take care that there is a lighted lamp in the room and the room not empty.

Have some one to share your memories when life is nothing but memories." At every turn the simple philosophy of Michel Revailloud seemed to obtain an instance and a confirmation.

Was that to be his own fate too?
Just for a moment he was daunted.