Something must have happened to him." "Of course, my wise cousin.

But what ?" Rupert began to pace up and down the room, smoking another cigarette at a great pace.

Rischenheim sat down by the table, resting his head on his hand.

He was wearied out by strain and excitement, his wounded arm pained him greatly, and he was full of horror and remorse at the event which happened unknown to him the night before.
"I wish I was quit of it," he moaned at last.

Rupert stopped before him.
"You repent of your misdeeds ?" he asked.