A NEW PRISONER ARRIVES It was far past midnight when King was roused from the doze into which he had fallen, exhausted and disconsolate, an hour earlier.

Sounds of unusual commotion reached him from the outer room.

Instantly he was wide awake, breathing heavily in the sudden overpowering fear that he had slept for many hours and that the time had come for the conspirators to go forth.

Was it the 26th?
Loud, quick commands came to his ears; the moving of eager footsteps; the drawing of bolts.
"They are here at last," he heard some one say.

"God, this suspense has been horrible.