As his glance wandered he saw that the judge's nerveless fingers still grasped the butt of a revolver.
White-faced he turned away.

"Is he dead, Colonel ?" asked the little lamplighter in an awe-struck voice.

"Was he murdered ?" and visions of future notoriety flashed through his mind.
The colonel and Watt exchanged shocked glances.
"Here, Shrimplin, help me with Marsh!" said Watt.

"We must get him out of here at once!" They lifted Langham in their arms and bore him into an adjoining room.
As they placed him upon the bed he recovered consciousness and clutched Watt by the sleeve.
"I've been seeing all sorts of things to-night--it began while I lay in that ditch with the pigs rooting about me! Where is my father, can't you find him ?" he demanded eagerly.
Watt turned his head away.
"Then that was not a dream--you saw it, too ?" said Langham huskily.

He dropped back on his pillow.