His own name had been inscribed there last, and he started when he saw another written beneath it in a bold flowing hand.

But the light was so dim that he could not at first make it out, and despite all his courage and power of will an uncanny feeling seized him.

A chill ran along his spine, and his hair lifted a little.
With a cry of anger at himself, he seized the candle and held it over the page.

Then he read the new name: _Fernand Weber, Paris and Alsace._ With another exclamation, but this time of relief, he put the candle back upon the desk.

Two beads of perspiration that had formed upon his brow rolled from it, and fell upon the register.