It was all a confused maze, into the mystery of which he was unable to penetrate.

That it was Molly McDonald shrinking there in the dark corner of the barracks wall he had no doubt.

She might not have recognized him, or imagined that he saw her, but that spear of light had certainly revealed a face not to be mistaken.

White as it was, haggard with terror, half concealed by straggling hair, the identification was nevertheless complete.

The very piteousness of expression appealed to him.