He remembers nothing.

He seems to me to have been suffering that day from a return of his fever, and besides that, he had had some whisky--very little would overcome a man in his condition--so that if he crawled out into the sunshine, and finally lay down among the bushes to sleep, it is perfectly credible that the murder might have been committed close to him without his knowing anything about it." "But the hatchet?
Was it not his ?" "Yes.

But he denies--whatever his denial may be worth--that the heavy stick which was found by him, ever was his; and though it is a hard thing to say, it can be imagined that the very things which fasten suspicion on him may have been arranged for that purpose by another person." "He does say something on the subject then, since he denies the stick being his?
Did he talk to you willingly on the subject ?" asked Mrs.
Costello.
Mr.Strafford answered her question by another.
"Have you courage and strength to see him ?" "Yes; if you think it well for me to do so." Lucia caught her mother's hand.
"You have not, mamma, you must not go! Mr.Strafford, she cannot bear the exertion." "You do not know what I can bear, my child.

Certainly this, if it is needful or advisable." "You will find it less trying in some ways than you perhaps expect," Mr.
Strafford went on, "and in others more so.

There is nothing in the man you will see to remind you of the past, and yet my great reason for thinking it well for you to see him is a hope that you may be able to recall the past to him, so as to bring him back to something like clearness of comprehension.