The revolver was where he had laid it.
"Read this," she said.
The visitor glanced through it.

"It is Gregor's hand.

Poor old chap! I shall never forgive my self." "For what ?" "For dragging him into this.

They must have intercepted one of my telegrams." He stared dejectedly at the strip of oilcloth in front of the range.

"You are an American ?" "Yes." "God has been exceedingly kind to your country.