About four o'clock in the morning, I was awakened by the police.

They had found Tom Langdon dead, with his skull crushed, evidently by the blow of a club or a hammer.

They said I did it." A slight gasp traveled over the lips of Medaine, still by the window.
Ba'tiste, his features old and lined, reached out with one big hand and patted the man on the shoulder.

Then for a long time, there was silence.
"Eet is the lie, eh ?" "Ba'tiste," Houston turned appealingly to him "as I live, that's all I know.

I never saw Langdon after he took that mallet from me.