Again a convulsive look of rage came over his face.

He had remembered his landlady.

How could the woman whom he had treated so generously have betrayed him to his arch-enemy ?--to the official, that is, who had entered into a conspiracy years ago to have him confined--him, an absolutely sane man with a great avenging work to do in the world-- in a lunatic asylum.
He stepped out into the open air, and the curtain, falling-to behind him, blotted out the tall, thin figure from the little group of people who had watched him disappear.
Even Daisy felt a little scared.

"He did look bad, didn't he, now ?" she turned appealingly to Mr.Hopkins.
"Yes, that he did, poor gentleman--your lodger, too ?" he looked sympathetically at Mrs.Bunting.
She moistened her lips with her tongue.

"Yes," she repeated dully, "my lodger.".