There was none to identify it, none to claim it.
"Years passed away, and the survivor in the tragedy became a worthy and useful citizen, and a noted man of science.
"In his laboratory were many objects necessary to him in his researches, and, prominent among them, stood in a certain corner a human skeleton.

It was a very old and much-mended skeleton, and one day the long-expected end arrived, and it tumbled to pieces.
"Thus it became necessary to purchase another.
"The man of science visited a dealer he well knew--a little parchment- faced old man who kept a dingy shop, where nothing was ever sold, within the shadow of the towers of Notre Dame.
"The little parchment-faced old man had just the very thing that Monsieur wanted--a singularly fine and well-proportioned 'study.' It should be sent round and set up in Monsieur's laboratory that very afternoon.
"The dealer was as good as his word.

When Monsieur entered his laboratory that evening, the thing was in its place.
"Monsieur seated himself in his high-backed chair, and tried to collect his thoughts.

But Monsieur's thoughts were unruly, and inclined to wander, and to wander always in one direction.
"Monsieur opened a large volume and commenced to read.

He read of a man who had wronged another and fled from him, the other man following.
Finding himself reading this, he closed the book angrily, and went and stood by the window and looked out.