"Farewell now, and Heaven speed you!" The boy waved his hand in adieu, and started off at a sharp pace.

Sir Norman turned in the opposite direction for a short walk, to cool the fever in his blood, and think over all that had happened.

As he went slowly along, in the shadow of the houses, he suddenly tripped up over something lying in his path, and was nearly precipitated over it.
Stooping down to examine the stumbling-block, it proved to be the rigid body of a man, and that man was Ormiston, stark and dead, with his face upturned to the calm night-sky..