Awdrey swayed from side to side. His excitement was so intense that he would have fallen if Dr. Rumsey had not caught him. The night was a chilly one, but the terrified and stricken man was bathed in perspiration. "Come, Awdrey, you have told me everything, and it is fully time to return home," said the doctor. "I vow I won't go back until I see that man's face, Dr. Rumsey. What name did they give him at the trial? Frank--Frank Everett--was he the man convicted of the murder?" "Yes, of course, you must remember that--he is serving his time now in Portland." Awdrey faced round suddenly, and looked into the doctor's eyes. "It is all a mistake then," he said, in a queer sort of whisper. "I swear that before God. I saw Everett once--he was a thickly made man--that fellow is slighter, taller, younger. He carries my stick and wears my clothes. Why in the name of Heaven can't I see his face? What are you saying, doctor?" "Only that I must take you home, my good fellow. You are my patient, and I cannot permit this excitement any longer." "But the murder is still going on. Can't you see the whole thing for yourself? That fellow with his back to us is the murderer. He uses his stick as a bayonet. What did I once hear about that? Oh that I could remember! There is a cloud before my mind--oh, God in Heaven, that I could rend it! Do not speak to me for a moment, doctor, I am struggling with a memory." Awdrey flung himself on the ground--he pressed his hands before his eyes--he looked like a demented man. Suddenly he sprang to his feet. "I have it," he said with a laugh, which sounded hollow. "If I look in the pond I shall see the man's face. His face must be reflected in it. Stay where you are, doctor, I'll be back with you in a minute. I am getting at it--light is coming--it is all returning to me. He uses his stick as a bayonet, prodding him in the mouth. Old, old--what am I saying?--who told me that long ago? Yes I shall see his face in the pond." Awdrey ran wildly to the edge of the water. He paused just where the silver light fell full across the dark pond. Rumsey followed him in hot haste. He knew that his patient was in the condition when he might leap into the pond at any moment. Catching on to an alder-tree, Awdrey now bent forward until he caught the reflection in the water--he slid down on his knees to examine it more carefully. "Take care, Awdrey, you'll slip in if you are not careful," cried Rumsey. Awdrey was silent for a moment--his own reflection greeted him--he looked straight down at his own face and figure. Suddenly he rose to his feet: a long shiver ran through his frame. He went up to Rumsey with a queer unsteady laugh. "I have seen the man's face," he said. "It was your own face, my dear fellow," said the doctor. "I saw it reflected distinctly in the water." "I am satisfied," said Awdrey, in a changed and yet steady voice. "We can go home now."