The question fell with a terrible weight upon my ears--it was clear that the man's senses had fled. "Frank Burgoyne is my name," was my reply. "You were going to tell me who it was your wife went to see, and why you wanted me." "Wanted you? Ah, yes! I've seen you before--in Drury Lane. Nell showed you to me, for you gave evidence at the inquest. Yes, I've seen you!" In a moment the remembrance of that mysterious encounter in Drury Lane came vividly back to me. Was this the suspicious character who had come up as if he meant to speak to me, and who afterwards vanished? There was something very awful in the ravings of that man during the next quarter of a hour. At times he was apparently hiding like a beaten hound, cringing and whining, while from the mention of the Junior Garrick Club it struck me that he was, in imagination, pleading to be allowed to stay outside the club house. "I _will_ see him! I _will_ wait, if I stay here till I die!" he yelled wildly, struggling to rise. My endeavours to hold him down were at length successful, and, apparently exhausted, he lay back, groaning and muttering. Slowly and wearily the time passed. When at last I looked at my watch its hands pointed to the hour of half-past four. In a frenzy of excitement I listened breathlessly for every word, hoping to catch some clue to the problem. The sick man moaned and ground his teeth, ever and anon raising his voice, startling me with the suddenness of the outbursts. Lower and lower sank the candle in its socket, until I feared that unless the day soon dawned we should be in darkness. A cold shiver ran through me. Then strain was beginning to take effect; my limbs trembled with the tension to which my nerves subjected them. Presently the day broke, and never was it more welcome. The candle had just flickered and died out when the injured man spoke with startling distinctness. "You shall be revenged, Nell, never fear! I'll find him. He has seen him once--red-handed _then_. The blood was upon him--he shall be richly repaid!" Was he talking of me? I had seen the murderer once, certainly. "I tell you I will! My oath is sacred. Who will believe me, without him--without Burgoyne?" he continued in his delirium. Hoping a sudden fright might bring him to consciousness, I laid my hand upon his arm sharply, and exclaimed,-- "What do you want me to do?" Seemingly startled for a moment, he was silent. Then he asked,-- "What time is it?" "Half-past six," I answered. "I've told you all. That cursed fall last night has done for me; or I would have gone with you--gone with you to--to--" Again he faltered. The fingers which I clasped seemed to stiffen around mine and grow cold. He was dying! "For Heaven's sake bear up a few moments!" I implored. "There _must_ be a doctor about now. See, it's getting light!"