No language could have more forcibly betrayed the real desperation of his mind at the critical moment when the widow's life hung in the balance. He saw this, perhaps, when it was too late, for the sweat started on his brow, and he drew himself up like a man nerving himself to meet a blow he no longer hoped to avert. One further remark, however, left his lips. "Whatever I did or of whatever I was thinking, one thing I here declare to be true, and that is, that I did not see the widow again after she left my side and went back to her kitchen in the rear of the house. The hand that struck her may have been lifted while I stood in the hall, but if so, I did not know it, nor can I tell you now who it was that killed her." It was the first attempt at direct disavowal which he had made, and it had its effect. The coroner softened a trifle of his austerity, and the jurymen glanced at each other relieved. But the weight of suspicion against this young man was too heavy, and his manner had been too unfortunate, for this effect to last long. Gladly as many would have been to credit this denial, if only for the name he bore and a certain fine aspect of gentlemanhood that surrounded him in spite of his present humiliation, it was no longer possible to do so without question, and he seemed to feel this and do his best to accept the situation with patience. An inquiry which was put to him at this time by a juryman showed the existent state of feeling against him. "May I ask," that individual dryly interrogated, "why you came back to Sibley, after having left it?" The response came clear and full. Evidently the gravity of his position had at last awakened the latent resources of Mr. Hildreth's mind. "I heard of the death of this woman, and my surprise caused me to return." "How did you hear of it?" "Through the newspapers." "And you were surprised?" "I was astounded; I felt as if I had received a blow myself, and could not rest till I had come back where I could learn the full particulars." "So, then, it was curiosity that brought you to the inquest to-day?" "It was." The juryman looked at him astonished; so did all the rest. His manner was so changed, his answers so prompt and ringing. "And what was it," broke in the coroner, "that led you to register yourself at the hotel under a false name?" "I scarcely know," was the answer, given with less fire and some show of embarrassment. "Perhaps I thought that, under the circumstances, it would be better for me not to use my own." "In other words, you were afraid?" exclaimed the coroner, with the full impressiveness of his somewhat weighty voice and manner. It was a word to make the weakest of men start. Mr. Hildreth, who was conspicuous in his own neighborhood for personal if not for moral courage, flushed till it looked as if the veins would burst on his forehead, but he made no other reply than a proud and angry look and a short: