Gilderman made another confidant during the day. He was led rather inadvertently into doing so. It was Stirling West. There had been many visitors in the morning, and West had come around from the club a little before noon to congratulate his friend. The two were sitting together comfortably in the library smoking and looking out into the street. The newspapers lay in a pile upon the floor, and upon the uppermost sheet was a big pen-and-ink portrait of the Man of whom so many were now talking. West pointed to it and made some comment upon it. Gilderman looked down at the paper through the blue mist of tobacco smoke. "It doesn't look at all like Him," said he. "Doesn't it?" said West, and then he suddenly looked up at Gilderman. "Eh!" said he, "by Jove! How do you know it doesn't look like Him? Did you ever see Him?" Gilderman had spoken without thinking. His first impulse was to equivocate, but he did not. It was easier to tell about it now that he had already spoken of it to his wife. He made a sudden determination to take West into his confidence and see what he said about it all. "Yes," he said, "I have seen Him." "The deuce you say! When did you see Him?" "Not long ago. Yesterday and day before yesterday." "Where?" And Gilderman told him. "The deuce you did! Well! Well! Well! You've kept yourself mighty close about it." "I didn't want to tell about it," said Gilderman. "Why not?" said West. Gilderman considered for just one lingering moment. "Look here, Stirling," he said, suddenly, "I'll tell you about it, if you'll promise not to say anything about it to the other fellows." "All right," said West. "I'll promise." "The fact is," said Gilderman, "I let it out a moment ago without thinking what I was saying. I'm afraid I've been making rather a fool of myself, Stirling. You know I've been always more or less interested in that sort of thing. (West nodded his head.) Well, I went down to Brookfield with the De Witts to see their new house. While I was there I hunted up this Man, who was in the neighborhood at the time. I saw Him bring that other man back to life," he added. "By Jove!" commented West; "the mischief you did!" He smoked a little while in silence. "But the newspapers say it was all a fake," he said, presently. "It wasn't a fake," said Gilderman. "I don't know what it was, but I don't believe it was a fake. It was a horrible thing. I can't make head nor tail of it even yet." Then, in a more consecutive way, he told West all about what he had seen. West listened in silence, and for the third time he commented "By Jove!" when Gilderman had ended. He paused for a moment and then said, "And you saw all that, did you?"