“Well, sir, I fear that you do not understand. I have been attending some of our officials who have been hurt very badly by the same prisoner, and we have him in the mad-house, very dangerously injured by the officer who found them a few minutes after the act had been committed, just as you were found, and he pleaded innocent, just as he did in your case.” “I will say to you, and I must say to all men, that he did not harm me. I am not ill. I must be discharged from this place.” “Very well; I will see about it.” Going to another part of the hospital, where the other patients who had fallen to the floor had been taken, the doctor, turning to the superintendent, said: “Good morning. You are feeling much better this morning?” “I am, sir. I do not feel ill. I am not ill, and shall leave for the office at once. Why am I here? I have not been ill. As I awakened this morning I could not for a moment realize where I was and what had happened.” “Have you no recollection of any trouble?” “I do not remember of any. Oh, yes! The mysterious ghost is all the trouble I have had for some time. But how is the guard the prisoner hurt? Is he dead? What have they done with him? Did I not order him to be brought in, so that the superior officers might see what could be done? Oh, I do remember, now! It was not clear in my mind until now; now it has begun to clear up so that I can remember. Pray tell me why you brought me here? I do not remember of coming. Who is in charge of the office?” “An officer is taking care of the office. It is well cared for. “I have some mail here. Shall I leave it at the office, or here?” “The officer is able to read.” “You are not to make me sick by saying these things. I am not sick. “What have I here? A letter from the murderer of the mysterious woman ghost! What does this mean? Listen: “‘_I want to confess. I did the murdering, and not the prisoner you have there. He is innocent._’ “Well, well! He does not give his name and I wonder how he knows of a mysterious ghost, as I have guarded very carefully about the mystery. I have avoided gossip about the matter, preferring that it should not get out. But I should be glad to free the ghost and let her out. I should be entirely willing if she would go. When I go to the office, I shall send for the prisoner whose name I hear called so much. And I shall show him this letter and notice if any change comes over him. “Now I shall leave for the office, and you, guard, may bring the prisoner numbered 78 there.” Soon a guard appeared at my side, saying: “You are wanted at the office. Get up there.” “I am not able to go. I have been badly hurt, and I am heart-sick. I know that I can not live this life any longer.” “You will not have to, perhaps, if you knew what I know. You would make an effort to get up and come along with me,” said the guard.