"Brother," he said, "do you stay here and rest, and say no word to any man of what has happened. For me, there yet remains something to be done. I know not what; but this I do know--once more the message of the Holy Spirit is about to come to me, and I am to receive directions from on High." Hampson watched the Teacher as he slowly left the room. At the door Joseph turned and smiled faintly at his old and valued friend; and as he did so, the journalist saw, with the old inexpressible thrill that light upon the countenance which only came at the supreme moments when Heavenly direction was vouchsafed to Joseph. * * * * * Upon her wrist Mimi Addington wore a little jewelled watch set in a thin bracelet of aluminium studded with rubies. She lifted her wrist almost to her eyes to mark the time. It was as though the power of eyesight was obscured. Lord Ballina was walking, almost trotting, rapidly up and down the room--one has seen a captive wolf thus in its cage. Andrew Levison sat upon the couch, his head supported upon his hands, one foot stretched a little in front of him, and the boot tapping with ceaseless, regular movement upon the heavy Persian rug. "William is waiting at the garden gate to bring in the paper directly it arrives," Mimi Addington said. No one answered her. Lord Ballina went up and down the room. Andrew Levison's foot, in its polished boot, went tap, tap, tap, as if it were part of a machine. Then they heard it--the hoarse, raucous cry--"Evenin' Special! Slum Tragedy! 'Orrid Murder!" The words penetrated with a singular distinctness into the tent-like Eastern room, with all its warmth and perfume. Three sharp cries of relief and excitement were simultaneously uttered as the three people stood up in a horrid _tableau vivant_ of fear and expectation. Ten, twenty, thirty, forty seconds. "Oh, why does he not come?" And then the door opens quietly, and a discreet manservant brings in a folded pink paper upon a silver tray. Mimi tears it open as the man withdraws, with a low and almost animal snarl of triumph. Her eyes blaze out like emeralds. The beautiful red lips are parted; hot breath pants out between them. Then she turns suddenly white as linen. The paper falls from her hands, the life fades from her face and eyes, the strength of movement from her limbs, and she giggles feebly, as one bereft of reason. Lord Ballina snatches up the paper, scans it with rapid eyes, and then turns to Levison. "They have killed the wrong man!" he says, with a terrible oath. "They've murdered Sir Augustus Kirwan, and Joseph has gone free!" Levison staggered towards him, leant on him, and read the shocking news for himself. Lord Ballina began to weep noisily, like a frightened girl. "It's all up with us," he said; "it's all up with us! This is the end of all of it, the hand of God is in it; we're done--lost, lost! There is no forgiveness!"