With her mind steeped in the horror of the last few hours, she yet found that she was able afterwards to recall every slight particular with regard to this man's appearance, and even his dress. She remembered the firm evenness of his movements, swift, yet free from all ungraceful haste; the extreme shabbiness of his coat, his ill-arranged neck-tie, escaped from all restraint of collar and waistcoat, and flying loosely behind him; his trousers very much turned up, and very much frayed, and the almost singular height of his loose angular figure. His face, too--she remembered that better than anything--with its pale hollow cheeks and delicate outline, deep-set dark blue eyes, black eyebrows, and long, unkempt hair, which would have looked very much the better for a little trimming. A man utterly regardless of his appearance, untidy, almost slovenly in his attire, yet with something about him different from other men. He was within a few yards of her when she saw a sudden change flash into his face as their eyes met. He hesitated and a faint color came into his cheeks, only to fade away again immediately, leaving them whiter than ever. There was something in his intense gaze which at that time she had no means of understanding. But it was over in a moment. He advanced rapidly, and stood by her side. She still watched him. She could see that his whole frame was vibrating with strong internal emotion as he looked downward on the glazed eyes and motionless form of the murdered man. His lips were pallid, and his hands were tightly clasped together. There was one thing which seemed to her very strange. He had not started, or exhibited the least sign of surprise at the dreadful sight. It was almost as though he had known all about it. "This is a terrible thing," she said in a low tone, breaking the silence between them for the first time. "You have heard of it, I suppose?" He dropped down on one knee, and bent close over the dead man, feeling his heart and pulse. In that position his face was hidden from her. "No; I knew nothing. He has been killed--like this?" "Yes." "Did anyone see it? Is the man caught?" "We know nothing," she answered. "We found him like this. There was no one in sight." He rose deliberately to his feet. Her heart was beating fast now, and she looked searchingly into his face. It told her little. He was grave, but perfectly composed. "How is it that you are alone here?" he asked. "Does no one else know of this?" She moved her head in assent. "Yes; but they have all gone to hunt for the murderer. If only you had been looking from your window, you would have seen it all!" He did not look as though he shared her regret. He was standing on the other side of the dead man, with his arms folded and his eyes fixed steadily upon the cold white face. He seemed to have forgotten her presence. "An evil end to an evil life," he said slowly to himself, and then he added something which she did not hear. "You knew him, then?"