The people of that town, if they had seen him take that old man's gold, would not have believed the evidence of their senses. They would have placed their opinion of him against the evidence of their eyes, and his reputation would turn the balance as though nothing was in the other scale. He was sure of that. To the left was the Island. The old man probably still lived and would live for some time, but the will was now safe. Maud was still unmarried, and he--was free! Free in a double sense: free to marry again, and free from the clutches of the law--so far. In front of him lay the Manor Park with its stifling groves and alleys, whose lush, rank vegetation and loathsome reptiles and insects kept curious boy and prying man at bay. By his side stood the Manor House, upon which no green thing would grow, and which had an evil name. Beneath him was that repulsive tower, up which no one would care to go except upon dire compulsion. Behind him---- Yes, behind him lay--It. The question was, Would his reputation in the town, the fact that by noon to-morrow everyone in Daneford would believe he had lost his wife in the _Rodwell_, the unpopular Park, the uncanny house, the foul tower, the parapet, the remains of this tank (perfect five feet from the roof, except for one eighteen-inch plate, which, owing to its position at the back, could not be even missed from any standpoint but the top of the tower itself), keep It from discovery? be an effectual and life-long barrier between detection and crime, so that he might marry and live once more in----? Well, never mind in what. Anyway, might live? It was a long question. He put it to himself many times, and could arrive at no answer. His reason answered Yes. His imagination answered No; and according as his reason or his imagination dominated he hoped or he despaired. The hours advanced. It would be well to get this all over and go down. He had locked the door on the passage, and there was no need for fear or hurry. But staying here did no good, and he had now sufficiently recovered to go down. He stepped out of the tank and approached the burden. He raised it, and bending low carried it to the tank. There was difficulty in getting it through the narrow opening, but at last all was accomplished. He stepped out of the tank, and stood on the open part of the top of the tower for a few moments to recover his breath. "Hah! I am all right now. I shall grope my way down very well; it will not take half so long to go down as it did to come up." He placed his hand on the hood of the doorway and stooped to descend; he paused and drew back, thinking: "If I have killed her, that is no reason why I should add brutality to crime. I did not cover her face, and the birds might----" He crept back to the tank, leaving the thought unfinished. He entered it and stooped.