carousing and brawling went on with symmetrical regularity.

However, there was a change of incident at last. The jailer brought in an old man, and said to him —

“The villain is in this room — cast thy old eyes about and see if thou canst say which is he.”

Hendon glanced up, and experienced a pleasant sensation for the first time since he had been in the jail. He said to himself, “This is Blake Andrews, a servant all his life in my father’s family — a good honest soul, with a right heart in his breast. That is, formerly. But none are true now; all are liars. This man will know me — and will deny me, too, like the rest.”

The old man gazed around the room, glanced at each face in turn, and finally said —