experienced a shock of surprise. The man had not

moved. He saw his shadow in the same place. He started, then stepped in with a feeling of being about to slove a mystery. It was very simple. For an infinitesimal fraction of a second, against the light of two flaring and gut- tering candles, through a blue, pungent, thin haze which made his eyes smart, he saw the man standing, as he had imagined him, with his back to the door, casting an enormous and distorted shadow upon the wall. Swifter than a flash of lightning followed the impression of his constrained, toppling attitude the shoulders projecting forward, the head sunk low upon the breast. Then he distinguished the arms behind his back, and wrenched so terribly that the two clinch- ed fists, lashed together, had been forced up higher than the shoulder-blades. From there his eyes traced in one instantaneous glance the hide rope going up- ward from the tied wrists, over a heavy beam, and down to a staple in the wall. He did not want to look at the rigid legs, at the feet hanging down nerve- lessly, with their bare toes some six inches above the floor, to know that the man had been given the es- trapade till he had swooned. His first impulse was to dash forward and sever the rope at one blow. He felt for his knife. He had no knife not even a knife! He stood quivering, and the doctor, perched on the edge of the table, facing thoughtfully the cruel and lamentable sight, his chin in his hand, uttered with- out stirring: "Tortured, and shot dead through the breast-

getting cold."