Tins information calmed the capataz. One of the

candK-s tinkering in the socket went out. "Who did this?" he asked. "Sotillo, I tell you. Who else? Tortured of course. But why si The doctor looked fixedly at Nostromo, who shrugged his shoulders slightly. "And, mark, shot suddenly, on impulse. It is evi- dent. I wish I had his seer Nostromo had advanced and stooped slightly to look. "I seem to have seen that face somewhere," he muttered. " Who is he?" The doctor turned his eyes upon him again. " I mav vet come to envying his fate. What do you think of that, capataz? Eh?" But Nostromo did not even hear these words. Seizing the remaining light he thrust it under the drooping head. The doctor sat oblivious, with a lost gaze. Then the heavy iron candlestick, as if struck out of Nostromo's hand, clattered on the floor. " Hullo!" exclaimed the doctor, looking up with a start. He could hear the capataz stagger against the table and gasp. In the sudden extinction of the light within, the dead blackness sealing the window-frames became alive with stars to his sight. "Of course, of course," the doctor muttered to him- self, in English. "Enough to make him jump out of his skin." Nostromo's heart seemed to force itself into his throat. His head swam. Hirsch! The man was Hirsch! He held on tight to the edge of the table. "But he was hiding in the lighter," he almost

shouted. His voice fell. " In the lighter, and— and—"