,
None knew so well as I:
For he who lives more lives than one
More deaths than one must die._"

And then the days dragged on, a week of days, each containing full
measure of bitter humiliation; full measure also of feverish suspense
and anxiety, for Theodore Carden did not find it quite so easy as he
had thought it would be to clear himself of this serious and yet
preposterous accusation of complicity in the murder. But Major Lane
was surprised at the courage and composure with which the young man
faced the ordeal of confrontation with the various men, any one of
whom, through a simple mistake or nervous lapse of memory, might
compel his presence, if not in the dock, then as a witness at the
coming murder trial.

But at last that ordeal was over, for, as a matter of fact, none of
those brought face to face with him in the sordid promiscuity of such
scenes singled out Theodore Carden as resembling the mysterious
individual who had almost certainly provided Mrs. Garvice with the
means wherewith to poison her husband. So it was that suspicion became
gradually directed to quite another quarter; that is, towards an
accountant in Garvice's employment, who had been socially welcomed at
his house. But of this man no trace had as yet been found.

It was after the need for active defence had passed away that the
hours began to drag heavily with Theodore Carden; and yet, at the end
of each long day, the unhappy man would have given much in order to
recall the daylight hours.... The moment twilight fell Carden was
haunted, physically and mentally possessed, by the presence of the
woman he had known at once so little and so well, that is, of her he
now knew to be Pansy Garvice.

Especially terrible were the solitary evenings of those days when his
father had been away, performing the task of breaking so much of the
truth as could be told to the girl to whom his son had been engaged.

As each afternoon drew in, Carden found himself compelled to remain
more or less concealed in the rooms which overlooked the garden of
Watermead. For, with the approach of night, the suburban road in front
of the fine old house was filled by an ever coming and going crowd of
bat-like men and women, eager to gaze with morbid curiosity at the
dwelling of the man who had undoubtedly been, if not Mrs. Garvice's
accomplice--that, to the annoyance of the sensation-mongers, seemed
decidedly open to question--then, her favoured lover.

But t