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s aunt, but always on indifferent subjects. He never asked about his wife, or spoke of the murder, as he had done in his delirium. It was apparent to those about him that his recollection of the events which had brought about his illness had not yet returned. Nature had, for the time being, soothed his stricken brain with temporary oblivion. Then one day the change that Miss Heredith anticipated and feared came on him as swiftly as a dream. She entered the room to find him up and dressed, walking up and down with a quick and hurried stride. One glance from his quick dark eyes conveyed to her that his wandering senses had recrossed the border-line of consciousness, and entered into the horror and agony of remembrance. "Phil, dear," she said, hastening to his side, "is this wise?" "How long have I been lying here?" he demanded impatiently, as though he had not heard her speak. "It is ten days since you were taken ill," she replied, in a low voice. "Ten days!" he repeated in a stupefied tone, as though unable to realize the import of the lapse of time. "It is incredible! It seems to me as though it was only a few hours. What has happened? What has been done by the police? Has the murderer been arrested?" It came to Miss Heredith with a shock that his dormant brain had awakened to leap back to the thing which had paralysed it, and with that knowledge came the realization that the dreaded moment for the revelation she had to make had arrived. And, like a woman, she sought to postpone it. "Phil," she said weakly, "do not talk about it--until you are stronger." "I am strong enough not to be treated as a child," he rejoined fretfully, turning on her a sallow face, with a bright spot in each cheek. "Is the funeral over?" "Some days ago," she murmured, and there was a thankful feeling in her heart that it was so. Before he had time to speak again there was a tap at the door, and a maidservant entered. "Mr. Musard would like to speak to you for a moment, ma'am," she said to Miss Heredith. Miss Heredith caught eagerly at the respite. "Tell him I will come at once. Phil," she added, turning to her nephew, "I will send Vincent to you. He can tell you better than I. He has been here all through your illness, and has looked after everything." She hurried from the room without waiting for his reply. She saw the tall form of Musard standing in the hall, and went rapidly to him. "Phil has come to his sens
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