husband. He had
forgotten that the faces of Morley and Withers were shaped on similar
lines. If any other detective had done that, Braceway would have been the
first to censure him.

As he had expected, he found Withers and Mr. Fulton far ahead of train
time. They had been passed through the gates and were standing on the
platform. Braceway noticed that, of the two, the father was standing the
ordeal with greater fortitude and calmness. Withers was nervous,
fidgety, and seemed to find it impossible to stand in any one place. He
drew Braceway to one side.

"I've got something to tell you, Brace," he said in a low tone, his voice
tremulous. "I didn't want to tell you for--for her sake. I thought it
might cause useless talk, scandal. But you're working your head off for
me, and you've a right to know about it."

"Don't worry, George," Braceway reassured him. "Things are coming out all
right. Don't talk if you don't feel like it."

He said this because he was suddenly aware of the quality of suffering
he saw in the man's eyes. It was so evident, so striking, that he felt
surprised. Perhaps, he thought, he might have exaggerated things when he
had told Bristow that Enid had subjected her husband to incessant
disappointments and regrets. Withers now was mourning; in fact, he
appeared overwhelmed, crushed.

"It's this," Withers hurried on: "I was up there that night in front of
the house until--until after one o'clock. You know I told you I was on
the porch just across the road and went back to the hotel as soon as
Campbell had turned his machine and gone home. That wasn't quite correct.
I waited, because Enid didn't turn out the lights in the living room. It
struck me as strange.

"I waited, and I fell asleep. That seems funny--a husband infuriated with
his wife and trying to find out what she is doing to deceive him goes
to sleep while he's watching! But that's exactly what I did.

"When I awoke, the lights were still on in the living room. I looked at
my watch, and, although I couldn't see very well, I made out it was after
one. I suppose I'd been asleep for half an hour at least. You see, I had
had a hard night on the sleeper and a terrific day, and----"

"Sure. I understand that," Braceway consoled him. "Did you see anything,
George?"

"Yes; I saw something all right," he struggled with the words. "As I
looked up, a figure was silhouetted against the yellow window shade. It
was a man's figure. It was after one