Knock!—knock!—knock!
"Hush! hush! What is it? Who wants me? Good God—no—no. There is no good God for me!"
Knock! knock! knock! came again with increased violence at the door of the shop below.
CHAPTER XLIII.
AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE.
Todd scrambled to his feet. He held his head in his hand.
"What does it all mean? What does it all mean?"
Knock! knock! knock!
Todd's senses were slowly returning to him. He began to recollect events at first confusedly, and then the proper order of their occurrence—how he had come home, and then heard a noise, and gone up stairs and seen—what? There he paused in his catalogue of events. What had he seen?"
Knock! knock! knock!
"Curses!" he muttered. "Who can that be hammering with such devilish perseverance at my door? By all that's horrible they shall pay dearly for thus disturbing me. Who can it be? Not any one to arrest me? No—no! They would not knock so long. An enforced entrance long before this would have brought them to me. What did I see? What did I see? What did I see? Dare I give it a name?"