“No, not until I have told you all. It will be better that way, than for the whole town to find it out, and have everybody after me.”
“Wait, young man. It will be better for you to keep still. I have no curiosity on the subject. I don’t want you to excite yourself.”
“If you do not allow me to speak I shall die of excitement.”
“Well, go on, then.”
“You did me a kindness once. You attended me in a brief illness. Don’t you recollect?”
“No.”
“It was in August last.”
“August last! Let me see—that was the time Colonel Conrad was murdered.”
“Yes, but not by me! not by me! You spoke to me when a rabble was hounding me, and you came to see me in jail.”
“Good heavens!” exclaimed the doctor, springing to his feet. “You are Carlos Conrad!”