How long I slept, I don’t know; but when I awoke it was with a strange feeling that I was not alone—that some one was in the cell with me.
I was wide awake in an instant, and my heart beat so loudly that I fancied I could hear it.
I listened intently, and presently heard a light “pitapat,” as if some one was walking across the floor; and while I was trying to muster up courage to call out, there was a sharp click, a flood of light illumined the cell, and I saw that the intruder was a man.
He was standing near the opposite wall, and in his hand he held a lighted wax taper, with the aid of which he was taking a survey of the room.
As he turned slowly around, I saw that he was young, rather good-looking, and well-dressed, and at the same time he saw me.
He started, and with an exclamation of alarm, dropped the taper.
In an instant, however, he recovered the taper and himself, and advanced toward me.
“Who are you?” he demanded. “And how did you get here?”
I related, in a few words, who I was and how I came to be incarcerated.
He laughed lightly when I had finished, and said: