"Have you seen——?"

"I have not seen the name of 'Dubourg'——"

"'My name is not 'Dubourg.'"

"What is it?"

He suddenly stooped over me; and whispered his name in my ear.

In my turn I started, thunderstruck, to my feet.

"Good God!" I cried. "You are the man who was tried for murder last month, and who was all but hanged, on the false testimony of a clock!"

CHAPTER THE EIGHTH

The Perjury of the Clock