A Candle in the Wind

JUDGE HERFORD rose from his chair and began pacing the room with every sign of anger and impatience. Dr. Gerry, on the other hand, kept his seat by the table without any apparent perturbation. He had stopped in after dinner to smoke a cigar with his old friend, and had found him much in the mood of a tiger who has lost his favorite scrap of meat through the bars of his cage and cannot reach it with his paws.

"I tell you there must be an explanation," the judge growled. "It's impossible to make head or tail of it as it is. If Overton wasn't dead, why did Faunce come back with such a story?"