sludge-basket of the steam-dredge; not a spark of life was left there,
his companion was green and horrible; he, too, had passed the bourne.

But on the other row, alone, a robust man with disfigured face, and red
whiskers, looked like a fresh cut alabaster statue. Cold had blanched
him; but a faint steam arose from his armpits, in the sepulchral light
of a green-shaded gas-jet. There heat remained to prove that the great
furnace in the frame had not ceased to be fed.

The student bent over him to feel the heart, when, as promptly, he
sprang back. Spite of the maltreated face, he recognized his combatant
in the duel with canes; it was Major Von Sendlingen, who had been flung
on the slab in the public dead-house.

Had Baboushka commanded his death to prevent her complicity in the
assault on Daniels and his daughter being published, and had she
suggested the stripping which caused the police to confound the noble
officer with the victim of the "pickers-up" of drunkards?

But the major shivered in the blast from the door left open, and a brief
flush ran over the icy skin.

If his enemy did not extend relief to him immediately, he would never
recover strength to ring the death-bell to which ran the wires appended
to his fingers and toes.

With three or four rapid strokes and twistings, Claudius broke them. He
looked round; this waif of the gutter had no clothes, but a torn and
shapeless garment dangled over his head; it was the old cloak of the
student. The pockets had been torn bodily away to save time; it was the