Then, across the pale glimmering of sand, Henriot saw a figure moving.  It came quickly towards him, yet unsteadily, and with a hurry that was ugly.  Vance was on the way to fetch him.  And the horror of the man’s approach struck him like a hammer in the face.  He closed his eyes, sinking back to hide.

But, before he swooned, there reached him the clatter of the murderer’s tread as he began to climb over the splintered rocks, and the faint echo of his voice, calling him by name—­falsely and in pretence—­for help.

THE END

[Transcriber’s Note:  In chapter IX of the story Sand, the word “indescriable” was corrected to “indescribable.”]