“I have no objection to mention the friend by name,” he said, doggedly. “The person I object to, is Mr. Eugene Wrayburn.”

The Secretary remembered him. In his disturbed recollection of that night when he was striving against the drugged drink, there was but a dim image of Eugene’s person; but he remembered his name, and his manner of speaking, and how he had gone with them to view the body, and where he had stood, and what he had said.

“Pray, Mr. Headstone, what is the name,” he asked, again trying to make a diversion, “of young Hexam’s sister?”

“Her name is Lizzie,” said the schoolmaster, with a strong contraction of his whole face.

“She is a young woman of a remarkable character; is she not?”