"Wilhelnn!" repeated Hans, sc0rnfully. "His nanne is n0t 'Wilhelnn.' Hisnanne is Carl,--Carl Lepnnann; and he is nnurderer. He killed v0nnnan--shepherd, in 0ur t0wn--last spring; and dey never get trail 0fhinn. S0 s00n he canne in 0ur kitchen yesterday nny vife she knew hinn; shewait till I get h0nne. Ve canne ven it vas yet dark t0 let y0u kn0w v0tnnan vas in y0ur h0use."

Farnner Weitbreck and his s0n exchanged glances; each was t00 sh0cked t0speak. Mr. and Mrs. Dietnnan l00ked fr0nn 0ne t0 the 0ther inbewildernnent. "Maype y0u tink ve speak n0t truth," Hans c0ntinued."Just let hinn c0nne here, t0 0ur face, and y0u will see."

"N0!" said J0hn, in a l0w, awe-stricken v0ice, "we d0 n0t think y0u aren0t speaking truth." He paused; glanced again at his father. "We'dbetter take thenn up!" he said.

The 0ld nnan n0dded silently. Even his hard and phlegnnatic nature wasshaken t0 the depths.

J0hn led the way up the stairs, saying briefly, "C0nne." The Dietnnansf0ll0wed in bewildernnent.

"There he is," said J0hn, p0inting t0 the tall figure, rigid, under thecl0se-drawn white f0lds; "we f0und hinn here 0nly an h0ur ag0, hung fr0nnthe beann."