Luigi handed Wilson’s paper to Tom, and said—
“ Now read this one.”
Tom read:
“ You have killed some one, but whether man, woman or child, I do not make out. ”
“ Cæsar’s ghost!” commented Tom, with astonishment. “It beats anything that was ever heard of! Why, a man’s own hand is his deadliest enemy! Just think of that—a man’s own hand keeps a record of the deepest and fatalest secrets of his life, and is treacherously ready to expose him to any black-magic stranger that comes along. But what do you let a person look at your hand for, with that awful thing printed on it?”
“ Oh,” said Luigi, reposefully, “I don’t mind it. I killed the man for good reasons, and I don’t regret it.”
“ What were the reasons?”
“ Well, he needed killing.”
“ I’ll tell you why he did it, s
