XIV
A JURY OF TWO
In the meantime the subject of these speculations
had entered the night. Food and wine in unaccustomed
quantities, the romance of events, the
spells cast by music and by a woman of signal
beauty and accomplishment, had provoked his energies
to an insurgency that had rendered them over-*bearing.
He walked like a whirlwind, up one
street and down another, in the chill wet darkness,
not knowing whither he was bound. Soft yet wild
strains of melody which still floated through his
brain mingled with a swarm of ideas which were
whirling about in it like so many atoms in a protoplasm.
He moved so fast in the endeavor to
keep abreast of his thoughts that at times he broke
into a run.
The seductive, amiable, and brilliant woman, who had so nearly succeeded in casting over him a delicious spell, began to fade from his consciousness like the intangible occupant of a dream. She had no appeal for him now. The feast at the restaurant, that phase of color, warmth, and splendor in which for an hour the squalor of his existence had been dispelled; the struggle to retain the treasure which had been entrusted to his keeping by a supernatural agent; the bizarre incident of the hansom cabman; and the personality of the genial god out of the machine had now ceased to have significance.
