It was Bela's cot she saw before her--a cot without any sheets.
Evidently this intrusive little body did not know Bela or his story, or--
A pebble had done it all,--a pebble placed in the gateway by Bela's hands.
She was going to enter the room which had been barred from public sight by poor Bela's dying body.
"I shall miss Bela at every turn," remarked the judge, turning with a sad smile as he finally pulled the door open.
"You were not at the inquiry this afternoon, and may not know that just as Bela and the crowd about him turned this corner, they ran into a woman leading a small child, who stopped the whole throng in order to address him.
Then quickly, as she saw his thoughts revert to the dead friend at his feet, "Bela was not hurt here. He was down town when it happened; but he managed to struggle home and gain this place, which he tried to hold against the men who followed him.