The bedroom was quiet. The ticking of the alarm clock seemed strangely loud. Officer Don Rault wondered if it would keep him awake. His mind was in turmoil. His thoughts would not leave the man he had arrested that evening, but kept returning to him. It was as though something had gone wrong. But he knew that it hadn't. Nothing had been really out of line so far as he could tell. But he kept remembering the haunted look in the old man's eyes and he felt vaguely guilty and uneasy. What had there been about the man's face to cause him so much unrest?