The Third Curious Incident of October 15

Elliot Clarkson walked down the street with his coat turned up against the autumn wind. Duncan McGill, taking his morning constitutional, looked up and saw a man who should have been in the grave. Fifteen years earlier, Duncan and Elliot had dueled, pistols, ten paces, over a small matter of honor. Duncan won, and the act had haunted him ever since. Now, Elliot walked towards him with that shy pace that he had, always looking down at his shoes. Duncan clutched at his chest. A vein popped out of his ashen face as he shouted, before collapsing, “Ah! Forgive me, Elliot!”