It was daybreak in the steel town where Mario was in hiding far away from Wakefield. The dawn here had none of the rosy softness it had when it broke beyond the gentle rise east of Mario's farm at home. Here the grey light coldly outlined the huge smoke stacks of the mills where the ruddy glow of the furnaces began to pale. Night after night Mario walked the streets, trying to forget the tragedy which had brought him to this alien city, believing himself to be murderer...