At the sound of the blow and the sight of the fall both the old man and the young ran out from their place of concealment.  Burt was standing over the body, his bludgeon in his hand.

“Not even a groan!” he said.  “What d’ye think of that?”

Girdlestone wrung his hand and congratulated him warmly.  “Shall I light the lantern?” he asked.

“For God’s sake, don’t!” Ezra said earnestly.

“I had no idea that you were so faint-hearted, my son,” the merchant remarked.  “However, I know the way to the gate well enough to go there blindfold.  What a comfort it is to know that there is no blood about!  That’s the advantage of a stick over a knife.”

“You’re correct there, guv’nor,” Burt said approvingly.

“Will you kindly carry one end and I’ll take the other.  I’ll go first, if you don’t mind, because I know the way best.  The train will pass in less than half an hour, so we have not long to wait.  Within that time every chance of detection will have gone.”

Girdlestone raised up the head of the murdered girl, and Burt took her feet.  Ezra walked behind as though he were in some dreadful dream.  He had fully recognized the necessity for the murder, but he had never before realized how ghastly the details would be.  Already he had begun to repent that he had ever acquiesced in it.  Then came thoughts of the splendid possibilities of the African business, which could only be saved from destruction by this woman’s death.  How could he, with his luxurious tastes, bear the squalor and poverty which would be his lot were the firm to fail?  Better a rope and a long drop than such a life as that!  All these considerations thronged into his mind as he plodded along the slippery footpath which led through the forest to the wooden gate.

CHAPTER XLV.

THE INVASION OF HAMPSHIRE.

When Tom and the major arrived at Waterloo Station, the latter in the breathless condition described in a preceding chapter, they found the German waiting for them with his two fellow-exiles.  The gentleman of Nihilistic proclivities was somewhat tall and thin, with a long frock-coat buttoned almost up to his throat, which showed signs of giving at the seams every here and there.  His grizzly hair fell over his collar behind, and he had a short bristling beard.  He stood with one hand stuck into the front of his coat and the other upon his hip, as though rehearsing the position in which his statue might be some day erected in the streets of his native Russia, when the people had their own, and despotism was no more.  In spite of his worn attire there was something noble and striking about the man.  His bow, when Baumser introduced him to the major and Tom, would have graced any Court in Europe.  Round his neck he had a coarse string from which hung a pair of double eye-glasses.  These he fixed upon his aquiline nose, and took a good look at the gentlemen whom he had come to serve.