Five Tales eBook

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were vacant berths, he drove on to the Law Courts.  If he could have taken a morning off, he would have gone down to the police court and seen them charge this man.  But even that was not too safe, with a face so well known as his.  What would come of this arrest?  Nothing, surely!  The police always took somebody up, to keep the public quiet.  Then, suddenly, he had again the feeling that it was all a nightmare; Larry had never done it; the police had got the right man!  But instantly the memory of the girl’s awe-stricken face, her figure huddling on the sofa, her words “I see him always falling!” came back.  God!  What a business!

He felt he had never been more clear-headed and forcible than that morning in court.  When he came out for lunch he bought the most sensational of the evening papers.  But it was yet too early for news, and he had to go back into court no whit wiser concerning the arrest.  When at last he threw off wig and gown, and had got through a conference and other necessary work, he went out to Chancery Lane, buying a paper on the way.  Then he hailed a cab, and drove once more to Fitzroy Street.


Laurence had remained sitting on his bed for many minutes.  An innocent man in no danger!  Keith had said it—­the celebrated lawyer!  Could he rely on that?  Go out 8,000 miles, he and the girl, and leave a fellow-creature perhaps in mortal peril for an act committed by himself?

In the past night he had touched bottom, as he thought:  become ready to face anything.  When Keith came in he would without murmur have accepted the advice:  “Give yourself up!” He was prepared to pitch away the end of his life as he pitched from him the fag-ends of his cigarettes.  And the long sigh he had heaved, hearing of reprieve, had been only half relief.  Then, with incredible swiftness there had rushed through him a feeling of unutterable joy and hope.  Clean away—­into a new country, a new life!  The girl and he!  Out there he wouldn’t care, would rejoice even to have squashed the life out of such a noisome beetle of a man.  Out there!  Under a new sun, where blood ran quicker than in this foggy land, and people took justice into their own hands.  For it had been justice on that brute even though he had not meant to kill him.  And then to hear of this arrest!  They would be charging the man to-day.  He could go and see the poor creature accused of the murder he himself had committed!  And he laughed.  Go and see how likely it was that they might hang a fellow-man in place of himself?  He dressed, but too shaky to shave himself, went out to a barber’s shop.  While there he read the news which Keith had seen.  In this paper the name of the arrested man was given:  “John Evan, no address.”  To be brought up on the charge at Bow Street.  Yes!  He must go.  Once, twice, three times he walked past the entrance of the court before at last he entered and screwed himself away among the tag and bobtail.

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