The Evil Shepherd eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 281 pages of information about The Evil Shepherd.

The Evil Shepherd eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 281 pages of information about The Evil Shepherd.

“Hatred,” she said, “does not always drive away.  Sometimes it attracts.  Sometimes the person who hates can scarcely bear the other out of his sight.  That is where hate and love are somewhat alike.”

The room was warm but Francis was conscious of shivering.  She raised her finger warningly.  It seemed typical of the woman, somehow, that the message could not be conveyed by any glance or gesture.

“He is coming,” she whispered.

Oliver Hilditch reappeared, carrying cigars wrapped in gold foil which he had brought with him from Cuba, the tobacco of which was a revelation to his guest.  The two men smoked and sipped their coffee and brandy.  The woman sat with half-closed eyes.  It was obvious that Hilditch was still in the mood for speech.

“I will tell you, Mr. Ledsam,” he said, “why I am so happy to have you here this evening.  In the first place, I desire to tender you once more my thanks for your very brilliant efforts on my behalf.  The very fact that I am able to offer you hospitality at all is without a doubt due to these.”

“I only did what I was paid to do,” Francis insisted, a little harshly.  “You must remember that these things come in the day’s work with us.”

His host nodded.

“Naturally,” he murmured.  “There was another reason, too, why I was anxious to meet you, Mr. Ledsam,” he continued.  “You have gathered already that I am something of a crank.  I have a profound detestation of all sentimentality and affected morals.  It is a relief to me to come into contact with a man who is free from that bourgeois incubus to modern enterprise—­a conscience.”

“Is that your estimate of me?” Francis asked.

“Why not?  You practise your profession in the criminal courts, do you not?”

“That is well-known,” was the brief reply.

“What measure of conscience can a man have,” Oliver Hilditch argued blandly, “who pleads for the innocent and guilty alike with the same simulated fervour?  Confess, now, Mr. Ledsam—­there is no object in being hypocritical in this matter—­have you not often pleaded for the guilty as though you believed them innocent?”

“That has sometimes been my duty,” Francis acknowledged.

Hilditch laughed scornfully.

“It is all part of the great hypocrisy of society,” he proclaimed.  “You have an extra glass of champagne for dinner at night and are congratulated by your friends because you have helped some poor devil to cheat the law, while all the time you know perfectly well, and so do your high-minded friends, that your whole attitude during those two hours of eloquence has been a lie.  That is what first attracted me to you, Mr. Ledsam.”

“I am sorry to hear it,” Francis commented coldly.  “The ethics of my profession—­”

His host stopped him with a little wave of the hand.

“Spare me that,” he begged.  “While we are on the subject, though, I have a question to ask you.  My lawyer told me, directly after he had briefed you, that, although it would make no real difference to your pleading, it would be just as well for me to keep up my bluff of being innocent, even in private conversation with you.  Why was that?”

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