The Crime and the Criminal. Marsh Richard

with a view of appealing to his better self-if he had one, which I doubt-I should have prevented his leaving the room, is more than I can say. I might have done. After all, self-preservation is nature's first and greatest law. I had, and always should have, an incurable objection to being hanged by such a rascal. As it was, it was my wife that interposed.

      "One moment, sir, before you go."

      He removed his hat-with a flourish which, as usual, was reminiscent of the transpontine drama.

      "Madam, ten thousand, if you wish it."

      "Are you the person who travelled in the next compartment to my husband's from Brighton?"

      "Madam, I am."

      "You look it."

      The fellow might be excused for looking a little startled-which he certainly did do. I have found that particular tone of Lucy's, now and then, a little startling myself. The man did not seem as if he quite knew what to make of it.

      "I look it, madam-how do you mean?"

      "You look the sort of character."

      "To what sort of character, madam, do you refer?"

      "You look like the sort of person who would wear another man's clothes."

      He drew himself bolt upright, as if his backbone had suddenly been straightened by a spring.

      "Madam! I would have you to know that I wear no one's clothes but my own."

      "You are wearing my husband's clothes at this present moment."

      "Your husband's clothes?"

      "Were they not purchased with his money?"

      "Madam! you have a very extraordinary way of putting things. Is it possible that you intend to be offensive?"

      "Is it possible to be offensive to such as you?"

      "I, madam, am a gentleman, born and bred."

      "That you are a gentleman of a certain kind I have no doubt whatever."

      The man began to look badgered, as if he were growing conscious of a feeling of tightness about the region of the chest. He commenced to smooth the nap of his hat, violently, with his gloved hand.

      "I take it, Mrs. Tennant, that you don't quite realise the position in which your husband stands."

      "And I take it that you don't at all realise the position in which you stand."

      The fellow ceased brushing his hat, the better to enable him to stare.

      "I stand?"

      "Yes, you."

      "And pray, madam, how do I stand?"

      "Have you ever heard of such a thing as an accessory after the fact?"

      "An accessory after the fact?"

      "Because that is the position in which you stand-in the position of an accessory after the fact."

      The man looked unmistakably uneasy. He continued to suspend the operation of smoothing his hat.

      "You are pleased to be facetious."

      "You will find that that view will not be taken by a judge and jury."

      It was with a distinct effort that the fellow returned to an attitude of defiance-squaring his shoulders and tugging at his moustache.

      "I have no wish, and no intention, to chop phrases with a lady. I imagined, madam, that you desired to say something pertinent to your husband's terrible position-with the gallows already shadowing him. Since it appears to be otherwise I can but proceed to do my duty."

      "By all means do your duty. But you understand that when my husband is arrested you will be arrested too."

      "Pooh, madam-you cannot frighten me!"

      "But I can, and will, get you penal servitude for life."

      "Can you, indeed, madam? May I ask how you propose to do it?"

      "By telling the plain and simple story of your connection with my husband. That will be sufficient, as you know."

      "I know nothing of the sort; tell your story, and be hanged!"

      Thrusting his hat upon his head, the fellow marched out of the room in a couple of strides. His exit, whether consciously to himself or not, was marked rather by haste than by dignity. When he had gone I looked at my wife. Lucy, on her part, looked at the door through which he had vanished.

      "Now you've done it," I observed.

      Lucy turned to me with a smile hovering about her lips, which, under the circumstances, I thought was a little out of place.

      "I have done it, as you say."

      "You don't seem to be aware of what you've done. What's the good of talking to him like that? Do you suppose that you can frighten him-that you can take him in? He knows very well that whatever happens to me he'll go scatheless. He's the one witness whom the prosecution will not be able to do without."

      "I think you are mistaken. With a man of that type the high horse is the only horse you ought to ride. He desires nothing less than to get into the witness-box, or I misjudge the man. I suspect that his own record is not of a kind which he would care to have exposed to the cross-examining light of day."

      Hardly were the words out of her mouth than there came a tap at the panel of the door. Lucy shot a glance towards me.

      "Who's there?" she asked.

      Whom should it be but our friend the scoundrel. He came in with quite a dove-like air of mildness, mincing, like a dancing-master, on his toes.

      "Excuse me, but even on the front door steps my heart got the upper hand of me. I could not do what seemed even to approximate to cruelty. I could not hang anybody-I judge not, so that I may not be judged. My one aspiration is, and always has been, to be a friend in need. I cannot help it, but so I am."

      Producing a parti-coloured silk handkerchief-brand new-he manipulated it in such a manner as to diffuse an odour of perfume through the room. My wife looked him up and down. Her tone was dry.

      "Your sentiments do you credit."

      "They do, I know it; but, such as they are, they are mine own." He coughed. "So far as I am personally concerned, financial considerations are as nothing. It is circumstances which weigh me down. Instead of one hundred pounds, suppose we say seventy-five-in a cheque and cash."

      Lucy took upon herself to answer him-

      "I am afraid we cannot say seventy-five."

      "Merely as a temporary advance, till Monday. I expect remittances on Monday, very large remittances, from my agents."

      Lucy's tone was even drier than before. "I am glad to hear it."

      "Yes, quite so." The fellow glanced towards me. He came sneaking towards my bed. He spoke to me under cover of his hat. "I think, Mr. Tennant, if you were to ask your good lady to withdraw, and were to allow me to have one word with you, between ourselves, in private-just one-I know we should understand each other; I am sure we should."

      I looked at Lucy. She also looked at me. I am bound to admit that what I saw in her eyes supplied me, to a certain extent, with the moral stamina in which, owing to the severe illness from which I had recently been suffering, I was temporarily deficient. I spoke to the fellow plainly-

      "No, sir. As I have already told you, I have no secrets from my wife, and whatever you wish to say to me must be said while she is present."

      "You are-you are" – I suspect that he was going to say something the reverse of complimentary, only Lucy's presence and attitude induced him to change his mind-"a husband in a million. Now, Mr. Tennant, allow me, as one gentleman speaking to another, to ask you if, considering all things, you are not disposed to advance me, on unimpeachable surety-that of my word-the sum of seventy-five pounds."

      "I am not, sir."

      "You are not? Strange! I confess I had not thought it possible. However, I will not utter what may seem a word of reproach. We will make it fifty pounds, then."

      "We will