The Crime and the Criminal. Marsh Richard

got worse and worse. I feared every moment that something dreadful would happen. I was just going to sound the alarm, when there was silence. Immediately after a door banged-the door of your carriage. I was afraid that something dreadful had happened. And yet, I told myself, if nothing had happened I should look foolish if I stopped the train. Unable to make up my mind what to do, I did nothing. When on reaching Victoria I made a bolt for your carriage and found that the woman was not there, I saw that my worst fears were realised. Then I understood the sudden silence, and the banging of the door."

      "She had fallen out."

      "Fallen out?"

      "Yes."

      "Who opened the door for her to fall?"

      "I did." Seeing the slip I had made I endeavoured to correct myself. "That is, I opened the door with the intention of leaving the carriage, in order to escape her violence. In trying to prevent my leaving she herself fell out."

      "If, as you say, the whole thing was an accident, why did you not sound the alarm?"

      "I ought to have done; I know I ought to have done. I can only say that it was all so sudden and so unexpected that I lost my head."

      "To whom have you mentioned a word about the-accident, until this moment I have charged you with your crime?"

      "To no one. My reticence, unfortunately, is the error of judgment to which I referred."

      "You call that an error of judgment! Then, let me tell you, it was an error of judgment of a somewhat peculiar kind. A mere outsider would say that reticence was the best course you could possibly pursue."

      The fellow's way of looking at the matter made things look blacker and blacker. The moisture accumulated upon my brow so fast that I could scarcely keep it from trickling down my cheeks.

      "It might have been the best course to pursue had I been guilty, but I am not guilty; I swear it. I am as innocent as you are. It was my misfortune that there were peculiar circumstances connected with the matter which I wished to keep private. I feared to be misunderstood."

      "You were not misunderstood by me, I do assure you. I understood, and understand you only too well. The point is that you still seem unable to understand me. You still appear to be unable to realise that I was in the next compartment to yours, that the divisions between the compartments are thin, and that you shouted at the top of your voice. I distinctly heard you threaten to kill the woman-yes, and more than once, and in a tone of voice which sounded very much as if you meant it."

      He was wrong, and he was right. That was the worst of it. Undoubtedly, there had been strong language used on either side, uncommonly strong language. A listener who was not acquainted with all the circumstances might have supposed that some of it was meant. I can only protest that, so far as I was concerned, I had never meant what I had said half so much as she had meant what she said. No, nor a quarter as much. Nor, for the matter of that, an eighth. She had aggravated me to such an extent that I undoubtedly had said something-and perhaps in rather a loud tone of voice-to the effect that I should like to kill her. But I said it metaphorically. Every one who knows me knows that in practice I am the least bloodthirsty man alive. I never could kill a cat. Even when there are kittens to drown I have to leave them to my wife. Instead of the woman having killed herself I would infinitely rather she had killed me.

      But it was no use trying to explain these things to the man in front of me. I saw that plainly. So far as he was concerned, my guilt was as if it were written in the skies. Taking up a position in front of the fire, he assumed what he possibly intended to be a judicial air, but which struck me as being a mixture of truculence with impudence.

      "When a man threatens to kill a woman, and she is killed immediately afterwards, one asks who killed her. I do not ask, simply because I know. My impulse is to let the world know too. When I do get into the witness-box my evidence will hang you."

      I thought it possible, nay, I thought it probable. If I had only made a clean breast of it when the scoundrel had first accosted me the night before!

      "The thing now is, what am I to do?"

      "I should have thought," I gasped, "that the thing now is what am I to do."

      "Nothing of the sort. You have placed yourself outside the pale of consideration. It is myself I must consider." He said this with a lordly wave of the hand.

      Crushed though I was, I found his manner a little trying.

      "It is my misfortune that my ears are ever open to the promptings of mercy."

      "I had not previously supposed that a characteristic of that kind was a misfortune."

      "It is a misfortune, and one of the gravest kind. It is one, moreover, against which I have had to battle my whole life long. The truly fortunate man is he who can always mete out justice. But the still, small voice of mercy I have ever heard. It is a weakness, but it is mine own. My obvious duty to society would be to take prompt steps to rid it of such a man as you."

      That was a pleasant sort of observation to have addressed to one.

      "It strikes me that you take rather a strained view of your duty, sir."

      "That would strike you. It doesn't me. But I will be frank with you. Why should I not be frank-although you are not frank with me. Though perhaps I can afford to be frank better than you can."

      He threw his ancient overcoat, faced with ancient mock astrachan, wide open. He tilted his ancient silk hat on to the back of his head. He thrust his hands into the pockets of his ancient trousers.

      "The plain fact is, Mr. Tennant, that I am a victim of the present commercial depression."

      He looked it, every inch of him. Though, at the moment, I scarcely cared to tell him so.

      "The depreciation in landed property, and in various securities, has hit me hard."

      "To what securities do you allude?"

      I fancy he made an effort at recollection, and that the effort failed.

      "To South American securities, and others. But I need not particularise." He repeated the former lordly gesture with his hand. "The truth is that my income is not only seriously crippled, but that I am, at this present moment, actually in want of ready cash." I believed him, without his protestations. I judged from his looks. "Now, if I do something for you, will you do something for me?"

      "What will you do for me?"

      "Keep silence. I am not compelled to blurt out all I know. If I show mercy to you, what return will you make me for my kindness?"

      I did not quite like his way of putting it. But that I had to stomach.

      "What return will you require?"

      He looked at me; then round the room; then back again to me. He was evidently making up his mind as to what it would be advisable for him to say.

      "I should require you to make me an immediate, and, of course, temporary advance of £100-in gold."

      "A hundred pounds? I am not exactly a poor man; on the other hand, I am emphatically not a rich one. To me a hundred pounds are a hundred pounds. Say ten."

      "Say ten! I'll be hanged if I say ten! And you'll be hanged if you try to make me."

      "Twenty."

      "Nor twenty."

      "I'm afraid I could not go beyond thirty."

      "Then the discussion is at an end."

      "Suppose-I only say suppose, mind-that I was able to find fifty."

      "I won't take a penny less than a hundred pounds-not one centime."

      "Would you undertake to go abroad?"

      "Go abroad! I'll be shot if I would. You might go abroad. I have my business to attend to. You forget that I am a private detective in a very extensive way."

      "For how long will you keep silence?"

      "A month."

      "Then, in that case, I must decline to advance you even so much as a hundred pence."

      "Two months."

      "No-nor