The House of the White Shadows. Farjeon Benjamin Leopold

of men lead them?"

      "A wide contemplation. Were men to measure the consequences of their acts before they committed them, certain channels of human events which are now exceedingly wide and turbulent would become narrow and peaceful. It was a girl who was murdered?"

      "Yes."

      "Young?"

      "Barely seventeen."

      "Pretty?"

      "Very pretty."

      "Had she no father to protect her?"

      "No."

      "Nor mother?"

      "No-as far as is known."

      "A flower-girl, I gather from the account."

      "Yes. I have occasionally bought a posy of her-poor child!"

      "Did she trade alone?"

      "She had a companion, an elderly woman, who, unhappily, left her a few days before the murder."

      "Deserted her?"

      "No; it was an amicable parting, intended to last but a short time, I believe. It is not known what called her away."

      "This young flower-girl-was she virtuous?"

      "Undoubtedly, in my belief. She was most modest and child-like."

      "But susceptible to flattery. You hesitate. Why? Do you not judge human passions by human standards? She was young, pretty, in humble circumstances; her very opposite would be susceptible to flattery; therefore, she."

      "Why, yes, of course; I hesitated because it would pain me to say anything concerning her which might be construed into a reproach."

      "In such matters there is but one goal to steer for-the truth. I perceive that a man, Gautran, is in prison, charged with the murder."

      "A man?" exclaimed Jacob Hartrich, with indignant warmth. "A monster, rather! Some refined punishment should be devised to punish him for his crime."

      "His crime! I have, then, been reading an old paper." The Advocate referred to the date. "No-it is this morning's."

      "I see your point, but the proofs of the monster's guilt are irrefragable."

      "What proofs? The statements of newspaper reporters-the idle and mischievous tattle of persons who cannot be put into the witness-box?"

      "It is well that you express yourself to me privately on this matter. In public it would not be credited that you were in earnest."

      "Then the facts are lost sight of that the man has to be tried, that his guilt or innocence has yet to be established."

      "The law cannot destroy facts."

      "The law establishes facts, which are often in danger of being perverted by man's sympathies and prejudices. Are you acquainted with this Gautran?"

      "I have no knowledge of him except from report."

      "And having no knowledge of him, except from report, you form an opinion upon hearsay, and condemn him offhand. It is justice itself, therefore, that is on its trial, not a man accused of a frightful deed. He is already judged. It is stated in the newspaper that the man's appearance is repulsive."

      "He is hideous."

      "Then you have seen him."

      "No."

      "Calmly consider what value can be placed upon your judgment under the circumstances. You say the girl was pretty. Her engaging manners have tempted you to buy posies of her, not always when you needed them. In making this statement of a fact which, trivial as it appears to be, is of importance, I judge a human action by a human standard. Thus, beauty on one side, and a forbidding countenance on the other, may be the means of contributing-nay, of leading-to a direct miscarriage of justice. This should be prevented; justice must have a clear course, which must not be blocked and choked up by passion and prejudice. The opinion you express of Gautran's guilt may be entertained by others to whom he is also a stranger."

      "My opinion is universal."

      "The man, therefore, is universally condemned before he is called upon to answer the charge brought against him. Amidst this storm, in the wild fury of which reason has lost its proper functions, where shall a jury be found to calmly weigh the evidence on either side, and to judge, with ordinary fairness, a miserable wretch accused of a foul crime?"

      "Gautran is a vagabond," said Jacob Hartrich feebly, feeling as though the ground were giving way under his feet, "of the lowest type."

      "He is poor."

      "Necessarily."

      "And cannot afford to pay for independent legal aid."

      "It is fortunate. He will meet with his deserts more surely and swiftly."

      "You can doubtless call to mind instances of innocent persons being accused of crimes they did not commit, and being made to suffer."

      "There is no fear in the case of Gautran."

      "Let us hope not," said the Advocate, whose voice during the conversation had been perfectly passionless, "and in the meantime, do not lose sight of this principle. Were Gautran the meanest creature that breathes, were he the most repulsive being on earth, he is an innocent man until he is declared guilty by the law. Equally so were he a man gifted with exceeding beauty of person, and bearing an honoured name. And of those two extremes, supposing both were found guilty of equal crimes, it is worthy of consideration, whether he who walks the gutters be not better entitled to a merciful sentence than he who lives on the heights."

      At this moment a clerk brought some papers into the room. Jacob Hartrich looked over them, and handed them, with a roll of notes, to the Advocate, who rose and prepared to go.

      "Have you a permanent address?" asked the banker. "We take up our quarters at once," replied the Advocate, "at the House of White Shadows."

      Jacob Hartrich gazed at him in consternation. "Christian Almer's villa! He made no mention of it to me."

      "It was an arrangement entered into some time since. I have a letter from Master Pierre Lamont informing me that the villa is ready for us."

      "It has been uninhabited for years, except by servants who have been kept there to preserve it from falling into decay. There are strange stories connected with that house."

      "I have heard as much, but have not inquired into them. The probability is that they arise from credulity or ignorance, the foundation of all superstition."

      With that remark the Advocate took his leave.

      CHAPTER V

      FRITZ THE FOOL

      As the little wooden clock in the parlour of the inn of The Seven Liars struck the hour of five, Fritz the Fool ran through the open door, from which an array of bottles and glasses could be seen, and cried:

      "They are coming-they are coming-the great Advocate and his lady-and will arrive before the cook can toss me up an omelette!"

      And having thus delivered himself, Fritz ran out of the inn to the House of White Shadows, and swinging open the gates, cried still more loudly:

      "Mother Denise! Dionetta, my pearl of pearls! Haste-haste! They are on the road, and will be here a lifetime before old Martin can straighten his crooked back!"

      Within five minutes of this summons, there stood at the door of the inn of The Seven Liars, the customers who had been tippling therein, the host and hostess and their three children; and ten yards off, at the gates of the villa. Mother Denise, her pretty granddaughter, Dionetta, and old Martin, whose breathing came short and quick at the haste he had made to be in time to welcome the Advocate and his lady. The refrain of the breaking-up song sung in the little village school was dying away, and the children trooped out, and waited to witness the arrival. The schoolmaster was also there, with a look of relief on his face, and stood with his hand on the head of his favourite pupil. The news had spread quickly, and when the carriage made its appearance at the end of the lane, which shelved downward to the House of White Shadows, a number of villagers had assembled, curious to see the great lord and lady who intended to reside