afriend
of
his
,
who
had
offered
him
a
room
for
the
old
woman
and
Mary
:
a
room
which
had
frequently
been
his
,
on
his
occasional
visits
to
Liverpool
,
but
which
he
was
thankful
now
to
have
obtained
for
them
,
as
his
own
sleeping-place
was
a
matter
of
indifference
to
him
,
and
the
town
appeared
crowded
and
disorderly
on
the
eve
of
the
Assizes
.
He
was
shown
in
to
Mr.
Bridgenorth
,
who
was
writing
.
Mary
and
Will
Wilson
had
not
yet
arrived
,
being
,
as
you
know
,
far
away
on
the
broad
sea
;
but
of
this
Job
of
course
knew
nothing
,
and
he
did
not
as
yet
feel
much
anxiety
about
their
non-appearance
;
he
was
more
curious
to
know
the
result
of
Mr.
Bridgenorth
's
interview
that
morning
with
Jem
.
"
Why
,
yes
,
"
said
Mr.
Bridgenorth
,
putting
down
his
pen
,
"
I
have
seen
him
,
but
to
little
purpose
,
I
'm
afraid
.
He
's
very
impracticable
—
very
.
I
told
him
,
of
course
,
that
he
must
be
perfectly
open
with
me
,
or
else
I
could
not
be
prepared
for
the
weak
points
.
I
named
your
name
with
the
view
of
unlocking
his
confidence
,
but
—
"
"
What
did
he
say
?
"
asked
Job
,
breathlessly
.
"
Why
,
very
little
.
He
barely
answered
me
.
Indeed
,
he
refused
to
answer
some
questions
—
positively
refused
.
I
do
n't
know
what
I
can
do
for
him
.
"
"
Then
you
think
him
guilty
,
sir
?
"
said
Job
,
despondingly
.
"
No
,
I
do
n't
,
"
replied
Mr.
Bridgenorth
,
quickly
and
decisively
.
"
Much
less
than
I
did
before
I
saw
him
.
The
impression
(
mind
,
'
tis
only
impression
;
I
rely
upon
your
caution
,
not
to
take
it
for
fact
)
—
the
impression
,
"
with
an
emphasis
on
the
word
,
"
he
gave
me
is
,
that
he
knows
something
about
the
affair
,
but
what
,
he
will
not
say
;
and
so
the
chances
are
,
if
he
persists
in
his
obstinacy
,
he
'll
be
hung
.
That
's
all
.
"
He
began
to
write
again
,
for
he
had
no
time
to
lose
.
"
But
he
must
not
be
hung
,
"
said
Job
,
with
vehemence
.
Mr.
Bridgenorth
looked
up
,
smiled
a
little
,
but
shook
his
head
.
"
What
did
he
say
,
sir
,
if
I
may
be
so
bold
as
to
ask
?
"
continued
Job
.
"
His
words
were
few
enough
,
and
he
was
so
reserved
and
short
,
that
as
I
said
before
,
I
can
only
give
you
the
impression
they
conveyed
to
me
.
I
told
him
of
course
who
I
was
,
and
for
what
I
was
sent
.
He
looked
pleased
,
I
thought
,
—
at
least
his
face
(
sad
enough
when
I
went
in
,
I
assure
ye
)
brightened
a
little
;
but
he
said
he
had
nothing
to
say
,
no
defence
to
make
.
I
asked
him
if
he
was
guilty
,
then
;
and
by
way
of
opening
his
heart
I
said
I
understood
he
had
had
provocation
enough
,
inasmuch
as
I
heard
that
the
girl
was
very
lovely
,
and
had
jilted
him
to
fall
desperately
in
love
with
that
handsome
young
Carson
(
poor
fellow
!
)
.
But
James
Wilson
did
not
speak
one
way
or
another
.
I
then
went
to
particulars
.
I
asked
him
if
the
gun
was
his
,
as
his
mother
had
declared
.
He
had
not
heard
of
her
admission
it
was
evident
,
from
his
quick
way
of
looking
up
,
and
the
glance
of
his
eye
;
but
when
he
saw
I
was
observing
him
,
he
hung
down
his
head
again
,
and
merely
said
she
was
right
;
it
was
his
gun
.
"
"
Well
!
"
said
Job
,
impatiently
,
as
Mr.
Bridgenorth
paused
.
"
Nay
!
I
have
little
more
to
tell
you
,
"
continued
that
gentleman
.
"
I
asked
him
to
inform
me
in
all
confidence
,
how
it
came
to
be
found
there
.
He
was
silent
for
a
time
,
and
then
refused
.
Not
only
refused
to
answer
that
question
,
but
candidly
told
me
he
would
not
say
another
word
on
the
subject
,
and
,
thanking
me
for
my
trouble
and
interest
in
his
behalf
,
he
all
but
dismissed
me
.
Ungracious
enough
on
the
whole
,
was
it
not
,
Mr.
Legh
?
And
yet
,
I
assure
ye
,
I
am
twenty
times
more
inclined
to
think
him
innocent
than
before
I
had
the
interview
.
"
"
I
wish
Mary
Barton
would
come
,
"
said
Job
,
anxiously
.
"
She
and
Will
are
a
long
time
about
it
.
"
"
Ay
,
that
's
our
only
chance
,
I
believe
,
"
answered
Mr.
Bridgenorth
,
who
was
writing
again
.
"
I
sent
Johnson
off
before
twelve
to
serve
him
with
his
sub-pœna
,
and
to
say
I
wanted
to
speak
with
him
;
he
'll
be
here
soon
,
I
've
no
doubt
.
"
There
was
a
pause
.
Mr.
Bridgenorth
looked
up
again
,
and
spoke
.
"
Mr.
Duncombe
promised
to
be
here
to
speak
to
his
character
.
I
sent
him
a
subpœna
on
Saturday
night
.
Though
after
all
,
juries
go
very
little
by
such
general
and
vague
testimony
as
that
to
character
.
It
is
very
right
that
they
should
not
often
;
but
in
this
instance
unfortunate
for
us
,
as
we
must
rest
our
case
on
the
alibi
.
"
The
pen
went
again
,
scratch
,
scratch
over
the
paper
.
Job
grew
very
fidgetty
.
He
sat
on
the
edge
of
his
chair
,
the
more
readily
to
start
up
when
Will
and
Mary
should
appear
.
He
listened
intently
to
every
noise
and
every
step
on
the
stair
.
Once
he
heard
a
man
's
footstep
,
and
his
old
heart
gave
a
leap
of
delight
.
But
it
was
only
Mr.
Bridgenorth
's
clerk
,
bringing
him
a
list
of
those
cases
in
which
the
grand
jury
had
found
true
bills
.
He
glanced
it
over
and
pushed
it
to
Job
,
merely
saying
,
"
Of
course
we
expected
this
,
"
and
went
on
with
his
writing
.
There
was
a
true
bill
against
James
Wilson
.
Of
course
.
And
yet
Job
felt
now
doubly
anxious
and
sad
.
It
seemed
the
beginning
of
the
end
.
He
had
got
,
by
imperceptible
degrees
,
to
think
Jem
innocent
.
Little
by
little
this
persuasion
had
come
upon
him
.
Mary
(
tossing
about
in
the
little
boat
on
the
broad
river
)
did
not
come
,
nor
did
Will
.
Job
grew
very
restless
.
He
longed
to
go
and
watch
for
them
out
of
the
window
,
but
feared
to
interrupt
Mr.
Bridgenorth
.
At
length
his
desire
to
look
out
was
irresistible
,
and
he
got
up
and
walked
carefully
and
gently
across
the
room
,
his
boots
creaking
at
every
cautious
step
.
The
gloom
which
had
overspread
the
sky
,
and
the
influence
of
which
had
been
felt
by
Mary
on
the
open
water
,
was
yet
more
perceptible
in
the
dark
,
dull
street
.
Job
grew
more
and
more
fidgetty
.
He
was
obliged
to
walk
about
the
room
,
for
he
could
not
keep
still
;
and
he
did
so
,
regardless
of
Mr.
Bridgenorth
's
impatient
little
motions
and
noises
,
as
the
slow
,
stealthy
,
creaking
movements
were
heard
,
backwards
and
forwards
,
behind
his
chair
.
He
really
liked
Job
,
and
was
interested
for
Jem
,
else
his
nervousness
would
have
overcome
his
sympathy
long
before
it
did
.
But
he
could
hold
out
no
longer
against
the
monotonous
,
grating
sound
;
so
at
last
he
threw
down
his
pen
,
locked
his
portfolio
,
and
taking
up
his
hat
and
gloves
,
he
told
Job
he
must
go
to
the
courts
.
"
But
Will
Wilson
is
not
come
,
"
said
Job
,
in
dismay
.
"
Just
wait
while
I
run
to
his
lodgings
.
I
would
have
done
it
before
,
but
I
thought
they
'd
be
here
every
minute
,
and
I
were
afraid
of
missing
them
.
I
'll
be
back
in
no
time
.
"
"
No
,
my
good
fellow
,
I
really
must
go
.
Besides
,
I
begin
to
think
Johnson
must
have
made
a
mistake
,
and
have
fixed
with
this
William
Wilson
to
meet
me
at
the
courts
.
If
you
like
to
wait
for
him
here
,
pray
make
use
of
my
room
;
but
I
've
a
notion
I
shall
find
him
there
:
in
which
case
,
I
'll
send
him
to
your
lodgings
;
shall
I
?
You
know
where
to
find
me
.
I
shall
be
here
again
by
eight
o'clock
,
and
with
the
evidence
of
this
witness
that
's
to
prove
the
alibi
,
I
'll
have
the
brief
drawn
out
,
and
in
the
hands
of
counsel
to-night
.
"
So
saying
he
shook
hands
with
Job
,
and
went
his
way
.
The
old
man
considered
for
a
minute
as
he
lingered
at
the
door
,
and
then
bent
his
steps
towards
Mrs.
Jones
's
,
where
he
knew
(
from
reference
to
queer
,
odd
,
heterogeneous
memoranda
,
in
an
ancient
black-leather
pocket-book
)
that
Will
lodged
,
and
where
he
doubted
not
he
should
hear
both
of
him
and
of
Mary
.
He
went
there
,
and
gathered
what
intelligence
he
could
out
of
Mrs.
Jones
's
slow
replies
.
He
asked
if
a
young
woman
had
been
there
that
morning
,
and
if
she
had
seen
Will
Wilson
.
"
No
!
"
"
Why
not
?
"
"
Why
,
bless
you
,
'
cause
he
had
sailed
some
hours
before
she
came
asking
for
him
.
"
There
was
a
dead
silence
,
broken
only
by
the
even
,
heavy
sound
of
Mrs.
Jones
's
ironing
.
"
Where
is
the
young
woman
now
?
"
asked
Job
.
"
Somewhere
down
at
the
docks
,
"
she
thought
.
"
Charley
would
know
,
if
he
was
in
,
but
he
was
n't
.
He
was
in
mischief
,
somewhere
or
other
,
she
had
no
doubt
.
Boys
always
were
.
He
would
break
his
neck
some
day
,
she
knew
;
"
so
saying
,
she
quietly
spat
upon
her
fresh
iron
,
to
test
its
heat
,
and
then
went
on
with
her
business
.
Job
could
have
boxed
her
,
he
was
in
such
a
state
of
irritation
.
But
he
did
not
,
and
he
had
his
reward
.
Charley
came
in
,
whistling
with
an
air
of
indifference
,
assumed
to
carry
off
his
knowledge
of
the
lateness
of
the
hour
to
which
he
had
lingered
about
the
docks
.
"
Here
's
an
old
man
come
to
know
where
the
young
woman
is
who
went
out
with
thee
this
morning
,
"
said
his
mother
,
after
she
had
bestowed
on
him
a
little
motherly
scolding
.
"
Where
she
is
now
,
I
do
n't
know
.
I
saw
her
last
sailing
down
the
river
after
the
John
Cropper
.
I
'm
afeared
she
wo
n't
reach
her
;
wind
changed
and
she
would
be
under
weigh
,
and
over
the
bar
in
no
time
.
She
should
have
been
back
by
now
.
"
It
took
Job
some
little
time
to
understand
this
,
from
the
confused
use
of
the
feminine
pronoun
.
Then
he
inquired
how
he
could
best
find
Mary
.
"
I
'll
run
down
again
to
the
pier
,
"
said
the
boy
;
"
I
'll
warrant
I
'll
find
her
.
"
"
Thou
shalt
do
no
such
a
thing
,
"
said
his
mother
,
setting
her
back
against
the
door
.
The
lad
made
a
comical
face
at
Job
,
which
met
with
no
responsive
look
from
the
old
man
,
whose
sympathies
were
naturally
in
favour
of
the
parent
;
although
he
would
thankfully
have
availed
himself
of
Charley
's
offer
,
for
he
was
weary
,
and
anxious
to
return
to
poor
Mrs.
Wilson
,
who
would
be
wondering
what
had
become
of
him
.
"
How
can
I
best
find
her
?
Who
did
she
go
with
,
lad
?
"
But
Charley
was
sullen
at
his
mother
's
exercise
of
authority
before
a
stranger
,
and
at
that
stranger
's
grave
looks
when
he
meant
to
have
made
him
laugh
.
"
They
were
river
boatmen
;
—
that
's
all
I
know
,
"
said
he
.
"
But
what
was
the
name
of
their
boat
?
"
persevered
Job
.
"
I
never
took
no
notice
;
—
the
Anne
,
or
William
,
—
or
some
of
them
common
names
,
I
'll
be
bound
.
"
"
What
pier
did
she
start
from
?
"
asked
Job
,
despairingly
.
"
Oh
,
as
for
that
matter
,
it
were
the
stairs
on
the
Prince
's
Pier
she
started
from
;
but
she
'll
not
come
back
to
the
same
,
for
the
American
steamer
came
up
with
the
tide
,
and
anchored
close
to
it
,
blocking
up
the
way
for
all
the
smaller
craft
.
It
's
a
rough
evening
too
,
to
be
out
on
,
"
he
maliciously
added
.
"
Well
,
God
's
will
be
done
!
I
did
hope
we
could
have
saved
the
lad
,
"
said
Job
,
sorrowfully
;
"
but
I
'm
getten
very
doubtful
again
.
I
'm
uneasy
about
Mary
,
too
,
—
very
.
She
's
a
stranger
in
Liverpool
.
"
"
So
she
told
me
,
"
said
Charley
.
"
There
's
traps
about
for
young
women
at
every
corner
.
It
's
a
pity
she
's
no
one
to
meet
her
when
she
lands
.
"
"
As
for
that
,
"
replied
Job
,
"
I
do
n't
see
how
any
one
could
meet
her
when
we
ca
n't
tell
where
she
would
come
to
.
I
must
trust
to
her
coming
right
.
She
's
getten
spirit
and
sense
.
She
'll
most
likely
be
for
coming
here
again
.
Indeed
,
I
do
n't
know
what
else
she
can
do
,
for
she
knows
no
other
place
in
Liverpool
.
Missus
,
if
she
comes
,
will
you
give
your
son
leave
to
bring
her
to
No.
8
,
Back
Garden
Court
,
where
there
's
friends
waiting
for
her
?
I
'll
give
him
sixpence
for
his
trouble
.
"
Mrs.
Jones
,
pleased
with
the
reference
to
her
,
gladly
promised
.
And
even
Charley
,
indignant
as
he
was
at
first
at
the
idea
of
his
motions
being
under
the
control
of
his
mother
,
was
mollified
at
the
prospect
of
the
sixpence
,
and
at
the
probability
of
getting
nearer
to
the
heart
of
the
mystery
.
But
Mary
never
came
.
CHAPTER
XXX
.
JOB
LEGH
'S
DECEPTION
.
"
Poor
Susan
moans
,
poor
Susan
groans
;
The
clock
gives
warning
for
eleven
;
'
Tis
on
the
stroke
—
'
He
must
be
near
,
'
Quoth
Betty
,
'
and
will
soon
be
here
,
As
sure
as
there
's
a
moon
in
heaven
.
'
The
clock
is
on
the
stroke
of
twelve
,
And
Johnny
is
not
yet
in
sight
,
—
The
moon
's
in
heaven
,
as
Betty
sees
,
But
Betty
is
not
quite
at
ease
;
And
Susan
has
a
dreadful
night
.
"
Wordsworth
.
Job
found
Mrs.
Wilson
pacing
about
in
a
restless
way
;
not
speaking
to
the
woman
at
whose
house
she
was
staying
,
but
occasionally
heaving
such
deep
oppressive
sighs
as
quite
startled
those
around
her
.
"
Well
!
"
said
she
,
turning
sharp
round
in
her
tottering
walk
up
and
down
,
as
Job
came
in
.
"
Well
,
speak
!
"
repeated
she
,
before
he
could
make
up
his
mind
what
to
say
;
for
,
to
tell
the
truth
,
he
was
studying
for
some
kind-hearted
lie
which
might
soothe
her
for
a
time
.
But
now
the
real
state
of
the
case
came
blurting
forth
in
answer
to
her
impatient
questioning
.
"
Will
's
not
to
the
fore
.
But
he
'll
may
be
turn
up
yet
,
time
enough
.
"
She
looked
at
him
steadily
for
a
minute
,
as
if
almost
doubting
if
such
despair
could
be
in
store
for
her
as
his
words
seemed
to
imply
.
Then
she
slowly
shook
her
head
,
and
said
,
more
quietly
than
might
have
been
expected
from
her
previous
excited
manner
,
"
Do
n't
go
for
to
say
that
!
Thou
dost
not
think
it
.
Thou'rt
well-nigh
hopeless
,
like
me
.
I
seed
all
along
my
lad
would
be
hung
for
what
he
never
did
.
And
better
he
were
,
and
were
shut
[
49
]
of
this
weary
world
,
where
there
's
neither
justice
nor
mercy
left
.
"
She
looked
up
with
tranced
eyes
as
if
praying
to
that
throne
where
mercy
ever
abideth
,
and
then
sat
down
.
"
Nay
,
now
thou'rt
off
at
a
gallop
,
"
said
Job
.
"
Will
has
sailed
this
morning
for
sure
,
but
that
brave
wench
,
Mary
Barton
,
is
after
him
,
and
will
bring
him
back
,
I
'll
be
bound
,
if
she
can
but
get
speech
on
him
.
She
's
not
back
yet
.
Come
,
come
,
hold
up
thy
head
.
It
will
all
end
right
.
"
"
It
will
all
end
right
,
"
echoed
she
;
"
but
not
as
thou
tak'st
it
.
Jem
will
be
hung
,
and
will
go
to
his
father
and
the
little
lads
,
where
the
Lord
God
wipes
away
all
tears
,
and
where
the
Lord
Jesus
speaks
kindly
to
the
little
ones
,
who
look
about
for
the
mothers
they
left
upon
earth
.
Eh
,
Job
,
yon
's
a
blessed
land
,
and
I
long
to
go
to
it
,
and
yet
I
fret
because
Jem
is
hastening
there
.
I
would
not
fret
if
he
and
I
could
lie
down
to-night
to
sleep
our
last
sleep
;
not
a
bit
would
I
fret
if
folk
would
but
know
him
to
be
innocent
—
as
I
do
.
"
"
They
'll
know
it
sooner
or
later
,
and
repent
sore
if
they
've
hanged
him
for
what
he
never
did
,
"
replied
Job
.
"
Ay
,
that
they
will
.
Poor
souls
!
May
God
have
mercy
on
them
when
they
find
out
their
mistake
.
"
Presently
Job
grew
tired
of
sitting
waiting
,
and
got
up
,
and
hung
about
the
door
and
window
,
like
some
animal
wanting
to
go
out
.
It
was
pitch
dark
,
for
the
moon
had
not
yet
risen
.
"
You
just
go
to
bed
,
"
said
he
to
the
widow
.
"
You
'll
want
your
strength
for
to-morrow
.
Jem
will
be
sadly
off
,
if
he
sees
you
so
cut
up
as
you
look
to-night
.
I
'll
step
down
again
and
find
Mary
.
She
'll
be
back
by
this
time
.
I
'll
come
and
tell
you
every
thing
,
never
fear
.
But
,
now
,
you
go
to
bed
.
"
"
Thou'rt
a
kind
friend
,
Job
Legh
,
and
I
'll
go
,
as
thou
wishest
me
.
But
,
oh
!
mind
thou
com'st
straight
off
to
me
,
and
bring
Mary
as
soon
as
thou'st
lit
on
her
.
"
She
spoke
low
,
but
very
calmly
.
"
Ay
,
ay
!
"
replied
Job
,
slipping
out
of
the
house
.
He
went
first
to
Mr.
Bridgenorth
's
,
where
it
had
struck
him
that
Will
and
Mary
might
be
all
this
time
waiting
for
him
.
They
were
not
there
,
however
.
Mr.
Bridgenorth
had
just
come
in
,
and
Job
went
breathlessly
up-stairs
to
consult
with
him
as
to
the
state
of
the
case
.
"
It
's
a
bad
job
,
"
said
the
lawyer
,
looking
very
grave
,
while
he
arranged
his
papers
.
"
Johnson
told
me
how
it
was
;
the
woman
that
Wilson
lodged
with
told
him
.
I
doubt
it
's
but
a
wild-goose
chase
of
the
girl
Barton
.
Our
case
must
rest
on
the
uncertainty
of
circumstantial
evidence
,
and
the
goodness
of
the
prisoner
's
previous
character
.
A
very
vague
and
weak
defence
.
However
,
I
've
engaged
Mr.
Clinton
as
counsel
,
and
he
'll
make
the
best
of
it
.
And
now
,
my
good
fellow
,
I
must
wish
you
good-night
,
and
turn
you
out
of
doors
.
As
it
is
,
I
shall
have
to
sit
up
into
the
small
hours
.
Did
you
see
my
clerk
as
you
came
up-stairs
?
You
did
!
Then
may
I
trouble
you
to
ask
him
to
step
up
immediately
?
"
After
this
Job
could
not
stay
,
and
,
making
his
humble
bow
,
he
left
the
room
.
Then
he
went
to
Mrs.
Jones
's
.
She
was
in
,
but
Charley
had
slipped
off
again
.
There
was
no
holding
that
boy
.
Nothing
kept
him
but
lock
and
key
,
and
they
did
not
always
;
for
once
she
had
him
locked
up
in
the
garret
,
and
he
had
got
off
through
the
skylight
.
Perhaps
now
he
was
gone
to
see
after
the
young
woman
down
at
the
docks
.
He
never
wanted
an
excuse
to
be
there
.
Unasked
,
Job
took
a
chair
,
resolved
to
await
Charley
's
re-appearance
.
Mrs.
Jones
ironed
and
folded
her
clothes
,
talking
all
the
time
of
Charley
and
her
husband
,
who
was
a
sailor
in
some
ship
bound
for
India
,
and
who
,
in
leaving
her
their
boy
,
had
evidently
left
her
rather
more
than
she
could
manage
.
She
moaned
and
croaked
over
sailors
,
and
sea-port
towns
,
and
stormy
weather
,
and
sleepless
nights
,
and
trousers
all
over
tar
and
pitch
,
long
after
Job
had
left
off
attending
to
her
,
and
was
only
trying
to
hearken
to
every
step
and
every
voice
in
the
street
.
At
last
Charley
came
in
,
but
he
came
alone
.
"
Yon
Mary
Barton
has
getten
into
some
scrape
or
another
,
"
said
he
,
addressing
himself
to
Job
.
"
She
's
not
to
be
heard
of
at
any
of
the
piers
;
and
Bourne
says
it
were
a
boat
from
the
Cheshire
side
as
she
went
aboard
of
.
So
there
's
no
hearing
of
her
till
to-morrow
morning
.
"
"
To-morrow
morning
she
'll
have
to
be
in
court
at
nine
o'clock
,
to
bear
witness
on
a
trial
,
"
said
Job
,
sorrowfully
.
"
So
she
said
;
at
least
somewhat
of
the
kind
,
"
said
Charley
,
looking
desirous
to
hear
more
.
But
Job
was
silent
.
He
could
not
think
of
any
thing
further
that
could
be
done
;
so
he
rose
up
,
and
,
thanking
Mrs.
Jones
for
the
shelter
she
had
given
him
,
he
went
out
into
the
street
;
and
there
he
stood
still
,
to
ponder
over
probabilities
and
chances
.
After
some
little
time
he
slowly
turned
towards
the
lodging
where
he
had
left
Mrs.
Wilson
.
There
was
nothing
else
to
be
done
;
but
he
loitered
on
the
way
,
fervently
hoping
that
her
weariness
and
her
woes
might
have
sent
her
to
sleep
before
his
return
,
that
he
might
be
spared
her
questionings
.
He
went
very
gently
into
the
house-place
where
the
sleepy
landlady
awaited
his
coming
and
his
bringing
the
girl
,
who
,
she
had
been
told
,
was
to
share
the
old
woman
's
bed
.
But
in
her
sleepy
blindness
she
knocked
things
so
about
in
lighting
the
candle
(
she
could
see
to
have
a
nap
by
fire-light
,
she
said
)
,
that
the
voice
of
Mrs.
Wilson
was
heard
from
the
little
back-room
,
where
she
was
to
pass
the
night
.
"
Who
's
there
?
"
Job
gave
no
answer
,
and
kept
down
his
breath
,
that
she
might
think
herself
mistaken
.
The
landlady
,
having
no
such
care
,
dropped
the
snuffers
with
a
sharp
metallic
sound
,
and
then
,
by
her
endless
apologies
,
convinced
the
listening
woman
that
Job
had
returned
.
"
Job
!
Job
Legh
!
"
she
cried
out
,
nervously
.
"
Eh
,
dear
!
"
said
Job
to
himself
,
going
reluctantly
to
her
bed-room
door
.
"
I
wonder
if
one
little
lie
would
be
a
sin
as
things
stand
?
It
would
happen
give
her
sleep
,
and
she
wo
n't
have
sleep
for
many
and
many
a
night
(
not
to
call
sleep
)
,
if
things
goes
wrong
to-morrow
.
I
'll
chance
it
,
any
way
.
"
"
Job
!
art
thou
there
?
"
asked
she
again
with
a
trembling
impatience
that
told
in
every
tone
of
her
voice
.
"
Ay
!
sure
!
I
thought
thou
'd
ha
'
been
asleep
by
this
time
.
"
"
Asleep
!
How
could
I
sleep
till
I
knowed
if
Will
were
found
?
"
"
Now
for
it
,
"
muttered
Job
to
himself
.
Then
in
a
louder
voice
,
"
Never
fear
!
he
's
found
,
and
safe
,
ready
for
to-morrow
.
"
"
And
he
'll
prove
that
thing
for
my
poor
lad
,
will
he
?
He
'll
bear
witness
that
Jem
were
with
him
?
Oh
,
Job
,
speak
!
tell
me
all
!
"
"
In
for
a
penny
,
in
for
a
pound
,
"
thought
Job
.
"
Happen
one
prayer
will
do
for
the
sum
total
.
Any
rate
,
I
must
go
on
now
.
—
Ay
,
ay
,
"
shouted
he
,
through
the
door
.
"
He
can
prove
all
;
and
Jem
will
come
off
as
clear
as
a
new-born
babe
.
"
He
could
hear
Mrs.
Wilson
's
rustling
movements
,
and
in
an
instant
guessed
she
was
on
her
knees
,
for
he
heard
her
trembling
voice
uplifted
in
thanksgiving
and
praise
to
God
,
stopped
at
times
by
sobs
of
gladness
and
relief
.
And
when
he
heard
this
,
his
heart
misgave
him
;
for
he
thought
of
the
awful
enlightening
,
the
terrible
revulsion
of
feeling
that
awaited
her
in
the
morning
.
He
saw
the
short-sightedness
of
falsehood
;
but
what
could
he
do
now
?
While
he
listened
,
she
ended
her
grateful
prayers
.
"
And
Mary
?
Thou'st
found
her
at
Mrs.
Jones
's
,
Job
?
"
said
she
,
continuing
her
inquiries
.
He
gave
a
great
sigh
.
"
Yes
,
she
was
there
,
safe
enough
,
second
time
of
going
.
—
God
forgive
me
!
"
muttered
he
,
"
who
'd
ha
'
thought
of
my
turning
out
such
an
arrant
liar
in
my
old
days
?
"
"
Bless
the
wench
!
Is
she
here
?
Why
does
she
not
come
to
bed
?
I
'm
sure
she
's
need
.
"
Job
coughed
away
his
remains
of
conscience
,
and
made
answer
,
"
She
was
a
bit
weary
,
and
o'er
done
with
her
sail
;
and
Mrs.
Jones
axed
her
to
stay
there
all
night
.
It
was
nigh
at
hand
to
the
courts
,
where
she
will
have
to
be
in
the
morning
.
"
"
It
comes
easy
enough
after
a
while
,
"
groaned
out
Job
.
"
The
father
of
lies
helps
one
,
I
suppose
,
for
now
my
speech
comes
as
natural
as
truth
.
She
's
done
questioning
now
,
that
's
one
good
thing
.
I
'll
be
off
before
Satan
and
she
are
at
me
again
.
"
He
went
to
the
house-place
,
where
the
landlady
stood
wearily
waiting
.
Her
husband
was
in
bed
,
and
asleep
long
ago
.
But
Job
had
not
yet
made
up
his
mind
what
to
do
.
He
could
not
go
to
sleep
,
with
all
his
anxieties
,
if
he
were
put
into
the
best
bed
in
Liverpool
.
"
Thou'lt
let
me
sit
up
in
this
arm-chair
,
"
said
he
at
length
to
the
woman
,
who
stood
,
expecting
his
departure
.
He
was
an
old
friend
,
so
she
let
him
do
as
he
wished
.
But
,
indeed
,
she
was
too
sleepy
to
have
opposed
him
.
She
was
too
glad
to
be
released
and
go
to
bed
.
CHAPTER
XXXI
.
HOW
MARY
PASSED
THE
NIGHT
.
"
To
think
That
all
this
long
interminable
night
,
Which
I
have
passed
in
thinking
on
two
words
—
'
Guilty
'
—
'
Not
Guilty
!
'
—
like
one
happy
moment
O'er
many
a
head
hath
flown
unheeded
by
;
O'er
happy
sleepers
dreaming
in
their
bliss
Of
bright
to-morrows
—
or
far
happier
still
,
With
deep
breath
buried
in
forgetfulness
.
O
all
the
dismallest
images
of
death
Did
swim
before
my
eyes
!
"
Wilson
.
And
now
,
where
was
Mary
?
How
Job
's
heart
would
have
been
relieved
of
one
of
its
cares
if
he
could
have
seen
her
:
for
he
was
in
a
miserable
state
of
anxiety
about
her
;
and
many
and
many
a
time
through
that
long
night
he
scolded
her
and
himself
;
her
for
her
obstinacy
,
and
himself
for
his
weakness
in
yielding
to
her
obstinacy
,
when
she
insisted
on
being
the
one
to
follow
and
find
out
Will
.
She
did
not
pass
that
night
in
bed
any
more
than
Job
;
but
she
was
under
a
respectable
roof
,
and
among
kind
,
though
rough
people
.
She
had
offered
no
resistance
to
the
old
boatman
,
when
he
had
clutched
her
arm
,
in
order
to
insure
her
following
him
,
as
he
threaded
the
crowded
dock-ways
,
and
dived
up
strange
bye-streets
.
She
came
on
meekly
after
him
,
scarcely
thinking
in
her
stupor
where
she
was
going
,
and
glad
(
in
a
dead
,
heavy
way
)
that
some
one
was
deciding
things
for
her
.
He
led
her
to
an
old-fashioned
house
,
almost
as
small
as
house
could
be
,
which
had
been
built
long
ago
,
before
all
the
other
part
of
the
street
,
and
had
a
country-town
look
about
it
in
the
middle
of
that
bustling
back
street
.
He
pulled
her
into
the
house-place
;
and
relieved
to
a
certain
degree
of
his
fear
of
losing
her
on
the
way
,
he
exclaimed
,
"
There
!
"
giving
a
great
slap
of
one
hand
on
her
back
.
The
room
was
light
and
bright
,
and
roused
Mary
(
perhaps
the
slap
on
her
back
might
help
a
little
,
too
)
,
and
she
felt
the
awkwardness
of
accounting
for
her
presence
to
a
little
bustling
old
woman
who
had
been
moving
about
the
fire-place
on
her
entrance
.
The
boatman
took
it
very
quietly
,
never
deigning
to
give
any
explanation
,
but
sitting
down
in
his
own
particular
chair
,
and
chewing
tobacco
,
while
he
looked
at
Mary
with
the
most
satisfied
air
imaginable
,
half
triumphantly
,
as
if
she
were
the
captive
of
his
bow
and
spear
,
and
half
defyingly
,
as
if
daring
her
to
escape
.
The
old
woman
,
his
wife
,
stood
still
,
poker
in
hand
,
waiting
to
be
told
who
it
was
that
her
husband
had
brought
home
so
unceremoniously
;
but
,
as
she
looked
in
amazement
the
girl
's
cheek
flushed
,
and
then
blanched
to
a
dead
whiteness
;
a
film
came
over
her
eyes
,
and
catching
at
the
dresser
for
support
in
that
hot
whirling
room
,
she
fell
in
a
heap
on
the
floor
.
Both
man
and
wife
came
quickly
to
her
assistance
.
They
raised
her
up
,
still
insensible
,
and
he
supported
her
on
one
knee
,
while
his
wife
pattered
away
for
some
cold
fresh
water
.
She
threw
it
straight
over
Mary
;
but
though
it
caused
a
great
sob
,
the
eyes
still
remained
closed
,
and
the
face
as
pale
as
ashes
.
"
Who
is
she
,
Ben
?
"
asked
the
woman
,
as
she
rubbed
her
unresisting
,
powerless
hands
.
"
How
should
I
know
?
"
answered
her
husband
gruffly
.
"
Well-a-well
!
"
(
in
a
soothing
tone
,
such
as
you
use
to
irritated
children
)
,
and
as
if
half
to
herself
,
"
I
only
thought
you
might
,
you
know
,
as
you
brought
her
home
.
Poor
thing
!
we
must
not
ask
aught
about
her
,
but
that
she
needs
help
.
I
wish
I
'd
my
salts
at
home
,
but
I
lent
'
em
to
Mrs.
Burton
,
last
Sunday
in
church
,
for
she
could
not
keep
awake
through
the
sermon
.
Dear-a-me
,
how
white
she
is
!
"
"
Here
!
you
hold
her
up
a
bit
,
"
said
her
husband
.
She
did
as
he
desired
,
still
crooning
to
herself
,
not
caring
for
his
short
,
sharp
interruptions
as
she
went
on
;
and
,
indeed
,
to
her
old
,
loving
heart
,
his
crossest
words
fell
like
pearls
and
diamonds
,
for
he
had
been
the
husband
of
her
youth
;
and
even
he
,
rough
and
crabbed
as
he
was
,
was
secretly
soothed
by
the
sound
of
her
voice
,
although
not
for
worlds
,
if
he
could
have
helped
it
,
would
he
have
shown
any
of
the
love
that
was
hidden
beneath
his
rough
outside
.
"
What
's
the
old
fellow
after
?
"
said
she
,
bending
over
Mary
,
so
as
to
accommodate
the
drooping
head
.
"
Taking
my
pen
,
as
I
've
had
better
nor
five
year
.
Bless
us
,
and
save
us
!
he
's
burning
it
!
Ay
,
I
see
now
,
he
's
his
wits
about
him
;
burnt
feathers
is
always
good
for
a
faint
.
But
they
do
n't
bring
her
round
,
poor
wench
!
Now
what
's
he
after
next
?
Well
!
he
is
a
bright
one
,
my
old
man
!
That
I
never
thought
of
that
,
to
be
sure
!
"
exclaimed
she
,
as
he
produced
a
square
bottle
of
smuggled
spirits
,
labelled
"
Golden
Wasser
,
"
from
a
corner
cupboard
in
their
little
room
.
"
That
'll
do
!
"
said
she
,
as
the
dose
he
poured
into
Mary
's
open
mouth
made
her
start
and
cough
.
"
Bless
the
man
!
It
's
just
like
him
to
be
so
tender
and
thoughtful
!
"
"
Not
a
bit
!
"
snarled
he
,
as
he
was
relieved
by
Mary
's
returning
colour
,
and
opened
eyes
,
and
wondering
,
sensible
gaze
;
"
not
a
bit
!
I
never
was
such
a
fool
afore
.
"
His
wife
helped
Mary
to
rise
,
and
placed
her
in
a
chair
.
"
All
's
right
now
,
young
woman
?
"
asked
the
boatman
,
anxiously
.
"
Yes
,
sir
,
and
thank
you
.
I
'm
sure
,
sir
,
I
do
n't
know
rightly
how
to
thank
you
,
"
faltered
Mary
,
softly
forth
.
"
Be
hanged
to
you
and
your
thanks
.
"
And
he
shook
himself
,
took
his
pipe
,
and
went
out
without
deigning
another
word
;
leaving
his
wife
sorely
puzzled
as
to
the
character
and
history
of
the
stranger
within
her
doors
.
Mary
watched
the
boatman
leave
the
house
,
and
then
,
turning
her
sorrowful
eyes
to
the
face
of
her
hostess
,
she
attempted
feebly
to
rise
,
with
the
intention
of
going
away
,
—
where
she
knew
not
.
"
Nay
!
nay
!
who
e'er
thou
be'st
,
thou'rt
not
fit
to
go
out
into
the
street
.
Perhaps
"
(
sinking
her
voice
a
little
)
"
thou'rt
a
bad
one
;
I
almost
misdoubt
thee
,
thou'rt
so
pretty
.
Well-a-well
!
it
's
the
bad
ones
as
have
the
broken
hearts
,
sure
enough
;
good
folk
never
get
utterly
cast
down
,
they
've
always
getten
hope
in
the
Lord
:
it
's
the
sinful
as
bear
the
bitter
,
bitter
grief
in
their
crushed
hearts
,
poor
souls
;
it
's
them
we
ought
,
most
of
all
,
to
pity
and
to
help
.
She
shanna
leave
the
house
to-night
,
choose
who
she
is
,
—
worst
woman
in
Liverpool
,
she
shanna
.
I
wished
I
knew
where
th
'
old
man
picked
her
up
,
that
I
do
.
"
Mary
had
listened
feebly
to
this
soliloquy
,
and
now
tried
to
satisfy
her
hostess
in
weak
,
broken
sentences
.
"
I
'm
not
a
bad
one
,
missis
,
indeed
.
Your
master
took
me
out
to
sea
after
a
ship
as
had
sailed
.
There
was
a
man
in
it
as
might
save
a
life
at
the
trial
to-morrow
.
The
captain
would
not
let
him
come
,
but
he
says
he
'll
come
back
in
the
pilot-boat
.
"
She
fell
to
sobbing
at
the
thought
of
her
waning
hopes
,
and
the
old
woman
tried
to
comfort
her
,
beginning
with
her
accustomed
,
"
Well-a-well
!
and
he
'll
come
back
,
I
'm
sure
.
I
know
he
will
;
so
keep
up
your
heart
.
Do
n't
fret
about
it
.
He
's
sure
to
be
back
.
"
"
Oh
!
I
'm
afraid
!
I
'm
sore
afraid
he
wo
n't
,
"
cried
Mary
,
consoled
,
nevertheless
,
by
the
woman
's
assertions
,
all
groundless
as
she
knew
them
to
be
.
Still
talking
half
to
herself
and
half
to
Mary
,
the
old
woman
prepared
tea
,
and
urged
her
visitor
to
eat
and
refresh
herself
.
But
Mary
shook
her
head
at
the
proffered
food
,
and
only
drank
a
cup
of
tea
with
thirsty
eagerness
.
For
the
spirits
had
thrown
her
into
a
burning
heat
,
and
rendered
each
impression
received
through
her
senses
of
the
most
painful
distinctness
and
intensity
,
while
her
head
ached
in
a
terrible
manner
.
She
disliked
speaking
,
her
power
over
her
words
seemed
so
utterly
gone
.
She
used
quite
different
expressions
to
those
she
intended
.
So
she
kept
silent
,
while
Mrs.
Sturgis
(
for
that
was
the
name
of
her
hostess
)
talked
away
,
and
put
her
tea-things
by
,
and
moved
about
incessantly
,
in
a
manner
that
increased
the
dizziness
in
Mary
's
head
.
She
felt
as
if
she
ought
to
take
leave
for
the
night
and
go
.
But
where
?
Presently
the
old
man
came
back
,
crosser
and
gruffer
than
when
he
went
away
.
He
kicked
aside
the
dry
shoes
his
wife
had
prepared
for
him
,
and
snarled
at
all
she
said
.
Mary
attributed
this
to
his
finding
her
still
there
,
and
gathered
up
her
strength
for
an
effort
to
leave
the
house
.
But
she
was
mistaken
.
By-and-bye
,
he
said
(
looking
right
into
the
fire
,
as
if
addressing
it
)
,
"
Wind
's
right
against
them
!
"
"
Ay
,
ay
,
and
is
it
so
?
"
said
his
wife
,
who
,
knowing
him
well
,
knew
that
his
surliness
proceeded
from
some
repressed
sympathy
.
"
Well-a-well
,
wind
changes
often
at
night
.
Time
enough
before
morning
.
I
'd
bet
a
penny
it
has
changed
sin
'
thou
looked
.
"
She
looked
out
of
their
little
window
at
a
weather-cock
,
near
,
glittering
in
the
moonlight
;
and
as
she
was
a
sailor
's
wife
,
she
instantly
recognised
the
unfavourable
point
at
which
the
indicator
seemed
stationary
,
and
giving
a
heavy
sigh
,
turned
into
the
room
,
and
began
to
beat
about
in
her
own
mind
for
some
other
mode
of
comfort
.
"
There
's
no
one
else
who
can
prove
what
you
want
at
the
trial
to-morrow
,
is
there
?
"
asked
she
.
"
No
one
!
"
answered
Mary
.
"
And
you
've
no
clue
to
the
one
as
is
really
guilty
,
if
t'other
is
not
?
"
Mary
did
not
answer
,
but
trembled
all
over
.
Sturgis
saw
it
.
"
Do
n't
bother
her
with
thy
questions
,
"
said
he
to
his
wife
.
"
She
mun
go
to
bed
,
for
she
's
all
in
a
shiver
with
the
sea
air
.
I
'll
see
after
the
wind
,
hang
it
,
and
the
weather-cock
,
too
.
Tide
will
help
'
em
when
it
turns
.
"
Mary
went
up-stairs
murmuring
thanks
and
blessings
on
those
who
took
the
stranger
in
.
Mrs.
Sturgis
led
her
into
a
little
room
redolent
of
the
sea
and
foreign
lands
.
There
was
a
small
bed
for
one
son
,
bound
for
China
;
and
a
hammock
slung
above
for
another
,
who
was
now
tossing
in
the
Baltic
.
The
sheets
looked
made
out
of
sail-cloth
,
but
were
fresh
and
clean
in
spite
of
their
brownness
.
Against
the
wall
were
wafered
two
rough
drawings
of
vessels
with
their
names
written
underneath
,
on
which
the
mother
's
eyes
caught
,
and
gazed
until
they
filled
with
tears
.
But
she
brushed
the
drops
away
with
the
back
of
her
hand
,
and
in
a
cheerful
tone
went
on
to
assure
Mary
the
bed
was
well
aired
.
"
I
cannot
sleep
,
thank
you
.
I
will
sit
here
,
if
you
please
,
"
said
Mary
,
sinking
down
on
the
window-seat
.
"
Come
,
now
,
"
said
Mrs.
Sturgis
,
"
my
master
told
me
to
see
you
to
bed
,
and
I
mun
.
What
's
the
use
of
watching
?
A
watched
pot
never
boils
,
and
I
see
you
are
after
watching
that
weather-cock
.
Why
now
,
I
try
never
to
look
at
it
,
else
I
could
do
nought
else
.
My
heart
many
a
time
goes
sick
when
the
wind
rises
,
but
I
turn
away
and
work
away
,
and
try
never
to
think
on
the
wind
,
but
on
what
I
ha
'
getten
to
do
.
"
"
Let
me
stay
up
a
little
,
"
pleaded
Mary
,
as
her
hostess
seemed
so
resolute
about
seeing
her
to
bed
.
Her
looks
won
her
suit
.
"
Well
,
I
suppose
I
mun
.
I
shall
catch
it
down
stairs
,
I
know
.
He
'll
be
in
a
fidget
till
you
're
getten
to
bed
,
I
know
;
so
you
mun
be
quiet
if
you
are
so
bent
upon
staying
up
.
"
And
quietly
,
noiselessly
,
Mary
watched
the
unchanging
weather-cock
through
the
night
.
She
sat
on
the
little
window-seat
,
her
hand
holding
back
the
curtain
which
shaded
the
room
from
the
bright
moonlight
without
;
her
head
resting
its
weariness
against
the
corner
of
the
window-frame
;
her
eyes
burning
and
stiff
with
the
intensity
of
her
gaze
.
The
ruddy
morning
stole
up
the
horizon
,
casting
a
crimson
glow
into
the
watcher
's
room
.
It
was
the
morning
of
the
day
of
trial
!
CHAPTER
XXXII
.
THE
TRIAL
AND
VERDICT
—
"
NOT
GUILTY
.
"
"
Thou
stand'st
here
arraign
'd
,
That
,
with
presumption
impious
and
accursed
,
Thou
hast
usurp
'd
God
's
high
prerogative
,
Making
thy
fellow
mortal
's
life
and
death
Wait
on
thy
moody
and
diseased
passions
;
That
with
a
violent
and
untimely
steel
Hast
set
abroach
the
blood
that
should
have
ebbed
In
calm
and
natural
current
:
to
sum
all
In
one
wild
name
—
a
name
the
pale
air
freezes
at
,
And
every
cheek
of
man
sinks
in
with
horror
—
Thou
art
a
cold
and
midnight
murderer
.
"
Milman
's
"
Fazio
.
"
Of
all
the
restless
people
who
found
that
night
's
hours
agonising
from
excess
of
anxiety
,
the
poor
father
of
the
murdered
man
was
perhaps
the
most
restless
.
He
had
slept
but
little
since
the
blow
had
fallen
;
his
waking
hours
had
been
too
full
of
agitated
thought
,
which
seemed
to
haunt
and
pursue
him
through
his
unquiet
slumbers
.
And
this
night
of
all
others
was
the
most
sleepless
.
He
turned
over
and
over
again
in
his
mind
the
wonder
if
every
thing
had
been
done
that
could
be
done
,
to
insure
the
conviction
of
Jem
Wilson
.
He
almost
regretted
the
haste
with
which
he
had
urged
forward
the
proceedings
,
and
yet
until
he
had
obtained
vengeance
,
he
felt
as
if
there
was
no
peace
on
earth
for
him
(
I
do
n't
know
that
he
exactly
used
the
term
vengeance
in
his
thoughts
;
he
spoke
of
justice
,
and
probably
thought
of
his
desired
end
as
such
)
;
no
peace
either
bodily
or
mental
,
for
he
moved
up
and
down
his
bedroom
with
the
restless
incessant
tramp
of
a
wild
beast
in
a
cage
,
and
if
he
compelled
his
aching
limbs
to
cease
for
an
instant
,
the
twitchings
which
ensued
almost
amounted
to
convulsions
,
and
he
re-commenced
his
walk
as
the
lesser
evil
,
and
the
more
bearable
fatigue
.
With
daylight
increased
power
of
action
came
;
and
he
drove
off
to
arouse
his
attorney
,
and
worry
him
with
further
directions
and
inquiries
;
and
when
that
was
ended
,
he
sat
,
watch
in
hand
,
until
the
courts
should
be
opened
,
and
the
trial
begin
.
What
were
all
the
living
,
—
wife
or
daughters
,
—
what
were
they
in
comparison
with
the
dead
,
—
the
murdered
son
who
lay
unburied
still
,
in
compliance
with
his
father
's
earnest
wish
,
and
almost
vowed
purpose
of
having
the
slayer
of
his
child
sentenced
to
death
,
before
he
committed
the
body
to
the
rest
of
the
grave
?
At
nine
o'clock
they
all
met
at
their
awful
place
of
rendezvous
.
The
judge
,
the
jury
,
the
avenger
of
blood
,
the
prisoner
,
the
witnesses
—
all
were
gathered
together
within
one
building
.
And
besides
these
were
many
others
,
personally
interested
in
some
part
of
the
proceedings
,
in
which
,
however
,
they
took
no
part
;
Job
Legh
,
Ben
Sturgis
,
and
several
others
were
there
,
amongst
whom
was
Charley
Jones
.
Job
Legh
had
carefully
avoided
any
questioning
from
Mrs.
Wilson
that
morning
.
Indeed
he
had
not
been
much
in
her
company
,
for
he
had
risen
up
early
to
go
out
once
more
to
make
inquiry
for
Mary
;
and
when
he
could
hear
nothing
of
her
,
he
had
desperately
resolved
not
to
undeceive
Mrs.
Wilson
,
as
sorrow
never
came
too
late
;
and
if
the
blow
were
inevitable
,
it
would
be
better
to
leave
her
in
ignorance
of
the
impending
evil
as
long
as
possible
.
She
took
her
place
in
the
witness-room
,
worn
and
dispirited
,
but
not
anxious
.
As
Job
struggled
through
the
crowd
into
the
body
of
the
court
,
Mr.
Bridgenorth
's
clerk
beckoned
to
him
.
"
Here
's
a
letter
for
you
from
our
client
!
"
Job
sickened
as
he
took
it
.
He
did
not
know
why
,
but
he
dreaded
a
confession
of
guilt
,
which
would
be
an
overthrow
of
all
hope
.
The
letter
ran
as
follows
.
Dear
Friend
,
—
I
thank
you
heartily
for
your
goodness
in
finding
me
a
lawyer
,
but
lawyers
can
do
no
good
to
me
,
whatever
they
may
do
to
other
people
.
But
I
am
not
the
less
obliged
to
you
,
dear
friend
.
I
foresee
things
will
go
against
me
—
and
no
wonder
.
If
I
was
a
jury-man
,
I
should
say
the
man
was
guilty
as
had
as
much
evidence
brought
against
him
as
may
be
brought
against
me
to-morrow
.
So
it
's
no
blame
to
them
if
they
do
.
But
,
Job
Legh
,
I
think
I
need
not
tell
you
I
am
as
guiltless
in
this
matter
as
the
babe
unborn
,
although
it
is
not
in
my
power
to
prove
it
.
If
I
did
not
believe
that
you
thought
me
innocent
,
I
could
not
write
as
I
do
now
to
tell
you
my
wishes
.
You
'll
not
forget
they
are
the
wishes
of
a
man
shortly
to
die
.
Dear
friend
,
you
must
take
care
of
my
mother
.
Not
in
the
money
way
,
for
she
will
have
enough
for
her
and
Aunt
Alice
;
but
you
must
let
her
talk
to
you
of
me
;
and
show
her
that
(
whatever
others
may
do
)
you
think
I
died
innocent
.
I
do
n't
reckon
she
will
stay
long
behind
when
we
are
all
gone
.
Be
tender
with
her
,
Job
,
for
my
sake
;
and
if
she
is
a
bit
fractious
at
times
,
remember
what
she
has
gone
through
.
I
know
mother
will
never
doubt
me
,
God
bless
her
.
There
is
one
other
whom
I
fear
I
have
loved
too
dearly
;
and
yet
,
the
loving
her
has
made
the
happiness
of
my
life
.
She
will
think
I
have
murdered
her
lover
;
she
will
think
I
have
caused
the
grief
she
must
be
feeling
.
And
she
must
go
on
thinking
so
.
It
is
hard
upon
me
to
say
this
;
but
she
must
.
It
will
be
best
for
her
,
and
that
's
all
I
ought
to
think
on
.
But
,
dear
Job
,
you
are
a
hearty
fellow
for
your
time
of
life
,
and
may
live
a
many
years
to
come
;
and
perhaps
you
could
tell
her
,
when
you
felt
sure
you
were
drawing
near
your
end
,
that
I
solemnly
told
you
(
as
I
do
now
)
that
I
was
innocent
of
this
thing
.
You
must
not
tell
her
for
many
years
to
come
;
but
I
cannot
well
bear
to
think
on
her
living
through
a
long
life
,
and
hating
the
thought
of
me
as
the
murderer
of
him
she
loved
,
and
dying
with
that
hatred
to
me
in
her
heart
.
It
would
hurt
me
sore
in
the
other
world
to
see
the
look
of
it
in
her
face
,
as
it
would
be
,
till
she
was
told
.
I
must
not
let
myself
think
on
how
she
must
be
viewing
me
now
.
So
God
bless
you
,
Job
Legh
;
and
no
more
from
Yours
to
command
,
James
Wilson
.
Job
turned
the
letter
over
and
over
when
he
had
read
it
;
sighed
deeply
;
and
then
wrapping
it
carefully
up
in
a
bit
of
newspaper
he
had
about
him
,
he
put
it
in
his
waistcoat
pocket
,
and
went
off
to
the
door
of
the
witness-room
to
ask
if
Mary
Barton
were
there
.
As
the
door
opened
he
saw
her
sitting
within
,
against
a
table
on
which
her
folded
arms
were
resting
,
and
her
head
was
hidden
within
them
.
It
was
an
attitude
of
hopelessness
,
and
would
have
served
to
strike
Job
dumb
in
sickness
of
heart
,
even
without
the
sound
of
Mrs.
Wilson
's
voice
in
passionate
sobbing
,
and
sore
lamentations
,
which
told
him
as
well
as
words
could
do
(
for
she
was
not
within
view
of
the
door
,
and
he
did
not
care
to
go
in
)
,
that
she
was
at
any
rate
partially
undeceived
as
to
the
hopes
he
had
given
her
last
night
.
Sorrowfully
did
Job
return
into
the
body
of
the
court
;
neither
Mrs.
Wilson
nor
Mary
having
seen
him
as
he
had
stood
at
the
witness-room
door
.
As
soon
as
he
could
bring
his
distracted
thoughts
to
bear
upon
the
present
scene
,
he
perceived
that
the
trial
of
James
Wilson
for
the
murder
of
Henry
Carson
was
just
commencing
.
The
clerk
was
gabbling
over
the
indictment
,
and
in
a
minute
or
two
there
was
the
accustomed
question
,
"
How
say
you
,
Guilty
,
or
Not
Guilty
?
"
Although
but
one
answer
was
expected
,
—
was
customary
in
all
cases
,
—
there
was
a
pause
of
dead
silence
,
an
interval
of
solemnity
even
in
this
hackneyed
part
of
the
proceeding
;
while
the
prisoner
at
the
bar
stood
with
compressed
lips
,
looking
at
the
judge
with
his
outward
eyes
,
but
with
far
other
and
different
scenes
presented
to
his
mental
vision
;
—
a
sort
of
rapid
recapitulation
of
his
life
,
—
remembrances
of
his
childhood
,
—
his
father
(
so
proud
of
him
,
his
first-born
child
)
,
—
his
sweet
little
playfellow
,
Mary
,
—
his
hopes
,
his
love
,
—
his
despair
,
yet
still
,
yet
ever
and
ever
,
his
love
,
—
the
blank
,
wide
world
it
had
been
without
her
love
,
—
his
mother
,
—
his
childless
mother
,
—
but
not
long
to
be
so
,
—
not
long
to
be
away
from
all
she
loved
,
—
nor
during
that
time
to
be
oppressed
with
doubt
as
to
his
innocence
,
sure
and
secure
of
her
darling
's
heart
;
—
he
started
from
his
instant
's
pause
,
and
said
in
a
low
firm
voice
,
"
Not
guilty
,
my
lord
.
"
The
circumstances
of
the
murder
,
the
discovery
of
the
body
,
the
causes
of
suspicion
against
Jem
,
were
as
well
known
to
most
of
the
audience
as
they
are
to
you
,
so
there
was
some
little
buzz
of
conversation
going
on
among
the
people
while
the
leading
counsel
for
the
prosecution
made
his
very
effective
speech
.
"
That
's
Mr.
Carson
,
the
father
,
sitting
behind
Serjeant
Wilkinson
!
"
"
What
a
noble-looking
old
man
he
is
!
so
stern
and
inflexible
,
with
such
classical
features
!
Does
he
not
remind
you
of
some
of
the
busts
of
Jupiter
?
"
"
I
am
more
interested
by
watching
the
prisoner
.
Criminals
always
interest
me
.
I
try
to
trace
in
the
features
common
to
humanity
some
expression
of
the
crimes
by
which
they
have
distinguished
themselves
from
their
kind
.
I
have
seen
a
good
number
of
murderers
in
my
day
,
but
I
have
seldom
seen
one
with
such
marks
of
Cain
on
his
countenance
as
the
man
at
the
bar
.
"
"
Well
,
I
am
no
physiognomist
,
but
I
do
n't
think
his
face
strikes
me
as
bad
.
It
certainly
is
gloomy
and
depressed
,
and
not
unnaturally
so
,
considering
his
situation
.
"
"
Only
look
at
his
low
,
resolute
brow
,
his
downcast
eye
,
his
white
compressed
lips
.
He
never
looks
up
,
—
just
watch
him
.
"
"
His
forehead
is
not
so
low
if
he
had
that
mass
of
black
hair
removed
,
and
is
very
square
,
which
some
people
say
is
a
good
sign
.
If
others
are
to
be
influenced
by
such
trifles
as
you
are
,
it
would
have
been
much
better
if
the
prison
barber
had
cut
his
hair
a
little
previous
to
the
trial
;
and
as
for
down-cast
eye
,
and
compressed
lip
,
it
is
all
part
and
parcel
of
his
inward
agitation
just
now
;
nothing
to
do
with
character
,
my
good
fellow
.
"
Poor
Jem
!
His
raven
hair
(
his
mother
's
pride
,
and
so
often
fondly
caressed
by
her
fingers
)
,
was
that
too
to
have
its
influence
against
him
?
The
witnesses
were
called
.
At
first
they
consisted
principally
of
policemen
;
who
,
being
much
accustomed
to
giving
evidence
,
knew
what
were
the
material
points
they
were
called
on
to
prove
,
and
did
not
lose
the
time
of
the
court
in
listening
to
any
thing
unnecessary
.
"
Clear
as
day
against
the
prisoner
,
"
whispered
one
attorney
's
clerk
to
another
.
"
Black
as
night
,
you
mean
,
"
replied
his
friend
;
and
they
both
smiled
.
"
Jane
Wilson
!
who
's
she
?
some
relation
,
I
suppose
,
from
the
name
.
"
"
The
mother
,
—
she
that
is
to
prove
the
gun
part
of
the
case
.
"
"
Oh
,
ay
—
I
remember
!
Rather
hard
on
her
,
too
,
I
think
.
"
Then
both
were
silent
,
as
one
of
the
officers
of
the
court
ushered
Mrs.
Wilson
into
the
witness-box
.
I
have
often
called
her
"
the
old
woman
,
"
and
"
an
old
woman
,
"
because
,
in
truth
,
her
appearance
was
so
much
beyond
her
years
,
which
might
not
be
many
above
fifty
.
But
partly
owing
to
her
accident
in
early
life
,
which
left
a
stamp
of
pain
upon
her
face
,
partly
owing
to
her
anxious
temper
,
partly
to
her
sorrows
,
and
partly
to
her
limping
gait
,
she
always
gave
me
the
idea
of
age
.
But
now
she
might
have
seemed
more
than
seventy
;
her
lines
were
so
set
and
deep
,
her
features
so
sharpened
,
and
her
walk
so
feeble
.
She
was
trying
to
check
her
sobs
into
composure
,
and
(
unconsciously
)
was
striving
to
behave
as
she
thought
would
best
please
her
poor
boy
,
whom
she
knew
she
had
often
grieved
by
her
uncontrolled
impatience
