have been selected with scrupulous accuracy," he
replied. "How did I find you, sir, when I came to announce this
catastrophe? You were sitting on the hearthrug playing, like a silly
baby, with a servant, were you not, and the floor all scattered with
gold and bank paper? There was a tableau for you! It was I who came, and
you were lucky in that. It might have been any one--your cousin as well
as another."

"You have me there, sir," I admitted. "I had neglected all precautions,
and you do right to be angry. _A propos_, Mr. Romaine, how did you come
yourself, and how long have you been in the house?" I added, surprised,
on the retrospect, not to have heard him arrive.

"I drove up in a chaise and pair," he returned. "Any one might have
heard me. But you were not listening, I suppose? being so extremely at
your ease in the very house of your enemy, and under a capital charge!
And I have been long enough here to do your business for you. Ah, yes, I
did it, God forgive me!--did it before I so much as asked you the
explanation of the paragraph. For some time back the will has been
prepared; now it is signed; and your uncle has heard nothing of your
recent piece of activity. Why? Well, I had no fancy to bother him on his
deathbed: you might be innocent; and at bottom I preferred the murderer
to the spy."

No doubt of it but the man played a friendly part: no doubt also that,
in his ill-temper and anxiety, he expressed himself unpalatably.

"You will perhaps find me over-delicate," said I. "There is a word you
employed----"

"I employ the words of my brief, sir," he cried, striking with his hand
on the newspaper. "It is there in six letters. And do not be so
certain--you have not stood your trial yet. It is an ugly affair, a
fishy business. It is highly disagreeable. I would give my hand off--I
mean I would give a hundred pound down--to have nothing to do with it.
And, situated as we are, we must at once take action. There is here no
choice. You must at once quit this country, and get to France, or
Holland, or, indeed, to Madagascar."

"There may be two words to that," said I.

"Not so much as one syllable!" he retorted. "Here is no room for
argument. The case is nakedly plain. In the disgusting position in which
you have found means to place yourself, all that is to be hoped for is
delay. A time may come when we shall be able to do better. It cannot be
now: now it would be the gibbet."

"You labour under a false impr