saic experience. The wounds of Soame Rivers
happened to be almost altogether in his chest and ribs--his chest was
well-nigh torn away--and when the doctors and the nurses made him up
seemly in his death-bed he might be looked upon without horror. He was
looked upon by Helena Langley without horror. She sat beside him, and
mourned over him, and cried over him, and wished that she could have
better appreciated him while he lived--and never did know, and never
will know, what was the act of treachery which had stirred him up to
remorse and to manhood, and which in fact had redeemed him, and had
caused his death.

Silence and order fell with subdued voice upon the house which had so
lately crashed with dynamite and rung with hurrying, scurrying feet. The
Coroner's jury had found a verdict of wilful murder against the man
describing himself as Andrew J. Copping of Omaha, for the killing of the
man describing himself as Professor Flick, and had found that the
calamities at Seagate Hall were the work of certain conspirators at
present not fully known, but of whom Andrew J. Copping, otherwise known
as Manoel Silva, was charged with being one. Then the whole question was
remitted into the hands of the magistrates and the police; and the
so-called Andrew J. Copping was sent to the County Gaol to await his
trial. The Dictator had little evidence to give except the fact of his
distinct recollection that two men, whose names he perfectly well
remembered now, but whose faces he could not identify, had been relieved
by him from the death penalty in Gloria, but had been sent to penal
servitude for life; and that he believed the men who called themselves
Flick and Copping were the two professional murderers. The fact could
easily be established by telegraph--had, as we know, been already
established--that the real Professor Flick, the authority on folk-lore,
had not yet reached England, but would soon be here on his way home. Not
many hours of investigation were needed to foreshadow the whole plan and
purpose of the conspiracy. In any case, it did not seem likely that the
man who called himself Andrew J. Copping would give himself any great
trouble to interfere with the regular course of justice. No matter how
often he was warned by the police officials that any words he chose to
utter would be taken down and used in evidence against him, he continued
to say with a kind of delight that he had done his work faithfully, and
that he could