n whose drunken fury killed her. There is something that makes one
shudder, something supernatural in this awful fact. Robert agrees with
me that the hand of Providence must have guided my steps to that shop
from which all the discoveries since made took their rise. He says he
believes we are the instruments of effecting a righteous retribution;
and, if he spends his last farthing, he will have the investigation
brought to its full end in a court of justice.

May 4th. Robert went to-day to consult a lawyer whom he knew in former
times The lawyer was much interested, though not so seriously impressed
as he ought to have been by the story of Mary's death and of the events
that have followed it. He gave Robert a confidential letter to take to
the doctor in attendance on the double-dyed villain at the Red Lion.
Robert left the letter, and called again and saw the doctor, who said
his patient was getting better, and would most likely be up again in ten
days or a fortnight. This statement Robert communicated to the lawyer,
and the lawyer has undertaken to have the public house properly watched,
and the hunchback (who is the most important witness) sharply looked
after for the next fortnight, or longer if necessary. Here, then, the
progress of this dreadful business stops for a while.

May 5th. Robert has got a little temporary employment in copying for his
friend the lawyer. I am working harder than ever at my needle, to make
up for the time that has been lost lately.

May 6th. To-day was Sunday, and Robert proposed that we should go and
look at Mary's grave. He, who forgets nothing where a kindness is to be
done, has found time to perform the promise he made to me on the night
when we first met. The grave is already, by his orders, covered with
turf, and planted round with shrubs. Some flowers, and a low headstone,
are to be added, to make the place look worthier of my poor lost darling
who is beneath it. Oh, I hope I shall live long after I am married to
Robert! I want so much time to show him all my gratitude!

May 20th. A hard trial to my courage to-day. I have given evidence at
the police-office, and have seen the monster who murdered her.

I could only look at him once. I could just see that he was a giant in
size, and that he kept his dull, lowering, bestial face turned toward
the witness-box, and his bloodshot, vacant eyes staring on me. For
an instant I tried to confront that look; for an instant I kept my