five tales-第7章
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for。 And then at breakfast he came on this paragraph in the paper：
〃SOHO MURDER。
〃Enquiry late last night established the fact that the Police have discovered the identity of the man found strangled yesterday morning under an archway in Glove Lane。 An arrest has been made。〃
By good fortune he had finished eating； for the words made him feel physically sick。 At this very minute Larry might be locked up； waiting to be charged…might even have been arrested before his own visit to the girl last night。 If Larry were arrested； she must be implicated。 What； then； would be his own position？ Idiot to go and look at that archway； to go and see the girl！ Had that policeman really followed him home？ Accessory after the fact！ Keith Darrant； King's Counsel； man of mark！ He forced himself by an effort； which had something of the heroic； to drop this panicky feeling。 Panic never did good。 He must face it； and see。 He refused even to hurry； calmly collected the papers wanted for the day； and attended to a letter or two； before he set out in a taxi…cab to Fitzroy Street。
Waiting outside there in the grey morning for his ring to be answered； he looked the very picture of a man who knew his mind； a man of resolution。 But it needed all his will…power to ask without tremor： 〃Mr。 Darrant in？〃 to hear without sign of any kind the answer： 〃He's not up yet； sir。〃
〃Never mind； I'll go in and see him。 Mr。 Keith Darrant。〃
On his way to Laurence's bedroom； in the midst of utter relief； he had the self…possession to think： 'This arrest is the best thing that could have happened。 It'll keep their noses on a wrong scent till Larry's got away。 The girl must be sent off too； but not with him。' Panic had ended in quite hardening his resolution。 He entered the bedroom with a feeling of disgust。 The fellow was lying there； his bare arms crossed behind his tousled head； staring at the ceiling； and smoking one of many cigarettes whose ends littered a chair beside him； whose sickly reek tainted the air。 That pale face； with its jutting cheek…bones and chin； its hollow cheeks and blue eyes far sunk backwhat a wreck of goodness！
He looked up at Keith through the haze of smoke and said quietly： 〃Well； brother； what's the sentence？ 'Transportation for life； and then to be fined forty pounds？'〃
The flippancy revolted Keith。 It was Larry all over！ Last night horrified and humble； this morning； 〃Don't care〃 and feather…headed。 He said sourly：
〃Oh！ You can joke about it now？〃
Laurence turned his face to the wall。
〃Must。〃
Fatalism！ How detestable were natures like that！
〃I've been to see her；〃 he said。
〃You？〃
〃Last night。 She can be trusted。〃
Laurence laughed。
〃That I told you。〃
〃I had to see for myself。 You must clear out at once； Larry。 She can come out to you by the next boat； but you can't go together。 Have you any money？〃
〃No。〃
〃I can foot your expenses； and lend you a year's income in advance。 But it must be a clean cut； after you get out there your whereabouts must only be known to me。〃
A long sigh answered him。
〃You're very good to me； Keith； you've always been very good。 I don't know why。〃
Keith answered drily
〃Nor I。 There's a boat to the Argentine tomorrow。 You're in luck； they've made an arrest。 It's in the paper。〃
〃What？〃
The cigarette end dropped； the thin pyjama'd figure writhed up and stood clutching at the bedrail。
〃What？〃
The disturbing thought flitted through Keith's brain： 'I was a fool。 He takes it queerly； what now？'
Laurence passed his hand over his forehead； and sat down on the bed。
〃I hadn't thought of that；〃 he said； 〃It does me！〃
Keith stared。 In his relief that the arrested man was not Laurence； this had not occurred to him。 What folly！
〃Why？〃 he said quickly； 〃an innocent man's in no danger。 They always get the wrong man first。 It's a piece of luck； that's all。 It gives us time。〃
How often had he not seen that expression on Larry's face； wistful； questioning； as if trying to see the thing with hisKeith's…eyes； trying to submit to better judgment？ And he said； almost gently
〃Now； look here； Larry； this is too serious to trifle with。 Don't worry about that。 Leave it to me。 Just get ready to be off'。 I'll take your berth and make arrangements。 Here's some money for kit。 I can come round between five and six； and let you know。 Pull yourself together； man。 As soon as the girl's joined you out there； you'd better get across to Chile； the further the better。 You must simply lose yourself： I must go now； if I'm to get to the Bank before I go down to the courts。〃 And looking very steadily at his brother； he added：
〃Come！ You've got to think of me in this matter as well as of yourself。 No playing fast and loose with the arrangements。 Understand？〃
But still Larry gazed up at him with that wistful questioning； and not till he had repeated； 〃Understand？〃 did he receive 〃Yes〃 for answer。
Driving away； he thought： 'Queer fellow！ I don't know him； shall never know him！' and at once began to concentrate on the practical arrangements。 At his bank he drew out L400； but waiting for the notes to be counted he suffered qualms。 A clumsy way of doing things！ If there had been more time！ The thought： 'Accessory after the fact！' now infected everything。 Notes were traceable。 No other way of getting him away at once； though。 One must take lesser risks to avoid greater。 From the bank he drove to the office of the steamship line。 He had told Larry he would book his passage。 But that would not do！ He must only ask anonymously if there were accommodation。 Having discovered that there were vacant berths； he drove on to the Law Courts。 If he could have taken a morning off； he would have gone down to the police court and seen them charge this man。 But even that was not too safe； with a face so well known as his。 What would come of this arrest？ Nothing； surely！ The police always took somebody up； to keep the public quiet。 Then； suddenly； he had again the feeling that it was all a nightmare； Larry had never done it； the police had got the right man！ But instantly the memory of the girl's awe…stricken face； her figure huddling on the sofa； her words 〃I see him always falling！〃 came back。 God！ What a business！
He felt he had never been more clear…headed and forcible than that morning in court。 When he came out for lunch he bought the most sensational of the evening papers。 But it was yet too early for news； and he had to go back into court no whit wiser concerning the arrest。 When at last he threw off wig and gown； and had got through a conference and other necessary work； he went out to Chancery Lane； buying a paper on the way。 Then he hailed a cab； and drove once more to Fitzroy Street。
V
Laurence had remained sitting on his bed for many minutes。 An innocent man in no danger！ Keith had said itthe celebrated lawyer！ Could he rely on that？ Go out 8；000 miles； he and the girl； and leave a fellow…creature perhaps in mortal peril for an act committed by himself？
In the past night he had touched bottom； as he thought： become ready to face anything。 When Keith came in he would without murmur have accepted the advice： 〃Give yourself up！〃 He was prepared to pitch away the end of his life as he pitched from him the fag…ends of his cigarettes。 And the long sigh he had heaved； hearing of reprieve； had been only half relief。 Then； with incredible swiftness there had rushed through him a feeling of unutterable joy and hope。 Clean awayinto a new country； a new life！ The girl and he！ Out there he wouldn't care； would rejoice even to have squashed the life out of such a noisome beetle of a man。 Out there！ Under a new sun； where blood ran quicker than in this foggy land； and people took justice into their own hands。 For it had been justice on that brute even though he had not meant to kill him。 And then to hear of this arrest！ They would be charging the man to…day。 He could go and see the poor creature accused of the murder he himself had committed！ And he laughed。 Go and see how likely it was that they might hang a fellow…man in place of himself？ He dressed； but too shaky t
