five tales-第8章
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ow likely it was that they might hang a fellow…man in place of himself？ He dressed； but too shaky to shave himself； went out to a barber's shop。 While there he read the news which Keith had seen。 In this paper the name of the arrested man was given： 〃John Evan； no address。〃 To be brought up on the charge at Bow Street。 Yes！ He must go。 Once； twice； three times he walked past the entrance of the court before at last he entered and screwed himself away among the tag and bobtail。
The court was crowded； and from the murmurs round he could tell that it was his particular case which had brought so many there。 In a dazed way he watched charge after charge disposed of with lightning quickness。 But were they never going to reach his business？ And then suddenly he saw the little scarecrow man of last night advancing to the dock between two policemen； more ragged and miserable than ever by light of day； like some shaggy； wan； grey animal； surrounded by sleek hounds。
A sort of satisfied purr was rising all round； and with horror Laurence perceived that thisthis was the man accused of what he himself had donethis queer； battered unfortunate to whom he had shown a passing friendliness。 Then all feeling merged in the appalling interest of listening。 The evidence was very short。 Testimony of the hotel…keeper where Walenn had been staying； the identification of his body； and of a snake…shaped ring he had been wearing at dinner that evening。 Testimony of a pawnbroker； that this same ring was pawned with him the first thing yesterday morning by the prisoner。 Testimony of a policeman that he had noticed the man Evan several times in Glove Lane； and twice moved him on from sleeping under that arch。 Testimony of another policeman that； when arrested at midnight； Evan had said： 〃Yes； I took the ring off his finger。 I found him there dead 。。。。 I know I oughtn't to have done it。。。。 I'm an educated man； it was stupid to pawn the ring。 I found him with his pockets turned inside out。〃
Fascinating and terrible to sit staring at the man in whose place he should have been； to wonder when those small bright…grey bloodshot eyes would spy him out； and how he would meet that glance。 Like a baited raccoon the little man stood； screwed back into a corner； mournful； cynical； fierce； with his ridged； obtuse yellow face； and his stubbly grey beard and hair； and his eyes wandering now and again amongst the crowd。 But with all his might Laurence kept his face unmoved。 Then came the word 〃Remanded〃； and； more like a baited beast than ever； the man was led away。
Laurence sat on； a cold perspiration thick on his forehead。 Someone else； then； had come on the body and turned the pockets inside out before John Evan took the ring。 A man such as Walenn would not be out at night without money。 Besides； if Evan had found money on the body he would never have run the risk of taking that ring。 Yes； someone else had come on the body first。 It was for that one to come forward； and prove that the ring was still on the dead man's finger when he left him； and thus clear Evan。 He clung to that thought； it seemed to make him less responsible for the little man's position； to remove him and his own deed one step further back。 If they found the person who had taken the money； it would prove Evan's innocence。 He came out of the court in a sort of trance。 And a craving to get drunk attacked him。 One could not go on like this without the relief of some oblivion。 If he could only get drunk； keep drunk till this business was decided and he knew whether he must give himself up or no。 He had now no fear at all of people suspecting him； only fear of himselffear that he might go and give himself up。 Now he could see the girl； the danger from that was as nothing compared with the danger from his own conscience。 He had promised Keith not to see her。 Keith had been decent and loyal to himgood old Keith！ But he would never understand that this girl was now all he cared about in life； that he would rather be cut off from life itself than be cut off from her。 Instead of becoming less and less； she was becoming more and more to himexperience strange and thrilling！ Out of deep misery she had grown happythrough him； out of a sordid； shifting life recovered coherence and bloom； through devotion to him him； of all people in the world！ It was a miracle。 She demanded nothing of him； adored him； as no other woman ever hadit was this which had anchored his drifting barque； thisand her truthful mild intelligence； and that burning warmth of a woman； who； long treated by men as but a sack of sex； now loves at last。
And suddenly； mastering his craving to get drunk； he made towards Soho。 He had been a fool to give those keys to Keith。 She must have been frightened by his visit； and； perhaps； doubly miserable since； knowing nothing； imagining everything！ Keith was sure to have terrified her。 Poor little thing！
Down the street where he had stolen in the dark with the dead body on his back； he almost ran for the cover of her house。 The door was opened to him before he knocked； her arms were round his neck； her lips pressed to his。 The fire was out； as if she had been unable to remember to keep warm。 A stool had been drawn to the window； and there she had evidently been sitting； like a bird in a cage； looking out into the grey street。 Though she had been told that he was not to come； instinct had kept her there； or the pathetic； aching hope against hope which lovers never part with。
Now that he was there； her first thoughts were for his comfort。 The fire was lighted。 He must eat； drink； smoke。 There was never in her doings any of the 〃I am doing this for you； but you ought to be doing that for me〃 which belongs to so many marriages； and liaisons。 She was like a devoted slave； so in love with the chains that she never knew she wore them。 And to Laurence； who had so little sense of property； this only served to deepen tenderness； and the hold she had on him。 He had resolved not to tell her of the new danger he ran from his own conscience。 But resolutions with him were but the opposites of what was sure to come； and at last the words：
〃They've arrested someone；〃 escaped him。
》From her face he knew she had grasped the danger at once； had divined it； perhaps； before he spoke。 But she only twined her arms round him and kissed his lips。 And he knew that she was begging him to put his love for her above his conscience。 Who would ever have thought that he could feel as he did to this girl who had been in the arms of many！ The stained and suffering past of a loved woman awakens in some men only chivalry； in others； more respectable； it rouses a tigerish itch； a rancorous jealousy of what in the past was given to others。 Sometimes it will do both。 When he had her in his arms he felt no remorse for killing the coarse； handsome brute who had ruined her。 He savagely rejoiced in it。 But when she laid her head in the hollow of his shoulder； turning to him her white face with the faint colour…staining on the parted lips； the cheeks； the eyelids； when her dark； wide…apart； brown eyes gazed up in the happiness of her abandonmenthe felt only tenderness and protection。
He left her at five o'clock； and had not gone two streets' length before the memory of the little grey vagabond； screwed back in the far corner of the dock like a baited raccoon； of his dreary； creaking voice； took possession of him again； and a kind of savagery mounted in his brain against a world where one could be so tortured without having meant harm to anyone。
At the door of his lodgings Keith was getting out of a cab。 They went in together； but neither of them sat down； Keith standing with his back to the carefully shut door； Laurence with his back to the table； as if they knew there was a tug coming。 And Keith said： 〃There's room on that boat。 Go down and book your berth before they shut。 Here's the money！〃
〃I'm going to stick it； Keith。〃
Keith stepped forward； and put a roll of notes on the table。
〃Now look here； Larry。 I've read the police court proceedings。 There's nothing in that。 Out of prison； or in prison for a few weeks； it's all the same to a night…bird of t
