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d was the girl。 She alone knew and felt what he was feeling； would put up with him and love him whatever he did； or was done to him。 He stopped and took shelter in a doorway； to light a cigarette。 He had suddenly a fearful wish to pass the archway where he had placed the body； a fearful wish that had no sense； no end in view； no anything； just an insensate craving to see the dark place again。 He crossed Borrow Street to the little lane。 There was only one person visible； a man on the far side with his shoulders hunched against the wind； a short； dark figure which crossed and came towards him in the flickering lamplight。 What a face！ Yellow； ravaged； clothed almost to the eyes in a stubbly greyish growth of beard； with blackish teeth； and haunting bloodshot eyes。 And what a figure of ragsone shoulder higher than the other； one leg a little lame； and thin！ A surge of feeling came up in Laurence for this creature； more unfortunate than himself。 There were lower depths than his！
〃Well； brother；〃 he said； 〃you don't look too prosperous！〃
The smile which gleamed out on the man's face seemed as unlikely as a smile on a scarecrow。
〃Prosperity doesn't come my way；〃 he said in a rusty voice。 〃I'm a failurealways been a failure。 And yet you wouldn't think it； would you？I was a minister of religion once。〃
Laurence held out a shilling。 But the man shook his head。
〃Keep your money；〃 he said。 〃I've got more than you to…day； I daresay。 But thank you for taking a little interest。 That's worth more than money to a man that's down。〃
〃You're right。〃
〃Yes；〃 the rusty voice went on； 〃I'd as soon die as go on living as I do。 And now I've lost my self…respect。 Often wondered how long a starving man could go without losing his self…respect。 Not so very long。 You take my word for that。〃 And without the slightest change in the monotony of that creaking voice he added：
〃Did you read of the murder？ Just here。 I've been looking at the place。〃
The words： 'So have I！' leaped up to Laurence's lips； he choked them down with a sort of terror。
〃I wish you better luck；〃 he said。 〃Goodnight！〃 and hurried away。 A sort of ghastly laughter was forcing its way up in his throat。 Was everyone talking of the murder he had committed？ Even the very scarecrows？
III
There are some natures so constituted that； due to be hung at ten o'clock； they will play chess at eight。 Such men invariably rise。 They make especially good bishops； editors； judges； impresarios； Prime ministers； money…lenders； and generals； in fact； fill with exceptional credit any position of power over their fellow…men。 They have spiritual cold storage； in which are preserved their nervous systems。 In such men there is little or none of that fluid sense and continuity of feeling known under those vague terms； speculation； poetry； philosophy。 Men of facts and of decision switching imagination on and off at will； subordinating sentiment to reason。。。 one does not think of them when watching wind ripple over cornfields； or swallows flying。
Keith Darrant had need for being of that breed during his dinner at the Tellassons。 It was just eleven when he issued from the big house in Portland Place and refrained from taking a cab。 He wanted to walk that he might better think。 What crude and wanton irony there was in his situation！ To have been made father…confessor to a murderer； he… …well on towards a judgeship！ With his contempt for the kind of weakness which landed men in such abysses； he felt it all so sordid； so 〃impossible；〃 that he could hardly bring his mind to bear on it at all。 And yet he must； because of two powerful instinctsself… preservation and blood…loyalty。
The wind had still the sapping softness of the afternoon； but rain had held off so far。 It was warm； and he unbuttoned his fur overcoat。 The nature of his thoughts deepened the dark austerity of his face； whose thin； well…cut lips were always pressing together； as if； by meeting； to dispose of each thought as it came up。 He moved along the crowded pavements glumly。 That air of festive conspiracy which drops with the darkness on to lighted streets； galled him。 He turned off on a darker route。
This ghastly business！ Convinced of its reality； he yet could not see it。 The thing existed in his mind； not as a picture； but as a piece of irrefutable evidence。 Larry had not meant to do it； of course。 But it was murder； all the same。 Men like Larryweak； impulsive； sentimental； introspective creaturesdid they ever mean what they did？ This man； this Walenn； was； by all accounts； better dead than alive； no need to waste a thought on him！ But； crimethe uglinessJustice unsatisfied！ Crime concealedand his own share in the concealment！ And yetbrother to brother！ Surely no one could demand action from him！ It was only a question of what he was going to advise Larry to do。 To keep silent； and disappear？ Had that a chance of success？ Perhaps if the answers to his questions had been correct。 But this girl！ Suppose the dead man's relationship to her were ferreted out； could she be relied on not to endanger Larry？ These women were all the same； unstable as water； emotional； shiftless pests of society。 Then； too； a crime untracked； dogging all his brother's after life； a secret following him wherever he might vanish to； hanging over him； watching for some drunken moment； to slip out of his lips。 It was bad to think of。 A clean breast of it？ But his heart twitched within him。 〃Brother of Mr。 Keith Darrant； the wellknown King's Counsel〃visiting a woman of the town； strangling with his bare hands the woman's husband！ No intention to murder； buta dead man！ A dead man carried out of the house； laid under a dark archway！ Provocation！ Recommended to mercypenal servitude for life！ Was that the advice he was going to give Larry to…morrow morning？
And he had a sudden vision of shaven men with clay…coloured features； run； as it were； to seed； as he had seen them once in Pentonville； when he had gone there to visit a prisoner。 Larry！ Whom； as a baby creature； he had watched straddling； whom； as a little fellow； he had fagged； whom he had seen through scrapes at college； to whom he had lent money time and again； and time and again admonished in his courses。 Larry！ Five years younger than himself； and committed to his charge by their mother when she died。 To become for life one of those men with faces like diseased plants； with no hair but a bushy stubble； with arrows marked on their yellow clothes！ Larry！ One of those men herded like sheep； at the beck and call of common men！ A gentleman； his own brother； to live that slave's life； to be ordered here and there； year after year； day in； day out。 Something snapped within him。 He could not give that advice。 Impossible！ But if not； he must make sure of his ground； must verify； must know。 This Glove Lanethis arch way？ It would not be far from where he was that very moment。 He looked for someone of whom to make enquiry。 A policeman was standing at the corner； his stolid face illumined by a lamp； capable and watchfulan excellent officer； no doubt； but； turning his head away； Keith passed him without a word。 Stra