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'Slinkton　is　not　come　yet；'　said　this　creature；　staggering　up　when

I　went　in；　'I'll　call　him。　…　Halloa！　　Julius　Caesar！　　Come　and

drink！'　　As　he　hoarsely　roared　this　out；　he　beat　the　poker　and

tongs　together　in　a　mad　way；　as　if　that　were　his　usual　manner　of

summoning　his　associate。



The　voice　of　Mr。　Slinkton　was　heard　through　the　clatter　from　the

opposite　side　of　the　staircase；　and　he　came　in。　　He　had　not

expected　the　pleasure　of　meeting　me。　　I　have　seen　several　artful

men　brought　to　a　stand；　but　I　never　saw　a　man　so　aghast　as　he　was

when　his　eyes　rested　on　mine。



'Julius　Caesar；'　cried　Beckwith；　staggering　between　us；　'Mist'

Sampson！　　Mist'　Sampson；　Julius　Caesar！　　Julius；　Mist'　Sampson；　is

the　friend　of　my　soul。　　Julius　keeps　me　plied　with　liquor；　morning；

noon；　and　night。　　Julius　is　a　real　benefactor。　Julius　threw　the　tea

and　coffee　out　of　window　when　I　used　to　have　any。　　Julius　empties

all　the　water…jugs　of　their　contents；　and　fills　'em　with　spirits。

Julius　winds　me　up　and　keeps　me　going。　…　Boil　the　brandy；　Julius！'



There　was　a　rusty　and　furred　saucepan　in　the　ashes；　…　the　ashes

looked　like　the　accumulation　of　weeks；　…　and　Beckwith；　rolling　and

staggering　between　us　as　if　he　were　going　to　plunge　headlong　into

the　fire；　got　the　saucepan　out；　and　tried　to　force　it　into

Slinkton's　hand。



'Boil　the　brandy；　Julius　Caesar！　　Come！　　Do　your　usual　office。

Boil　the　brandy！'



He　became　so　fierce　in　his　gesticulations　with　the　saucepan；　that　I

expected　to　see　him　lay　open　Slinkton's　head　with　it。　　I　therefore

put　out　my　hand　to　check　him。　　He　reeled　back　to　the　sofa；　and　sat

there　panting；　shaking；　and　red…eyed；　in　his　rags　of　dressing…gown；

looking　at　us　both。　　I　noticed　then　that　there　was　nothing　to　drink

on　the　table　but　brandy；　and　nothing　to　eat　but　salted　herrings；

and　a　hot；　sickly；　highly…peppered　stew。



'At　all　events；　Mr。　Sampson；'　said　Slinkton；　offering　me　the　smooth

gravel　path　for　the　last　time；　'I　thank　you　for　interfering　between

me　and　this　unfortunate　man's　violence。　　However　you　came　here；　Mr。

Sampson；　or　with　whatever　motive　you　came　here；　at　least　I　thank

you　for　that。'



'Boil　the　brandy；'　muttered　Beckwith。



Without　gratifying　his　desire　to　know　how　I　came　there；　I　said；

quietly；　'How　is　your　niece；　Mr。　Slinkton？'



He　looked　hard　at　me；　and　I　looked　hard　at　him。



'I　am　sorry　to　say；　Mr。　Sampson；　that　my　niece　has　proved

treacherous　and　ungrateful　to　her　best　friend。　　She　left　me　without

a　word　of　notice　or　explanation。　　She　was　misled；　no　doubt；　by　some

designing　rascal。　　Perhaps　you　may　have　heard　of　it。'



'I　did　hear　that　she　was　misled　by　a　designing　rascal。　　In　fact；　I

have　proof　of　it。'



'Are　you　sure　of　that？'　said　he。



'Quite。'



'Boil　the　brandy；'　muttered　Beckwith。　　'Company　to　breakfast；

Julius　Caesar。　　Do　your　usual　office；　…　provide　the　usual

breakfast；　dinner；　tea；　and　supper。　　Boil　the　brandy！'



The　eyes　of　Slinkton　looked　from　him　to　me；　and　he　said；　after　a

moment's　consideration；



'Mr。　Sampson；　you　are　a　man　of　the　world；　and　so　am　I。　　I　will　be

plain　with　you。'



'O　no；　you　won't；'　said　I；　shaking　my　head。



'I　tell　you；　sir；　I　will　be　plain　with　you。'



'And　I　tell　you　you　will　not；'　said　I。　　'I　know　all　about　you。　　YOU

plain　with　any　one？　　Nonsense；　nonsense！'



'I　plainly　tell　you；　Mr。　Sampson；'　he　went　on；　with　a　manner　almost

composed；　'that　I　understand　your　object。　　You　want　to　save　your

funds；　and　escape　from　your　liabilities；　these　are　old　tricks　of

trade　with　you　Office…gentlemen。　　But　you　will　not　do　it；　sir；　you

will　not　succeed。　　You　have　not　an　easy　adversary　to　play　against；

when　you　play　against　me。　　We　shall　have　to　inquire；　in　due　time；

when　and　how　Mr。　Beckwith　fell　into　his　present　habits。　　With　that

remark；　sir；　I　put　this　poor　creature；　and　his　incoherent

wanderings　of　speech；　aside；　and　wish　you　a　good　morning　and　a

better　case　next　time。'



While　he　was　saying　this；　Beckwith　had　filled　a　half…pint　glass

with　brandy。　　At　this　moment；　he　threw　the　brandy　at　his　face；　and

threw　the　glass　after　it。　　Slinkton　put　his　hands　up；　half　blinded

with　the　spirit；　and　cut　with　the　glass　across　the　forehead。　　At

the　sound　of　the　breakage；　a　fourth　person　came　into　the　room；

closed　the　door；　and　stood　at　it；　he　was　a　very　quiet　but　very

keen…looking　man；　with　iron…gray　hair；　and　slightly　lame。



Slinkton　pulled　out　his　handkerchief；　assuaged　the　pain　in　his

smarting　eyes；　and　dabbled　the　blood　on　his　forehead。　　He　was　a

long　time　about　it；　and　I　saw　that　in　the　doing　of　it；　a　tremendous

change　came　over　him；　occasioned　by　the　change　in　Beckwith；　…　who

ceased　to　pant　and　tremble；　sat　upright；　and　never　took　his　eyes

off　him。　　I　never　in　my　life　saw　a　face　in　which　abhorrence　and

determination　were　so　forcibly　painted　as　in　Beckwith's　then。



'Look　at　me；　you　villain；'　said　Beckwith；　'and　see　me　as　I　really

am。　　I　took　these　rooms；　to　make　them　a　trap　for　you。　　I　came　into

them　as　a　drunkard；　to　bait　the　trap　for　you。　　You　fell　into　the

trap；　and　you　will　never　leave　it　alive。　　On　the　morning　when　you

last　went　to　Mr。　Sampson's　office；　I　had　seen　him　first。　　Your　plot

has　been　known　to　both　of　us；　all　along；　and　you　have　been　counter…

plotted　all　along。　　What？　　Having　been　cajoled　into　putting　that

prize　of　two　thousand　pounds　in　your　power；　I　was　to　be　done　to

death　with　brandy；　and；　brandy　not　proving　quick　enough；　with

something　quicker？　　Have　I　never　seen　you；　when　you　thought　my

senses　gone；　pouring　from　your　little　bottle　into　my　glass？　　Why；

you　Murderer　and　Forger；　alone　here　with　you　in　the　dead　of　night；

as　I　have　so　often　been；　I　have　had　my　hand　upon　the　trigger　of　a

pistol；　twenty　times；　to　blow　your　brains　out！'



This　sudden　starting　up　of　the　thing　that　he　had　supposed　to　be　his

imbecile　victim　into　a　determined　man；　with　a　settled　resolution　to

hunt　him　down　and　be　the　death　of　him；　mercilessly　expressed　from

head　to　foot；　was；　in　the　first　shock；　too　much　for　him。　　Without

any　figure　of　speech；　he　staggered　under　it。　　But　there　is　no

greater　mistake　than　to　suppose　that　a　man　who　is　a　calculating

criminal；　is；　in　any　phase　of　his　guilt；　otherwise　than　true　to

himself；　and　perfectly　consistent　with　his　whole　character。　　Such　a

man　commits　murder；　and　murder　is　the　natural　culmination　of　his

course；　such　a　man　has　to　outface　murder；　and　will　do　it　with

hardihood　and　effrontery。　　It　is　a　sort　of　fashion　to　express

surprise　that　any　notorious　criminal；　having　such　crime　upon　his

conscience；　can　so　brave　it　out。　　Do　you　think　that　if　he　had　it　on

his　conscience　at　all；　or　had　a　conscience　to　have　it　upon；　he

would　ever　have　committed　the　crime？



Perfectly　consistent　with　himself；　as　I　believe　all　such　monsters

to　be；　this　Slinkton　recovered　himself；　and　showed　a　defiance　that

was　sufficiently　cold　and　quiet。　　He　was　white；　he　was　haggard；　he

was　changed；　but　only　as　a　sharper　who　had　played　for　a　great　stake

and　had　been　outwitted　and　had　lost　the　game。



'Listen　to　me；　you　villain；'　said　Beckwith；　'and　let　every　word　you

hear　me　say　be　a　stab　in　your　wicked　heart。　　When　I　took　these

rooms；　to　throw　myself　in　your　way　and　lead　you　on　to　the　scheme

that　I　knew　my　appearance　and　supposed　character　and　habits　would

suggest　to　such　a　devil；　how　did　I　know　that？　　Because　you　were　no

stranger　to　me。　　I　knew　you　well。　　And　I　knew　you　to　be　the　cruel

wretch　who；　for　so　much　money；　had　killed　one　innocent　girl　while

she　trusted　him　implicitly；　and　who　was　by　inches　killing　another。'



Slinkton　took　out　a　snuff…box；　took　a　pinch　of　snuff；　and　laughed。



'But　see　here；'　said　Beckwith；　never　looking　away；　never　raising

his　voice；　never　relaxing　his　face；　never　unclenching　his　hand。

'See　what　a　dull　wolf　you　have　been；　after　all！　　The　infatuated

drunkard　who　never　drank　a　fiftieth　part　of　the　liquor　you　plied

him　with；　but　poured　it　away；　here；　there；　everywhere　…　almost

before　your　eyes；　who　bought　over　the　fellow　you　set　to　watch　him

and　to　ply　him；　by　outbidding　you　in　his　bribe；　before　he　had　been

at　his　work　three　days　…　with　whom　you　have　observed　no　caution；

yet　who　was　so　bent　on　ridding　the　earth　of　you　as　a　wild　beast；

that　he　would　have　defeated　you　if　you　had　been　ever　so　prudent　…

that　drunkard　whom　you　have；　many　a　time；　left　on　the　floor　of　this

room；　and　who　has　even　let　you　go　out　of　it；　alive　and　undeceived；

when　you　have　turned　him　over　with　your　foot　…　has；　almost　as

often；　on　the　same　night；　within　an　hour；　within　a　few　minutes；

watched　you　awake；　had　his　hand　at　your　pillow　when　you　were

asleep；　turned　over　your　papers；　taken　samples　from　your　bottles

and　packets　of　powder；　changed　their　contents；　rifled　every　secret

of　your　life！'



He　had　had　another　pinch　of　snuff　in　his　hand；　but　had　gradually

let　it　drop　from　between　his　fingers　to　the　floor；　where　he　now

smoothed　it　out　with　his　foot；　looking　down　at　it　the　while。



'That　drunkard；'　said　Beckwith；　'who　had　free　access　to　your　rooms

at　all　times；　that　he　might　drink　the　strong　drinks　that　you　left

in　his　way　and　be　the　sooner　ended；　holding　no　more　terms　with　you

than　he　would　hold　with　a　tiger；　has　had　his　master…key　for　all

your　locks；　his　test　for　all　your　poisons；　his　clue　to　your　cipher…

writing。　　He　can　tell　you；　as　well　as　you　can　tell　him；　how　long　it

took　to　complete　that　deed；　what　doses　there　were；　what　intervals；

what　signs　of　gradual　decay　upon　mind　and　body；　what　distempered

fancies　were　produced；　what　observable　changes；　what　physical　pain。

He　can　tell　you；　as　well　as　you　can　tell　him；　that　all　this　was

recorded　day　by　day；　as　a　lesson　of　experience　for　future　service。

He　can　tell　you；　better　than　you　can　tell　him；　where　that　journal

is　at　this　moment。'



Slinkton　stopped　the　action　of　his　foot；　and　looked　at　Beckwith。



'No；'　said　the　latter；　as　if　answering　a　question　from　him。　　'Not

in　the　drawer　of　the　writing…desk　that　opens　with　a　spring；　it　is

not　there；　and　it　never　will　be　there　again。'



'Then　you　are　a　thief！'　said　Slinkton。



Without　any　change　whatever　in　the　inflexible　purpose；　which　it　was

quite　terrific　even　to　me　to　contemplate；　and　from　the　power　of

which　I　had　always　felt　convinced　it　was　impossible　for　this　wretch

to　escape；　Beckwith　returned；



'And　I　am　your　niece's　shadow；　too。'



With　an　imprecation　Slinkton　put　his　hand　to　his　head；　tore　out

some　hair；　and　flung　it　to　the　ground。　　It　was　the　end　of　the

smooth　walk；　he　destroyed　it　in　the　action；　and　it　will　soon　be

seen　that　his　use　for　it　was　past。



Beckwith　went　on：　'Whenever　you　left　here；　I　left　here。　　Although　I

understood　that　you　found　it　necessary　to　pause　in　the　completion

of　that　purpose；　to　avert　suspicion；　still　I　watched　you　close；

with　the　poor　confiding　girl。　　When　I　had　the　diary；　and　could　read

it　word　by