'So you know the rest--_how_ that business ended, at least for him.'
'And you are that very Zekiel Irons who was a witness on the trial?'
said Mervyn, with a peculiar look of fear and loathing fixed on him.
'The same,' said Irons, doggedly; and after a pause, 'but I swore to
very little; and all I said was true--though it wasn't the whole truth.
Look to the trial, Sir, and you'll see 'twas Mr. Archer and Glascock
that swore home against my lord--not I. And I don't think myself,
Glascock was in the room at all when it happened--so I don't.'
'And where _is_ that wretch, Glascock, and that double murderer Archer;
where is _he?_'
'Well, Glascock's making clay.'
'What do you mean?'
'Under ground, this many a day. Listen: Mr. Archer went up to London,
and he was staying at the Hummums, and Glascock agreed with me to leave
the "Pied Horse." We were both uneasy, and planned to go up to London
together; and what does he do--nothing less would serve him--but he
writes a sort of letter, asking money of Mr. Archer under a threat.
This, you know, was after the trial. Well, there came no answer; but
after a while--all on a sudden--Mr.
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