'
And Irons groaned.
'So we returned silent and tired enough, and I in mortal fear of him.
But he designed me no hurt. There's luckily some risk in making away
with a fellow, and 'tisn't done by any but a fool without good cause;
and when we got on the road again, I took the London road, and he turned
his back on me, and I don't know where he went; but no doubt his plans
were well shaped.
''Twas an ugly walk for me, all alone, over that heath, I can tell you.
'Twas mortal dark; and there was places on the road where my footsteps
echoed back, and I could not tell but 'twas Mr. Archer following me,
having changed his mind, maybe, or something as bad, if that could be;
and many's the time I turned short round, expecting to see him, or may
be that other lad, behind, for you see I got a start like when he shot
Glascock; and there was a trembling over me for a long time after.
'Now, you see, Glascock's dead, and can't tell tales no more nor Mr.
Beauclerc, and Dr. Sturk's a dead man too, you may say; and I think he
knew--that is--brought to mind somewhat. He lay, you see, on the night
Mr. Beauclerc lost his life, in a sort of a dressing-room, off his
chamber, and the door was open; but he was bad with a fall he had, and
his arm in splints, and he under laudanum--in a trance like--and on the
inquest he could tell nothing; but I think he remembered something more
or less concerning it after.
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