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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 word; … it was only about the night before your last

visit to Scarborough; … you remember the night? you slept with a

small flat vial tied to your wrist; … I sent to Mr。 Sampson; who

was kept out of view。  This is Mr。 Sampson's trusty servant

standing by the door。  We three saved your niece among us。'



Slinkton looked at us all; took an uncertain step or two from the

place where he had stood; returned to it; and glanced about him in

a very curious way; … as one of the meaner reptiles might; looking

for a hole to hide in。  I noticed at the same time; that a singular

change took place in the figure of the man; … as if it collapsed

within his clothes; and they consequently became ill…shapen and

ill…fitting。



'You shall know;' said Beckwith; 'for I hope the knowledge will be

bitter and terrible to you; why you have been pursued by one man;

and why; when the whole interest that Mr。 Sampson represents would

have expended any money in hunting you down; you have been tracked

to death at a single individual's charge。  I hear you have had the

name of Meltham on your lips sometimes?'



I saw; in addition to those other changes; a sudden stoppage come

upon his breathing。



'When you sent the sweet girl whom you murdered (you know with what

artfully made…out surroundings and probabilities you sent her) to

Meltham's office; before taking her abroad to originate the

transaction that doomed her to the grave; it fell to Meltham's lot

to see her and to speak with her。  It did not fall to his lot to

save her; though I know he would freely give his own life to have

done it。  He admired her; … I would say he loved her deeply; if I

thought it possible that you could understand the word。  When she

was sacrificed; he was thoroughly assured of your guilt。  Having

lost her; he had but one object left in life; and that was to

avenge her and destroy you。'



I saw the villain's nostrils rise and fall convulsively; but I saw

no moving at his mouth。



'That man Meltham;' Beckwith steadily pursued; 'was as absolutely

certain that you could never elude him in this world; if he devoted

himself to your destruction with his utmost fidelity and

earnestness; and if he divided the sacred duty with no other duty

in life; as he was certain that in achieving it he would be a poor

instrument in the hands of Providence; and would do well before

Heaven in striking you out from among living men。  I am that man;

and I thank God that I have done my work!'



If Slinkton had been running for his life from swift…footed

savages; a dozen miles; he could not have shown more emphatic signs

of being oppressed at heart and labouring for breath; than he

showed now; when he looked at the pursuer who had so relentlessly

hunted him down。



'You never saw me under my right name before; you see me under my

right name now。  You shall see me once again in the body; when you

are tried for your life。  You shall see me once again in the

spirit; when the cord is round your neck; and the crowd are crying

against you!'



When Meltham had spoken these last words; the miscreant suddenly

turned away his face; and seemed to strike his mouth with his open

hand。  At the same instant; the room was filled with a new and

powerful odour; and; almost at the same instant; he broke into a

crooked run; leap; start; … I have no name for the spasm; … and

fell; with a dull weight that shook the heavy old doors and windows

in their frames。



That was the fitting end of him。



When we saw that he was dead; we drew away from the room; and

Meltham; giving me his hand; said; with a weary air;



'I have no more work on earth; my friend。  But I shall see her

again elsewhere。'



It was in vain that I tried to rally him。  He might have saved her;

he said; he had not saved her; and he reproached himself; he had

lost her; and he was broken…hearted。



'The purpose that sustained me is over; Sampson; and there is

nothing now to hold me to life。  I am not fit for life; I am weak

and spiritless; I have no hope and no object; my day is done。'



In truth; I could hardly have believed that the broken man who then

spoke to me was the man who had so strongly and so differently

impressed me when his purpose was before him。  I used such

entreaties with him; as I could; but he still said; and always

said; in a patient; undemonstrative way; … nothing could avail him;

… he was broken…hearted。



He died early in the next spring。  He was buried by the side of the

poor young lady for whom he had cherished those tender and unhappy

regrets; and he left all he had to her sister。  She lived to be a

happy wife and mother; she married my sister's son; who succeeded

poor Meltham; she is living now; and her children ride about the

garden on my walking…stick when I go to see her。








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