Sheseemedonthepointofsayingakindwordortwomore，when，seeingthebeadlecomingtowardme，shedrewback，asifshewasafraidofhim，andleftthechurchyard。
"Here’smysubscriptiontowardthefuneral，"saidthebeadle，givingmebackhisshillingfee。"Don’tsayanythingaboutit，foritmightn’tbeapprovedofinabusinesspointofview，ifitcametosomepeople’sears。Hasthelandlordsaidanythingmoretoyou？no，Ithoughtnot。He’stoopoliteamantogivemethetroubleofpullinghimup。Don’tstopcryinghere，mydear。Taketheadviceofamanfamiliarwithfunerals，andgohome。"
Itriedtotakehisadvice，butitseemedlikedesertingMarytogoawaywhenalltherestforsookher。
Iwaitedabouttilltheearthwasthrowninandthemanhadlefttheplace，thenIreturnedtothegrave。Oh，howbareandcruelitwas，withoutsomuchasabitofgreenturftosoftenit！Oh，howmuchharderitseemedtolivethantodie，whenIstoodalonelookingattheheavypiled—uplumpsofclay，andthinkingofwhatwashiddenbeneaththem！
Iwasdrivenhomebymyowndespairingthoughts。ThesightofSallylightingthefireinmyroomeasedmyheartalittle。Whenshewasgone，ItookupRobert’sletteragaintokeepmymindemployedontheonlysubjectintheworldthathasanyinterestforitnow。
ThisfreshreadingincreasedthedoubtsIhadalreadyfeltrelativetohishavingremainedinAmericaafterwritingtome。
Mygriefandforlornnesshavemadeastrangealterationinmyformerfeelingsabouthiscomingback。Iseemtohavelostallmyprudenceandself—denial，andtocaresolittleabouthispoverty，andsomuchabouthimself，thattheprospectofhisreturnisreallytheonlycomfortingthoughtIhavenowtosupportme。Iknowthisisweakinme，andthathiscomingbackcanleadtonogoodresultforeitherofus；butheistheonlylivingbeingleftmetolove；and——Ican’texplainit——butIwanttoputmyarmsroundhisneckandtellhimaboutMary。
March14th。Ilockeduptheendofthecravatinmywriting—desk。Nochangeinthedreadfulsuspicionsthatthebaresightofitrousesinme。ItrembleifIsomuchastouchit。
March15th，16th，17th。Work，work，work。IfIdon’tknockup，Ishallbeabletopaybacktheadvanceinanotherweek；andthen，withalittlemorepinchinginmydailyexpenses，ImaysucceedinsavingashillingortwotogetsometurftoputoverMary’sgrave，andperhapsevenafewflowersbesidestogrowroundit。
March18th。ThinkingofRobertalldaylong。Doesthismeanthatheisreallycomingback？Ifitdoes，reckoningthedistanceheisatfromNewYork，andthetimeshipstaketogettoEngland，ImightseehimbytheendofAprilorthebeginningofMay。
March19th。Idon’tremembermymindrunningonceontheendofthecravatyesterday，andIamcertainIneverlookedatit；yetIhadthestrangestdreamconcerningitatnight。Ithoughtitwaslengthenedintoalongclew，likethesilkenthreadthatledtoRosamond’sBower。IthoughtItookholdofit，andfolloweditalittleway，andthengotfrightenedandtriedtogoback，butfoundthatIwasobliged，inspiteofmyself，togoon。ItledmethroughaplaceliketheValleyoftheShadowofDeath，inanoldprintIrememberinmymother’scopyofthePilgrim’sProgress。I
seemedtobemonthsandmonthsfollowingitwithoutanyrespite，tillatlastitbroughtme，onasudden，facetofacewithanangelwhoseeyeswerelikeMary’s。Hesaidtome，"Goon，still；
thetruthisattheend，waitingforyoutofindit。"Iburstoutcrying，fortheangelhadMary’svoiceaswellasMary’seyes，andwokewithmyheartthrobbingandmycheeksallwet。Whatisthemeaningofthis？Isitalwayssuperstitious，Iwonder，tobelievethatdreamsmaycometrue？
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April30th。Ihavefoundit！Godknowstowhatresultsitmaylead；butitisascertainasthatIamsittingherebeforemyjournalthatIhavefoundthecravatfromwhichtheendinMary’shandwastorn。Idiscovereditlastnight；buttheflutterIwasin，andthenervousnessanduncertaintyIfelt，preventedmefromnotingdownthismostextraordinaryandunexpectedeventatthetimewhenithappened。LetmetryifIcanpreservethememoryofitinwritingnow。
IwasgoinghomeratherlatefromwhereIwork，whenIsuddenlyrememberedthatIhadforgottentobuymyselfanycandlestheeveningbefore，andthatIshouldbeleftinthedarkifIdidnotmanagetorectifythismistakeinsomeway。Theshopclosetome，atwhichIusuallydeal，wouldbeshutup，Iknew，beforeI
couldgettoit；soIdeterminedtogointothefirstplaceI
passedwherecandlesweresold。Thisturnedouttobeasmallshopwithtwocounters，whichdidbusinessononesideinthegeneralgroceryway，andontheotherintheragandbottleandoldironline。
TherewereseveralcustomersonthegrocerysidewhenIwentin，soIwaitedontheemptyragsidetillIcouldbeserved。
Glancingaboutmehereattheworthless—lookingthingsbywhichI
wassurrounded，myeyewascaughtbyabundleofragslyingonthecounter，asiftheyhadjustbeenbroughtinandleftthere。
Frommereidlecuriosity，Ilookedcloseattherags，andsawamongthemsomethinglikeanoldcravat。Itookitupdirectlyandhelditunderagaslight。Thepatternwasblurredlilaclinesrunningacrossandacrossthedingyblackgroundinatrellis—workform。Ilookedattheends：oneofthemwastornoff。
HowImanagedtohidethebreathlesssurpriseintowhichthisdiscoverythrewmeIcannotsay，butIcertainlycontrivedtosteadymyvoicesomehow，andtoaskformycandlescalmlywhenthemanandwomanservingintheshop，havingdisposedoftheirothercustomers，inquiredofmewhatIwanted。
Asthemantookdownthecandles，mybrainwasallinawhirlwithtryingtothinkhowIcouldgetpossessionoftheoldcravatwithoutexcitinganysuspicion。Chance，andalittlequicknessonmypartintakingadvantageofit，puttheobjectwithinmyreachinamoment。Theman，havingcountedoutthecandles，askedthewomanforsomepapertowrapthemin。Sheproducedapiecemuchtoosmallandflimsyforthepurpose，anddeclared，whenhecalledforsomethingbetter，thattheday’ssupplyofstoutpaperwasallexhausted。Heflewintoaragewithherformanagingsobadly。Justastheywerebeginningtoquarrelviolently，I
steppedbacktotherag—counter，tooktheoldcravatcarelesslyoutofthebundle，andsaid，inaslightatoneasIcouldpossiblyassume：
"Come，come，don’tletmycandlesbethecauseofhardwordsbetweenyou。Tiethisraggedoldthingroundthemwithabitofstring，andIshallcarrythemhomequitecomfortably。"
Themanseemeddisposedtoinsistonthestoutpaperbeingproduced；butthewoman，asifshewasgladofanopportunityofspitinghim，snatchedthecandlesaway，andtiedthemupinamomentinthetornoldcravat。Iwasafraidhewouldhavestruckherbeforemyface，heseemedinsuchafury；but，fortunately，anothercustomercamein，andobligedhimtoputhishandstopeaceableandproperuse。？
"Quiteabundleofall—sortsontheoppositecounterthere，"I
saidtothewoman，asIpaidherforthecandles。
"Yes，andallhoardedupforsalebyapoorcreaturewithalazybruteofahusband，wholetshiswifedoalltheworkwhilehespendsallthemoney，"answeredthewoman，withamaliciouslookatthemanbyherside。
"Hecan’tsurelyhavemuchmoneytospend，ifhiswifehasnobetterworktodothanpickinguprags，"saidI。
"Itisn’therfaultifshehasn’tgotnobetter，"saysthewoman，ratherangrily。"She’sreadytoturnherhandtoanything。
Charing，washing，laying—out，keepingemptyhouses——nothingcomesamisstoher。She’smyhalf—sister，andIthinkIoughttoknow。"
"Didyousayshewentoutcharing？"Iasked，makingbelieveasifIknewofsomebodywhomightemployher。
"Yes，ofcourseIdid，"answeredthewoman；"andifyoucanputajobintoherhands，you’llbedoingagoodturntoapoorhard—workingcreatureaswantsit。ShelivesdowntheMewsheretotheright——nameofHorlick，andashonestawomanaseverstoodinshoe—leather。Now，then，ma’am，whatforyou？"
Anothercustomercameinjustthen，andoccupiedherattention。I
lefttheshop，passedtheturningthatleddowntotheMews，lookedupatthenameofthestreet，soastoknowhowtofinditagain，andthenranhomeasfastasIcould。Perhapsitwastheremembranceofmystrangedreamstrikingmeonasudden，orperhapsitwastheshockofthediscoveryIhadjustmade，butI
begantofeelfrightenedwithoutknowingwhy，andanxioustobeundershelterinmyownroom。
ItRobertshouldcomeback！Oh，whatareliefandhelpitwouldbenowifRobertshouldcomeback！
May1st。Ongettingindoorslastnight，thefirstthingIdid，afterstrikingalight，wastotaketheraggedcravatoffthecandles，andsmoothitoutonthetable。IthentooktheendthathadbeeninpoorMary’shandoutofmywriting—desk，andsmoothedthatouttoo。Itmatchedthetornsideofthecravatexactly。I
putthemtogether，andsatisfiedmyselfthattherewasnotadoubtofit。
NotoncedidIclosemyeyesthatnight。Akindoffevergotpossessionofme——avehementyearningtogoonfromthisfirstdiscoveryandfindoutmore，nomatterwhattheriskmightbe。
Thecravatnowreallybecame，tomymind，theclewthatIthoughtIsawinmydream——theclewthatIwasresolvedtofollow。I
determinedtogotoMrs。Horlickthiseveningonmyreturnfromwork。
IfoundtheMewseasily。Acrook—backeddwarfofamanwasloungingatthecornerofitsmokinghispipe。Notlikinghislooks，IdidnotinquireofhimwhereMrs。Horlicklived，butwentdowntheMewstillImetwithawoman，andaskedher。Shedirectedmetotherightnumber。Iknockedatthedoor，andMrs。
Horlickherself——alean，ill—tempered，miserable—lookingwoman——answeredit。ItoldheratoncethatIhadcometoaskwhathertermswereforcharing。
Shestaredatmeforamoment，thenansweredmyquestioncivillyenough。
"Youlooksurprisedatastrangerlikemefindingyouout，"I
said。"Ifirstcametohearofyoulastnight，fromarelationofyours，inratheranoddway。"
AndItoldherallthathadhappenedinthechandler’sshop，bringinginthebundleofrags，andthecircumstanceofmycarryinghomethecandlesintheoldtorncravat，asoftenaspossible。
"It’sthefirsttimeI’veheardofanythingbelongingtohimturningoutanyuse，"saidMrs。Horlick，bitterly。
"What！thespoiledoldneck—handkerchiefbelongedtoyourhusband，didit？"saidI，ataventure。
"Yes；Ipitchedhisrottenragofaneck—’andkercherintothebundlealongwiththerest，andIwishIcouldhavepitchedhiminafterit，"saidMrs。Horlick。"I’dsellhimcheapatanyragshop。Therehestands，smokinghispipeattheendoftheMews，outofworkforweekspast，theidlesthumpbackedpiginallLondon！"
ShepointedtothemanwhomIhadpassedonenteringtheMews。Mycheeksbegantoburnandmykneestotremble，forIknewthatintracingthecravattoitsownerIwasadvancingasteptowardafreshdiscovery。IwishedMrs。Horlickgoodevening，andsaidI
wouldwriteandmentionthedayonwhichIwantedher。
WhatIhadjustbeentoldputathoughtintomymindthatIwasafraidtofollowout。Ihaveheardpeopletalkofbeinglight—headed，andIfeltasIhaveheardthemsaytheyfeltwhenIretracedmystepsuptheMews。Myheadgotgiddy，andmyeyesseemedabletoseenothingbutthefigureofthelittlecrook—backedman，stillsmokinghispipeinhisformerplace。I
couldseenothingbutthat；IcouldthinkofnothingbutthemarkoftheblowonmypoorlostMary’stemple。IknowthatImusthavebeenlight—headed，forasIcameclosetothecrook—backedmanIstoppedwithoutmeaningit。Theminutebefore，therehadbeennoideainmeofspeakingtohim。Ididnotknowhowtospeak，orinwhatwayitwouldbesafesttobegin；andyet，themomentIcamefacetofacewithhim，somethingoutofmyselfseemedtostopme，andtomakemespeakwithoutconsideringbeforehand，withoutthinkingofconsequences，withoutknowing，I
mayalmostsay，whatwordsIwasutteringtilltheinstantwhentheyrosetomylips。
"Whenyouroldneck—tiewastorn，didyouknowthatoneendofitwenttotherag—shop，andtheotherfellintomyhands？"
Isaidtheseboldwordstohimsuddenly，and，asitseemed，withoutmyownwilltakinganypartinthem。
Hestarted，stared，changedcolor。Hewastoomuchamazedbymysuddenspeakingtofindananswerforme。Whenhedidopenhislips，itwastosayrathertohimselfthanme：
"You’renotthegirl。"
"No，"Isaid，withastrangechokingatmyheart，"I’mherfriend。"
Bythistimehehadrecoveredhissurprise，andheseemedtobeawarethathehadletoutmorethanheought。
"Youmaybeanybody’sfriendyoulike，"hesaid，brutally，"solongasyoudon’tcomejabberingnonsensehere。Idon’tknowyou，andIdon’tunderstandyourjokes。"
Heturnedquicklyawayfrommewhenhehadsaidthelastwords。
HehadneveroncelookedfairlyatmesinceIfirstspoketohim。
Wasithishandthathadstrucktheblow？Ihadonlysixpenceinmypocket，butItookitoutandfollowedhim。Ifithadbeenafive—poundnoteIshouldhavedonethesameinthestateIwasinthen。
"Wouldapotofbeerhelpyoutounderstandme？"Isaid，andofferedhimthesixpence。
"Apotain’tnogreatthings，"heanswered，takingthesixpencedoubtfully。
"Itmayleadtosomethingbetter，"Isaid。Hiseyesbegantotwinkle，andhecameclosetome。Oh，howmylegstrembled——howmyheadswam！
"Thisisallinafriendlyway，isit？"heasked，inawhisper。
Inoddedmyhead。AtthatmomentIcouldnothavespokenforworlds。
"Friendly，ofcourse，"hewentontohimself，"ortherewouldhavebeenapolicemaninit。Shetoldyou，Isuppose，thatI
wasn’ttheman？"
Inoddedmyheadagain。ItwasallIcoulddotokeepmyselfstandingupright。
"Isupposeit’sacaseofthreateningtohavehimup，andmakehimsettleitquietlyforapoundortwo？Howmuchformeifyoulayholdofhim？"
"Half。"
IbegantobeafraidthathewouldsuspectsomethingifIwasstillsilent。Thewretch’seyestwinkledagainandhecameyetcloser。
"IdrovehimtotheRedLion，cornerofDoddStreetandRudgelyStreet。Thehousewasshutup，buthewasletinatthejugandbottledoor，likeamanwhowasknowntothelandlord。That’sasmuchasIcantellyou，andI’mcertainI’mright。HewasthelastfareItookupatnight。Thenextmorningmastergavemethesack——saidIcribbedhiscornandhisfares。IwishIhad。"
Igatheredfromthisthatthecrook—backedmanhadbeenacab—driver。
"Whydon’tyouspeak？"heasked，suspiciously。"Hasshebeentellingyouapackofliesaboutme？Whatdidshesaywhenshecamehome？"
"Whatoughtshetohavesaid？"
"Sheoughttohavesaidmyfarewasdrunk，andshecameinthewayashewasgoingtogetintothecab。That’swhatsheoughttohavesaidtobeginwith。"
"Butafter？"
"Well，after，myfare，bywayoflarkingwithher，putsouthislegfortotripherup，andshestumblesandcatchesatmefortosaveherself，andtearsoffoneofthelimpendsofmyrottenoldtie。’Whatdoyoumeanbythat，youbrute？’saysshe，turningroundassoonasshewassteadyonherlegs，tomyfare。Saysmyfaretoher：’Imeanstoteachyoutokeepaciviltongueinyourhead。’Andheupswithhisfist，and——what’scometoyou，now？
Whatareyoulookingatmelikethatfor？Howdoyouthinkamanofmysizewastotakeherpartagainstamanbigenoughtohaveeatenmeup？Lookasmuchasyoulike，inmyplaceyouwouldhavedonewhatIdone——drewoffwhenheshookhisfistatyou，andsworehe’dbethedeathofyouifyoudidn’tstartyourhorseinnotime。"
Isawhewasworkinghimselfupintoarage；butIcouldnot，ifmylifehaddependedonit，havestoodnearhimorlookedathimanylonger。IjustmanagedtostammeroutthatIhadbeenwalkingalongway，andthat，notbeingusedtomuchexercise，Ifeltfaintandgiddywithfatigue。HeonlychangedfromangrytosulkywhenImadethatexcuse。Igotalittlefurtherawayfromhim，andthenaddedthatifhewouldbeattheMewsentrancethenexteveningIshouldhavesomethingmoretosayandsomethingmoretogivehim。Hegrumbledafewsuspiciouswordsinansweraboutdoubtingwhetherheshouldtrustmetocomeback。Fortunately，atthatmoment，apolicemanpassedontheoppositesideoftheway。
HeslunkdowntheMewsimmediately，andIwasfreetomakemyescape。
HowIgothomeIcan’tsay，exceptthatIthinkIranthegreaterpartoftheway。Sallyopenedthedoor，andaskedifanythingwasthematterthemomentshesawmyface。Ianswered：
"Nothing——nothing。"ShestoppedmeasIwasgoingintomyroom，andsaid：
"Smoothyourhairabit，andputyourcollarstraight。There’sagentlemanintherewaitingforyou。"
Myheartgaveonegreatbound：Iknewwhoitwasinaninstant，andrushedintotheroomlikeamadwoman。
"Oh，Robert，Robert！"
Allmyheartwentouttohiminthosetwolittlewords。
"GoodGod，Anne，hasanythinghappened？Areyouill？"
"Mary！mypoor，lost，murdered，dear，dearMary！"
ThatwasallIcouldsaybeforeIfellonhisbreast。
May2d。Misfortunesanddisappointmentshavesaddenedhimalittle，buttowardmeheisunaltered。Heisasgood，askind，asgentlyandtrulyaffectionateasever。IbelievenoothermanintheworldcouldhavelistenedtothestoryofMary’sdeathwithsuchtendernessandpityashe。Insteadofcuttingmeshortanywhere，hedrewmeontotellmorethanIhadintended；andhisfirstgenerouswordswhenIhaddoneweretoassuremethathewouldseehimselftothegrassbeinglaidandtheflowersplantedonMary’sgrave。Icouldalmosthavegoneonmykneesandworshipedhimwhenhemademethatpromise。
Surelythisbest，andkindest，andnoblestofmencannotalwaysbeunfortunate！MycheeksburnwhenIthinkthathehascomebackwithonlyafewpoundsinhispocket，afterallhishardandhoneststrugglestodowellinAmerica。TheymustbebadpeopletherewhensuchamanasRobertcannotgetonamongthem。Henowtalkscalmlyandresignedlyoftryingforanyoneofthelowestemploymentsbywhichamancanearnhisbreadhonestlyinthisgreatcity——hewhoknowsFrench，whocanwritesobeautifully！
Oh，ifthepeoplewhohaveplacestogiveawayonlyknewRobertaswellasIdo，whatasalaryhewouldhave，whataposthewouldbechosentooccupy！
IamwritingtheselinesalonewhilehehasgonetotheMewstotreatwiththedastardly，heartlesswretchwithwhomIspokeyesterday。
Robertsaysthecreature——Iwon’tcallhimaman——mustbehumoredandkeptdeceivedaboutpoorMary’send，inorderthatwemaydiscoverandbringtojusticethemonsterwhosedrunkenblowwasthedeathofher。Ishallknownoeaseofmindtillhermurdererissecured，andtillIamcertainthathewillbemadetosufferforhiscrimes。IwantedtogowithRoberttotheMews，buthesaiditwasbestthatheshouldcarryouttherestoftheinvestigationalone，formystrengthandresolutionhadbeentoohardlytaxedalready。HesaidmorewordsinpraiseofmeforwhatIhavebeenabletodouptothistime，whichIamalmostashamedtowritedownwithmyownpen。Besides，thereisnoneed；praisefromhislipsisoneofthethingsthatIcantrustmymemorytopreservetothelatestdayofmylife。
May3d。Robertwasverylonglastnightbeforehecamebacktotellmewhathehaddone。HeeasilyrecognizedthehunchbackatthecorneroftheMewsbymydescriptionofhim；buthefounditahardmatter，evenwiththehelpofmoney，toovercomethecowardlywretch’sdistrustofhimasastrangerandaman。
However，whenthishadbeenaccomplished，themaindifficultywasconquered。Thehunchback，excitedbythepromiseofmoremoney，wentatoncetotheRedLiontoinquireaboutthepersonwhomhehaddriventhereinhiscab。Robertfollowedhim，andwaitedatthecornerofthestreet。Thetidingsbroughtbythecabmanwereofthemostunexpectedkind。Themurderer——Icanwriteofhimbynoothername——hadfallenillontheverynightwhenhewasdriventotheRedLion，hadtakentohisbedthereandthen，andwasstillconfinedtoitatthatverymoment。Hisdiseasewasofakindthatisbroughtonbyexcessivedrinking，andthataffectsthemindaswellasthebody。ThepeopleatthepublichousecallittheHorrors。
Hearingthesethings，Robertdeterminedtoseeifhecouldnotfindoutsomethingmoreforhimselfbygoingandinquiringatthepublichouse，inthecharacterofoneofthefriendsofthesickmaninbedupstairs。Hemadetwoimportantdiscoveries。First，hefoundoutthenameandaddressofthedoctorinattendance。
Secondly，heentrappedthebarmanintomentioningthemurderouswretchbyhisname。ThislastdiscoveryaddsanunspeakablyfearfulinteresttothedreadfulmisfortuneofMary’sdeath。NoahTruscott，asshetoldmeherselfinthelastconversationIeverhadwithher，wasthenameofthemanwhosedrunkenexampleruinedherfather，andNoahTruscottisalsothenameofthemanwhosedrunkenfurykilledher。Thereissomethingthatmakesoneshudder，somethingsupernaturalinthisawfulfact。RobertagreeswithmethatthehandofProvidencemusthaveguidedmystepstothatshopfromwhichallthediscoveriessincemadetooktheirrise。Hesayshebelieveswearetheinstrumentsofeffectingarighteousretribution；and，ifhespendshislastfarthing，hewillhavetheinvestigationbroughttoitsfullendinacourtofjustice。
May4th。Robertwentto—daytoconsultalawyerwhomheknewinformertimesThelawyerwasmuchinterested，thoughnotsoseriouslyimpressedasheoughttohavebeenbythestoryofMary’sdeathandoftheeventsthathavefollowedit。HegaveRobertaconfidentiallettertotaketothedoctorinattendanceonthedouble—dyedvillainattheRedLion。Robertlefttheletter，andcalledagainandsawthedoctor，whosaidhispatientwasgettingbetter，andwouldmostlikelybeupagainintendaysorafortnight。ThisstatementRobertcommunicatedtothelawyer，andthelawyerhasundertakentohavethepublichouseproperlywatched，andthehunchback（whoisthemostimportantwitness）
sharplylookedafterforthenextfortnight，orlongerifnecessary。Here，then，theprogressofthisdreadfulbusinessstopsforawhile。
May5th。Roberthasgotalittletemporaryemploymentincopyingforhisfriendthelawyer。Iamworkingharderthaneveratmyneedle，tomakeupforthetimethathasbeenlostlately。
May6th。To—daywasSunday，andRobertproposedthatweshouldgoandlookatMary’sgrave。He，whoforgetsnothingwhereakindnessistobedone，hasfoundtimetoperformthepromisehemadetomeonthenightwhenwefirstmet。Thegraveisalready，byhisorders，coveredwithturf，andplantedroundwithshrubs。
Someflowers，andalowheadstone，aretobeadded，tomaketheplacelookworthierofmypoorlostdarlingwhoisbeneathit。
Oh，IhopeIshalllivelongafterIammarriedtoRobert！Iwantsomuchtimetoshowhimallmygratitude！
May20th。Ahardtrialtomycourageto—day。Ihavegivenevidenceatthepolice—office，andhaveseenthemonsterwhomurderedher。
Icouldonlylookathimonce。Icouldjustseethathewasagiantinsize，andthathekepthisdull，lowering，bestialfaceturnedtowardthewitness—box，andhisbloodshot，vacanteyesstaringonme。ForaninstantItriedtoconfrontthatlook；foraninstantIkeptmyattentionfixedonhim——onhisblotchedface——ontheshort，grizzledhairaboveit——onhisknotty，murderousrighthand，hanginglooseoverthebarinfrontofhim，likethepawofawildbeastovertheedgeofitsden。Thenthehorrorofhim——thedoublehorrorofconfrontinghim，inthefirstplace，andafterwardofseeingthathewasanoldman——overcameme，andIturnedaway，faint，sick，andshuddering。Ineverfacedhimagain；and，attheendofmyevidence，Robertconsideratelytookmeout。