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till find him。
Before going in； he stood full five minutes leaning on the terrace parapet before his house； gazing at the star…frosted sky； and the river cut by the trees into black pools； oiled over by gleams from the Embankment lamps。 And； deep down； behind his mere thoughts； he ached…somehow； somewhere ached。 Beyond the cage of all that he saw and heard and thought； he had perceived something he could not reach。 But the night was cold； the bells silent； for it had struck twelve。 Entering his house； he stole upstairs。
VII
If for Keith those six weeks before the Glove Lane murder trial came on were fraught with uneasiness and gloom； they were for Laurence almost the happiest since his youth。 From the moment when he left his rooms and went to the girl's to live； a kind of peace and exaltation took possession of him。 Not by any effort of will did he throw off the nightmare hanging over him。 Nor was he drugged by love。 He was in a sort of spiritual catalepsy。 In face of fate too powerful for his will； his turmoil； anxiety； and even restlessness had ceased； his life floated in the ether of 〃what must come； will。〃 Out of this catalepsy； his spirit sometimes fell headlong into black waters。 In one such whirlpool he was struggling on the night of Christmas Eve。 When the girl rose from her knees he asked her：
〃What did you see？〃
Pressing close to him； she drew him down on to the floor before the fire； and they sat； knees drawn up； hands clasped； like two children trying to see over the edge of the world。
〃It was the Virgin I saw。 She stood against the wall and smiled。 We shall be happy soon。〃
〃When we die； Wanda；〃 he said； suddenly； 〃let it be together。 We shall keep each other warm； out there。〃
Huddling to him she whispered： 〃Yes； oh； yes！ If you die； I could not go on living。〃
It was this utter dependence on him； the feeling that he had rescued something； which gave him sense of anchorage。 That； and his buried life in the retreat of these two rooms。 Just for an hour in the morning； from nine to ten； the charwoman would come； but not another soul all day。 They never went out together。 He would stay in bed late； while Wanda bought what they needed for the day's meals； lying on his back； hands clasped behind his head； recalling her face； the movements of her slim； rounded； supple figure； robing itself before his gaze； feeling again the kiss she had left on his lips； the gleam of her soft eyes； so strangely dark in so fair a face。 In a sort of trance he would lie till she came back。 Then get up to breakfast about noon off things which she had cooked； drinking coffee。 In the afternoon he would go out alone and walk for hours； any where； so long as it was East。 To the East there was always suffering to be seen； always that which soothed him with the feeling that he and his troubles were only a tiny part of trouble； that while so many other sorrowing and shadowy creatures lived he was not cut off。 To go West was to encourage dejection。 In the West all was like Keith； successful； immaculate； ordered； resolute。 He would come back tired out； and sit watching her cook their little dinner。 The evenings were given up to love。 Queer trance of an existence； which both were afraid to break。 No sign from her of wanting those excitements which girls who have lived her life； even for a few months； are supposed to need。 She never asked him to take her anywhere； never； in word； deed； look； seemed anything but almost rapturously content。 And yet he knew； and she knew； that they were only waiting to see whether Fate would turn her thumb down on them。 In these days he did not drink。 Out of his quarter's money； when it came in； he had paid his debtstheir expenses were very small。 He never went to see Keith； never wrote to him； hardly thought of him。 And from those dread apparitionsWalenn lying with the breath choked out of him； and the little grey； driven animal in the dockhe hid； as only a man can who must hide or be destroyed。 But daily he bought a newspaper； and feverishly； furtively scanned its columns。
VIII
Coming out of the Law Courts on the afternoon of January 28th； at the triumphant end of a desperately fought will case； Keith saw on a poster the words： 〃Glove Lane Murder： Trial and Verdict〃； and with a rush of dismay he thought： 'Good God！ I never looked at the paper this morning！' The elation which had filled him a second before； the absorption he had felt for two days now in the case so hardly won； seemed suddenly quite sickeningly trivial。 What on earth had he been doing to forget that horrible business even for an instant？ He stood quite still on the crowded pavement； unable； really unable； to buy a paper。 But his face was like a piece of iron when he did step forward and hold his penny out。 There it was in the Stop Press！ 〃Glove Lane Murder。 The jury returned a verdict of Guilty。 Sentence of death was passed。〃
His first sensation was simple irritation。 How had they come to commit such an imbecility？ Monstrous！ The evidence！ Then the futility of even reading the report； of even considering how they had come to record such a verdict struck him with savage suddenness。 There it was； and nothing he could do or say would alter it； no condemnation of this idiotic verdict would help reverse it。 The situation was desperate； indeed！ That five minutes' walk from the Law Courts to his chambers was the longest he had ever taken。
Men of decided character little know beforehand what they will do in certain contingencies。 For the imaginations of decided people do not endow mere contingencies with sufficient actuality。 Keith had never really settled what he was going to do if this man were condemned。 Often in those past weeks he had said to himself： 〃Of course； if they bring him in guilty； that's another thing！〃 But； now that they had； he was beset by exactly the same old arguments and feelings； the same instincts of loyalty and protection towards Laurence and himself； intensified by the fearful imminence of the danger。 And yet； here was this man about to be hung for a thing he had not done！ Nothing could get over that！ But then he was such a worthless vagabond； a ghoul who had robbed a dead body。 If Larry were condemned in his stead； would there be any less miscarriage of justice？ To strangle a brute who had struck you； by the accident of keeping your hands on his throat a few seconds too long； was there any more guilt in that was there even as much； as in deliberate theft from a dead man？ Reverence for order； for justice； and established fact； will； often march shoulder to shoulder with Jesuitry in natures to whom success is vital。
In the narrow stone passage leading to his staircase； a friend had called out： 〃Bravo； Darrant！ That was a squeak！ Congratulations！〃 And with a bitter little smile Keith thought： 'Congratulations！ I！'
At the first possible moment the hurried back to the Strand； and hailing a cab； he told the man to put him down at a turning near to Borrow Street。
It was the girl who opened to his knock。 Startled； clasping her hands； she looked strange to Keith in her black skirt and blouse of some soft velvety stuff the colour of faded roses。 Her round； rather long throat was bare； and Keith noticed fretfully that she wore gold earrings。 Her eyes； so pitch dark against her white face； and the short fair hair； which curled into her neck； seemed both to search and to plead。
〃My brother？〃
〃He is not in； sir； yet。〃
〃Do you know where he is？〃
〃No。〃
〃He is living with you here now？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Are you still as fond of him as ever； then？〃
With a movement； as though she despaired of words； she clasped her hands over her heart。 And he said：
〃I see。〃
He had the same strange feeling as on his first visit to her； and when through the chink in the curtains he had watched her kneeling of pity mingled with some faint sexual emotion。 And crossing to the fire he asked：
〃May I wait for him？〃
〃Oh！ Please！ Will you sit down？〃
But Keith shook his head。 And with a catch in her breath； she said：
〃You will not take him from me。 I should die。〃
He turned round on her sharply。
〃I don't want him taken from you。 I want to help you keep him。 Are you ready to go away； at any time？〃
〃Yes。 Oh； yes！〃
〃And he？〃
She answered almost in a whisper：
〃Yes； but there is that poor man。〃
〃That poor man is a graveyard thief； a hyena； a ghoulnot worth consideration。〃 And the rasp in his own voice surprised him。
〃Ah！〃 she sighed。 〃But I am sorry for him。 Perhaps he was hungry。 I have been hungryyou do things then that you would not。 And perhaps he has no one to love； if you have no one to love you can be very bad。 I think of him oftenin prison。〃
Between his teeth Keith muttered： 〃And Laurence？〃
〃We do never speak of it； we are afraid。〃
〃He's not told you； then； about the trial？〃
Her eyes dilated。
〃The trial！ Oh！ He was strange last night。 This morning； too； he got up early。 Is it…is it over？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃What has come？〃
〃Guilty。〃
For a moment Keith thought she was going to faint。 She had closed her eyes； and swayed so that he took a step； and put his hands on her arms。
〃Listen！