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hunted down-第5章

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The eyes of Slinkton looked from him to me; and he said; after a

moment's consideration;



'Mr。 Sampson; you are a man of the world; and so am I。  I will be

plain with you。'



'O no; you won't;' said I; shaking my head。



'I tell you; sir; I will be plain with you。'



'And I tell you you will not;' said I。  'I know all about you。  YOU

plain with any one?  Nonsense; nonsense!'



'I plainly tell you; Mr。 Sampson;' he went on; with a manner almost

composed; 'that I understand your object。  You want to save your

funds; and escape from your liabilities; these are old tricks of

trade with you Office…gentlemen。  But you will not do it; sir; you

will not succeed。  You have not an easy adversary to play against;

when you play against me。  We shall have to inquire; in due time;

when and how Mr。 Beckwith fell into his present habits。  With that

remark; sir; I put this poor creature; and his incoherent

wanderings of speech; aside; and wish you a good morning and a

better case next time。'



While he was saying this; Beckwith had filled a half…pint glass

with brandy。  At this moment; he threw the brandy at his face; and

threw the glass after it。  Slinkton put his hands up; half blinded

with the spirit; and cut with the glass across the forehead。  At

the sound of the breakage; a fourth person came into the room;

closed the door; and stood at it; he was a very quiet but very

keen…looking man; with iron…gray hair; and slightly lame。



Slinkton pulled out his handkerchief; assuaged the pain in his

smarting eyes; and dabbled the blood on his forehead。  He was a

long time about it; and I saw that in the doing of it; a tremendous

change came over him; occasioned by the change in Beckwith; … who

ceased to pant and tremble; sat upright; and never took his eyes

off him。  I never in my life saw a face in which abhorrence and

determination were so forcibly painted as in Beckwith's then。



'Look at me; you villain;' said Beckwith; 'and see me as I really

am。  I took these rooms; to make them a trap for you。  I came into

them as a drunkard; to bait the trap for you。  You fell into the

trap; and you will never leave it alive。  On the morning when you

last went to Mr。 Sampson's office; I had seen him first。  Your plot

has been known to both of us; all along; and you have been counter…

plotted all along。  What?  Having been cajoled into putting that

prize of two thousand pounds in your power; I was to be done to

death with brandy; and; brandy not proving quick enough; with

something quicker?  Have I never seen you; when you thought my

senses gone; pouring from your little bottle into my glass?  Why;

you Murderer and Forger; alone here with you in the dead of night;

as I have so often been; I have had my hand upon the trigger of a

pistol; twenty times; to blow your brains out!'



This sudden starting up of the thing that he had supposed to be his

imbecile victim into a determined man; with a settled resolution to

hunt him down and be the death of him; mercilessly expressed from

head to foot; was; in the first shock; too much for him。  Without

any figure of speech; he staggered under it。  But there is no

greater mistake than to suppose that a man who is a calculating

criminal; is; in any phase of his guilt; otherwise than true to

himself; and perfectly consistent with his whole character。  Such a

man commits murder; and murder is the natural culmination of his

course; such a man has to outface murder; and will do it with

hardihood and effrontery。  It is a sort of fashion to express

surprise that any notorious criminal; having such crime upon his

conscience; can so brave it out。  Do you think that if he had it on

his conscience at all; or had a conscience to have it upon; he

would ever have committed the crime?



Perfectly consistent with himself; as I believe all such monsters

to be; this Slinkton recovered himself; and showed a defiance that

was sufficiently cold and quiet。  He was white; he was haggard; he

was changed; but only as a sharper who had played for a great stake

and had been outwitted and had lost the game。



'Listen to me; you villain;' said Beckwith; 'and let every word you

hear me say be a stab in your wicked heart。  When I took these

rooms; to throw myself in your way and lead you on to the scheme

that I knew my appearance and supposed character and habits would

suggest to such a devil; how did I know that?  Because you were no

stranger to me。  I knew you well。  And I knew you to be the cruel

wretch who; for so much money; had killed one innocent girl while

she trusted him implicitly; and who was by inches killing another。'



Slinkton took out a snuff…box; took a pinch of snuff; and laughed。



'But see here;' said Beckwith; never looking away; never raising

his voice; never relaxing his face; never unclenching his hand。

'See what a dull wolf you have been; after all!  The infatuated

drunkard who never drank a fiftieth part of the liquor you plied

him with; but poured it away; here; there; everywhere … almost

before your eyes; who bought over the fellow you set to watch him

and to ply him; by outbidding you in his bribe; before he had been

at his work three days … with whom you have observed no caution;

yet who was so bent on ridding the earth of you as a wild beast;

that he would have defeated you if you had been ever so prudent …

that drunkard whom you have; many a time; left on the floor of this

room; and who has even let you go out of it; alive and undeceived;

when you have turned him over with your foot … has; almost as

often; on the same night; within an hour; within a few minutes;

watched you awake; had his hand at your pillow when you were

asleep; turned over your papers; taken samples from your bottles

and packets of powder; changed their contents; rifled every secret

of your life!'



He had had another pinch of snuff in his hand; but had gradually

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 
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