That pale face； with its jutting cheek…bones and chin； its hollow cheeks and blue eyes far sunk backwhat a wreck of goodness！
He looked up at Keith through the haze of smoke and said quietly： 〃Well； brother； what's the sentence？ 'Transportation for life； and then to be fined forty pounds？'〃
The flippancy revolted Keith。 It was Larry all over！ Last night horrified and humble； this morning； 〃Don't care〃 and feather…headed。 He said sourly：
〃Oh！ You can joke about it now？〃
Laurence turned his face to the wall。
〃Must。〃
Fatalism！ How detestable were natures like that！
〃I've been to see her；〃 he said。
〃You？〃
〃Last night。 She can be trusted。〃
Laurence laughed。
〃That I told you。〃
〃I had to see for myself。 You must clear out at once； Larry。 She can come out to you by the next boat； but you can't go together。 Have you any money？〃
〃No。〃
〃I can foot your expenses； and lend you a year's income in advance。 But it must be a clean cut； after you get out there your whereabouts must only be known to me。〃
A long sigh answered him。
〃You're very good to me； Keith； you've always been very good。 I don't know why。〃
Keith answered drily
〃Nor I。 There's a boat to the Argentine tomorrow。 You're in luck； they've made an arrest。 It's in the paper。〃
〃What？〃
The cigarette end dropped； the thin pyjama'd figure writhed up and stood clutching at the bedrail。
〃What？〃
The disturbing thought flitted through Keith's brain： 'I was a fool。 He takes it queerly； what now？'
Laurence passed his hand over his forehead； and sat down on the bed。
〃I hadn't thought of that；〃 he said； 〃It does me！〃
Keith stared。 In his relief that the arrested man was not Laurence； this had not occurred to him。 What folly！
〃Why？〃 he said quickly； 〃an innocent man's in no danger。 They always get the wrong man first。 It's a piece of luck； that's all。 It gives us time。〃
How often had he not seen that expression on Larry's face； wistful； questioning； as if trying to see the thing with hisKeith's…eyes； trying to submit to better judgment？ And he said； almost gently
〃Now； look here； Larry； this is too serious to trifle with。 Don't worry about that。 Leave it to me。 Just get ready to be off'。 I'll take your berth and make arrangements。 Here's some money for kit。 I can come round between five and six； and let you know。 Pull yourself together； man。 As soon as the girl's joined you out there； you'd better get across to Chile； the further the better。 You must simply lose yourself： I must go now； if I'm to get to the Bank before I go down to the courts。〃 And looking very steadily at his brother； he added：
〃Come！ You've got to think of me in this matter as well as of yourself。 No playing fast and loose with the arrangements。 Understand？〃
But still Larry gazed up at him with that wistful questioning； and not till he had repeated； 〃Understand？〃 did he receive 〃Yes〃 for answer。
Driving away； he thought： 'Queer fellow！ I don't know him； shall never know him！' and at once began to concentrate on the practical arrangements。 At his bank he drew out L400； but waiting for the notes to be counted he suffered qualms。 A clumsy way of doing things！ If there had been more time！ The thought： 'Accessory after the fact！' now infected everything。 Notes were traceable。 No other way of getting him away at once； though。 One must take lesser risks to avoid greater。 From the bank he drove to the office of the steamship line。 He had told Larry he would book his passage。 But that would not do！ He must only ask anonymously if there were accommodation。 Having discovered that there were vacant berths； he drove on to the Law Courts。 If he could have taken a morning off； he would have gone down to the police court and seen them charge this man。 But even that was not too safe； with a face so well known as his。 What would come of this arrest？ Nothing； surely！ The police always took somebody up； to keep the public quiet。 Then； suddenly； he had again the feeling that it was all a nightmare； Larry had never done it； the police had got the right man！ But instantly the memory of the girl's awe…stricken face； her figure huddling on the sofa； her words 〃I see him always falling！〃 came back。 God！ What a business！
He felt he had never been more clear…headed and forcible than that morning in court。 When he came out for lunch he bought the most sensational of the evening papers。 But it was yet too early for news； and he had to go back into court no whit wiser concerning the arrest。 When at last he threw off wig and gown； and had got through a conference and other necessary work； he went out to Chancery Lane； buying a paper on the way。 Then he hailed a cab； and drove once more to Fitzroy Street。
V
Laurence had remained sitting on his bed for many minutes。 An innocent man in no danger！ Keith had said itthe celebrated lawyer！ Could he rely on that？ Go out 8；000 miles； he and the girl； and leave a fellow…creature perhaps in mortal peril for an act committed by himself？
In the past night he had touched bottom； as he thought： become ready to face anything。 When Keith came in he would without murmur have accepted the advice： 〃Give yourself up！〃 He was prepared to pitch away the end of his life as he pitched from him the fag…ends of his cigarettes。 And the long sigh he had heaved； hearing of reprieve； had been only half relief。 Then； with incredible swiftness there had rushed through him a feeling of unutterable joy and hope。 Clean awayinto a new country； a new life！ The girl and he！ Out there he wouldn't care； would rejoice even to have squashed the life out of such a noisome beetle of a man。 Out there！ Under a new sun； where blood ran quicker than in this foggy land； and people took justice into their own hands。 For it had been justice on that brute even though he had not meant to kill him。 And then to hear of this arrest！ They would be charging the man to…day。 He could go and see the poor creature accused of the murder he himself had committed！ And he laughed。 Go and see how likely it was that they might hang a fellow…man in place of himself？ He dressed； but too shaky to shave himself； went out to a barber's shop。 While there he read the news which Keith had seen。 In this paper the name of the arrested man was given： 〃John Evan； no address。〃 To be brought up on the charge at Bow Street。 Yes！ He must go。 Once； twice； three times he walked past the entrance of the court before at last he entered and screwed himself away among the tag and bobtail。
The court was crowded； and from the murmurs round he could tell that it was his particular case which had brought so many there。 In a dazed way he watched charge after charge disposed of with lightning quickness。 But were they never going to reach his business？ And then suddenly he saw the little scarecrow man of last night advancing to the dock between two policemen； more ragged and miserable than ever by light of day； like some shaggy； wan； grey animal； surrounded by sleek hounds。
A sort of satisfied purr was rising all round； and with horror Laurence perceived that thisthis was the man accused of what he himself had donethis queer； battered unfortunate to whom he had shown a passing friendliness。 Then all feeling merged in the appalling interest of listening。 The evidence was very short。 Testimony of the hotel…keeper where Walenn had been staying； the identification of his body； and of a snake…shaped ring he had been wearing at dinner that evening。 Testimony of a pawnbroker； that this same ring was pawned with him the first thing yesterday morning by the prisoner。 Testimony of a policeman that he had noticed the man Evan several times in Glove Lane； and twice moved him on from sleeping under that arch。 Testimony of another policeman that； when arrested at midnight； Evan had said： 〃Yes； I took the ring off his finger。 I found him there dead 。。。。 I know I oughtn't to have done it。。。。 I'm an educated man； it was stupid to pawn the ring。 I found him with his pockets turned inside out。〃
Fascinating and terrible to sit staring at the man in whose place he should have been； to wonder when those small bright…grey bloodshot eyes would spy him out； and how he would meet that glance。 Like a baited raccoon the little man stood； screwed back into a corner； mournful； cynical； fierce； with his ridged； obtuse yellow face； and his stubbly grey beard and hair； and his eyes wandering now and again amongst the crowd。 But with all his might Laurence kept his face unmoved。 Then came the word 〃Remanded〃； and； more like a baited beast than ever； the man was led away。
Laurence sat on； a cold perspiration thick on his forehead。 Someone else； then； had come on the body and turned the pockets inside out before John Evan took the ring。 A man such as Walenn would not be out at night without money。 Besides； if Evan had found money on the body he would never have run the risk of taking that ring。 Yes； someone else had come on the body first。 It was for that one to come forward； and prove that the ring was still on the dead man's finger when he left him； and thus clear Evan。 He clung to that thought； it seemed to make him less responsible for the little man's position； to remove him and his own deed one step further back。 If they found the person who had taken the money； it would prove Evan's innocence。 He came out of the court in a sort of trance。 And a craving to get drunk attacked him。 One could not go on like this without the relief of some oblivion。 If he could only get drunk； keep drunk till this business was decided and he knew whether he must give himself up or no。 He had now no fear at all of people suspecting him； only fear of himselffear that he might go and give himself up。 Now he could see the girl； the danger from that was as nothing compared with the danger from his own conscience。 He had promised Keith not to see her。 Keith had been decent and loyal to himgood old Keith！ But he would never understand that this girl was now all he cared about in life； that he would rather be cut off from life itself than be cut off from her。 Instead of becoming less and less； she was becoming more and more to himexperience stra