f from her。 Instead of becoming less and less； she was becoming more and more to himexperience strange and thrilling！ Out of deep misery she had grown happythrough him； out of a sordid； shifting life recovered coherence and bloom； through devotion to him him； of all people in the world！ It was a miracle。 She demanded nothing of him； adored him； as no other woman ever hadit was this which had anchored his drifting barque； thisand her truthful mild intelligence； and that burning warmth of a woman； who； long treated by men as but a sack of sex； now loves at last。
And suddenly； mastering his craving to get drunk； he made towards Soho。 He had been a fool to give those keys to Keith。 She must have been frightened by his visit； and； perhaps； doubly miserable since； knowing nothing； imagining everything！ Keith was sure to have terrified her。 Poor little thing！
Down the street where he had stolen in the dark with the dead body on his back； he almost ran for the cover of her house。 The door was opened to him before he knocked； her arms were round his neck； her lips pressed to his。 The fire was out； as if she had been unable to remember to keep warm。 A stool had been drawn to the window； and there she had evidently been sitting； like a bird in a cage； looking out into the grey street。 Though she had been told that he was not to come； instinct had kept her there； or the pathetic； aching hope against hope which lovers never part with。
Now that he was there； her first thoughts were for his comfort。 The fire was lighted。 He must eat； drink； smoke。 There was never in her doings any of the 〃I am doing this for you； but you ought to be doing that for me〃 which belongs to so many marriages； and liaisons。 She was like a devoted slave； so in love with the chains that she never knew she wore them。 And to Laurence； who had so little sense of property； this only served to deepen tenderness； and the hold she had on him。 He had resolved not to tell her of the new danger he ran from his own conscience。 But resolutions with him were but the opposites of what was sure to come； and at last the words：
〃They've arrested someone；〃 escaped him。
》From her face he knew she had grasped the danger at once； had divined it； perhaps； before he spoke。 But she only twined her arms round him and kissed his lips。 And he knew that she was begging him to put his love for her above his conscience。 Who would ever have thought that he could feel as he did to this girl who had been in the arms of many！ The stained and suffering past of a loved woman awakens in some men only chivalry； in others； more respectable； it rouses a tigerish itch； a rancorous jealousy of what in the past was given to others。 Sometimes it will do both。 When he had her in his arms he felt no remorse for killing the coarse； handsome brute who had ruined her。 He savagely rejoiced in it。 But when she laid her head in the hollow of his shoulder； turning to him her white face with the faint colour…staining on the parted lips； the cheeks； the eyelids； when her dark； wide…apart； brown eyes gazed up in the happiness of her abandonmenthe felt only tenderness and protection。
He left her at five o'clock； and had not gone two streets' length before the memory of the little grey vagabond； screwed back in the far corner of the dock like a baited raccoon； of his dreary； creaking voice； took possession of him again； and a kind of savagery mounted in his brain against a world where one could be so tortured without having meant harm to anyone。
At the door of his lodgings Keith was getting out of a cab。 They went in together； but neither of them sat down； Keith standing with his back to the carefully shut door； Laurence with his back to the table； as if they knew there was a tug coming。 And Keith said： 〃There's room on that boat。 Go down and book your berth before they shut。 Here's the money！〃
〃I'm going to stick it； Keith。〃
Keith stepped forward； and put a roll of notes on the table。
〃Now look here； Larry。 I've read the police court proceedings。 There's nothing in that。 Out of prison； or in prison for a few weeks； it's all the same to a night…bird of that sort。 Dismiss it from your mindthere's not nearly enough evidence to convict。 This gives you your chance。 Take it like a man； and make a new life for yourself。〃
Laurence smiled； but the smile had a touch of madness and a touch of malice。 He took up the notes。
〃Clear out； and save the honour of brother Keith。 Put them back in your pocket； Keith； or I'll put them in the fire。 Come； take them！〃 And； crossing to the fire； he held them to the bars。 〃Take them； or in they go！〃
Keith took back the notes。
〃I've still got some kind of honour； Keith； if I clear out I shall have none； not the rag of any； left。 It may be worth more to me than thatI can't tell yetI can't tell。〃 There was a long silence before Keith answered。 〃I tell you you're mistaken； no jury will convict。 If they did； a judge would never hang on it。 A ghoul who can rob a dead body ought to be in prison。 What he did is worse than what you did； if you come to that！〃 Laurence lifted his face。 〃Judge not； brother；〃 he said； 〃the heart is a dark well。〃 Keith's yellowish face grew red and swollen； as though he were mastering the tickle of a bronchial cough。 〃What are you going to do； then？ I suppose I may ask you not to be entirely oblivious of our name； or is such a consideration unworthy of your honour？〃 Laurence bent his head。 The gesture said more clearly than words： 'Don't kick a man when he's down！'
〃I don't know what I'm going to donothing at present。 I'm awfully sorry； Keith； awfully sorry。〃
Keith looked at him； and without another word went out。
VI
To any； save philosophers； reputation may be threatened almost as much by disgrace to name and family as by the disgrace of self。 Keith's instinct was always to deal actively with danger。 But this blow； whether it fell on him by discovery or by confession； could not be countered。 As blight falls on a rose from who knows where； the scandalous murk would light on him。 No repulse possible！ Not even a wriggling from under！ Brother of a murderer hung or sent to penal servitude！ His daughter niece to a murderer！ His dead mother…a murderer's mother！ And to wait day after day； week after week； not knowing whether the blow would fall； was an extraordinarily atrocious penance； the injustice of which； to a man of rectitude； seemed daily the more monstrous。
The remand had produced evidence that the murdered man had been drinking heavily on the night of his death； and further evidence of the accused's professional vagabondage and destitution； it was shown； too； that for some time the archway in Glove Lane had been his favourite night haunt。 He had been committed for trial in January。 This time； despite misgivings； Keith had attended the police court。 To his great relief Larry was not there。 But the policeman who had come up while he was looking at the archway； and given him afterwards that scare in the girl's rooms； was chief witness to the way the accused man haunted Glove Lane。 Though Keith held his silk hat high； he still had the uncomfortable feeling that the man had recognised him。
His conscience suffered few； if any； twinges for letting this man rest under the shadow of the murder。 He genuinely believed that there was not evidence enough to convict； nor was it in him to appreciate the tortures of a vagabond shut up。 The scamp deserved what he had got； for robbing a dead body； and in any case such a scarecrow was better off in prison than sleeping out under archways in December。 Sentiment was foreign to Keith's character； and his justice that of those who subordinate the fates of the weak and shiftless to the needful paramountcy of the strong and well established。
His daughter came back from school for the Christmas holidays。 It was hard to look up from her bright eyes and rosy cheeks and see this shadow hanging above his calm and ordered life； as in a glowing room one's eye may catch an impending patch of darkness drawn like a spider's web across a corner of the ceiling。
On the afternoon of Christmas Eve they went； by her desire； to a church in Soho； where the Christmas Oratorio was being given； and coming away passed； by chance of a wrong turning； down Borrow Street。 Ugh！ How that startled moment； when the girl had pressed herself against him in the dark； and her terror…stricken whisper： 〃Oh！ Who is it？〃 leaped out before him！ Always that businessthat ghastly business！ After the trial he would have another try to get them both away。 And he thrust his arm within his young daughter's； hurrying her on； out of this street where shadows filled all the winter air。
But that evening when she had gone to bed he felt uncontrollably restless。 He had not seen Larry for weeks。 What was he about？ What desperations were hatching in his disorderly brain？ Was he very miserable； had he perhaps sunk into a stupor of debauchery？ And the old feeling of protectiveness rose up in him； a warmth born of long ago Christmas Eves； when they had stockings hung out in the night stuffed by a Santa Claus； whose hand never failed to tuck them up； whose kiss was their nightly waft into sleep。
Stars were sparkling out there over the river； the sky frosty…clear； and black。 Bells had not begun to ring as yet。 And obeying an obscure； deep impulse； Keith wrapped himself once more into his fur coat； pulled a motoring cap over his eyes； and sallied forth。 In the Strand he took a cab to Fitzroy Street。 There was no light in Larry's windows； and on a card he saw the words 〃To Let。〃 Gone！ Had he after all cleared out for good？ But how…without money？ And the girl？ Bells were ringing now in the silent frostiness。 Christmas Eve！ And Keith thought： 'If only this wretched business were off my mind！ Monstrous that one should suffer for the faults of others！' He took a route which led him past Borrow Street。 Solitude brooded there； and he walked resolutely down on the far side； looking hard at the girl's window。 There was a light。 The curtains just failed to meet； so that a thin gleam shone through。 He crossed； and after glancing swiftly up and down； deliberately peered