for he invades every house as an uproarious child。 People are
getting suspicious of all the respectable disguises for a scoundrel；
so he always uses the disguise ofwhat shall I saythe Bohemian；
the blameless Bohemian。 He always carries people off their feet。
People are used to the mask of conventional good conduct。
He goes in for eccentric good…nature。 You expect a Don Juan to dress
up as a solemn and solid Spanish merchant； but you're not prepared
when he dresses up as Don Quixote。 You expect a humbug to behave like
Sir Charles Grandison； because （with all respect； Miss Hunt； for the deep；
tear…moving tenderness of Samuel Richardson） Sir Charles Grandison
so often behaved like a humbug。 But no real red…blooded citizen is quite
ready for a humbug that models himself not on Sir Charles Grandison
but on Sir Roger de Coverly。 Setting up to be a good man a little cracked
is a new criminal incognito； Miss Hunt。 It's been a great notion；
and uncommonly successful； but its success just makes it mighty cruel。
I can forgive Dick Turpin if he impersonates Dr。 Busby； I can't forgive
him when he impersonates Dr。 Johnson。 The saint with a tile loose
is a bit too sacred； I guess； to be parodied。〃
〃But how do you know；〃 cried Rosamund desperately； 〃that Mr。 Smith
is a known criminal？〃
〃I collated all the documents；〃 said the American； 〃when my friend Warner
knocked me up on receipt of your cable。 It is my professional affair
to know these facts； Miss Hunt； and there's no more doubt about them
than about the Bradshaw down at the depot。 This man has hitherto escaped
the law； through his admirable affectations of infancy or insanity。
But I myself； as a specialist； have privately authenticated notes
of some eighteen or twenty crimes attempted or achieved in this manner。
He comes to houses as he has to this； and gets a grand popularity。
He makes things go。 They do go； when he's gone the things are gone。
Gone； Miss Hunt； gone； a man's life or a man's spoons； or more often a woman。
I assure you I have all the memoranda。〃
〃I have seen them；〃 said Warner solidly； 〃I can assure you
that all this is correct。〃
〃The most unmanly aspect； according to my feelings；〃 went on the American
doctor； 〃is this perpetual deception of innocent women by a wild simulation
of innocence。 From almost every house where this great imaginative devil
has been； he has taken some poor girl away with him； some say he's got
a hypnotic eye with his other queer features； and that they go like automata。
What's become of all those poor girls nobody knows。 Murdered； I dare say；
for we've lots of instances； besides this one； of his turning his hand
to murder； though none ever brought him under the law。 Anyhow； our most
modern methods of research can't find any trace of the wretched women。
It's when I think of them that I am really moved； Miss Hunt。 And I've
really nothing else to say just now except what Dr。 Warner has said。〃
〃Quite so；〃 said Warner； with a smile that seemed moulded in marble〃that
we all have to thank you very much for that telegram。〃
The little Yankee scientist had been speaking with such evident
sincerity that one forgot the tricks of his voice and manner
the falling eyelids； the rising intonation； and the poised
finger and thumbwhich were at other times a little comic。
It was not so much that he was cleverer than Warner；
perhaps he was not so clever； though he was more celebrated。
But he had what Warner never had； a fresh and unaffected seriousness
the great American virtue of simplicity。 Rosamund knitted
her brows and looked gloomily toward the darkening house
that contained the dark prodigy。
Broad daylight still endured； but it had already changed from gold to silver；
and was changing from silver to gray。 The long plumy shadows of the one or
two trees in the garden faded more and more upon a dead background of dusk。
In the sharpest and deepest shadow； which was the entrance to the house
by the big French windows； Rosamund could watch a hurried consultation
between Inglewood （who was still left in charge of the mysterious captive）
and Diana； who had moved to his assistance from without。 After a few minutes
and gestures they went inside； shutting the glass doors upon the garden；
and the garden seemed to grow grayer still。
The American gentleman named Pym seemed to be turning and on the move
in the same direction； but before he started he spoke to Rosamund with a
flash of that guileless tact which redeemed much of his childish vanity；
and with something of that spontaneous poetry which made it difficult；
pedantic as he was； to call him a pedant。
〃I'm vurry sorry； Miss Hunt；〃 he said； 〃but Dr。 Warner and I；
as two quali…FIED practitioners； had better take Mr。 Smith
away in that cab； and the less said about it the better。
Don't you agitate yourself； Miss Hunt。 You've just got to think
that we're taking away a monstrosity； something that oughtn't to be
at allsomething like one of those gods in your Britannic Museum；
all wings； and beards； and legs； and eyes； and no shape。
That's what Smith is； and you shall soon be quit of him。〃
He had already taken a step towards the house； and Warner was about
to follow him； when the glass doors were opened again and Diana Duke
came out with more than her usual quickness across the lawn。
Her face was aquiver with worry and excitement； and her dark earnest
eyes fixed only on the other girl。
〃Rosamund；〃 she cried in despair； 〃what shall I do with her？〃
〃With her？〃 cried Miss Hunt； with a violent jump。 〃O lord；
he isn't a woman too； is he？〃
〃No； no； no；〃 said Dr。 Pym soothingly； as if in common fairness。
〃A woman？ no； really； he is not so bad as that。〃
〃I mean your friend Mary Gray；〃 retorted Diana with equal tartness。
〃What on earth am I to do with her？〃
〃How can we tell her about Smith； you mean；〃 answered Rosamund； her face
at once clouded and softening。 〃Yes； it will be pretty painful。〃
〃But I HAVE told her；〃 exploded Diana； with more than her
congenital exasperation。 〃I have told her； and she doesn't seem to mind。
She still says she's going away with Smith in that cab。〃
〃But it's impossible！〃 ejaculated Rosamund。 〃Why； Mary is
really religious。 She〃
She stopped in time to realize that Mary Gray was comparatively
close to her on the lawn。 Her quiet companion had come down very
quietly into the garden； but dressed very decisively for travel。
She had a neat but very ancient blue tam…o'…shanter on her head；
and was pulling some rather threadbare gray gloves on to her hands。
Yet the two tints fitted excellently with her heavy copper…coloured hair；
the more excellently for the touch of shabbiness： for a woman's clothes
never suit her so well as when they seem to suit her by accident。
But in this case the woman had a quality yet more unique and attractive。
In such gray hours； when the sun is sunk and the skies are
already sad； it will often happen that one reflection at some
occasional angle will cause to linger the last of the light。
A scrap of window； a scrap of water； a scrap of looking…glass；
will be full of the fire that is lost to all the rest of the earth。
The quaint； almost triangular face of Mary Gray was like some
triangular piece of mirror that could still repeat the splendour
of hours before。 Mary； though she was always graceful；
could never before have properly been called beautiful； and yet
her happiness amid all that misery was so beautiful as to make
a man catch his breath。
〃O Diana；〃 cried Rosamund in a lower voice and altering her phrase；
〃but how did you tell her？〃
〃It is quite easy to tell her；〃 answered Diana sombrely；
〃it makes no impression at all。〃
〃I'm afraid I've kept everything waiting；〃 said Mary Gray apologetically；
〃and now we must really say good…bye。 Innocent is taking me to his aunt's
over at Hampstead； and I'm afraid she goes to bed early。〃
Her words were quite casual and practical； but there was a sort
of sleepy light in her eyes that was more baffling than darkness；
she was like one speaking absently with her eye on some
very distant object。
〃Mary； Mary；〃 cried Rosamund； almost breaking down； 〃I'm so sorry about it；
but the thing can't be at all。 Wewe have found out all about Mr。 Smith。〃
〃All？〃 repeated Mary； with a low and curious intonation；
〃why； that must be awfully exciting。〃
There was no noise for an instant and no motion except that
the silent Michael Moon； leaning on the gate； lifted his head；
as it might be to listen。 Then Rosamund remaining speechless；
Dr。 Pym came to her rescue in a definite way。
〃To begin with；〃 he said； 〃this man Smith is constantly attempting murder。
The Warden of Brakespeare College〃
〃I know；〃 said Mary； with a vague but radiant smile。
〃Innocent told me。〃
〃I can't say what he told you；〃 replied Pym quickly； 〃but I'm very much
afraid it wasn't true。 The plain truth is that the man's stained
with every known human crime。 I assure you I have all the documents。
I have evidence of his committing burglary； signed by a most eminent
English curate。 I have〃
〃Oh； but there were two curates；〃 cried Mary； with a certain gentle eagerness；
〃that was what made it so much funnier。〃
The darkened glass doors of the house opened once more；
and Inglewood appeared for an instant； making a sort of signal。
The American doctor bowed； the English doctor did not；
but they both set out stolidly towards the house。
No one else moved； not even Michael hanging on the gate；
but the back of his head and shoulders had still an indescribable
indication that he was listening to every word。
〃But don't you understand； Mary；〃 cried Rosamund in despair； 〃don't you
know that awful things have happened even before our very eyes。
I should have thought you would have heard the revolver shots upstairs。〃
〃Yes； I heard the shots；〃 said Mary almost brightly； 〃but I was busy packing
just then。 And Innocent had told me he was going to shoot at Dr。 Warner；
so it wasn't worth while to come down。〃
〃Oh； I don't understand what you mean；〃 cried Rosamund Hunt；
stamping； 〃but you must and shall understand what I mean。
I don't care how cruelly I put it； if only I can save you。
I mean th