nt part of the town； in turning my head I saw the same policeman following me。 I bolted under the horses of a passing vehicle； down some turnings and passages； out into another street； and up beside a cabman who was on his box； driving a fare past。 I reached my lodgings in safety； as I thought； but happening to glance into the street； there I saw the man again； standing opposite； and reconnoitering the house。 I had gone home hungry； but this took all my hunger away from me。 I opened the box where I kept my disguise； put it on； and got out by a back way。 I have been pretty nearly ever since on my feet reaching here； I only got a lift now and then。〃
〃But； Richard； do you know that West Lynne is the very worst place you could have flown to？ It has come to light that you were here before； disguised as a farm laborer。〃
〃Who the deuce betrayed that？〃 interrupted Richard。
〃I am unable to tell； I cannot even imagine。 The rumor was rife in the place； and it reached your father's ear。 The rumor may make people's wits sharper to know you in your disguise； than they otherwise might have been。〃
〃But what was I to do？ I was forced to come here first and get a little money。 I shall fix myself in some other big town； far away from LondonLiverpool or Manchester； perhaps； and see what employment I can get into； but I must have something to live upon till I can get it。 I don't possess a penny piece；〃 he added； drawing out his trousers pockets for the inspection of Mr。 Carlyle。 〃The last coppers； I had； three pence； I spent in bread and cheese and half a pint of beer at midday。 I have been outside that window for more than an hour； sir。〃
〃Indeed！〃
〃And as I neared West Lynne I began to think what I should do。 It was no use in me trying to catch Barbara's attention such a night as this； I had no money to pay for a lodging； so I turned off here； hoping I might； by good luck； drop upon you。 There was a little partition in the window curtainit had not been drawn closeand through it I could see you and Miss Carlyle。 I saw her leave the room； I saw you come to the window and open it； and then I spoke。 Mr。 Carlyle；〃 he added； after a pause； 〃is this life to go on with me forever？〃
〃I am deeply sorry for you； Richard；〃 was the sympathizing answer。 〃I wish I could remedy it。〃
Before another word was spoken the room door was tried； and then gently knocked at。 Mr。 Carlyle placed his hand on Richard； who was looking scared out of his wits。
〃Be still； be at ease； Richard； no one shall come in。 It is only Peter。〃
Not Peter's voice； however； but Joyce's was heard； in response to Mr。 Carlyle's demand of who was there。
〃Miss Carlyle has left her handkerchief downstairs； sir； and has sent me for it。〃
〃You cannot come inI am busy；〃 was the answer； delivered in a clear and most decisive tone。
〃Who was it？〃 quivered Richard； as Joyce was heard going away。
〃It was Joyce。〃
〃What！ Is she here still？ Has anything ever been heard of Afy； sir？〃
〃Afy was here herself two or three months ago。〃
〃Was she； though？〃 uttered Richard； beguiled for an instant from the thought of his own danger。 〃What is she doing？〃
〃She is in service as a lady's maid。 Richard； I questioned Afy about Thorn。 She protested solemnly to me that it was not Thorn who committed the deedthat it could not have been he； for Thorn was with her at the moment of its being done。〃
〃It's not true！〃 fired Richard。 〃It was Thorn。〃
〃Richard； you cannot tell； you did not /see/ it done。〃
〃I know that no man could have rushed out in that frantic manner； with those signs of guilt and fear about him； unless he had been engaged in a bad deed；〃 was Richard Hare's answer。 〃It could have been no one else。〃
〃Afy declared he was with her；〃 repeated Mr。 Carlyle。
〃Look here； sir； you are a sharp man； and folks say I am not； but I can see things and draw my reasoning as well as they can； perhaps。 If Thorn were not Hallijohn's murderer； why should he be persecuting me what would he care about me？ And why should his face turn livid； as it has done； each time he has seen my eyes upon him？ Whether he did commit the murder； or whether he didn't； he must know that I did not； because he came upon me； waiting； as he was tearing from the cottage。〃
Dick's reasoning was not bad。
〃Another thing；〃 he resumed。 〃Afy swore at the inquest that she was /alone/ when the deed was done； that she was alone at the back of the cottage； and knew nothing about it till afterwards。 How could she have sworn she was alone； if Thorn was with her？〃
The fact has entirely escaped Mr。 Carlyle's memory in his conversation with Afy； or he would not have failed to point out the discrepancy； and to inquire how she could reconcile it。 Yet her assertion to him had been most positive and solemn。 There were difficulties in the matter which he could not reconcile。
〃Now that I have got over my passion for Afy； I can see her faults； Mr。 Carlyle。 She'd no more tell an untruth than I should stick〃
A most awful thundering at the room doorloud enough to bring the very house down。 No officers of justice； searching for a fugitive； ever made a louder。 Richard Hare； his face turned to chalk； his eyes starting； and his own light hair bristling up with horror； struggled into his wet smock…frock after a fashion； the tails up about his ears and the sleeves hanging； forced on his hat and his false whiskers； looked round in a bewildered manner for some cupboard or mouse…hole into which he might creep； and； seeing none； rushed to the fireplace and placed his foot on the fender。 That he purposed an attempt at chimney…climbing was evident； though how the fire would have agreed with his pantaloons； not to speak of what they contained； poor Dick appeared completely to ignore。 Mr。 Carlyle drew him back； keeping his calm； powerful hand upon his shoulder； while certain sounds in an angry voice were jerked through the keyhole。
〃Richard； be a man； put aside this weakness； this fear。 Have I not told you that harm shall not come near you in my house？〃
〃It may be that officer from London； he may have brought half a dozen more with him！〃 gasped the unhappy Richard。 〃I said they might have dodged me all the way here。〃
〃Nonsense。 Sit you down； and be at rest； it is only Cornelia； and she will be as anxious to shield you from danger as I can be。〃
〃Is it？〃 cried the relieved Richard。 〃Can't you make her keep out？〃 he continued； his teeth still chattering。
〃No； that I can't； if she has a mind to come in；〃 was the candid answer。 〃You remember what she was； Richard； she is not altered。〃
Knowing that to speak on this side the door to his sister； when she was in one of her resolute moods； would be of no use； Mr。 Carlyle opened the door； dexterously swung himself through it； and shut it after him。 There she stood； in a towering passion； too。
It had struck Miss Carlyle； while undressing； that certain sounds； as of talking； proceeded from the room underneath； which she had just quitted。 She possessed a remarkably keen sense of hearing； did Miss Carlyle； though； indeed； none of her faculties lacked the quality of keenness。 The servants； Joyce and Peter excepted； would not be convinced but that she must 〃listen；〃 but； in that； they did her injustice。 First of all； she believed her brother must be reading aloud to himself； but she soon decided otherwise。 〃Who on earth has he got in there with him？〃 quoth Miss Carlyle。
She rang her bell； Joyce answered it。
〃Who is it that is with your master？〃
〃Nobody； ma'am。〃
〃But I say there is。 I can hear him talking。〃
〃I don't think anybody can be with him；〃 persisted Joyce。 〃And the walls of this house are too well built； ma'am； for sounds from the down stairs rooms to penetrate here。〃
〃That's all you know about it；〃 cried Miss Carlyle。 〃When talking goes on in that room； there's a certain sound given out which does penetrate here； and which my ears have grown accustomed to。 Go and see who it is。 I believe I left my handkerchief on the table； you can bring it up。〃
Joyce departed； and Miss Carlyle proceeded to take off her things； her dress first； her silk petticoat next。 She had arrived as far as the flannel petticoat when Joyce returned。
〃Yes； ma'am； some one is talking with master。 I could not go in； for the door was bolted； and master called out that he was busy。〃
Food for Miss Carlyle。 She； feeling sure that no visitor had come to the house； ran her thoughts rapidly over the members of the household； and came to the conclusion that it must be the governess； Miss Manning； who had dared to closet herself with Mr。 Carlyle。 This unlucky governess was pretty； and Miss Carlyle had been cautious to keep her and her prettiness very much out of her brother's sight； she knew the attraction he would present to her visions； or to those of any other unprovided…for governess。 Oh； yes； it was Miss Manning； she had stolen in； believing she； Miss Carlyle； was safe for the night； but she'd just unearth my lady。 And what in the world could possess Archibaldto lock the door！
Looking round for something warm to throw over her shoulders； and catching up an article that looked as much like a green baize table… cover as anything else； and throwing it on； down stalked Miss Carlyle。 And in this trim Mr。 Carlyle beheld her when he came out。
The figure presented by Miss Carlyle to her brother's eyes was certainly ridiculous enough。 She gave him no time to comment upon it； however； but instantly and curtly asked；
〃Who have you got in that room？〃
〃It is some one on business；〃 was his prompt reply。 〃Cornelia； you cannot go in。〃
She very nearly laughed。 〃Not go in？〃
〃Indeed it is much better that you should not。 Pray go back。 You will make your cold worse； standing here。
〃Now； I want to know whether you are not ashamed of yourself？〃 she deliberately pursued。 〃You！ A married man； with children in your house！ I'd rather have believed anything downright wicked of myself； than of you； Archibald。〃
Mr。 Carlyle stared considerably。
〃Come； I'll have her out。 And out of this house she tramps to…morrow morning。 A couple of audacious ones； to be in there with the door locked； the moment you thought you had got rid of me！ Stand aside； I say； Archibald； I will enter。〃
Mr。 Carlyl