As butler at Oakshotts I was a busy man no doubt, with a mighty good master who knew he’d got a treasure. Because wine and tobacco be second nature to me, and though very sparing in the use of both, I have great natural gifts and a sort of steadfast and unfailing judgment for the best. And as master be fond of saying in his amusing way, the best is always good enough for him, so Sir Walter Oakshott of Oakshotts trusted in me, with great credit to himself and applause from his guests. Never was such an open-handed man, and being a widower at fifty, with no mind just then to try again, he let his sociable instincts run over for his friends, and Oakshotts, as I sometimes said, was more like an hotel than a country house. For he had his gardening pals come to see his amazing foreign rhododendrons in spring, and his fishermen pals for his lakes and river-banks in summer; while so soon as September came, it was sportsmen and guns and dogs till the end of the shooting season.

So I was a busy man and also a prosperous, because money cleaves to money and Sir Walter’s friends were mostly well-to-do, though few so rich as him; and the gentlemen were experienced and knew a butler when they met one.

But few be too occupied for romance to over-get ’em sooner or later, and at forty I fell in love a tiresome thing at that age and not to have been expected from a bachelor-minded man same as me. And if I’d had the second sight and been able to see where the fatal passion was going to take me, I’d have kept my eyes off Jenny Owlet very careful indeed.

But so it was, though fifteen years separated us there’s little doubt Jenny loved me very well afore Tom Bond appeared. Because I’d never loved before I saw her, and even an elderly man and a butler’s always elderly by virtue of his calling has a charm to the female mind if she knows he’s never loved before. In me Jenny saw a well-set-up and personable party, inclined a thought to a full body, but smart and active, clean-shaven and spotlessly clean every way, with brown eyes and a serious disposition, yet a nice taste for a seemly bit of fun. My hair was black and kept sleek and short, of course, and my voice was slow and deep, and my natural way of approaching all women most dignified, whether they belonged to the kitchen or the drawing-room. And, of course, she well knew I was a snug man and her worldly fortune would be made if she came to me. That was what I had to offer, while for her part she was a high-spirited thing and good as gold, aged twenty-five, with a cheerful nature and a great art for taking what pleasure life had to offer the second kitchen-maid at Oakshotts, which weren’t very much. But she never groused about her hard career, or was sorry for herself, or anything like that. I liked her character and I liked her good sense and I much liked her nice and musical voice; and if she’d been educated, she’d have shone among the highest by reason of her back answers, which I never knew equalled. Not that she had any chances in that direction with me, because I’m not a man to let my inferiors joke with me, though none knows how to put ’em in their place quicker than I do.

Her eyes were betwixt blue and grey and sometimes favoured one colour and sometimes t’other, and her hair was a light brown and her figure inclined to the slim. But she was very near about five foot eight two inches shorter than me and of an amazing activity and enjoying most perfect health. Her home was in Little Silver, which is our village; and only poverty and the need for work had took her out of it. There she tended her widowed father, and he had such a passion for the girl, her being his only one, that ’twas only the shadow of the Union Workhouse ever steeled him to part from her. But she saw him oftener than her day out and would many a time run like a lapwing the mile to his cottage, so as he should have a glimpse of her. And it was her wages that helped the man to carry on. He hated her working at Oakshotts and prayed ceaselessly to her to come back and starve along with him, for he was a very unreasonable fashion of man a dog-like man with one idea and one worship and one religion, you may say. In fact he lived for Jenny alone, and when I came to be acquaint with him, I feared it was to be war to the knife between us. He always proved queer and difficult, and nought but my great love for Jenny would have made me tolerate a man like Joshua Owlet for a moment.

You couldn’t absolutely say there was a screw loose in him, because to love your only child with all right and proper devotion is in the order of nature; but to come between a daughter and her future mate, when the mate was a man like me, seemed weak-minded, to say no more. A very selfish man in fact, and the thought of Jenny having a home of her own away from him, though to any decent father a right and proper thing to happen, got Joshua Owlet in a rage, and I had to exercise unbounded patience. He was a small-brained man, and that sort is the most obstinate.

“Such a woman be bound to wed, Mr. Owlet,” I told him, “and lucky for you in your humble way of life that she’s fallen in with one that can make her a home worthy of her and lift her up in the land. And if you love her so fierce, surely the first thing you did ought to feel is that, when she takes me, your mind will be at rest about her for evermore. I ain’t retiring yet and, be it as it will, I’m Devonshire, and the home I determine upon won’t be very far ways off, and she’ll be within call and you’ll find yourself welcome under my roof in reason.”

He scratched in his grey beard and looked at me out of his shifty eyes, and if looks could have killed he’d have struck me dead, for he was a malicious sort of man and a pretty good hater. Owlet wore rags for choice and he picked up a living making clothes-pegs and weaving osier baskets. That was his mean fashion of life, and he was allowed to get his material down in Oakshotts swamps, where the river overflowed and the woodcock and snipe offered sport in winter. But the keepers hated Owlet poking about, because they said he took more than withies from the osier beds.

Well, the man most steadfastly refused to sanction the match and held off and cussed and said he was Jenny’s duty and she didn’t ought to dream of leaving him under any conditions. Of course he held no power over her and at heart she never liked him very much, because he’d served her mother bad and she remembered it. But she told me straight that I was first, father or no father, and that she’d come to me when I was ready to take her. So I could afford to feel no fear from Joshua and went my own way and dwelt on a clever scheme by which I’d bide along with Sir Walter after marriage and see my wife uplifted in the establishment to help the housekeeper or something like that. For well I knew my master would pleasure me a long way before he’d lose me. I’d served him steadfast and we’d faced death together in the Great War.

And so I settled down in my usual large and patient spirit and just kept friendly touch with Jenny’s father and no more. Nor did Jenny say much upon the future when she was home, and so, no doubt, Joshua got to hope he’d have his way in the long run.

And then came Tom Bond upon the scene of action and the fearful affair of the woodstack began to take shape. We wanted a new first footman, and he offered, and his credentials looked so right that Sir Walter, in his careless way, didn’t bother about ’em, seeing by his photograph that Tom was a good-looking man and hearing he stood six feet two inches. And certainly, after his arrival, nobody thought no more of his character, for a cleverer and more capable chap you couldn’t wish to meet. He knew his job from A to Z, and I will say here and now that, merely regarded as a first footman, Tom was never beat in my experience. He had an art to understand and anticipate my wishes and a skill to fall into my ways that gave me very great satisfaction, and he pleased the gentlemen also and shone in the servants’ hall. In fact I seldom liked a young man better, and what followed within six months of his arrival came as a fearful shock upon me, because by that time I’d grown to feel uncommon friendly to the wretch.

He was amazing good-looking, with curly hair and blue eyes and very fine teeth. And he was one of those men that win the women by their nice manners and careful choice of words. You never heard him speak anything unbecoming, and he was just as civil to the humblest as he was to the housekeeper herself. A care-free man seemingly, with his life before him and such gifts that he might be expected to make a pretty good thing of it. An orphan, too, or so he said.

Thirty-two he claimed to be, but I judged him to be a bit more in reality.

Then came the fatal cloud. Knowing that I was engaged to Jenny, he took good care to keep the right side of her on my account, but all too soon there dawned the making of the future tragedy and he was pleasuring her for her own sake. He hid his games from me, of course, and it was an easy thing to do, because I stood above any suspicion with regard to Jenny; but a time came when he didn’t hide his games from her, and it was only when I began to see queer signs about her I couldn’t read that any uneasiness overgot me. I do think most honest that she didn’t know what was happening to her for a long time, because she loved me, or thought she did; but little by little her old gladsome way along with me wilted and I found her wits wandering. She’d be dreaming instead of listening to my discourse, and then she’d come back to herself and squeeze hold of my hand, or kiss me, and ask me to say what I’d just said over again. I passed it off a lot of times, and then on the quiet had a tell with her father, thinking, maybe, if there was anything biting her, he might know it.

But he said little. He only scowled and glowered and wriggled his eyebrows like a monkey a nasty trick he had.

“If there’s trouble on her mind,” said Joshua, “you may lay your life it’s the thought of deserting a lonely father. And if conscience works in her, as I hope to God it will, then you’ll find yourself down and out yet, William Morris.”

That’s how he talked to me; but my great gift of patience never deserted me with Owlet, and seeing he knew nothing about any real disquiet in his daughter’s head, I left it at that and hoped I was mistook.

Mighty soon I found that I was not, however, and then, in the hour for my daily constitutional, which I never missed, rain or shine, I turned over the situation and resolved to approach Jenny on the subject and invite a clean breast of it.

There was a woodman’s path ran on the high ground behind Oakshotts, and here I seldom failed to take an hour’s walk daily for the sake of health. Up and down I’d go under the trees in the lonely woods, and mark the signs of nature and rest my mind from the business of the house. And sometimes Jenny would come along with me, but oftener I went alone, because our regular afternoon out gave me the opportunity for her company and she couldn’t often break loose other times.

There was an ancient woodstack on the path hid deep in undergrowth of laurels and spruce fir, and not seldom in summer I’d smoke a pipe with my back against it; but oftener I’d tramp up and down past it, where it heaved up beside the narrow way. They was always going to pull it down, but there never rose no call for wood and it was let bide year after year a very picturesque and ancient object.

During an autumn day it was that I went there, with the larches turned to gold and the leaf flying from the oaks and shining copper-red on the beech trees. And I resolved once for all to challenge Jenny upon her troubles, because if her future husband couldn’t throw no light on ’em and scour ’em away, he must be less than the man I took him for.

I’d about spent my hour and was turning back to the house half a mile below when Jenny herself came along, well knowing where I was; and so I wasted no words, but prepared to strike while the thought of her set uppermost in my mind. She spoke first, however, and much surprised me. ’Twas her way of breaking into the matter did so, and she well knew that what she had to tell would let the cat out of the bag.

“William,” she said, “I couldn’t bear for you to hear the thing what’s happened except from me, and I want for you to be merciful to all concerned.”

She was excited and her hair waving in the autumn wind so brown as the falling leaves. Her eyes were wild also, and her mouth down-drawn, and a good bit of misery looked out of her face.

“I’m known for a merciful man where mercy may be called for, my lovely dear,” I said to her. “Us’ll walk up and down my path once more since you’ve come. I’ve long known there was a lot on your mind and went so far as to ask your father what it might be; but he only said ’twas your conscience up against you leaving him.”

“’Tis my conscience all right,” she answered, “but not like that a long sight more crueller than that. Tom Bond has gone to see father this afternoon and oh, William, I wish I was dead!”

I kept my nerve, for that was the only hope in her present frame of mind.

“’Tis a very ill-convenient thing for my future wife to wish she was dead,” I told her; “and why for has Tom gone to see your father? Mr. Owlet ain’t the sort of man to find a gay young spark like Tom much to his taste.”

“You must listen,” she said, “and God forgive me for saying what I’m going to say, but I can’t live a lie no more, William, and Tom can’t live a lie no more. He loves me and I love him. I thought I loved you, and do love you most sure and true and never better than now; but I don’t love you like I love him.”

Then she poured it all out how they’d found their real selves in each other and so on and I couldn’t make up my mind on the instant whether she spoke true, or whether she only thought she did. Being a proud sort of man, I very well knew that there’d be no great fuss and splutter on my side in any case, nor yet no silly attempts to keep her if her heart was gone; but she appeared so excited and so properly frantic and so torn in half between what she felt for Tom Bond and what she felt for me, that I perceived how I must go steady and larn a lot more about the facts before I stood down. There was my self-respect, of course, but there was also my deep affection for the girl. What did amaze me was that I’d never seen the thing unfolding under my eyes, and that none of the staff had called my attention to it. But none had man or woman and when, afterwards, I asked one or two of the elder ones if they’d marked any improprieties I ought to know about, all said they had not. So that was another feather in Tom Bond’s cap in a manner of speaking, for he’d made amazing sure of his ground and got himself safe planted in Jenny’s affections without giving one sign, even to my eyes, that he was up to any wickedness.

I knew he was clever, but shouldn’t have thought anybody could be so clever as that with the woman of my choice. And I knew, only too well, that Jenny must have been amazing clever also. I calmed her down and showed no spark of anger and didn’t say a hard word against Bond; but that night, after dinner, I bade him come in my pantry and tell me what he’d been doing. Because a lot turned in my mind on the way he was going to state the case, and I weren’t in no yielding mood to him. Words flowed from the man, like feathers off a goose, and under his regrets and shame, and all the rest of it, was a sort of a hidden note of triumph, which I didn’t like at all, because it showed he was contemptuous of me at heart and knew he’d got the whip-hand.

“It’s this way, Mr. Morris,” he said. “I have nothing much to tell you that will excuse what’s happened. I knew you were engaged to her and all that; and God’s my judge, I never dreamed to come between; but nature’s stronger than the strongest, and I hadn’t been here six months before I knew it was life or death between me and Jenny. I fought it down and so did she, and we suffered a terrible lot more than you’ll ever know or guess; but such things happen every day and true love never did run smooth. But the truth of what has happened you can see on her face, and nought will ever change her again. And I’m the sun to your moon if you’ll excuse my saying so. And the triumph to have won such a woman is all lost for me, because I know a man like you so straight and honest will never understand such a thing and find it hard to pardon. It will darken our lives, no doubt, that she made such a fatal mistake and thought she loved you and made you think the same; but you’re old enough to know that girls make that mistake every day of their lives, and think love’s come to ’em before it has, and only know the difference when the true and only man appears afore ’em.”

He ran on like that, and I marked that his old, straight glance was gone. There was a new expression in his eyes and a sort of suggestion that he was tired of the subject and only concerned to save his face and let me out so quick as might be. He spoke like a conqueror, in fact, and I well knew he didn’t care a farthing for my feelings under his pretence that he did.

But I weren’t going to let him out quite so easy. I’d seen war, which Tom Bond had not, for I’d been my master’s batman at the front and was known for a brave man, though not a warrior like Sir Walter. So I weren’t going to be swept aside as a thing of no account in the matter, and I meant to know a lot more about Bond himself before I went out of the game and handed Jenny over.

When he had done I spoke and went on polishing while I did so:

“A man who would have run into this bad work open-eyed is a man who’ll need a power of thinking about,” I said to him. “On your own showing you’ve played a very dirty and devious trick to win this woman, or try to do so, and it lets light on a side of your character I’d overlooked because, no doubt, you was parlous quick to hide it. You knew Jenny Owlet had ordained to marry me at her own wish and desire, and, knowing that, you made love to her and was sloking her affection away, while all the time I befriended you and praised you and set store upon you. And that’s both ends and the middle of it. And no call to bleat about nature, because nature’s a heathen thing, and you well knew it was no time to yield to any temptations that would make you a knave if you did yield to ’em. And I’m still minded to think the woman would be a lot happier and safer with me than ever she’d find herself with a man that could do what you’ve done. And that I say though I may be ‘the moon to your sun.’

“So for the present, till I’ve had more truck with her and got to the bottom of her feelings and put reason and decency afore her, I’ll ask you to behave and keep off her. She’s engaged to marry me at this minute, whatever the pair of you think to the contrary, and I hold her to that undertaking until I am well satisfied it would be better for her if I broke it. So now you watch out, or you’ll find yourself in a tighter place than you ever was before.”

I threatened on purpose, to see how he’d take it; and I found he took it ugly.

He showed his beautiful teeth and his brow came down and his eyes flashed.

“You’ll fire me, I suppose?” he said. “That’s the reward of being honest and straight; and much good that will do you. You won’t win her back, because she’s gone, and well you know it; and now you’re going to bully me and rob me of my job.”

“Go,” I answered the man, “and don’t be a fool. If you’ve lived along with me for near a year, you well know I bully none. I shan’t fire you; but I order this and no more or less: keep off her till I’m satisfied about you and satisfied about her. And keep off her father likewise. Joshua Owlet has got a screw loose where his daughter is concerned and it won’t advance nothing if you go to him. Now be off.”

He made no answer, but I pointed to the door and he cleared out.

We were busy at the time and the house full of gentlemen, for it was half through October and shooting in full swing. So I left it at that for a bit and avoided Jenny also till her afternoon out; and then I told her we’d walk together and drink tea at the Wheatsheaf in Little Silver. Which we did do, and I explained the position and bade her hold off Tom until she heard me on the subject again. She was a lot cut up about it and poured scorn on herself and appeared very wishful to please me in the matter; but there wasn’t no more love-making, of course; and to make Jenny understand the gulf that now separated us, I let her pay for her own tea. I loved her still most ardent, but I meant for everything to be done decent and in order; and so far as I am able to see, both of ’em fell in with my wishes and waited for my future commands.

Then a most amazing thing fell out, and Jenny, who had spent an afternoon with her father, told me he was very wishful to see me. So I called on the man and heard news that astonished me a good bit.

Joshua Owlet was changed to the roots! He told me a story that chimed very close with my own wishes, and for that reason I was tardy to believe it; but he gave me chapter and verse, and when I heard my own life was got in danger, I did believe it as the safest course to pursue.

“That Bond is a rogue, William,” Joshua began, and he was terrible excited from the start off.

“I’m inclined to agree with you,” I answered, “for he’s done a dirty thing and, so far as I can tell, he’s worked very artful to get Jenny away from me, which no honest man would have set out to do.”

“That’s nothing,” he answered. “The girl has been a fool and still is; but the point is this. While she was all for him, Bond felt the going good; but now, along of your high-minded action and the way you’ve took it, and the way he’s took it, and what I’ve said, she’s in two minds yet. Love him she did and love him she do and don’t deny it; but she begins to see, as well she may, that for her lifelong salvation, if she must wed, she’d have a safer and a better time with you than Bond.”

Well, I was a good deal surprised to hear Joshua talk so reasonable, and what he said next astonished me still more.

“That’s so far to the good,” I answered, “for I care a lot too much for the maiden to stand between her and her real welfare. But, apart from her, I’ve always suspicioned Tom Bond was too good for this world till this happened. Men ain’t so perfect as him, and when I heard he’d got round Jenny, I began to fear there was more to the young man than meets the eye.”

“A plucky sight more,” declared Owlet. “You can leave him for a minute. I’ll come to him the wicked rascal. But first I want for you to know that I’d a darned sight sooner see my daughter married to you than him, or any other man; and though I hate like hell for her to leave me, I ordain, since it’s got to be, that you have her and none other. And none else ever shall.”

I couldn’t believe my ears, of course, but he was terribly in earnest. He tore at his beard as his manner was, and his eyes flashed, and I couldn’t tell for my life whether he was speaking truth or was lying to me.

“So much for that then,” I said, “and I’m very glad to hear you take that view, for it was time you saw sense in the matter. But I don’t wed Jenny if she don’t want to wed me not to please you, or nobody. And that brings us to Tom Bond. At this moment I’m in a difficulty, because seeking, where I counted to learn more about him, I’ve been headed off. His credentials was all they should be, and Sir Walter didn’t trouble to verify ’em; and asking him for ’em a few days since, I was a good bit put about to hear that master couldn’t find ’em. But he dared me to say there was anything wrong with Bond, because he thinks the world of the man and wouldn’t have him away on no account whatever.”

“I’ll lay my life the blackguard stole those credentials poking about where he didn’t ought,” said Joshua; but I answered ’twas little likely.

“The master be almost sure to have destroyed ’em, for he’s got a mania for tearing up in a hurry,” I explained, “and he’ll often do so and lament too late.”

“I hope he did, then, and I’ll tell you why,” said Owlet to me. “And, come to think of it, I guess he did, for Bond is terrible anxious and worried and like a rat in a trap. He knows you are on his track and he knows that if those credentials exist and you can put hand to ’em you’ll mighty soon find they was forged. So don’t you whisper they can’t be found.”

“And how do you know they was forged?” I asked.

“Because he told me so,” answered Joshua. “He came here about Jenny and pitched a tale and I listened, and presently I found the man was far different from what he makes out at Oakshotts. I did a bit of play-acting myself, William, and led him on, and though he was cautious as a rat, I made him think after a bit I was a wrong ’un myself and got his confidence.”

“And how did you do that?” I asked. “And why?”

“I did it by holding out against you and saying I’d sooner my gal had him than you; and why I did it was because I had dark suspicions. And you can thank God I had. When he found I was up against Oakshotts and didn’t care for nobody there and took a lawless view of life, he came across with it. He’s a bad lot and have done time, and he’s here for no good whatsoever to Oakshotts. But he’s worse than hot stuff, William. He’s a dangerous criminal, and he’s going to put you out of his path pretty soon as if you was no more than a carrion crow, unless you climb down about my daughter.”

“Is he?” I said. “And how does he intend to set about it?”

“I’ve called you here to tell you,” answered Owlet. “Only yesterday he let out his plans and I pretended to applaud ’em. Nobody’s easier to wipe out than you, owing to your regular habits, and on Wednesday next which is his afternoon off, he’ll lie behind a hedge for you and do you in. That’s as sure as death.”

I was a good bit amused to hear this tale.

“And what hedge?” I asked.

“He’ll shoot you,” said Owlet, “and when you go for your walk, you won’t come back. And he’ll have his alibi all right and never be suspected, for that matter. He means to get you from the woodstack and be gone like a flash of lightning. I got it out of him by pretending that nothing would suit me better than your death; and I’m telling you, so as you shall either be the hunter instead of the hunted, if you’re brave enough for such a job, or else give him up to justice instanter on my word. He’s got a army revolver and that he’ll use if you don’t take the first step yourself.”

I looked at Joshua and felt a lot puzzled about his yarn. Fear I did not feel, because them that was in the War know it not in peace. But for a moment my mind was took off Bond by Owlet himself, and I couldn’t somehow feel his story had the ring of truth about it. In fact I told him so, and he swore a barrow-load of oaths that it was only too true.

“I’ve told you,” he said, “and I’ve worked for you in this matter, Morris, and hid myself and hoodwinked the wily devil till he believed I was with him heart and soul. But if you don’t believe me I can do nought. All I say is that the man is well aware how only you stand between him and Jenny, and he’ll do you in next Wednesday so sure as you’re born, if you don’t watch out.”

“Never heard anything so interesting, Joshua,” I said, “but whether I believe you or not, I can’t be sure. However, fear nought. If I could get through the War, I ain’t likely to go down afore this damned rogue. And forewarned is forearmed. I’ll keep my weather eye lifting on Wednesday, be sure of that much.”

“Have you got a revolver?” he asked.

“I’ve got my old war revolver,” I said, “and it will be in my pocket when I go out for my health.”

“I hope your health won’t suffer, then,” he told me.

I left him after that and went home. Jenny was friendly enough and Tom Bond was so meek and mild that butter wouldn’t have melted in his mouth. So the time passed till Wednesday and the footman was off for his afternoon out; and at my usual hour, forbidding Jenny to seek me that afternoon, I went my way. We were quiet for the minute with a week between guns at Oakshotts. A still evening with the reds in the sky and frost promising. My thoughts were difficult, because the more I turned over what Owlet had told me, the more mad it sounded; but I couldn’t get any line on Bond and I couldn’t get any line on Jenny, though I had a fancy she was pretty miserable and inclining a bit more towards me. For that walk, however, I concentrated on self-preservation, because if the man really thought to slay me, ’twas up to me to get in first, of course. So I went mighty wary when I came to the trees, and being blessed with amazing good long sight, used it. And I also pricked my ears and had my gun in my pocket and my hand upon it. A shot I heard, but it was dull and far off and didn’t sound no ways different from the usual shots you always heard in Oakshotts. Then, after going without any event for half a mile or more, I saw the woodstack ahead on my way, and that minded me of Owlet’s warning and the chance it might be true. A very handy place for any man to lie in wait for an enemy on the woodman’s path; so I stopped, crept off into the undergrowth and reckoned to come up behind the stack, so as if there was to be any surprises, I’d give ’em. But the surprise was mine notwithstanding. I stalked the stack as cautious as though it had been an elephant, and crept up inch by inch through the laurels with my blood warm and my senses very much alive and my revolver at full cock. And at last I was parted from the danger-point by no more than a screen of leaves. But not a soul I saw, and I was just pushing out with a good bit of relief in my mind, when my eyes fell on the ground and I marked a man lying so still as a snake behind the pile with his head not a yard from the path that ran alongside of it! He was waiting and watching; but he’d not heard me; so there lay Tom Bond sure enough, looking for me to come along; and there stood I behind him not ten yards distant. The dusk was coming down by now and the wind sighing in the naked branches overhead, and I didn’t see no use in wasting time. I couldn’t have wished to get him in a more awkward position for himself; so I covered him with my revolver and I stepped out quick as lightning, and afore he could move, my muzzle was at his ear.

“Now, you damned scoundrel,” I said, “the boot is on the other leg, I reckon!”

But not a muscle of the man twitched, and then I got the horror of my life, for Tom Bond was dead. He lay flat on his face with his hands stretched afore him, and a revolver, the daps of mine, had fallen from his hand and dropped a foot away from it. And, looking close, I saw a big dabble of blood about him, that had come from his body and his mouth.

’Twas a very ugly situation for me, and nobody saw that quicker than what I did; but I kept my nerve and didn’t lift a finger to the man after I was satisfied that not a spark of life remained in him. I said to myself as I ran home that all I could do was to tell naked truth and hope for the best, though at that moment I couldn’t fail to see the truth as I told it was bound to look a thought fanciful to the unbiased eye. But I went straight to Sir Walter, and gave him word for word, leaving out no item of the story and putting my revolver on his desk for him to guard after he’d heard all.

He was a lot shocked, of course, and awful sorry to lose Tom Bond; but he believed every word I told him and knew the facts must be exactly as I revealed ’em. Then he sent post-haste for the police and a doctor, and I took ’em to the scene, and men fetched a hurdle and the body of Bond was brought down to the garage and treated with all due respect. The doctor examined him then and found he’d been shot through the back at tolerable close range; and the ball had gone through heart and lung and killed him instantly. ’Twas dark by now, and Dr. James said as how he’d be back with another surgeon next morning. But one mighty strange thing increased my difficulties, because, when we came to hunt for it, the weapon I marked a foot from the dead man’s hand was there no longer. And that meant two things. It meant, to me, that somebody had been beside Bond after I left him; and it meant to the police a tidy big question as to whether my word could be depended upon. Nought was done until the next day and then the inquest was arranged for and a police inspector spent a long time in my company and finished by telling me straight that I was in a tolerable tight place. We knew each other as friends in Little Silver, but the inspector Bassett he was called felt terrible disposed to arrest me, and only when Sir Walter went bail I wouldn’t run away did he abstain from getting a warrant.

To Joshua Owlet, of course, they went; but there a shocking thing happened, for the man swore I was lying and that he knew nought about the affair and that he had never warned me nor nothing like that. He said how Bond had come to him with his tale about loving Jenny, and he’d only told him same as he’d told me, that Jenny’s duty would lie with her father and he didn’t wish her to marry anybody. So it looked as if the only one who knew the truth must be the dead man, and he was gone beyond recall. They found he’d been shot by an army revolver with a ball of the usual pattern, and more they didn’t know; and when Sir Walter pointed out that my revolver was loaded in all chambers and hadn’t been fired, all the police said was I’d had plenty of time to fire it and clean it and load it again afore I gave it to him.

And the next thing that happened to me was that I was locked up, tried afore the justices and committed for trial at the Assizes for the murder of Tom Bond.

Of course nobody who knew me believed such a fearful thing, but seeing how it stood and how the details looked to the public, I didn’t blame any for doubting except Joshua Owlet; and even in my nasty fix I couldn’t but admire the devilish craft of that man. Of course I knew from the first he’d done the trick; and more I knew, because I’d seen his far-reaching reasons and his cunning, to use Bond against me and so plot that we should wipe out each other and leave Jenny free. I could see it all; and when Sir Walter had one of the big swells from Scotland Yard to investigate the murder from the beginning, and when that man heard all I’d got to say, he saw it too.

A mean little build of chap, but properly bursting with intellect, was Detective-Inspector Bates; and after hearing Sir Walter and after hearing me, he never felt no doubt himself about my innocence.

“’Tis like this,” I said. “You can see what Owlet did. He told me Bond meant to take my life; and no doubt he told Bond I meant to take his life; and the difference was this; Bond did mean to shoot me that afternoon, doubtless believing that if he didn’t, I’d be the death of him later. He could get me when he liked. But I never meant to do more than prove he was a rascal, or satisfy myself that he was not. For the rest, and as to details, only Owlet can tell ’em; but it’s very clear to me he did what they say I did. He knew where Bond was going to lie for me, and he was there hid afore Bond came and slew him and left him so as it should be shown, as it has been shown, that I slew him. Very like he watched the whole thing and was hid at my elbow somewhere when I found Bond; and then, after I’d gone, he got Bond’s revolver and took it away so as I should be catched in a lie and prove the only one that was armed. And more than that: he may have lent Bond the revolver himself.”

I think the Detective-Inspector felt very pleased with my view; and there was another good point for me, because, afore they buried him, they took the dead man’s fingerprints and found he’d been in prison before. In fact he was a bad ’un a juvenile adult that had served two years for three burglaries; and so Owlet had told me a bit of truth mixed up with his lies. But of course poor Bond might have meant to run straight after he fell in love with Jenny, till Owlet tackled him and encouraged him to try and murder me. Nobody will ever know what his game at Oakshotts was, for he died before he’d played it. Anyway, he was gone, and all that mattered to me remained to get my neck out of the noose if it could be done.

And it was done, though more by the act of God than any particular cleverness of man. But, primed with what I’d told him, Mr. Bates got up Owlet’s sleeve and, little by little, wormed out the truth. And Owlet, who’d been on the razor edge over the job for a good bit with a mind tottering, lost his nerve at last and gave himself away. He’d got in some queer fashion to believe Bates was his friend and on his side, for these deep detective chaps have a way often to show friendship to them they most suspect; and so it happened; for Joshua let it out at last, finding the other knew very near as much about it as he did. And then the darbies were on him, and soon after they were off me.

He’d done it with a madman’s cleverness, to free his girl and get her back; and he went to a criminal lunatic asylum for his bit of work and bides there yet. And as for Jenny, I left the rest to her and didn’t lift a finger to draw her to me no more. She came, however, and felt the Lord had saved not only me alive, but her also.

For three year we worked at Oakshotts after that, as man and wife; and then I took my pension and went into Little Silver to live. Because Sir Walter got it into his head to marry again before it was too late, and his new lady never liked me so well as he did. He’d applauded me far too much to her, and ’tis always a fatal fact in human nature, that if you hear a fellow-creature praised up to the sky, your mind takes an instant set against ’em.