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Now
,
unless
you
promise
to
write
and
publish
in
a
leading
magazine
a
total
recantation
of
this
your
crime
when
you
get
back
to
England
--
if
you
get
back
!
--
giving
that
wronged
man
the
'
honourable
mention
'
he
rightly
deserves
--
down
you
go
!
I
have
but
to
loosen
my
hold
!
'
Geoffrey
,
you
should
have
seen
McWhing
then
!
He
whined
,
he
wriggled
,
he
clung
!
Never
was
an
oracle
of
the
press
in
such
an
unoracular
condition
.
'
Murder
!
--
murder
!
'
he
gasped
,
but
his
voice
failed
him
.
Above
him
towered
the
snow
peaks
like
the
summits
of
that
Fame
he
could
not
reach
and
therefore
grudged
to
others
--
below
him
the
glittering
ice-waves
yawned
in
deep
transparent
hollows
of
opaline
blue
and
green
--
and
afar
off
the
tinkling
cowbells
echoed
through
the
still
air
,
suggestive
of
safe
green
pastures
and
happy
homes
.
'
Murder
!
'
he
whispered
gurglingly
.
'
Nay
!
'
said
I
,
''
tis
I
should
cry
Murder
!
--
for
if
ever
an
arresting
hand
held
a
murderer
,
mine
holds
one
now
!
Your
system
of
slaying
is
worse
than
that
of
the
midnight
assassin
,
for
the
assassin
can
but
kill
the
body
--
you
strive
to
kill
the
soul
.
You
can
not
succeed
,
'
tis
true
,
but
the
mere
attempt
is
devilish
.
No
shouts
,
no
struggles
will
serve
you
here
--
we
are
alone
with
Eternal
Nature
--
give
the
man
you
have
slandered
his
tardy
recognition
,
or
else
,
as
I
said
before
--
down
you
go
!
'
Well
,
to
make
my
story
short
,
he
yielded
,
and
swore
to
do
as
I
bade
him
--
whereupon
placing
my
arm
round
him
as
though
he
were
my
tender
twin-brother
,
I
led
him
safely
off
the
Mauvais
Pas
and
down
the
kindlier
hill
,
where
,
what
with
the
fright
and
the
remains
of
vertigo
,
he
fell
a
'
weeping
grievously
.
Would
you
believe
it
,
that
before
we
reached
Chamounix
we
had
become
the
best
friends
in
the
world
?
He
explained
himself
and
his
rascally
modes
of
action
,
and
I
nobly
exonerated
him
--
we
exchanged
cards
--
and
when
we
parted
,
this
same
author
's
bug-bear
McWhing
,
overcome
with
sentiment
and
whisky
toddy
(
he
is
a
Scotchman
you
know
)
swore
that
I
was
the
grandest
fellow
in
the
world
,
and
that
if
ever
he
could
serve
me
he
would
.
He
knew
my
princely
title
by
this
time
,
but
he
would
have
given
me
a
still
higher
name
.
'
You
are
not
--
hic
--
a
poet
yourself
?
'
he
murmured
,
leaning
on
me
fondly
as
he
rolled
to
bed
.
I
told
him
no
.
'
I
am
sorry
--
very
!
'
he
declared
,
the
tears
of
whisky
rising
to
his
eyes
,
'
If
you
had
been
I
would
have
done
a
great
thing
for
you
--
I
would
have
boomed
you
--
for
nothing
!
'
I
left
him
snoring
nobly
,
and
saw
him
no
more
.
But
I
think
he
'll
recognize
me
,
Geoffrey
;
--
I
'll
go
and
look
him
up
personally
.
By
all
the
gods
!
--
if
he
had
only
known
Who
held
him
between
life
and
death
upon
the
Mauvais
Pas
!
"
I
stared
,
puzzled
.
"
But
he
did
know
"
--
I
said
--
"
Did
you
not
say
you
exchanged
cards
?
"
"
True
,
but
that
was
afterwards
!
"
and
Lucio
laughed
;
"
I
assure
you
,
my
dear
fellow
,
we
can
'
manage
'
McWhing
!
"
I
was
intensely
interested
in
the
story
as
he
told
it
--
he
had
such
a
dramatic
way
of
speaking
and
looking
,
while
his
very
gestures
brought
the
whole
scene
vividly
before
me
like
a
picture
.
I
spoke
out
my
thought
impulsively
.
"
You
would
certainly
have
made
a
superb
actor
,
Lucio
!
"
"
How
do
you
know
I
am
not
one
?
"
he
asked
with
a
flashing
glance
,
then
he
added
quickly
--
"
No
--
there
is
no
occasion
to
paint
the
face
and
prance
over
the
boards
before
a
row
of
tawdry
footlights
like
the
paid
mimes
,
in
order
to
be
histrionically
great
.
The
finest
actor
is
he
who
can
play
the
comedy
of
life
perfectly
,
as
I
aspire
to
do
.
To
walk
well
,
talk
well
,
smile
well
,
weep
well
,
groan
well
,
laugh
well
--
and
die
well
!
--
it
is
all
pure
acting
--
because
in
every
man
there
is
the
dumb
dreadful
immortal
Spirit
who
is
real
--
who
can
not
act
--
who
Is
--
and
who
steadily
maintains
an
infinite
though
speechless
protest
against
the
body
's
Lie
!
"
I
said
nothing
in
answer
to
this
outburst
--
I
was
beginning
to
be
used
to
his
shifting
humours
and
strange
utterances
--
they
increased
the
mysterious
attraction
I
had
for
him
,
and
made
his
character
a
perpetual
riddle
to
me
which
was
not
without
its
subtle
charm
.
Every
now
and
then
I
realized
,
with
a
faintly
startled
sense
of
self-abasement
,
that
I
was
completely
under
his
dominance
--
that
my
life
was
being
entirely
guided
by
his
control
and
suggestion
--
but
I
argued
with
myself
that
surely
it
was
well
it
should
be
so
,
seeing
he
had
so
much
more
experience
and
influence
than
I
.
We
dined
together
that
night
as
we
often
did
,
and
our
conversation
was
entirely
taken
up
with
monetary
and
business
concerns
.
Under
Lucio
's
advice
I
was
making
several
important
investments
,
and
these
matters
gave
us
ample
subject
for
discussion
.
At
about
eleven
o'clock
,
it
being
a
fine
frosty
evening
and
fit
for
brisk
walking
,
we
went
out
,
our
destination
being
the
private
gambling
club
to
which
my
companion
had
volunteered
to
introduce
me
as
a
guest
.
It
was
situated
at
the
end
of
a
mysterious
little
back
street
,
not
far
from
the
respectable
precincts
of
Pall-Mall
,
and
was
an
unpretentious
looking
house
enough
outside
,
but
within
,
it
was
sumptuously
though
tastelessly
furnished
.
Apparently
,
the
premises
were
presided
over
by
a
woman
--
a
woman
with
painted
eyes
and
dyed
hair
who
received
us
first
of
all
within
the
lamp-lighted
splendours
of
an
Anglo-Japanese
drawing-room
.
Her
looks
and
manner
undisguisedly
proclaimed
her
as
a
demi-mondaine
of
the
most
pronounced
type
--
one
of
those
'
pure
'
ladies
with
a
'
past
'
who
are
represented
as
such
martyrs
to
the
vices
of
men
.
Lucio
said
something
to
her
apart
--
whereupon
she
glanced
at
me
deferentially
and
smiled
--
then
rang
the
bell
