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"
Hansom
!
"
A
silent-wheeled
smart
vehicle
came
bowling
up
immediately
.
Giving
some
order
to
the
driver
,
he
jumped
in
.
The
cab
approached
swiftly
in
our
direction
--
just
as
it
passed
us
the
loud
report
of
a
pistol
crashed
on
the
silence
.
"
Good
God
!
"
I
cried
reeling
back
a
step
or
two
--
"
He
has
shot
himself
!
"
The
hansom
stopped
--
the
driver
sprang
down
--
club-porters
,
waiters
,
policemen
and
no
end
of
people
starting
up
from
Heaven
knows
where
,
were
on
the
scene
on
an
instant
--
I
rushed
forward
to
join
the
rapidly
gathering
throng
,
but
before
I
could
do
so
,
Lucio
's
strong
arm
was
thrown
round
me
,
and
he
dragged
me
by
main
force
away
.
"
Keep
cool
,
Geoffrey
!
"
he
said
--
"
Do
you
want
to
be
called
up
to
identify
?
And
betray
the
club
and
all
its
members
?
Not
while
I
am
here
to
prevent
you
!
Check
your
mad
impulses
,
my
good
fellow
--
they
will
lead
you
into
no
end
of
difficulties
.
If
the
man
's
dead
he
's
dead
,
and
there
's
an
end
of
it
.
"
"
Lucio
!
You
have
no
heart
!
"
I
exclaimed
,
struggling
violently
to
escape
from
his
hold
--
"
How
can
you
stop
to
reason
in
such
a
case
!
Think
of
it
!
I
am
the
cause
of
all
the
mischief
!
--
it
is
my
cursed
luck
at
baccarat
this
evening
that
has
been
the
final
blow
to
the
wretched
young
fellow
's
fortunes
--
I
am
convinced
of
it
!
--
I
shall
never
forgive
myself
--
"
"
Upon
my
word
,
Geoffrey
,
your
conscience
is
very
tender
!
"
he
answered
,
holding
my
arm
still
more
closely
and
hurrying
me
away
despite
myself
--
"
You
must
try
and
toughen
it
a
little
if
you
want
to
be
successful
in
life
.
Your
'
cursed
luck
'
you
think
,
has
caused
Lynton
's
death
?
Surely
it
is
a
contradiction
in
terms
to
call
luck
'
cursed
,
'
--
and
as
for
the
Viscount
,
he
did
not
need
that
last
game
at
baccarat
to
emphasise
his
ruin
.
You
are
not
to
blame
.
And
for
the
sake
of
the
club
,
if
for
nothing
else
,
I
do
not
intend
either
you
or
myself
to
be
mixed
up
in
a
case
of
suicide
.
The
coroner
's
verdict
always
disposes
of
these
incidents
comfortably
in
two
words
--
'
Temporary
insanity
.
'
"
I
shuddered
.
My
soul
sickened
as
I
thought
that
within
a
few
yards
of
us
was
the
bleeding
corpse
of
the
man
I
had
so
lately
seen
alive
and
spoken
with
--
and
notwithstanding
Lucio
's
words
I
felt
as
if
I
had
murdered
him
.
"
'
Temporary
insanity
'
"
--
repeated
Lucio
again
,
as
if
speaking
to
himself
--
"
all
remorse
,
despair
,
outraged
honour
,
wasted
love
,
together
with
the
scientific
modern
theory
of
Reasonable
Nothingness
--
Life
a
Nothing
,
God
a
Nothing
--
when
these
drive
the
distracted
human
unit
to
make
of
himself
also
a
nothing
,
'
temporary
insanity
'
covers
up
his
plunge
into
the
infinite
with
an
untruthful
pleasantness
.
However
,
after
all
,
it
is
as
Shakespeare
says
,
a
mad
world
!
"
I
made
no
answer
.
I
was
too
overcome
by
my
own
miserable
sensations
.
I
walked
along
almost
unconscious
of
movement
,
and
as
I
stared
bewilderedly
up
at
the
stars
they
danced
before
my
sight
like
fireflies
whirling
in
a
mist
of
miasma
.
Presently
a
faint
hope
occurred
to
me
.
