Away with him to prison--where is the provost?--Measure for Measure.
I returned home, perplexed by a thousand contradictory thoughts upon the
scene I had just witnessed; the more I reflected, the more I regretted
the fatality of the circumstances, that had tempted Glanville to accede
to Thornton’s demand; true it was, that Thornton’s self-regard might be
deemed a sufficient guarantee for his concealment of such extortionate
transactions: moreover, it was difficult to say, when the formidable
array of appearances against Glanville was considered, whether any other
line of conduct than that which he had adopted, could, with any safety,
have been pursued.
His feelings too, with regard to the unfortunate Gertrude, I could
fully enter into, and sympathize with: but, in spite of all these
considerations, it was with an inexpressible aversion that I
contemplated the idea of that tacit confession of guilt, which his
compliance with Thornton’s exactions so unhappily implied; it was,
therefore, a thought of some satisfaction, that my rash and hasty
advice, of a still further concession to those extortions, had not
been acceded to. My present intention was, in the event of Glanville’s
persevering to reject my offer of accompanying him, to remain in
England, for the purpose of sifting the murder, nor did I despair of
accomplishing this most desirable end, through the means of Dawson; for
there was but little doubt in my own mind that Thornton and himself
were the murderers, and I hoped that address or intimidation might win
a confession from Dawson, although it might probably be unavailing with
his hardened and crafty associate.
Occupied with these thoughts, I endeavoured to while away the hours
till the evening summoned me once more to the principal object of my
reflections. Directly Glanville’s door was opened, I saw by one glance,
that I had come too late; the whole house was in confusion; several of
the servants were in the hall, conferring with each other, with that
mingled mystery and agitation which always accompany the fears and
conjectures of the lower classes. I took aside the valet, who had lived
with Glanville for some years, and who was remarkably attached to his
master, and learnt, that somewhat more than an hour before. Mr. Thornton
had returned to the house accompanied by three men of very suspicious
appearance. “In short, Sir,” said the man, lowering his voice to a
whisper, “I knew one of them by sight; he was Mr. S., the Bowstreet
officer; with these men, Sir Reginald left the house, merely saying, in
his usual quiet manner, that he did not know when he should return.”
I concealed my perturbation, and endeavoured, as far as I was able,
to quiet the evident apprehensions of the servant. “At all events,
Seymour,” said I, “I know that I may trust you sufficiently, to warn you
against mentioning the circumstance any farther; above all, let me beg
of you to stop the mouths of those idle loiterers in the hall--and,
be sure, that you do not give any unnecessary alarm to Lady and Miss
Glanville.”
The poor man promised, with tears in his eyes, that he would obey my
injunctions; and with a calm face, but a sickening heart, I turned away
from the house. I knew not where to direct my wanderings; fortunately,
I recollected that I should, in all probability, be among the first
witnesses summoned on Glanville’s examination, and that, perhaps, by
the time I reached home, I might already receive an intimation to that
effect; accordingly, I retraced my steps, and, on re-entering my hotel,
was told by the waiter, with a mysterious air, that a gentleman was
waiting to see me. Seated by the window in my room, and wiping his
forehead with a red silk pocket-handkerchief, was a short, thickset man,
with a fiery and rugose complexion, not altogether unlike the aspect
of a mulberry; from underneath a pair of shaggy brows, peeped two
singularly small eyes, which made ample amends by their fire, for their
deficiency in size--they were black, brisk, and somewhat fierce in their
expression; a nose, of that shape, vulgarly termed bottle, formed the
“arch sublime,” the bridge, the twilight as it were, between the purple
sun-set of one cheek, and the glowing sun-rise of the other. His
mouth was small, and drawn up on each corner, like a purse--there was
something sour and crabbed about it; if it was like a purse, it was the
purse of a miser: a fair round chin had not been condemned to single
blessedness--on the contrary, it was like a farmer’s pillion, and
carried double; on either side of a very low forehead, hedged round by
closely mowed bristles, of a dingy black, were two enormous ears, of the
same intensely rubicund colour as that inflamed pendant of flesh which
adorns the throat of an enraged turkey-cock; ears so large, and so red,
I never beheld before--they were something preposterous.
This enchanting figure, which was attired in a sober suit of leaden
black, relieved by a long, gold watch-chain, and a plentiful decoration
of seals, rose at my entrance, with a solemn grunt, and a still more
solemn bow. I shut the door carefully, and asked him his business:--as
I had foreseen, it was a request from the magistrate at--, to attend a
private examination on the ensuing day.
“Sad thing, Sir, sad thing,” said Mr.--, “it would be quite shocking to
hang a gentleman of Sir Reginald Glanville’s quality--so distinguished
an orator too; sad thing, Sir,--very sad thing.”
“Oh!” said I, quietly, “there is not a doubt as to Sir Reginald’s
innocence of the crime laid to him; and, probably, Mr.--, I may call in
your assistance to-morrow, to ascertain the real murderers--I think I am
possessed of some clue.”
Mr.--pricked up his ears--those enormous ears. “Sir,” he said, “I shall
be happy to accompany you--very happy; give me the clue you speak of,
and I will soon find the villains. Horrid thing, Sir, murder--very
horrid. It’s too hard that a gentleman cannot take his ride home from
a race, or a merry-making, but he must have his throat cut from ear to
ear--ear to ear, Sir;” and with these words, the speaker’s own auricular
protuberances seemed to glow, as if in conscious horror, with a double
carnation.
“Very true, Mr.--!” said I; “say I will certainly attend the
examination--till then, good bye!” At this hint, my fiery faced friend
made me a low bow, and blazed out of the room, like the ghost of a
kitchen fire.
Left to myself, I revolved, earnestly and anxiously, every thing that
could tend to diminish the appearances against Glanville, and direct
suspicion to that quarter where I was confident the guilt rested. In
this endeavour I passed the time till morning, when I fell into an
uneasy slumber, which lasted some hours; when I awoke, it was almost
time to attend the magistrate’s appointment. I dressed hastily, and soon
found myself in the room of inquisition.
It is impossible to conceive a more courteous, and, yet, more equitable
man, than the magistrate whom I had the honour of attending. He spoke
with great feeling on the subject for which I was summoned--owned to me,
that Thornton’s statement was very clear and forcible--trusted that my
evidence would contradict an account which he was very loth to believe;
and then proceeded to the question. I saw, with an agony which I can
scarcely express, that all my answers made powerfully against the cause
I endeavoured to support. I was obliged to own, that a man on horseback
passed me soon after Tyrrell had quitted me; that, on coming to the
spot where the deceased was found, I saw this same horseman on the very
place; that I believed, nay, that I was sure (how could I evade this),
that that man was Sir Reginald Glanville.
Farther evidence, Thornton had already offered to adduce. He could
prove, that the said horseman had been mounted on a grey horse, sold to
a person answering exactly to the description of Sir Reginald Glanville;
moreover, that that horse was yet in the stables of the prisoner. He
produced a letter, which, he said, he had found upon the person of the
deceased, signed by Sir Reginald Glanville, and containing the most
deadly threats against his life; and, to crown all, he called upon me to
witness, that we had both discovered upon the spot where the murder was
committed, a picture belonging to the prisoner, since restored to him,
and now in his possession.
At the close of this examination, the worthy magistrate shook his head,
in evident distress! “I have known Sir Reginald Glanville personally,”
said he: “in private as in public life, I have always thought him the
most upright and honourable of men. I feel the greatest pain in saying,
that it will be my duty fully to commit him for trial.”
I interrupted the magistrate; I demanded that Dawson should be produced:
“I have already,” said he, “inquired of Thornton respecting that person,
whose testimony is of evident importance; he tells me, that Dawson has
left the country, and can give me no clue to his address.”
“He lies!” cried I, in the abrupt anguish of my heart; “his associate
shall be produced. Hear me: I have been, next to Thornton, the chief
witness against the prisoner, and when I swear to you, that, in spite of
all appearances, I most solemnly believe in his innocence, you may rely
on my assurance, that there are circumstances in his favour, which have
not yet been considered, but which I will pledge myself hereafter to
adduce.” I then related to the private ear of the magistrate, my firm
conviction of the guilt of the accuser himself. I dwelt forcibly upon
the circumstance of Tyrrell’s having mentioned to me, that Thornton
was aware of the large sum he had on his person, and of the strange
disappearance of that sum, when his body was examined in the fatal
field. After noting how impossible it was that Glanville could
have stolen this money; I insisted strongly on the distressed
circumstances--the dissolute habits, and the hardened character of
Thornton--I recalled to the mind of the magistrate, the singularity
of Thornton’s absence from home when I called there, and the doubtful
nature of his excuse: much more I said, but all equally in vain. The
only point where I was successful, was in pressing for a delay, which
was granted to the passionate manner in which I expressed my persuasion
that I could confirm my suspicions by much stronger data before the
reprieve expired.
“It is very true,” said the righteous magistrate, “that there are
appearances somewhat against the witness; but certainly not tantamount
to any thing above a slight suspicion. If, however, you positively think
you can ascertain any facts, to elucidate this mysterious crime, and
point the inquiries of justice to another quarter, I will so far strain
the question, as to remand the prisoner to another day--let us say the
day after tomorrow. If nothing important can before then be found in his
favour, he must be committed for trial.”