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He was drawn by a very quiet but very keen-looking man, with iron-gray hair, who was slightly lame. They had passed us, when the carriage stopped, and the old gentleman within, putting out his arm, called to me by my name. I went back, and was absent from Mr. Slinkton and his niece for about five minutes. When I rejoined them, Mr. Slinkton was the first to speak.
Sampson, and become incapable of business at that time of life! Any reason assigned for the melancholy fact? 'What reason have you heard assigned, Mr. Slinkton? I asked, point-blank. 'Most likely a false one. You know what Rumour is, Mr. Sampson. I never repeat what I hear; it is the only way of paring the nails and shaving the head of Rumour.
Sampson, or with whatever motive you came here, at least I thank you for that. 'Boil the brandy, muttered Beckwith. Without gratifying his desire to know how I came there, I said, quietly, 'How is your niece, Mr. Slinkton? He looked hard at me, and I looked hard at him. 'I am sorry to say, Mr. Sampson, that my niece has proved treacherous and ungrateful to her best friend.
Perfectly consistent with himself, as I believe all such monsters to be, this Slinkton recovered himself, and showed a defiance that was sufficiently cold and quiet. He was white, he was haggard, he was changed; but only as a sharper who had played for a great stake and had been outwitted and had lost the game.
I am that man, and I thank God that I have done my work! If Slinkton had been running for his life from swift-footed savages, a dozen miles, he could not have shown more emphatic signs of being oppressed at heart and labouring for breath, than he showed now, when he looked at the pursuer who had so relentlessly hunted him down.
I beckoned the clerk into my room, and asked, 'Who was that? He had the gentleman's card in his hand. 'Mr. Julius Slinkton, Middle Temple. 'A barrister, Mr. Adams? 'I think not, sir. 'I should have thought him a clergyman, but for his having no Reverend here, said I. 'Probably, from his appearance, Mr. Adams replied, 'he is reading for orders.
I spoke strongly; for I had a high esteem and admiration for Meltham; and my gentleman had indefinitely conveyed to me some suspicion that he wanted to sneer at him. He recalled me to my guard by presenting that trim pathway up his head, with its internal 'Not on the grass, if you please the gravel. 'You knew him, Mr. Slinkton. 'Only by reputation.
And I knew you to be the cruel wretch who, for so much money, had killed one innocent girl while she trusted him implicitly, and who was by inches killing another. Slinkton took out a snuff-box, took a pinch of snuff, and laughed. 'But see here, said Beckwith, never looking away, never raising his voice, never relaxing his face, never unclenching his hand.
Slinkton looked at us all, took an uncertain step or two from the place where he had stood, returned to it, and glanced about him in a very curious way, as one of the meaner reptiles might, looking for a hole to hide in.
While he was saying this, Beckwith had filled a half-pint glass with brandy. At this moment, he threw the brandy at his face, and threw the glass after it. Slinkton put his hands up, half blinded with the spirit, and cut with the glass across the forehead.
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