"I went to Compeyson next night, same place, and Compeyson took me on

to be his man and pardner. And what was Compeyson's business in which we

was to go pardners? Compeyson's business was the swindling, handwriting

forging, stolen bank-note passing, and such-like. All sorts of traps as

Compeyson could set with his head, and keep his own legs out of and get

the profits from and let another man in for, was Compeyson's business.

He'd no more heart than a iron file, he was as cold as death, and he had

the head of the Devil afore mentioned.

"There was another in with Compeyson, as was called Arthur,--not as

being so chrisen'd, but as a surname. He was in a Decline, and was a

shadow to look at. Him and Compeyson had been in a bad thing with a

rich lady some years afore, and they'd made a pot of money by it; but

Compeyson betted and gamed, and he'd have run through the king's taxes.

So, Arthur was a dying, and a dying poor and with the horrors on him,

and Compeyson's wife (which Compeyson kicked mostly) was a having pity

on him when she could, and Compeyson was a having pity on nothing and

nobody.

"I might a took warning by Arthur, but I didn't; and I won't pretend I

was partick'ler--for where 'ud be the good on it, dear boy and comrade?

So I begun wi' Compeyson, and a poor tool I was in his hands. Arthur

lived at the top of Compeyson's house (over nigh Brentford it was), and

Compeyson kept a careful account agen him for board and lodging, in case

he should ever get better to work it out. But Arthur soon settled the

account. The second or third time as ever I see him, he come a tearing

down into Compeyson's parlor late at night, in only a flannel gown, with

his hair all in a sweat, and he says to Compeyson's wife, 'Sally, she

really is upstairs alonger me, now, and I can't get rid of her. She's

all in white,' he says, 'wi' white flowers in her hair, and she's awful

mad, and she's got a shroud hanging over her arm, and she says she'll

put it on me at five in the morning.' "Says Compeyson: 'Why, you fool, don't you know she's got a living body?

And how should she be up there, without coming through the door, or in

at the window, and up the stairs?' "'I don't know how she's there,' says Arthur, shivering dreadful with

the horrors, 'but she's standing in the corner at the foot of the bed,

awful mad. And over where her heart's broke--you broke it!--there's

drops of blood.' "Compeyson spoke hardy, but he was always a coward. 'Go up alonger this

drivelling sick man,' he says to his wife, 'and Magwitch, lend her a

hand, will you?' But he never come nigh himself.




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