The Amateur Gentleman

"What do you mean?"

"Well, sir, there are other names for it, but--hem!--I prefer to

call it 'the shorter way.'"

"Do you mean--suicide?"

"Sir," cried Mr. Bimby, shivering and raising protesting hands,

"I said 'the shorter way.' Poor little Miss Pell--a lady born,

sir--she used to curtsy to me on the stairs, she chose 'the shorter

way.' She also was old, you see, and weary. And to-night I met

another who sought to take this 'shorter way'--but he was young, and

for the young there is always hope. So I brought him home with me

and tried to comfort him, but I fear--"

Peterby sprang suddenly to his feet and Mr. Bimby started and turned

to glance fearfully towards the door which was quivering beneath the

blows of a ponderous fist. Therefore Barnabas rose and crossing the

room, drew the latch. Upon the threshold stood Corporal Richard Roe,

looming gigantic in the narrow doorway, who, having saluted Barnabas

with his shining hook, spoke in his slow, diffident manner.

"Sir," said he, "might I speak a word wi' you?"

"Why, Corporal, I'm glad to see you--come in!"

"Sir," said the big soldier with another motion of his glittering

hook, "might I ax you to step outside wi' me jest a moment?"

"Certainly, Corporal," and with a murmured apology to Mr. Bimby,

Barnabas followed the Corporal out upon the gloomy landing and

closed the door. Now at the further end of the landing was a window,

open to admit the air, and, coming to this window, the Corporal

glanced down stealthily into the court below, beckoning Barnabas to

do the like: "Sir," said he in a muffled tone, "d' ye see them two coves in the

red weskits?" and he pointed to the two Bow Street Runners who

lounged in the shadow of an adjacent wall, talking together in

rumbling tones and puffing at their pipes.

"Well, Corporal, what of them?"

"Sir, they're a-waiting for you!"

"Are you sure, Corporal? A poor creature committed suicide to-day; I

thought they were here on that account."

"No, sir, that was only a blind, they're a-watching and a-waiting to

take you for the Gaunt murder. My pal Jarsper knows, and my pal

Jarsper sent me here to give you the office to lay low and not to

venture out to-night."

"Ah!" said Barnabas, beginning to frown.

"My pal Jarsper bid me say as you was to keep yourself scarce till

'e's got 'is 'ooks on the guilty party, sir."

"Ah!" said Barnabas, again, "and when does he intend to make the

arrest?"

"This here very night, sir."

"Hum!" said Barnabas thoughtfully.

"And," continued the Corporal, "I were likewise to remind you, sir,

as once your pals, ever and allus your pals. And, sir--good-night,

and good-luck to you!" So saying, the Corporal shook hands,

flourished his hook and strode away down the narrow stairs, smiling

up at Barnabas like a beneficent giant.