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EXPEPIENCE-S OF A DETECTIVE, BY JAMES M'GOVAN, .Author of "BHOCGHT TO BAT," "HUNTED *>" STBANGK CLUSS," and TEAOED AND TRACKED." No. XLiVIII. A HAUNTED COMPOSITOR. Sick, or troubled witb a drunken wife, was JJy mental conclusion when the printer came into reception-room and quietiy sat down to wait tarn. He was a good-lookiug man of about but pale to ghastliness, and so utterly ► and woebegono that instead of dropping ,nt»a8eat be seemed ready to drop throusrh floor earth into another world. He was very well ^8sse.1, yet he had a wandered aud tramp look, trailed over half the world without Oditig rest. He seemed in no hurry, and when had beeu quite cleared he still sat, with keyes on tjle grou„d and his left hand pressed I I got round and stood before j f and then he started slightly, and looked up, ( fv^ftntly recognising me. You see I've come b;ick t> Edinburgh 6° S,ve i, **»lfup," he said, as calmly an a man speakine !■' "t "Hanging's an ugly death, but •1 8 the only thing that'll give me peac*. Life is <f"eat deal worse; its hell, that's a fact; its fill I" aa(j jjQ puj. Up a s|j9]j;ing hand to wipe the **e«t from bis white temples, and seemed to look 'hl3«(?h me at something far behind a great deal Olore Unpleasant than even a detective. stared at him, trying in vain to think him aad and the look seemed to strike him as Itrange, for he continued- II I suppose you know me woll enougb, for ou'e been hunting for me for nearly a year. Yes, lt»ae last December I did it, and now it's near November. What a year I've had b. what a year I" and the anguish of his face told ttniore than the words. I shook my head, and h? took nse up in a foment. tit know—it's because I've changed so much no wonder, I hardly know myself— m'ikn another min-rk.-trftnger-in,ide and out. folks only knew what you feel after murdering an.. d there would never be another murder in III World. Anybody might kill another in a tosRir.n and not: mean it or feel much after, but ^•n jt>s juten,1(?,j5 and planned, and done all by if, there's no excuse, no escape, no peace, no rest" Taere was not a tmc.) ot drink in his spsecb, < bar » blink of insanity in his eye, nothing but te«norsaj woarines", and ntter despair; and at quiefly t)d you murder anyone?" » "Yes; I'm Tom Turner, the printer, who j ?"u*dered Louisa Sinclair, the dressmaker, last Member. Perhaps it never was found out, fcr ?he had threaf ened to throw herself into the Canal I didn't marry her, and her friends thought sll6'd do it, for they told me about it. But Whetherit was found out or not, it's been haunt- n mfj ever since—I can't get away from it; ay, If» and more than it," and again he bad to wipe ^e outing sweat from his temples, "Do you know the risk you run in raaking a 8tatement like thai I grately asked. > "Risk? Oi course I do-death. But that illl bothin to me. Some Jaws are written in books and some in the minds of men, and that's one that never be changed or stamped out. Blood for blood—a life for a life." X could remember no such case. No body had been found in the Canal at that tim- no woman of that name bad been reported missing and I Wanted to hear more. "We weregweptbl-artg, and I thought I likeri her well enougb, and asked her to marry me but j after it was settled I met another girl, called 1.faria Dickson-a grand, dashing, high flying one that I liked far better," ha continued without a fpark of animation in his tone; and then I put It to Louisa if it wouldn't be better to-Tbreak off the match, for if we had no love for each other before it wasn't likely we'd have much after; but sbe Went into fits over it, and wouldn't give me IIp, and insisted on me taking her, and said she'd ^ow herself into the Canal if I ever spoke to ~'ckson aga;n. I had only begun to flirt with D'ckaon in fun, but it soon got real, for she had a vfheedling way, and mada love to me like mad, because she thought I might marry Louisa. I had to be a hypocrite, and meet Louisa just as Usual, and walk with her, while all the time I hating her like murder in my heart. I tried to quarrel with her, but siie wouldn'c quarrel; Ollad I tried to be jjalous of her with other men, btit that was no use, for she never looked at any other men. She wauid go on loving me, and she "ouId have it that I was the best man in the **orld% and that it Was all a joke about Maria ^'ckson. It's horrible to be praised to the skies aQ angel when you know in your heart you're devil, especially by a woman, for they ssem to »elieve it aj]_ j w.;g|ied 8he would jump into the «*Hal; Pnd I walked with Dickson and kissed "*er one night where I knew Louisa would see me, she took that for a joke too, and didn't drown 0erself. Then the time came near when I had to Scarry her or-bolt. It was to be on Hogmanay, and I couldn't bolt, for I was chained to Dickson. -tbknow I'm a coward at heart, but I can't help 1 -t, for I w.i made that way. I knew that if I Dickson, Louisa would turn round and some of us, so I thought more and more that be better out of the way first. Murder ^etns a horrible idea at first, but it grows on you, at last seems just the thing you should do. One night we were out walking, anf^ to go into a public-house in Broad-street, where ordered whisky for us both. When we got it in I pretended that the glass was dusty, and wiped it under the table, and there emptied into it some I laudanum out of a little phial I had m my hand. She wall miling all the time, and saying somet.bin about how good I was and how much she loved Hie. I held my hand round the body of tba r glass while I filled it with the whisky, so she never havr the laudanum or knew it was there. I drank ray own glass, and at last got her to finish hers, and we went out and along the Canal banks. Wo r sat under a hedge for a good while, though it was bitter cold, and at last she got so sleepy she could Scarcely hold up. When I got up she would hardly and couldn't answer me or stand right; B0 I helped her along, and at last got so near the edge ofthp Cvnal that 1 had only to let her go, wbu he fi >PP6d ioto it I i k- a stone. I hadn t felt much tIll that minute—">nly a little screw?:! up and t miv Melred-but the momeut she was in the water I d l h»ve giveu worlds if they'd been mine to have f Undone it all Then a terrible fear came on me, and I ran. I forgot all about how I was to home and iell,i I'd "ever >een her and iidn'r v n nh.,ut it, and to let them "«an c know anything ab' ^u » taagine «he'd committed su.cde as .he had threatened. I seemed to be chased by somothing, had to run, run, run. I »» and walked the --bole night through, and then lay down in biding lor the best art of the day. I landed at BarwICk, xnd tried to get work, but had to go on to NHW- *atl«.» He stopped abruptly, and I thought be had Snished. But he had only paused because his F tongue refused to move, and there was more horror [ to bis face Mi an trhen he had begun. "Did you ever hear of her body being found? Ouietly asked. He shook his head faintly. "Then she may have been got out; she may be Oliv-3 yet;" I consolingly suggested. no slowly raised a finger to hush the words and .a.llfiI away the smile. I know she isn't. I'va too good reason to know." H IIo \V ¡,. I did not like his look, aud the tone almost chilled the blood in my veins. "Because I've seen her," he answered. yeil, seen her," he whispered more to himself than me. "She won't stay away from me or give me rest. She keeps at roe. She has forced me to come here." I drew a long breath of relief. Now I knew that the man was mad. "It was in Newcastle she came to me first, when I had no more thought of seeing her than of coming here to give myself np. I had changed my name and got work, and was getting on all right, except that I wasn't happy and never knew the moment when a policeman might come in and ask me to come vff to the station. It was on a Saturday night, and I hadn't been drinking, and was as sober as I am now. I had been to a Music Hall seeing some funny niggers, too, so I wasn't sad or downhearted or thinking about the past. It was very cold, and I had made the landlady put on a fire in my bedroom, so there was still a blink of light after I put the gas out and went to bed. I was thinking of those funny niggers and one of their jokes, when I was sur- prised to har a step in the room—surprised because I knew I'd locked the door on the inside, and, indeed, never saw the door opened. I looked up and saw a woman cross the floor without look- ing at me. She bad on a dark wincey dress and a fur bo:% and her bonnet was trimmed with dark green ribbons in a way I never saw but on one, and that was Louisa Sinclair's. Still she never locked round, but went to the fire and stooped down to warm her hands. Then I noticed that the ribbons were wet and dripping, and that her hair bad come loose at the back, and was also running with water. She stayed so long warming her hands and slowly tubbing them that I thought my heart would stop beating, and I said, What 20 you want here?' She heard me, and turned round, and then I saw it was Louisa. She recog- nised me at the same moment, and rose from her crouching position and crossed the flaor towards the bedside. I wanted to get away, but I couldn't have moved to save my life. She never said a word, but came closer and closer, and thou put out her hand and laid it on my arm, not fierce or angry, but as kind as she used to do. The coldness of her hand came right through my sleeve and chilled me to the bone. "Come back to Edinburgh," she said at last. "You must come; I'm waiting for you." I couldn't lie any longer, but jumped up with a great cry that woke the whole house, and tumbled out on the floor in trying to grasp the wotnan and hold her fast. There was nothing to grasp, and when I sprang from the floor she was gone. The door was fast locked as I had left it, for the landlady couldn't zet in till I had crawled to it to open it. Now you'll say that I was asleep and dreamt it all, but I wasn't, though I soon made myself believe that I had been. The landlady thought I had been drinking, and got a touch of the horrors, and I was giad after a little to let her believe thnto so as she shouldu't think me mad. After that I couldn't think of staying in Newcastle. I'm no believer in ghosts, and I had a queer idea that thire might be a trick in it all, and that I'd get rid of it by changing my town. I tried Liverpool next, and got on well, for there's not a faster setter in the trade, and night work suits me besf, for I don't like to sleep in the dark since she came. But she wouldn't stay away. I wasn't in bed at all when she nex cam", but sitting at the fireside taking my boots off. It was the touch of her hand on my sleeve that told me she was there. She smiled quite kindly and stooped down to warm her hands as before. I don't think I was so much frightened as the first time, but I had the same stopping sensation at the heart. I saw that her ribbons and hair were dripping, but no wet went down on the hearthrug. At last I put out a hand to try and grasp it, but I grasped nothing. She jai; melted, and I heard her whisper, 4 Coma back to Edinburgh as she vanished. The door was not lo('kp,j that time, but I know that there was no body there, for I felt for it and touched nothing but air and chill. I could have stocld it better if she had only looked revengeful or terrible; but she didn't. Always the same sweet smile, with the love in her eyes that she had when I wa.s putting the laudanum into the empty glass at the public-house. I couldn't stay in Liverpool any longer, and I didn't know where to turn to. If seemed as if I could wander onfc at 1 any road and stop anywhere and yet I'd have her as much as if I carried her with me." I have no doubt you did carry her with you," I I suvsrostively remarked. "Yon don't believe it was a spirit; you think I it's all imaginatiop," he quickly responded. Well, what if it is? It torments ma just the same. I can get no rest. I'm not so frightened at her now as I was at first; it's the cold hand I can't bear. The chill of that band goes through alothes, flesh, and bones, right into my hsart, and rests there. That's what I want to be rid of that's what has forced me to come back here." The condition of the man was pitiable, not eo much from remorse for his crime aj from evident fear of a visitation. It was this peculiarity which proved the brutal callousness of the man, and the contemptible cowardice of his nature. He could coolly and deliberately murder an innocent and loving woman without sorrow, but cringed like a baby before a bog-ie of his own creating. I did not attempt to soothe him or persuade him that he bad olliv imagined the visits, for it seemed to me that he deserved aU the torture he could get out of them. I simply handed him over to the medical inspector to test as to his sanity. The report was that the man was perfectly sane, but probably labouring under a delusion; and while he was detained, I was empowered to mako inquiry into the circum- stances of his case. 1 went to the house in which Louisa Sinclair bad lodged, but the people had disappeared, leaving no address. None of the neighbours had heard of them losing a lodger, or of the girl being drowned in the Canal. I next went to the shop in which she and the girl Dickson had worked. I found Dickson still there —a tall, haughty shop-girl, not particularly good- looking, but very grandly dressed, and with that indescribable touch of vulgarity about the style that makes men turn their beads aud look after such silly creatures on the street. Such a woman leaves it to no one to allot her her place en the ladder of life she coolly assumes it for herself and this one evidently thought me a very inferior person, for she looked down on me from behind tho counter as grandly as an Empress throwing coppers to the meanest of her subjects. All her grandeur, however, vanished when I named the haunted printer, and the start nearly took all tho bl jnd out of her cheeks. Know him ? Of course I knew him, for he was engaged to marry me. Do you know anything about him, or where he is? Is he alive? Did be send you to met Or did he really run away with Louisa Sinclair?" The swiftness with which she poured forth her questions was a contrast to the haughty reticence with which she had received me, but, ever inclined to forgive, I answered that he had not sent me to her, and that so far as 1 knew he had not run away with her rival. "But he is alive? Say if be is alive," she atid anxiously. He disappeared a year ago, and has never so much as written or let me know why he went; and Louisa Sinclair pretended that she was as much in the dark as myself. But he might have gone away to some other town and got her to join him there." I looked at the woman, not sure but she had gone mad too. "She pretended she didn't know where he bad gone 1" I exclaimed. "Did you see her, then, after be had left 1" I I See her'! I should think I did see her I went to her very smart, you may guess, when he ran away, for I knew she had the stupid idea that he cared tor ber, and I thought she had wheedled him into some plan for Retting rid of me and marrying her." Atid you saw her, of courap?" "Yes I wasn't to be put off. Thoy pretended at first that she was ill with inflammation, through getting wet or falling into the water or something, but I went back and back till I saw her." «' And what did she Flay 7" "Oh, the impudent creature tried to make believe that I knew all about it, and tbat I bad wheedled bim into liking me, and said that if I got him he would do me no good, for it his love was so light it was no loss to her. Nothing but insolence in her I could have torn her eyes out." Then she didn't die or disappear f" "Die? No' She's not one of the dyine kind. She got iuto a shop down at Stockbridge, and wheedled the master so well that they say she's to be married to him. Perhaps it's only a blind, and she may mean to marry Turner alter all, but if she does I'll take it all out of them. I've got his letters, and the ring be gave me, and I'll bunt them down though it should cost me every penny I 11 "Now that's just what I came here for-I waut LOUHH S nclair's address," said I, laughing so heartily tlat the proud Miss Dickson fancied I was laughing at her and scowled suspiciousiy. The-fruth is I was laughing at the queer discovery that Louisa Sinclair was alive and thriving, and ya., had managed to send out a drowned and dripping gnost with an extraordinary chilly hand to rebuke the printer for murderiug iier. If sha wasn't dead, wasn't tbat ghost a liar for saying so? Of what earthly use are these spirits if they are not to be relied on as truthful, aud are getting so stupid as to haunt a man at the wrong time ? I got the address, however, and went down to the shop at Stockbridge, and found Louisa Sinclair I bright and blooming, and no more like a dripping j ghost than I was. She was a little creature, witb i merry eyes and plnmp red cheeks, and ber hand*. so far from being an ice bolt, was so warm that I wanted to shake it twice, just for the pleasure of the thing. "Some one told me you bad been drowned a year ago," I said, after a little converse, "but that doesn't seem true." Oh, no, but I was nearly drowned," she answered, with more gravity. "I fell into the Canal one night, and would have been drowned if it hadn't been for two man getting me out. I don't know yet how I got in." "Did no one push you in?" Oh, no. I remember going ont with my sweet- heart, but that's all. I never knew where I was till I woke in a strange bed in a bouse near the Canal." "Did your sweetheart not see you fall in?" "I don't know, for I've never seen him since. It's all a mystery to me he'll never come back, and I have sometimes thought he may have gone off with somebody he liked better." You don't think he would have pushed you in on purpose?" She hesitated and flushed a little. I don't think it," she answered at last. It 1 wouldn't like to think that of anyone-but soma- tim(-.i;-no, it's too horrid to think it or say it." "Sometimes what? I have a good reason for asking you to speak out freely." "Sometimes I think that a girl called Dickson may have set him on to shake me off. She is a bad lot, fit for anything and I know she hates me." When you missed your sweetheart why did you not have him searched for?" "Because—no, I can't tell that," and she hid her face in her hands and cried a little. I con- vinced her that it would be better to keep back I nothing, and she reluctantly said- Well, I thought that I might have had a quarrel with him and—and run straight to the Canal and jumped in. I didn't like to say that when I found myself alive, but I thought when God had spared my life it was a sign that I was meant to give up Turner forever. I had been very unhappy, for I saw that half of his heart was gone from me, and the other half wasn't worth having. 011, what I suffered before I got well again, for I had got cold and a kind of fever, and I often wished I would die, but when I beard that Turner had gone off, I thought that he was ashamed at having driven me to it, and I made up my mind that I would never think tvt him or grieve about him again, "nct I never have. He's no more to me now than if he had never exi-ted. I have no more love for him than that counter has. A year ago I couldn't have believed th\\t it could come to that, but it's wonderful what you can do when you set your mind to it." "Did he give you that ring?" I suddenly asked, indicating one on the third finger of the left hand, "Oh, no," and she blushed and tucked the hand and the ring out of sight. Oti, I see," and I smiled out into a laugh, and she caught the smile and echoed the laugh in that bright-eyed, perfectly fearless fashion peculiar to those drifting straight on the rocks of matri- mony. I questioned her closely on the events of the night of her immersion, and with a little prompting brought back ,to her memory the going into the public-house in Bread-street, but what followed that was to her a blank. She did not believe that she had been pushed in by her lover, but asserted that the people with whom she had lodged had more than once asserted that there was no other solutiou to the mystery. These people h:td gone to Glasgow, but I bttd them hunted up, and finally brought through as witnesses againg1; Turner. The surprise of the prisoner on learn.ug that Louisa Sinclair was not drowned and dead was only exceeded by that which he showed when he learned that another man so much admired the gem he had tried to destroy as tj win her for his wife. When We lose a thing for ever it oftea rises in value. and Turner's sweetheart proved no exception. When he was obarged with attempting to murder her by pushing her in a drugged condition into the Canal he readily and Contritely pleaded guilty, and was sentenced to a year's imprisonment; but before being led on of sight tia,uiantige(i to convey a message to Louisa Sinclair to the effect that he loved but one woman in the world, and that Womau was Louisa Sinclair, whom be had tried to murder; and con- cluded by imploring her to rescind her decision as to marrying her master, and to wait tor twelve short months for him, when he would reward her with the devotion of a lifetime. But alas, even a woman's faith in the man she has loved may get too rudea shock. The revelation that the cowardly cur had really attempted her life, aud all for the sake itf girl like Dickson, was the last straw to break her love for ever. She declined in terms sufficiently plain to prove to him that they were sundered to all eternity. Her scorn and indigna- tion, however, were made up for by the loving attentions of the girl Dickson, who missed no chance of sending him a long 'closoly-written letter assuring him that she was hie until death should them part We never appreciate our blessings. We strive heart and soul and body for some object, and then when it is thrust at us we turn away in disdain. The haunted printer did not snap at her I)ffr on the contrary, he gave her to understand in one briei line that he had learned to hate her like poison, and declarod that if she came near him he would serve hor worse than he had served Louisa Sinclair. Of all things in this world woman's love is tha most enduring. Dickson was not to be shaken of!, and she calmly arranged a breach of promise case against the day of his liberation, by way oi having something joyful with which to welcome him to the outer world. Turner read over the big-worded law papers, oarefnlly crammed them into the fire, and the same day disappeared from Edinburgh for ever. A few days later Dickson- met me on the Bridge and accused me of helping Turner away, and got so violent that I had to take her to the Central with me. She was fined 20s and costs next morning for assauit, and ever after contented her- self with scowling at me vigorously. Louisa Sinclair is a plump little matron, now nearly as broad as she is long, with a happy family as little and merry and dumpy as herself.

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