"You seem to forget, Mr. Juxon, that my time is very valuable," he observed. "Yes--no doubt--but the man's life, Mr. Booley, is valuable too." "Hardly, I should say," returned the detective coolly. "But since you are so very pressing, I will ask to see the man at once. I can soon tell you whether he will die on the road or not. I have had considerable experience in that line." "You shall see him, as soon as the doctor comes," replied the squire, shocked at the man's indifference and hardness. "It certainly cannot hurt him to see me, if he is still unconscious or raving," objected Mr. Booley. "He might have a lucid moment just when you are there--the fright would very likely kill him." "That would decide the question of moving him," answered Booley, taking his glasses from his nose, laying down the paper and rising to his feet. "There is clearly some reason why you object to my seeing him now. I would not like to insist, Mr. Juxon, but you must please remember that it may be my duty to do so." The squire was beginning to be angry; even his calm temper was not proof against the annoyance caused by Mr. Booley's appearance at the Hall, but he wisely controlled himself and resorted to other means of persuasion. "There is a reason, Mr. Booley; indeed there are several very good reasons. One of them is that it might be fatal to frighten the man; another is that at this moment his wife is by his bedside. She has entirely made up her mind that when he is recovered he must return to prison, but at present it would be most unkind to let her know that you are in the house. The shock to her nerves would be terrible." "Oh," said Mr. Booley, "if there is a lady in the case we must make some allowances, I presume. Only, put yourself in my place, Mr. Juxon, put yourself in my place." The squire doubted whether he would be willing to exchange his personality for that of Mr. Booley. "Well--what then?" he said. "I think I would try to be merciful." "Yes; but suppose that in being merciful, you just allowed that lady the time necessary to present her beloved husband with a convenient little pill, just to shorten his sufferings? And suppose that--" "Really, Mr. Booley, I think you make very unwarrantable suppositions," said Mr. Juxon severely. "I cannot suppose any such thing." "Many women--ladies too--have done that to save a man from hanging," returned Mr. Booley, fixing his grey eye on the squire. "Hanging?" repeated the latter in surprise. "But Goddard is not to be hanged." "Of course he is. What did you expect?" Mr. Booley looked surprised in his turn. "But--what for?" asked the squire very anxiously. "He has not killed anybody--" "Oh--then you don't know how he escaped?" "No--I have not the least idea--pray tell me."