Devlin the BarberFarjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Devlin the Barber
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 19th century
"Give me no more credit than I deserve," said Devlin. "It is simply
that I keep a promise. In the fulfilment of this promise--both in the
spirit and to the letter, my dear sir--I may to-morrow unfold to you a
wonder. It is my purpose to compel the man we have pursued to himself
reveal all that he knows of Lizzie Melladew. Perhaps it will be as
well for you to take down in writing what passes between us. Accept it
from me that there are unseen forces and unseen powers in this world,
so rich in sin, of which few men dream. See those shadows moving on
the water--are they not like living spirits? The dark river itself,
had it a tongue, could appal you. On such nights as this are secret
crimes committed by devils who bear the shape of men. What kind of
being is that who smiles in your face, who presses your hand, who
speaks pleasant words to you, and harbours all the while in what is
called his heart a fell design towards the execution of which he moves
without one spark of compassion? I don't complain of him, my dear sir;
on the contrary"--and here, although I could not see Devlin's face, I
could fancy a sinister smile overspreading it--"I rather delight in
him. It proves him to be what he is--and he is but a type of
innumerable others. Your innocent ones are arrogant in the vaunting of
their goodness; your ambitious ones glory in their successes which
bring ruin to their brethren; your kings and emperors appropriate
Providence, and do not even pay him a shilling for the conscription. A
grand world, and grandly peopled! The man who glories in sin compels
my admiration; but this one whom we are hunting is a coward and a
sneak. He shall meet his doom!"
As he ceased speaking he vanished; I can find no other word to express
the effect his sudden disappearance had upon me. Whether he intended
to create a dramatic surprise I cannot say, but, certainly, he was no
longer by my side. With some difficulty I found my way alone back to
the Hotel de Poilly, where Carton was fast asleep.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
THE TRANCE AND THE REVELATION.
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