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
It was as he said. For two hours or more we made no progress; then,
the necessary repairs having been made, we started again. By that time
it was evening. And still Mr. Dowsett neither moved or spoke.
Night crept on; there was no moon, and not a star visible in the dark
sky; it was black night. Mr. Dowsett strove to take advantage of this
to evade and escape from us, but we kept so close to him that we could
have touched him by the movement of a finger; where he glided, we
glided; and still he uttered not a word.
We stood in a group alone, isolated as it were, from the other
passengers. After repeated attempts to slip from us, Mr. Dowsett
remained still again. In the midst of the darkness Devlin's voice
stole upon our ears.
"Short-sighted fool," he said, "to think that crime can be for ever
successfully hidden. Wherever man moves, the spirit of committed evil
accompanies him, and leads him to his doom. His peril lies not only in
mortal insight, but in the unseen, mysterious agencies, by which he is
surrounded. Blood for blood; it is the immutable law; and if by some
human failure he for a time evades his punishment at the hand of man,
he suffers a punishment more terrible than human justice can execute
upon him. Waking or sleeping, it is ever with him. Look out upon the
darkness, and behold, rising from the shadows, the form of the
innocent girl whose life you took. To the last moment of your life her
spirit shall accompany you; till death claims you, you shall know no
peace!"
Whatever of malignancy there was in Devlin's voice, the words he spoke
conveyed the stern, eternal truth. It seemed to me, as I gazed before
me, that the spirit he evoked loomed sadly among the shadows.
Onward through the sea the boat ploughed its way, and we three stood
close together, encompassed by a dread and awful silence; for Devlin
spoke no more, nor from Mr. Dowsett's lips did any sound issue.
In the distance we saw the lights of Ramsgate Pier, and before the
captain or any person on board was aware of its close contiguity, we
suddenly dashed against it.
I and all others on board were thrown violently down by the shock.
There were loud cries of alarm and agony, and I found myself separated
from my companions. From the water came appeals for help from some who
had been tossed overboard by the collision, and a period of great
confusion ensued. What help could be given was afforded, and when I
succeeded in reaching the stone pier in safety, I heard that a few of
the passengers were missing--among them Devlin and Mr. Dowsett.
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