England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories, English
"I don't know, sir," answered Lease, rousing out of his lethargy, but
speaking as one in a dream. "I can't think but what I turned them as
usual."
"You knew the train was coming? It was the ordinary train."
"I knew it was coming," assented Lease. "I watched it come along,
standing by the side of Mr. Watson. If I had not set the points right,
why, I should have thought surely of them then; it stands to reason I
should. But never such a thought came into my mind, sir. I waited there,
just as if all was right; and I believe I _did_ shift the points."
Lease did not put this forth as an excuse: he only spoke aloud the
problem that was working in his mind. Having shifted the points
regularly for five years, it seemed simply impossible that he could have
neglected it now. And yet the man could not _remember_ to have done it
this evening.
"You can't call it to mind?" said Squire Todhetley, repeating his last
words.
"No, I can't, sir: and no wonder, with all this confusion around me and
the distress I'm in. I may be able to do so to-morrow."
"Now look you here, Lease," said the Squire, getting just a little
cross: "if you had put the points right you couldn't fail to remember
it. And what causes your distress, I should like to ask, but the
knowledge that you _didn't_, and that all this wreck is owing to you?"
"There is such a thing as doing things mechanically, sir, without the
mind being conscious of it."
"Doing things wilfully," roared the Squire. "Do you want to tell me I am
a fool to my face?"
"It has often happened, sir, that when I have wound up the mantel-shelf
clock at night in our sleeping-room, I'll not know the next minute
whether I've wound it or not, and I have to try it again, or else ask
the wife," went on Lease, looking straight out into the darkness, as if
he could see the clock then. "I can't think but what it must have been
just in that way that I put the points right to-night."
Squire Todhetley, in his anger, which was growing hot again, felt that
he should like to give Lease a sound shaking. He had no notion of such
talk as this.
"I don't know whether you are a knave or a fool, Lease. Killing men and
women and children; breaking arms and legs; putting a whole trainful
into mortal fright; smashing property and engines to atoms; turning the
world, in fact, upside down, so that people don't know whether they
stand on their heads or their heels! You may think you can do this with
impunity perhaps, but the law will soon teach you better. I should not
like to go to bed with human lives on my soul."
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