_Policeman:_ The same story—or if it was not altogether the same, anyway it was no less than the first story. _Magistrate:_ What is that man doing? He is sitting alone with a hayfork. He has a guilty look. The murder was done with a hayfork! _Policeman:_ (_In a whisper._) That’s the very man they say did the act; Bartley Fallon himself! _Magistrate:_ He must have found escape difficult—he is trying to brazen it out. A convict in the Andaman Islands tried the same game, but he could not escape my system! Stand aside—Don’t go far—have the handcuffs ready. (_He walks up to Bartley, folds his arms, and stands before him._) Here, my man, do you know anything of John Smith? _Bartley:_ Of John Smith! Who is he, now? _Policeman:_ Jack Smith, sir—Red Jack Smith! _Magistrate:_ (_Coming a step nearer and tapping him on the shoulder._) Where is Jack Smith? _Bartley:_ (_With a deep sigh, and shaking his head slowly._) Where is he, indeed? _Magistrate:_ What have you to tell? _Bartley:_ It is where he was this morning, standing in this spot, singing his share of songs—no, but lighting his pipe—scraping a match on the sole of his shoe—— _Magistrate:_ I ask you, for the third time, where is he? _Bartley:_ I wouldn’t like to say that. It is a great mystery, and it is hard to say of any man, did he earn hatred or love. _Magistrate:_ Tell me all you know. _Bartley:_ All that I know—Well, there are the three estates; there is Limbo, and there is Purgatory, and there is—— _Magistrate:_ Nonsense! This is trifling! Get to the point. _Bartley:_ Maybe you don’t hold with the clergy so? That is the teaching of the clergy. Maybe you hold with the old people. It is what they do be saying, that the shadow goes wandering, and the soul is tired, and the body is taking a rest—The shadow! (_Starts up._) I was nearly sure I saw Jack Smith not ten minutes ago at the corner of the forge, and I lost him again—Was it his ghost I saw, do you think? _Magistrate:_ (_To policeman._) Conscience-struck! He will confess all now! _Bartley:_ His ghost to come before me! It is likely it was on account of the fork! I to have it and he to have no way to defend himself the time he met with his death! _Magistrate:_ (_To policeman._) I must note down his words. (_Takes out notebook._) (_To Bartley:_) I warn you that your words are being noted. _Bartley:_ If I had ha’ run faster in the beginning, this terror would not be on me at the latter end! Maybe he will cast it up against me at the day of judgment—I wouldn’t wonder at all at that. _Magistrate:_ (_Writing._) At the day of judgment—— _Bartley:_ It was soon for his ghost to appear to me—is it coming after me always by day it will be, and stripping the clothes off in the night time?—I wouldn’t wonder at all at that, being as I am an unfortunate man! _Magistrate:_ (_Sternly._) Tell me this truly. What was the motive of this crime? _Bartley:_ The motive, is it? _Magistrate:_ Yes; the motive; the cause.