At length the merchant was brought out of jail to the foot of the
gallows; and the hangman having put the rope about his neck, was
going to give him a swing, when the sultan’s purveyor pushing
through the crowd, made up to the gibbet, calling to the hangman to
stop, for that the Christian had not committed the murder, but
himself had done it. Upon that the officer who attended the
execution began to question the purveyor, who told him every
circumstance of his killing the little hump-back, and how he
conveyed his corpse to the place where the Christian merchant found
him. You were about, added he, to put to death an innocent person;
for how can he be guilty of the death of a man who was dead before
he came at him? It is enough for me to have killed a Mussulman,
without loading my conscience with the death of a Christian, who is
not guilty.
The sultan of Casgar’s purveyor having publicly charged himself
with the death of the little hunch-backed man, the officer could not
avoid doing justice to the merchant. Let the Christian go, said he
to the executioner, and hang this man in his room, since it appears
by his own confession that he is guilty. Thereupon, the hangman
released the merchant, and clapped the rope around the purveyor’s
neck; but just when he was going to pull him up, he heard the voice
of the Jewish doctor, earnestly entreating him to suspend the
execution, and make room for him to come to the foot of the gallows.
When he appeared before the judge, My lord, said he, this Mussulman
you are going to hang is not guilty; all the guilt lies at my door.
Last night, a man and a woman, unknown to me, came to my door with a
sick man they had brought along; my maid went and opened it without
a light, and received from them a piece of money, with a commission
to come and desire me, in their name, to step down, and look at the
sick person. While she was delivering her message to me, they
conveyed the sick person to the stair-head, and disappeared. I went
down without staying till my servant had lighted a candle, and in
the dark happened to stumble upon the sick person, and kick him down
stairs. At length, I saw he was dead, and that it was the crooked
Mussulman, whose death you are now about to avenge. So my wife and I
took the corpse, and after conveying it up to the roof of our house,
shoved it to the roof of the purveyor, our next neighbour, whom you
were going to put to death unjustly, and let it down the chimney
into his chamber. The purveyor, finding it in his house, took the
little man for a thief; and after beating him, concluded he had
killed him; but that it was not so, you will be convinced by this my
deposition; so that I am the only author of the murder; --and though
it was committed undesignedly, I have resolved to expiate my crime,
that I may not have to charge myself with the death of two
Mussulmen, and hinder you from executing the sultan’s purveyor,
whose innocence I have now revealed. So pray dismiss him, and put me
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