"It's right! I done it ... that pore copper in the fog! She sent 'im reelin'--into me arms--but I done all the rest. Never meant to, mind yer, but that's neither here nor there. Ready to swing, I was, an' don't care now if I do! She saved me--little knock-out--an' look 'ow I went an' tret 'er for it!... Gawd, doctor, wot a fair swine I was!" But the crime doctor had even less time to listen to him now; for the eyes of eyes had opened, were gazing up into his; and not one of them had heard the window raised behind the curtains, or the clanging thud upon the iron steps just underneath. THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The Crime Doctor, by Ernest William Hornung