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"Bide a moment, good sir, there is none in hearing, and I would
say a word to thee."
"My duty forbids it, sir; prithee hinder me not, the night comes
"Stay, nevertheless, for the matter concerns thee nearly. Turn
thy back a moment and seem not to see: LET THIS POOR LAD ESCAPE."
"This to me, sir! I arrest thee in--"
"Nay, be not too hasty. See thou be careful and commit no foolish
error"--then he shut his voice down to a whisper, and said in the
man's ear--"the pig thou hast purchased for eightpence may cost
thee thy neck, man!"
The poor constable, taken by surprise, was speechless, at first,
then found his tongue and fell to blustering and threatening; but
Hendon was tranquil, and waited with patience till his breath was
spent; then said--
"I have a liking to thee, friend, and would not willingly see thee
come to harm. Observe, I heard it all--every word. I will prove
it to thee." Then he repeated the conversation which the officer
and the woman had had together in the hall, word for word, and
"There--have I set it forth correctly? Should not I be able to
set it forth correctly before the judge, if occasion required?"
The man was dumb with fear and distress, for a moment; then he
rallied, and said with forced lightness--
"'Tis making a mighty matter, indeed, out of a jest; I but plagued
the woman for mine amusement."
"Kept you the woman's pig for amusement?"
The man answered sharply--
"Nought else, good sir--I tell thee 'twas but a jest."
"I do begin to believe thee," said Hendon, with a perplexing
mixture of mockery and half-conviction in his tone; "but tarry
thou here a moment whilst I run and ask his worship--for nathless,
he being a man experienced in law, in jests, in--"
He was moving away, still talking; the constable hesitated,
fidgeted, spat out an oath or two, then cried out--
"Hold, hold, good sir--prithee wait a little--the judge! Why,
man, he hath no more sympathy with a jest than hath a dead
corpse!--come, and we will speak further. Ods body! I seem to be
in evil case--and all for an innocent and thoughtless pleasantry.
I am a man of family; and my wife and little ones-- List to
reason, good your worship: what wouldst thou of me?"
"Only that thou be blind and dumb and paralytic whilst one may
count a hundred thousand--counting slowly," said Hendon, with the
expression of a man who asks but a reasonable favour, and that a
very little one.
"It is my destruction!" said the constable despairingly. "Ah, be
reasonable, good sir; only look at this matter, on all its sides,
and see how mere a jest it is--how manifestly and how plainly it
is so. And even if one granted it were not a jest, it is a fault
so small that e'en the grimmest penalty it could call forth would
be but a rebuke and warning from the judge's lips."
Hendon replied with a solemnity which chilled the air about him--
"This jest of thine hath a name, in law,--wot you what it is?"
"I knew it not! Peradventure I have been unwise. I never dreamed
it had a name--ah, sweet heaven, I thought it was original."
"Yes, it hath a name. In the law this crime is called Non compos
mentis lex talionis sic transit gloria mundi."
"Ah, my God!"
"And the penalty is death!"
"God be merciful to me a sinner!"
"By advantage taken of one in fault, in dire peril, and at thy
mercy, thou hast seized goods worth above thirteenpence ha'penny,
paying but a trifle for the same; and this, in the eye of the law,
is constructive barratry, misprision of treason, malfeasance in
office, ad hominem expurgatis in statu quo--and the penalty is
death by the halter, without ransom, commutation, or benefit of
"Bear me up, bear me up, sweet sir, my legs do fail me! Be thou
merciful--spare me this doom, and I will turn my back and see
nought that shall happen."
"Good! now thou'rt wise and reasonable. And thou'lt restore the
"I will, I will indeed--nor ever touch another, though heaven send
it and an archangel fetch it. Go--I am blind for thy sake--I see
nothing. I will say thou didst break in and wrest the prisoner
from my hands by force. It is but a crazy, ancient door--I will
batter it down myself betwixt midnight and the morning."
"Do it, good soul, no harm will come of it; the judge hath a
loving charity for this poor lad, and will shed no tears and break
no jailer's bones for his escape."
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