I am writing these lines alone while he has gone to the Mews to treat with the dastardly, heartless wretch with whom I spoke yesterday.
Robert says the creature--I won't call him a man--must be humored and kept deceived about poor Mary's end, in order that we may discover and bring to justice the monster whose drunken blow was the death of her.I shall know no ease of mind till her murderer is secured, and till I am certain that he will be made to suffer for his crimes.I wanted to go with Robert to the Mews, but he said it was best that he should carry out the rest of the investigation alone, for my strength and resolution had been too hardly taxed already.He said more words in praise of me for what I have been able to do up to this time, which I am almost ashamed to write down with my own pen.Besides, there is no need; praise from his lips is one of the things that I can trust my memory to preserve to the latest day of my life.
May 3d.Robert was very long last night before he came back to tell me what he had done.He easily recognized the hunchback at the corner of the Mews by my description of him; but he found it a hard matter, even with the help of money, to overcome the cowardly wretch's distrust of him as a stranger and a man.
However, when this had been accomplished, the main difficulty was conquered.The hunchback, excited by the promise of more money, went at once to the Red Lion to inquire about the person whom he had driven there in his cab.Robert followed him, and waited at the corner of the street.The tidings brought by the cabman were of the most unexpected kind.The murderer--I can write of him by no other name--had fallen ill on the very night when he was driven to the Red Lion, had taken to his bed there and then, and was still confined to it at that very moment.His disease was of a kind that is brought on by excessive drinking, and that affects the mind as well as the body.The people at the public house call it the Horrors.
Hearing these things, Robert determined to see if he could not find out something more for himself by going and inquiring at the public house, in the character of one of the friends of the sick man in bed upstairs.He made two important discoveries.First, he found out the name and address of the doctor in attendance.
Secondly, he entrapped the barman into mentioning the murderous wretch by his name.This last discovery adds an unspeakably fearful interest to the dreadful misfortune of Mary's death.Noah Truscott, as she told me herself in the last conversation I ever had with her, was the name of the man whose drunken example ruined her father, and Noah Truscott is also the name of the man whose drunken fury killed her.There is something that makes one shudder, something supernatural in this awful fact.Robert agrees with me that the hand of Providence must have guided my steps to that shop from which all the discoveries since made took their rise.He says he believes we are the instruments of effecting a righteous retribution; and, if he spends his last farthing, he will have the investigation brought to its full end in a court of justice.
May 4th.Robert went to-day to consult a lawyer whom he knew in former times The lawyer was much interested, though not so seriously impressed as he ought to have been by the story of Mary's death and of the events that have followed it.He gave Robert a confidential letter to take to the doctor in attendance on the double-dyed villain at the Red Lion.Robert left the letter, and called again and saw the doctor, who said his patient was getting better, and would most likely be up again in ten days or a fortnight.This statement Robert communicated to the lawyer, and the lawyer has undertaken to have the public house properly watched, and the hunchback (who is the most important witness)sharply looked after for the next fortnight, or longer if necessary.Here, then, the progress of this dreadful business stops for a while.
May 5th.Robert has got a little temporary employment in copying for his friend the lawyer.I am working harder than ever at my needle, to make up for the time that has been lost lately.
May 6th.To-day was Sunday, and Robert proposed that we should go and look at Mary's grave.He, who forgets nothing where a kindness is to be done, has found time to perform the promise he made to me on the night when we first met.The grave is already, by his orders, covered with turf, and planted round with shrubs.
Some flowers, and a low headstone, are to be added, to make the place look worthier of my poor lost darling who is beneath it.
Oh, I hope I shall live long after I am married to Robert! I want so much time to show him all my gratitude!
May 20th.A hard trial to my courage to-day.I have given evidence at the police-office, and have seen the monster who murdered her.
I could only look at him once.I could just see that he was a giant in size, and that he kept his dull, lowering, bestial face turned toward the witness-box, and his bloodshot, vacant eyes staring on me.For an instant I tried to confront that look; for an instant I kept my attention fixed on him--on his blotched face--on the short, grizzled hair above it--on his knotty, murderous right hand, hanging loose over the bar in front of him, like the paw of a wild beast over the edge of its den.Then the horror of him--the double horror of confronting him, in the first place, and afterward of seeing that he was an old man--overcame me, and I turned away, faint, sick, and shuddering.I never faced him again; and, at the end of my evidence, Robert considerately took me out.
When we met once more at the end of the examination, Robert told me that the prisoner never spoke and never changed his position.
He was either fortified by the cruel composure of a savage, or his faculties had not yet thoroughly recovered from the disease that had so lately shaken them.The magistrate seemed to doubt if he was in his right mind; but the evidence of the medical man relieved this uncertainty, and the prisoner was committed for trial on a charge of manslaughter.
