"
Well
,
it
was
this
way
,
"
returned
Mr.
Enfield
:
"
I
was
coming
home
from
some
place
at
the
end
of
the
world
,
about
three
o
'
clock
of
a
black
winter
morning
,
and
my
way
lay
through
a
part
of
town
where
there
was
literally
nothing
to
be
seen
but
lamps
.
Street
after
street
,
and
all
the
folks
asleep
--
street
after
street
,
all
lighted
up
as
if
for
a
procession
and
all
as
empty
as
a
church
--
till
at
last
I
got
into
that
state
of
mind
when
a
man
listens
and
listens
and
begins
to
long
for
the
sight
of
a
policeman
.
All
at
once
,
I
saw
two
figures
:
one
a
little
man
who
was
stumping
along
eastward
at
a
good
walk
,
and
the
other
a
girl
of
maybe
eight
or
ten
who
was
running
as
hard
as
she
was
able
down
a
cross
street
.
Well
,
sir
,
the
two
ran
into
one
another
naturally
enough
at
the
corner
;
and
then
came
the
horrible
part
of
the
thing
;
for
the
man
trampled
calmly
over
the
child
's
body
and
left
her
screaming
on
the
ground
.
It
sounds
nothing
to
hear
,
but
it
was
hellish
to
see
.
It
was
n't
like
a
man
;
it
was
like
some
damned
Juggernaut
.
I
gave
a
view-halloa
,
took
to
my
heels
,
collared
my
gentleman
,
and
brought
him
back
to
where
there
was
already
quite
a
group
about
the
screaming
child
.
He
was
perfectly
cool
and
made
no
resistance
,
but
gave
me
one
look
,
so
ugly
that
it
brought
out
the
sweat
on
me
like
running
.
The
people
who
had
turned
out
were
the
girl
's
own
family
;
and
pretty
soon
,
the
doctor
,
for
whom
she
had
been
sent
,
put
in
his
appearance
.
Well
,
the
child
was
not
much
the
worse
,
more
frightened
,
according
to
the
Sawbones
;
and
there
you
might
have
supposed
would
be
an
end
to
it
.
But
there
was
one
curious
circumstance
.
I
had
taken
a
loathing
to
my
gentleman
at
first
sight
.
So
had
the
child
's
family
,
which
was
only
natural
.
But
the
doctor
's
case
was
what
struck
me
.
He
was
the
usual
cut-and-dry
apothecary
,
of
no
particular
age
and
colour
,
with
a
strong
Edinburgh
accent
,
and
about
as
emotional
as
a
bagpipe
.
Well
,
sir
,
he
was
like
the
rest
of
us
;
every
time
he
looked
at
my
prisoner
,
I
saw
that
Sawbones
turn
sick
and
white
with
the
desire
to
kill
him
.
I
knew
what
was
in
his
mind
,
just
as
he
knew
what
was
in
mine
;
and
killing
being
out
of
the
question
,
we
did
the
next
best
.
We
told
the
man
we
could
and
would
make
such
a
scandal
out
of
this
,
as
should
make
his
name
stink
from
one
end
of
London
to
the
other
.
If
he
had
any
friends
or
any
credit
,
we
undertook
that
he
should
lose
them
.
And
all
the
time
,
as
we
were
pitching
it
in
red
hot
,
we
were
keeping
the
women
off
him
as
best
we
could
,
for
they
were
as
wild
as
harpies
.
I
never
saw
a
circle
of
such
hateful
faces
;
and
there
was
the
man
in
the
middle
,
with
a
kind
of
black
,
sneering
coolness
--
frightened
too
,
I
could
see
that
--
but
carrying
it
off
,
sir
,
really
like
Satan
.
'
If
you
choose
to
make
capital
out
of
this
accident
,
'
said
he
,
'
I
am
naturally
helpless
.
No
gentleman
but
wishes
to
avoid
a
scene
,
'
says
he
.
'
Name
your
figure
.
'
Well
,
we
screwed
him
up
to
a
hundred
pounds
for
the
child
's
family
;
he
would
have
clearly
liked
to
stick
out
;
but
there
was
something
about
the
lot
of
us
that
meant
mischief
,
and
at
last
he
struck
.
The
next
thing
was
to
get
the
money
;
and
where
do
you
think
he
carried
us
but
to
that
place
with
the
door
?
--
whipped
out
a
key
,
went
in
,
and
presently
came
back
with
the
matter
of
ten
pounds
in
gold
and
a
cheque
for
the
balance
on
Coutts
's
,
drawn
payable
to
bearer
and
signed
with
a
name
that
I
ca
n't
mention
,
though
it
's
one
of
the
points
of
my
story
,
but
it
was
a
name
at
least
very
well
known
and
often
printed
.
The
figure
was
stiff
;
but
the
signature
was
good
for
more
than
that
,
if
it
was
only
genuine
.
I
took
the
liberty
of
pointing
out
to
my
gentleman
that
the
whole
business
looked
apocryphal
,
and
that
a
man
does
not
,
in
real
life
,
walk
into
a
cellar
door
at
four
in
the
morning
and
come
out
of
it
with
another
man
's
cheque
for
close
upon
a
hundred
pounds
.
But
he
was
quite
easy
and
sneering
.
'
Set
your
mind
at
rest
,
'
says
he
,
'
I
will
stay
with
you
till
the
banks
open
and
cash
the
cheque
myself
.
'
So
we
all
set
off
,
the
doctor
,
and
the
child
's
father
,
and
our
friend
and
myself
,
and
passed
the
rest
of
the
night
in
my
chambers
;
and
next
day
,
when
we
had
breakfasted
,
went
in
a
body
to
the
bank
.
I
gave
in
the
check
myself
,
and
said
I
had
every
reason
to
believe
it
was
a
forgery
.
Not
a
bit
of
it
.
The
cheque
was
genuine
.
"
"
Tut-tut
,
"
said
Mr.
Utterson
.
"
I
see
you
feel
as
I
do
,
"
said
Mr.
Enfield
.
"
Yes
,
it
's
a
bad
story
.
For
my
man
was
a
fellow
that
nobody
could
have
to
do
with
,
a
really
damnable
man
;
and
the
person
that
drew
the
cheque
is
the
very
pink
of
the
proprieties
,
celebrated
too
,
and
(
what
makes
it
worse
)
one
of
your
fellows
who
do
what
they
call
good
.
Black-mail
,
I
suppose
;
an
honest
man
paying
through
the
nose
for
some
of
the
capers
of
his
youth
.
Black-Mail
House
is
what
I
call
that
place
with
the
door
,
in
consequence
.
Though
even
that
,
you
know
,
is
far
from
explaining
all
,
"
he
added
,
and
with
the
words
fell
into
a
vein
of
musing
.
From
this
he
was
recalled
by
Mr.
Utterson
asking
rather
suddenly
:
"
And
you
do
n't
know
if
the
drawer
of
the
cheque
lives
there
?
"
"
A
likely
place
,
is
n't
it
?
"
returned
Mr.
Enfield
.
"
But
I
happen
to
have
noticed
his
address
;
he
lives
in
some
square
or
other
.
"
"
And
you
never
asked
about
the
--
place
with
the
door
?
"
said
Mr.
Utterson
.
"
No
,
sir
:
I
had
a
delicacy
,
"
was
the
reply
.
"
I
feel
very
strongly
about
putting
questions
;
it
partakes
too
much
of
the
style
of
the
day
of
judgment
.
You
start
a
question
,
and
it
's
like
starting
a
stone
.
You
sit
quietly
on
the
top
of
a
hill
;
and
away
the
stone
goes
,
starting
others
;
and
presently
some
bland
old
bird
(
the
last
you
would
have
thought
of
)
is
knocked
on
the
head
in
his
own
back-garden
and
the
family
have
to
change
their
name
.
No
,
sir
,
I
make
it
a
rule
of
mine
:
the
more
it
looks
like
Queer
Street
,
the
less
I
ask
.
"
