The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 229: what you’re looking at

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WHO IS THE CULPRIT? 199 mitted to his Majesty’s prison of Newgate to take your trial at the ensuing Sessions, on the charge of murder.” “IT can only say to your worship,’ spoke Eaton, in a firm and resolute voice, ‘‘ that I am innocent of this foul deed which is imputed to me,— as innocent as I now firmly believe that young girl to be whom you have Just discharged from the dock. That a tremendous mass of circumstantial evidence has accumulated against me, I readily admit; but there is a key to the reading of this terrible mystery, a clue to the unravelling of this skein of incidents, at present so tangled and so complicated. That is, however, my secret for the present; useless and unavailing were it to enter upon any explanations at this moment or in this place. No, for a more solemn occasion and a higher tribunal shall be reserved a narrative the details of which will cause every heart to thrill with horror throughout the land, and turn into sympathy and commiseration the loath- ing and abhorrence which in the meantime may attach unto me. I have now no more to say; your worship has resolved upon committing me for trial, and I am forced to bow to that decision.” Having thus spoken in a firm and manly tone, the Hon- ourable Arthur Eaton resigned himself to the constables who stood ready to lead him away from the police office; and as he traversed the crowd which opened to afford him and the officers room to pass, he was astonished to perceive that those looks which had so recently surveyed him with horror and aversion now contemplated him with a mournful interest and a sorrowful compassion. “They are already convinced of my innocence,” he thought within himself; and, his eyes filling with tears, he threw glances of mute but eloquent gratitude around him. | “Poor fellow!’’ whispered one individual to another. “Yes, it is as you say,”’ was the response given by the person thus addressed. ‘‘ He is decidedly mad.” ‘“ A monomaniac.”’ ‘* And his mania is murder.” These remarks, rapidly exchanged in a low tone, were-by no means intended to be overheard by the Honourable Arthur Eaton; they nevertheless met his ears, and, striking with an almost overwhelming violence upon his brain, they IS (C(O)