“I fear you will make nothing of him, George. He is set upon it, and I don’t know what IS to be done.”
George got up, went back to Leopold, and plied him with the very best of arguments. But they were of no avail. There was for him but one door out of hell, and that was the door of confession—let what might lie on the other side of it.
“Who knows,” he said, “but the law of a life for a life may have come of compassion for the murderer?”
“Nonsense!” said George. “It comes of the care of society over its own constituent parts.”
“Whatever it came from, I know this,” returned Leopold, “that, since I made up my mind to confess, I am a man again.”
George was silent. He found himself in that rare condition for him—perplexity. It would be most awkward if the thing came to be talked of! Some would even be fools enough to believe the story! Entire proof of madness would only make such set it down as the consequence—or, if pity prevailed, then as the cause of the deed. They might be compelled to shut him up, to avoid no end of the most frightful annoyances. But Helen, he feared, would not consent to that. And then his story was so circumstantial—and therefore so far plausible—that there was no doubt most magistrates would be ready at once to commit him for trial—and then where would there be an end of the most offensive embarrassments!
Thus George reflected uneasily. But at length an idea struck him.
“Well,” he said lightly, “if you will, you will. We must try to make it as easy for you as we can. I will manage it, and go with you. I know all about such things, you know. But it won’t do just to-day. If you were to go before a magistrate, looking as you do now, he would not listen to a word you uttered. He would only fancy you in a fever and send you to bed. If you are quiet to-day—let me see—to-morrow is Sunday—and if you are in the same mind on Monday, I will take you to Mr. Hooker—he’s one of the county magistrates, and you shall make your statement to him.”
“Thank you.—I should like Mr. Wingfold to go too.”
“Soh!” said George to himself.