"Mr. Blake has been arrested this evening. He was arrested as he left the 'Wolfdog Inn.'"
"Is that all?"
"All! Why, it is a matter of life and death with him, as things now look. He must have been mad to give the evidence he did to-day."
"And when am I to be arrested? Or perhaps I am already arrested, and the driver is a policeman?"
"No, no. Nor is there, as far as I can see, a likelihood of anything so horrible taking place."
"Neither the trial nor the scaffold would have the least horror for me now, I shall be ready for my death when they are ready for it. This is my place--for the present, at all events."
They had arrived in Jermyn Street, and she alighted.
CHAPTER XVI.
[THE VERDICT.]
It was a strange room, large and bright and fresh. The air of it was cool without being cold. After all, was it a strange room? Had he not seen it, or something like it, before! But perhaps it was in a dream he had seen that other room. A dream? Much of what had been resembled a dream. Did not all the past look like a dream? How was one to know whether the past had been dream or reality? He could not say. At all events, he was too tired to decide any difficult question. He would go to sleep now--at least he would shut his eyes. That bright, cold glitter of winter sunlight pained his eyes.