Rummles looked up and saw me. “You’ll do,” he said, in a broken, hoarse voice. “I’m done for, and I’d best make what amends I can. I’m doing it for her; not for justice, mind you, but for her—for Nan.”
The Police Magistrate and the clergyman came in just then. The doctor cleared a space round the dying man, and he made his last confession.
He confessed that it was he, who had stolen the watch and had placed it in Nick’s pocket, and allowed Nick to be punished for the theft.
The deposition was read out to him, and, with an effort, he signed his name. “She’s brought me bad luck,” were his last words. “I’ve never had any luck since I took that watch. I’ve never had any luck, since I fell in love with Nan. And just as I was beginning to get on, she came back, and here’s the worst luck of all. But I’d like her to know that I loved her, and that it’s done—for Nan.”
Alfred Curran.
EVE THE SIXTH.
REMARKS OF CHARLES TURRILL, ESQ., M. P., RELATIVE TO AN EPISODE IN THE HOUSE.
By JUSTIN HUNTLY MCCARTHY.
