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o　asked　you　to　interfere？'

‘Now　then！'　exclaimed　the　barman　to　the　cause　of　the　trouble；　‘Outside！'

‘Not　me！'　said　the　Semi…drunk　firmly。　　‘Not　before　I've　'ad　my　'arf　…'

But　before　he　could　conclude；　the　barman　had　clutched　him　by　the　collar；　dragged　him　violently　to　the　door　and　shot　him　into　the　middle　of　the　road；　where　he　fell　in　a　heap　almost　under　the　wheels　of　a　brewer's　dray　that　happened　to　be　passing。　　This　accomplished；　Alf　shut　the　door　and　retired　behind　the　counter　again。

‘Serve　'im　bloody　well　right；'　said　Crass。

‘I　couldn't　'elp　laughin'　when　I　seen　'im　go　flyin'　through　the　bloody　door；'　said　Bundy。

‘You　oughter　'ave　more　sense　than　to　go　interferin'　like　that；'　said　Crass　to　Philpot。　　‘It　was　nothing　to　do　with　you。'

Philpot　made　no　reply。　　He　was　standing　with　his　back　to　the　others；　peeping　out　into　the　street　over　the　top　of　the　window　casing。　　Then　he　opened　the　door　and　went　out　into　the　street。　　Crass　and　the　others　…　through　the　window　…　watched　him　assist　the　Semi…drunk　to　his　feet　and　rub　some　of　the　dirt　off　his　clothes；　and　presently　after　some　argument　they　saw　the　two　go　away　together　arm　in　arm。

Crass　and　the　others　laughed；　and　returned　to　their　half…finished　drinks。

‘Why；　old　Joe　ain't　drunk　'ardly　'arf　of　'is！'　cried　Easton；　seeing　Philpot's　porter　on　the　counter。　　'Fancy　going　away　like　that！'

‘More　fool　'im；'　growled　Crass。　　‘There　was　no　need　for　it：　the　man's　all　right。'

The　Besotted　Wretch　gulped　his　beer　down　as　quickly　as　he　could；　with　his　eyes　fixed　greedily　on　Philpot's　glass。　He　had　just　finished　his　own　and　was　about　to　suggest　that　it　was　a　pity　to　waste　the　porter　when　Philpot　unexpectedly　reappeared。

‘Hullo！　　What　'ave　you　done　with　'im？'　inquired　Crass。

‘I　think　'e'll　be　all　right；'　replied　Philpot。　　‘He　wouldn't　let　me　go　no　further　with　'im：　said　if　I　didn't　go　away；　'e'd　go　for　me！　　But　I　believe　'e'll　be　all　right。　　I　think　the　fall　sobered　'im　a　bit。'

‘Oh；　'e's　all　right；'　said　Crass　offhandedly。　　‘There's　nothing　the　matter　with　'im。'

Philpot　now　drank　his　porter；　and　bidding　‘good　night'　to　the　Old　Dear；　the　landlady　and　the　Besotted　Wretch；　they　all　set　out　for　home。　As　they　went　along　the　dark　and　lonely　thoroughfare　that　led　over　the　hill　to　Windley；　they　heard　from　time　to　time　the　weird　roaring　of　the　wild　animals　in　the　menagerie　that　was　encamped　in　the　adjacent　field。　Just　as　they　reached　a　very　gloomy　and　deserted　part；　they　suddenly　observed　a　dark　object　in　the　middle　of　the　road　some　distance　in　front　of　them。　　It　seemed　to　be　a　large　animal　of　some　kind　and　was　coming　slowly　and　stealthily　towards　them。

They　stopped；　peering　in　a　half…frightened　way　through　the　darkness。　The　animal　continued　to　approach。　　Bundy　stooped　down　to　the　ground；　groping　about　in　search　of　a　stone；　and　…　with　the　exception　of　Crass；　who　was　too　frightened　to　move　…　the　others　followed　his　example。　They　found　several　large　stones　and　stood　waiting　for　the　creature　…　whatever　it　was　…　to　come　a　little　nearer　so　as　to　get　a　fair　shot　at　it。　　They　were　about　to　let　fly　when　the　creature　fell　over　on　its　side　and　moaned　as　if　in　pain。　　Observing　this；　the　four　men　advanced　cautiously　towards　it。　　Bundy　struck　a　match　and　held　it　over　the　prostrate　figure。　　It　was　the　Semi…drunk。

After　parting　from　Philpot；　the　poor　wretch　had　managed　to　walk　all　right　for　some　distance。　　As　Philpot　had　remarked；　the　fall　had　to　some　extent　sobered　him；　but　he　had　not　gone　very　far　before　the　drink　he　had　taken　began　to　affect　him　again　and　he　had　fallen　down。　Finding　it　impossible　to　get　up；　he　began　crawling　along　on　his　hands　and　knees；　unconscious　of　the　fact　that　he　was　travelling　in　the　wrong　direction。　　Even　this　mode　of　progression　failed　him　at　last；　and　he　would　probably　have　been　run　over　if　they　had　not　found　him。　　They　raised　him　up；　and　Philpot；　exhorting　him　to　‘pull　himself　together'　inquired　where　he　lived。　　The　man　had　sense　enough　left　to　be　able　to　tell　them　his　address；　which　was　fortunately　at　Windley；　where　they　all　resided。

Bundy　and　Philpot　took　him　home；　separating　from　Crass　and　Easton　at　the　corner　of　the　street　where　both　the　latter　lived。

Crass　felt　very　full　and　satisfied　with　himself。　He　had　had　six　and　a　half　pints　of　beer；　and　had　listened　to　two　selections　on　the　polyphone　at　a　total　cost　of　one　penny。

Easton　had　but　a　few　yards　to　go　before　reaching　his　own　house　after　parting　from　Crass；　but　he　paused　directly　he　heard　the　latter's　door　close；　and　leaning　against　a　street　lamp　yielded　to　the　feeling　of　giddiness　and　nausea　that　he　had　been　fighting　against　all　the　way　home。　　All　the　inanimate　objects　around　him　seemed　to　be　in　motion。　The　lights　of　the　distant　street　lamps　appeared　to　be　floating　about　the　pavement　and　the　roadway　rose　and　fell　like　the　surface　of　a　troubled　sea。　　He　searched　his　pockets　for　his　handkerchief　and　having　found　it　wiped　his　mouth；　inwardly　congratulating　himself　that　Crass　was　not　there　to　see　him。　　Resuming　his　walk；　after　a　few　minutes　he　reached　his　own　home。　　As　he　passed　through；　the　gate　closed　of　itself　after　him；　clanging　loudly。　　He　went　rather　unsteadily　up　the　narrow　path　that　led　to　his　front　door　and　entered。

The　baby　was　asleep　in　the　cradle。　　Slyme　had　gone　up　to　his　own　room；　and　Ruth　was　sitting　sewing　by　the　fireside。　　The　table　was　still　set　for　two　persons；　for　she　had　not　yet　taken　her　tea。

Easton　lurched　in　noisily。　　‘'Ello；　old　girl！'　he　cried；　throwing　his　dinner　basket　carelessly　on　the　floor　with　an　affectation　of　joviality　and　resting　his　hands　on　the　table　to　support　himself。　　‘I've　come　at　last；　you　see。'

Ruth　left　off　sewing；　and；　letting　her　hands　fall　into　her　lap；　sat　looking　at　him。　　She　had　never　seen　him　like　this　before。　　His　face　was　ghastly　pale；　the　eyes　bloodshot　and　red…rimmed；　the　lips　tremulous　and　moist；　and　the　ends　of　the　hair　of　his　fair　moustache；　stuck　together　with　saliva　and　stained　with　beer；　hung　untidily　round　his　mouth　in　damp　clusters。

Perceiving　that　she　did　not　speak　or　smile；　Easton　concluded　that　she　was　angry　and　became　grave　himself。

‘I've　come　at　last；　you　see；　my　dear；　better　late　than　never。'

He　found　it　very　difficult　to　speak　plainly；　for　his　lips　trembled　and　refused　to　form　the　words。

‘I　don't　know　so　much　about　that；'　said　Ruth；　inclined　to　cry　and　trying　not　to　let　him　see　the　pity　she　could　not　help　feeling　for　him。　‘A　nice　state　you're　in。　　You　ought　to　be　ashamed　of　yourself。'

Easton　shook　his　head　and　laughed　foolishly。　　‘Don't　be　angry；　Ruth。　It's　no　good；　you　know。'

He　walked　clumsily　towards　her；　still　leaning　on　the　table　to　steady　himself。

‘Don't　be　angry；'　he　mumbled　as　he　stooped　over　her；　putting　his　arm　round　her　neck　and　his　face　close　to　hers。　　‘It's　no　good　being　angry；　you　know；　dear。'

She　shrank　away；　shuddering　with　involuntary　disgust　as　he　pressed　his　wet　lips　and　filthy　moustache　upon　her　mouth。　　His　fetid　breath；　foul　with　the　smell　of　tobacco　and　beer；　and　the　odour　of　the　stale　tobacco　smoke　that　exuded　from　his　clothes　filled　her　with　loathing。　　He　kissed　her　repeatedly　and　when　at　last　he　released　her　she　hastily　wiped　her　face　with　her　handkerchief　and　shivered。

Easton　said　he　did　not　want　any　tea；　and　went　upstairs　to　bed　almost　immediately。　　Ruth　did　not　want　any　tea　either　now；　although　she　had　been　very　hungry　before　he　came　home。　　She　sat　up　very　late；　sewing；　and　when　at　length　she　did　go　upstairs　she　found　him　lying　on　his　back；　partly　undressed　on　the　outside　of　the　bedclothes；　with　his　mouth　wide　open；　breathing　stertorously。



Chapter　20

The　Forty　Thieves。　　The　Battle：　Brigands　versus　Bandits


This　is　an　even　more　unusually　dull　and　uninteresting　chapter；　and　introduces　several　matters　that　may　appear　to　have　nothing　to　do　with　the　case。　　The　reader　is　nevertheless　entreated　to　peruse　it；　because　it　contains　certain　information　necessary　to　an　understanding　of　this　history。

The　town　of　Mugsborough　was　governed　by　a　set　of　individuals　called　the　Municipal　Council。　　Most　of　these　‘representatives　of　the　people'　were　well…to…do　or　retired　tradesmen。　　In　the　opinion　of　the　inhabitants　of　Mugsborough；　the　fact　that　a　man　had　succeeded　in　accumulating　money　in　business　was　a　clear　demonstration　of　his　fitness　to　be　entrusted　with　the　business　of　the　town。

Consequently；　when　that　very　able　and　successful　man　of　business　Mr　George　Rushton　was　put　up　for　election　to　the　Council　he　was　returned　by　a　large　majority　of　the　votes　of　the　working　men　who　thought　him　an　ideal　personage　。。。

These　Brigands　did　just　as　they　pleased。　　No　one　ever　interfered　with　them。　　They　never　consulted　the　ratepayers　in　any　way。　　Even　at　election　time　they　did　not　trouble　to　hold　meetings：　each　one　of　them　just　issued　a　kind　of　manifesto　setting　forth　his　many　noble　qualities　and　calling　upon　the　people　for　their　votes：　and　the　latter　never　failed　to　respond。　　They　elected　the　same　old　crew　time　after　time　。。。

The　Brigands　committed　their　depredations　almost　unhindered；　for　the　voters　were　engaged　in　the　Battle　of　Life。　　Take　the　public　park　for　instance。　　Like　so　many　swine　around　a　trough　…　they　were　so　busily　engaged　in　this　battle　that　most　of　them　had　no　time　to　go　to　the　park；　or　they　might　have　noticed　that　there　were　not　so　many　costly　plants　there　as　there　should　have　been。　　And　if　they　had　inquired　further　they　would　have　discovered　that　nearly　all　the　members　of　the　Town　Council　had　very　fine　gardens。　　There　was　reason　for　these　gardens　being　so　grand；　for　the　public　park　was　systematically　robbed　of　its　best　to　make　them　so。

There　was　a　lake　in　the　park　where　large　numbers　of　ducks　and　geese　were　kept　at　the　ratepayers'　expense。　　In　addition　to　the　food　provided　for　these　fowl　with　public　money；　visitors　to　the　park　used　to　bring　them　bags　of　biscuits　and　bread　crusts。　　When　the　ducks　and　geese　were　nicely　fattened　the　Brigands　used　to　carry　them　off　and　devour　them　at　home。　　When　they　became　tired　of　eating　duck　or　goose；　some　of　the　Councillors　made　arrangements　with　certain　butchers　and　traded　away　the　birds　for　meat。

One　of　the　most　energetic　members　of　the　Band　was　Mr　Jeremiah　Didlum；　the　house…furnisher；　who　did　a　large　hire　system　tra