curious
little furrow, well ridged above, showing how tightly Jack Ketch's
necktie had been drawn when its wearer was hurried through the
gates of eternity.
"They looks foolish-like, rather than terrified, or
- or hurt," said Bunting wonderingly.
He was extraordinarily moved and fascinated by those
dumb, staring faces.
But young Chandler exclaimed in a cheerful,
matter-of-fact voice, "Well, a man would look foolish at such a
time as that, with all his plans brought to naught - and knowing
he's only got a second to live - now wouldn't he?"
"Yes, I suppose he would," said Bunting slowly.
Daisy had gone a little pale. The sinister,
breathless atmosphere of the place was beginning to tell on her.
She now began to understand that the shabby little objects lying
there in the glass case close to her were each and all links in the
chain of evidence which, in almost every case, had brought some
guilty man or woman to the gallows.
"We had a yellow gentleman here the other day,"
observed the guardian suddenly; "one of those Brahmins - so they
calls themselves. Well, you'd a been quite surprised to see how
that heathen took on! He 'declared - what was the word he used? " -
he turned to Chandler.
"He said that each of these things, with the
exception of the casts, mind you - queer to say, he left them out -
exuded evil, that was the word he used! Exuded - squeezed out it
means. He said that being here made him feel very bad. And twasn't
all nonsense either. He turned quite green under his yellow skin,
and we had to shove him out quick. He didn't feel better till he'd
got right to the other end of the passage!"
"There now! Who'd ever think of that?" said Bunting.
"I should say that man 'ud got something on his conscience,
wouldn't you?"
"Well, I needn't stay now," said Joe's good-natured
friend. "You show your friends round, Chandler. You knows the place
nearly as well as I do, don't you?"
He smiled at Joe's visitors, as if to say good-bye,
but it seemed that he could not tear himself away after all.
"Look here," he said to Bunting. "In this here
little case are the tools of Charles Peace. I expect you've heard
of him."
"I should think I have!" cried Bunting eagerly.
"Many gents as comes here thinks this case the most
interesting of all. Peace was such a wonderful man! A great
inventor they say he would have been, had he been put in the way of
it. Here's his ladder; you see it folds up quite compactly, and
makes a nice little bundle - just like a bundle of old sticks any
man might have been seen carrying about London in those days
without attracting any attention. Why, it probably helped him to
look like an honest working man time and time again, for on being
arrested he declared most solemnly he'd always carried that ladder
openly under his arm."
"The daring of that!" cried Bunting.
"Yes, and when the ladder was opened out it could
reach from the ground to the second storey of any old house. And,
oh! how clever he was! Just open one section, and you see the other
sections open automatically; so Peace could stand on the ground and
force the thing quietly up to any window he wished to reach. Then
he'd go away again, having done his job, with a mere bundle of old
wood under his arm! My word, he was artful! I wonder if you've
heard the tale of how Peace once lost a finger. Well, he guessed
the constables were instructed to look out for a man missing a
finger; so what did he do?"
"Put on a false finger," suggested Bunting.
"No, indeed! Peace made up his mind just to do
without a hand altogether. Here's his false stump: you see, it's
made of wood - wood and black felt? Well, that just held his hand
nicely. Why, we considers that one of the most ingenious
contrivances in the whole museum."
Meanwhile, Daisy had let go her hold of her father.
With Chandler in delighted attendance, she bad moved away to the
farther end of the great room, and now she was bending
little furrow, well ridged above, showing how tightly Jack Ketch's
necktie had been drawn when its wearer was hurried through the
gates of eternity.
"They looks foolish-like, rather than terrified, or
- or hurt," said Bunting wonderingly.
He was extraordinarily moved and fascinated by those
dumb, staring faces.
But young Chandler exclaimed in a cheerful,
matter-of-fact voice, "Well, a man would look foolish at such a
time as that, with all his plans brought to naught - and knowing
he's only got a second to live - now wouldn't he?"
"Yes, I suppose he would," said Bunting slowly.
Daisy had gone a little pale. The sinister,
breathless atmosphere of the place was beginning to tell on her.
She now began to understand that the shabby little objects lying
there in the glass case close to her were each and all links in the
chain of evidence which, in almost every case, had brought some
guilty man or woman to the gallows.
"We had a yellow gentleman here the other day,"
observed the guardian suddenly; "one of those Brahmins - so they
calls themselves. Well, you'd a been quite surprised to see how
that heathen took on! He 'declared - what was the word he used? " -
he turned to Chandler.
"He said that each of these things, with the
exception of the casts, mind you - queer to say, he left them out -
exuded evil, that was the word he used! Exuded - squeezed out it
means. He said that being here made him feel very bad. And twasn't
all nonsense either. He turned quite green under his yellow skin,
and we had to shove him out quick. He didn't feel better till he'd
got right to the other end of the passage!"
"There now! Who'd ever think of that?" said Bunting.
"I should say that man 'ud got something on his conscience,
wouldn't you?"
"Well, I needn't stay now," said Joe's good-natured
friend. "You show your friends round, Chandler. You knows the place
nearly as well as I do, don't you?"
He smiled at Joe's visitors, as if to say good-bye,
but it seemed that he could not tear himself away after all.
"Look here," he said to Bunting. "In this here
little case are the tools of Charles Peace. I expect you've heard
of him."
"I should think I have!" cried Bunting eagerly.
"Many gents as comes here thinks this case the most
interesting of all. Peace was such a wonderful man! A great
inventor they say he would have been, had he been put in the way of
it. Here's his ladder; you see it folds up quite compactly, and
makes a nice little bundle - just like a bundle of old sticks any
man might have been seen carrying about London in those days
without attracting any attention. Why, it probably helped him to
look like an honest working man time and time again, for on being
arrested he declared most solemnly he'd always carried that ladder
openly under his arm."
"The daring of that!" cried Bunting.
"Yes, and when the ladder was opened out it could
reach from the ground to the second storey of any old house. And,
oh! how clever he was! Just open one section, and you see the other
sections open automatically; so Peace could stand on the ground and
force the thing quietly up to any window he wished to reach. Then
he'd go away again, having done his job, with a mere bundle of old
wood under his arm! My word, he was artful! I wonder if you've
heard the tale of how Peace once lost a finger. Well, he guessed
the constables were instructed to look out for a man missing a
finger; so what did he do?"
"Put on a false finger," suggested Bunting.
"No, indeed! Peace made up his mind just to do
without a hand altogether. Here's his false stump: you see, it's
made of wood - wood and black felt? Well, that just held his hand
nicely. Why, we considers that one of the most ingenious
contrivances in the whole museum."
Meanwhile, Daisy had let go her hold of her father.
With Chandler in delighted attendance, she bad moved away to the
farther end of the great room, and now she was bending
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