on!â
Ruthlessly pressed, the countryman closed his eyes once more, sought inspiration, and reopened them. ââOw about mad?â he asked.
âThatâs always a possibility,â answered Richard.
âBut, mind ye, not one oâ them madmen ye can tell by the look of âem. Ordinâry person. Same as you and me might be, if one of us was mad, sittinâ âere and torkinâ, and not knowinâ which!â Yes, this countryman undoubtedly had ideas! Richard regarded him quizzically while the ideas ran on: âI knew a feller once, clever as politishun, âe was, and youâd never know there was screw loose. Poured out tea fer me many a time, âe did, and âOne lump fer you, George,â âeâd say, âIâm not one fer fergettinâ.â And one day âe goes out and comes back on a cow sayinâ âeâs Black Prince. Back to the Battle oâ Crecy, âe was. Well, then, sir, mebbe this other oneâone weâre torkinâ aboutââ He paused and looked down at his newspaper, which had slipped on to the floor of the compartment. âMebbe this other one, now, thinks âeâs Crippen?â
He stooped, and regained the paper.
âAnd mebbe, if âe does, weâll soon be readinâ about third murder.â He opened his paper.
âAnd mebbe, again, it isnât man at all, but girl !â
This apparently exhausted the countryman of his complete stock of notions, and he buried himself behind his newspaper again to find new ones.
Richard, staring unprofitably at the newspaper screen, found himself frowning. He wondered why he was frowning.
Having nothing else to do, he set about trying to discover the reason. One frequently falls into a depressed state without being conscious of the cause, and the depression usually remains until one has unearthed the cause and proved its folly. Richard hoped, by this same process, to dispel his frown and to rid himself of a vague, disturbing sensation.
Was he annoyed with the countryman for having conversed with him about the murders? Couldnât be that. The murders were to-dayâs bright topics! To-morrowâs would be a Government reverse, and the next dayâs a fire in Fleet Street. Was he annoyed with himself for having entered into the conversation and encouraged it? Couldnât be that, either. He had not committed himself in any way. How could one commit oneself to a simple-minded countryman? â¦
âWatch yourself, Richard!â he thought. âYouâre getting over-sensitive!â
Was he worried by the countrymanâs allusion to lunatics, and did he think the countryman might be one himself? Ridiculous! Was he worried by the countrymanâs suggestion that the murderer was a girl?â¦
âMight be that,â he conjectured, fretfully. âYesâmight be that!â
But he knew it wasnât that. He knew it was something far more subtle, something that remained just round the corner of his eye, like an untrappable shadow. A moving shadow. Now with a vague shape. Now with no shape. Now with a shape again. A shape like a horse.â¦
Horse? Why, on earth, a horse? Yet it was a horse! There it was, galloping absurdly through Richardâs mind! A black horse. And, on the horse, a prince. A black princeâ¦
âEureka!â thought Richard, galvanically. âThe Black Prince! And that Battle of Crecy! Thatâs whatâs worrying me! How the devil does a simple countryman who canât pronounce his âhâsâ know that the Black Prince fought at Crecy?â
The discovery of the cause did not, in this case, conclude the discomfort. On the contrary, the discomfort was increased, and for several stations Richard revolved the discovery in his mind, trying to ridicule it out of its assumption of significance. If only the countryman had lowered his newspaper and had continued with his
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