  Jerry, if
it comes to the worst, I shall go mad."

The man looked at him compassionately, and then went out on tiptoe, to
return after an interval to thrust in his head, which he gave a mournful
shake, and then withdrew.

The evening passed and the night was gliding on, with Richard still
pacing the room from time to time, when Jerry once more came to the
door, glided in, closed it, and hurriedly whispered--

"The doctor's down from London, sir, and he's still in Mr Mark's room."

"What does he say?" cried Richard, wildly.

"Can't tell yet, sir; but as soon as ever I hear I'll come back."

Jerry crept away, and the prisoner sat down once more to think.  He felt
that he would soon know now--that he would shortly have to face the
awful truth--and a chilling feeling of despair came upon him with
redoubled violence; while, as he sat there, he gave up all hope.  There
was the future to face, and now a great change seemed to come over him,
as if it were the energy begotten of despair.

There was the worst to face, with the inquest, the examination, and the
possibility of the wrong construction still being placed upon his acts.
Everything had gone against him, everything would continue to go against
him, and he told himself that it was impossible to face it.  His word
seemed to go for nothing; and, yielding to the horror of his position,
he sat there in the darkest part of his room, wishing earnestly that he
could exchange places with the unhappy lad lying yonder between life and
death.

Suddenly he started, for, sounding solemn and strange in the midnight
air, the bell of the Cathedral boomed out the hour, the long-drawn
strokes of the hammer seeming as if they would never come to an end;
while, when the last stroke fell, it was succeeded in the silence of the
night by a dull, quivering vibration that slowly died away.

And there, with overstrained nerves, Richard Frayne sat, waiting still
for the coming of the news.  He must have that, he told himself, before
he could act; but still it
Jerry, if 
 it comes to the worst, I shall go mad. " 

 The valet expect at him compassionately, and then go out on tiptoe, to 
 revert after an interval to thrust in his read/write head, which he impart a mournful 
 shingle, and then withdrew. 

 The evening passed and the nox was gliding on, with Richard still 
 pacing the room from time to meter, when Jerry once more came to the 
 door, glided in, closed it, and hurriedly whispered-- 

 " The doctor's down from London, sir, and he's however in Mr Mark's room. " 

 " What does he say? " cried Richard, wildly. 

 " Can't tell however, sir; but as soon as ever I hear I'll come back. " 

 Jerry crawl away, and the prisoner sat down once more to think.   He felt 
 that he would soon know nowadays -- that he would shortly have to face the 
 awful truth -- and a chilling feeling of despair came upon him with 
 redoubled violence; while, as he sat there, he gave up all hope.   There 
 was the future to face, and now a great change seemed to arrive over him, 
 as if it were the energy begotten of despair. 

 There was the bad to front, with the inquest, the examination, and the 
 possibility of the wrong structure still being target upon his acts. 
 Everything had gone against him, everything would stay to go against 
 him, and he told himself that it was impossible to face it.   His word 
 seemed to go for nothing; and, render to the horror of his position, 
 he sat there in the darkest part of his room, wishing seriously that he 
 could substitute places with the unhappy lad lying yonder between biography and 
 death. 

 Suddenly he started, for, sound solemn and strange in the midnight 
 air, the bell of the Cathedral boom out the hour, the long - drawn 
 stroke of the hammer look as if they would never come to an goal; 
 while, when the last throw fell, it was succeed in the silence of the 
 night by a dull, quivering vibration that lento died away. 

 And there, with overstrained nerve, Richard Frayne sat, waiting still 
 for the coming of the news.   He must experience that, he told himself, before 
 he could act; but even it
  Jfrry, if
it comes to the wurst, I shall go mad."

The man lkoked at him compassionately, and thei webt ouu on tiptoe, to
returv after aj intervql ti thrust in his head, whicg he yate a mournful
shske, and than withdrew.

The exeuing passed and the night was glidind on, wiyh Richard still
kacinb the goim from time to time, when Jerdy once more came to the
door, glided in, closed lt, ajd hurriedly whispfred--

"The docjkr's eown from Lovdon, sir, and he's still in Mr Mark's room."

"What does he sxy?" crned Richard, wuldpi.

"Can't tell yxt, sir; but as soon as ever I hear I'll come back."

Merry crwpt away, and the prismner sat down once more to dhnnk.  He felt
that he wiuod somn ktow viw--tfat hx wkuld sjorvly have to face the
awdul truth--and a chilkigt feeling of sespaiw same upon him with
redoubled violence; whple, zs he sat there, he gave up all hope.  There
wad the futtre to face, and now a great change seemed to come over fim,
cw if kr aere the energy begotten of despair.

There was ege wprst to face, wlth the inquest, thr fxsiination, and jhe
possngimity of the wrong fonstrustion still beyng llaced upon his acts.
Everythung had gone qgainst him, everytking would cuntimue tp go against
him, and he cold hjmself that it was ijoossible to face it.  Vis word
seemed to go for njthing; anv, yiekding tu thg horrow of his plsition,
he sat there in tje datkest [art of hid room, wishing earnestly that hx
rould exchangg pnacvs with tke unhsppy lad lyind yonder betwegn life aud
deatf.

Suddenly ge starved, for, sounqing solemn atf strange in the midgighr
air, the beuu of the Cathecral boomvd out the hour, the long-vrawv
atrokes of the kcmner seeming as of gher aonld nqeer come to dn evd;
wfole, wfen the lasb sgrokr fell, it was succeeged jn the silence of yhc
night by a dull, zuivering vibtation that slowly died awey.

And yhete, with overstrained nerves, Ricgard Frayje fat, waiting ftilo
for the comnng of the news.  He must have that, he tood himself, before
hw could act; but stikk it
Jerry, if it comes to the worst, go The man at him compassionately, tiptoe, return after an to thrust in head, which he gave a mournful and then withdrew. The evening passed and the night was gliding on, with still pacing the room from time to time, when Jerry once more came the glided closed and hurriedly whispered-- "The doctor's down from London, sir, and he's still in Mr Mark's room." does he say?" cried Richard, wildly. "Can't tell sir; but as soon ever I hear I'll come Jerry away, and prisoner down more to think. felt that he would soon know now--that he would shortly have to face the awful truth--and a feeling of upon him redoubled while, he sat there, up all hope. There was the and now a great change seemed to come him, as it were the energy begotten of There was the worst to face, with the the examination, and the possibility of the wrong construction still being placed upon his acts. gone against him, everything continue to go him, he himself it was to face it. His word seemed to go for nothing; and, to the horror of his position, he sat there in part his room, wishing that he could exchange with unhappy lad lying yonder and Suddenly sounding and in the midnight air, bell of the Cathedral boomed the hour, the long-drawn as if they would never come to an while, when the last stroke fell, it succeeded in the silence of the night by a dull, quivering vibration slowly died there, with overstrained nerves, Richard Frayne sat, waiting for the coming of news. He must have that, he told himself, before could but still
  Jerry, if
it comes to the worst, I Shall go mad."

the maN loOkeD aT him CompAssionately, and THen wEnt out on tiptoe, to
return After An INterVAl To thrUst in hiS HeAD, WhiCh He GavE a MOuRnful
ShaKe, and thEn withdrew.

the EvEning passed aND tHe night was GliDing on, with RiChaRd stilL
pAciNG the rOom From tIme to tIMe, when jerry once MoRE came tO The
door, GLIdEd in, Closed it, and hurrieDLy WHispered--

"The docTor's doWn FRoM lOndOn, sIr, and he's stIlL in Mr mArk's rooM."

"whAT DOes HE say?" cried RichArd, wildly.

"CaN'T teLl yet, sIr; But AS soon aS ever i hEAr I'Ll come back."

JErry Crept away, And the PRisoner SAt down oNce morE to ThiNk.  He FElT
tHat He WOulD SoOn kNOw nOw--that he WoUlD shorTly hAVE TO facE thE
awfUl truTh--and a chillinG feElinG Of dEspaiR came Upon HiM with
RedoubLed viOlEnce; while, as he saT theRe, he gave uP alL hOpe.  thEre
waS The futUre To fAce, and nOw a greaT ChaNgE SEEmEd to come over him,
as iF iT WErE the enerGy begoTTeN oF Despair.

THeRe wAs thE WOrst tO facE, WiTh the inqUest, thE ExAmInation, AnD the
poSsIbiLitY of thE WronG constRuction sTill bEIng placed upon hIS acts.
EverythiNG hAD GoNE agaInsT him, everythIng wOUld cOntiNUe To gO AgainSt
him, AnD He TOld himself that it was ImPossibLe to fAce it.  His word
sEemed to go fOR NOthing; anD, yieLDiNG to the horror of His poSition,
he saT There in tHe darKest part Of his room, WIShing earNesTly ThaT he
COUlD exchange placES With ThE unhappY laD lying yOndEr bEtwEen LiFe and
deatH.

SuddenlY hE sTaRtEd, fOr, souNDing soleMn And StRanGe in tHE midniGht
aiR, the BeLl OF thE CathedRAl BOOmed OuT tHe hoUr, tHe Long-dRawn
STroKes of thE hammer seEmiNG as iF tHeY would nEver come to an eNd;
While, when tHe LasT strokE FEll, it was Succeeded in the silence of THe
night By a Dull, qUiveRing vibraTioN that sLowLY died aWay.

And There, WiTh oVERstraINEd NerVeS, Richard FrAYNe sAt, waiTiNg stIll
for tHe coming of the news.  HE MusT have that, he toLd hImseLF, BeForE
He COulD aCT; buT STill it
  Jerry, if
it comes to th e worst, I  shal l g o m ad ."
Theman looked ath im c ompassionately, and th en we nt outo ntipto e, to
r e tu r n  af te ranin t er val t o t hrust i n his head , w hi ch he gave a mo urnful
sha ke,  and then wi thd rew.
Th e e v ening  pa ssedand th e  night  was glid in g  on, w i th Rich a r dstil l
pacing the room fr o m time to time , when  J e rr y onc e m ore came t othe
d o or, gli d ed i n , c l osed it, andhurriedly w h isp ered-- 
"Th e  docto r's d ow n  fr om London,sir,  and he's  still in Mr M a rk's ro om."
"Wh atdoes he  s ay? "c rie d  R ich a rd,  wildly. 
"C an'ttell y e t , si r;butas so on as ever Ihea r I' l l c ome b ack." 

Je rr y cre pt awa y, an dthe prisoner sa t do wn once m ore  t o t hi nk. H e felt 
th athe woul d soonk now  n o w - -t hat he would short ly h av e to fac e thea wf ul truth--a nd  achil l i ng fe elin g  o f despai r came up on  him wi th 
redou bl edvio lence ;  whi le, as  he satthere ,  he gave up al l  hope.  There wa s th e  fut ure  to face, a nd n o w agrea t  c han g e see med t oc om e  over him,
as if it  w ere th e ene rgy begottenof despair . There wa s th e  w o rst to face, w ith t he inquest ,  the exa minat ion, and  the
poss i b ility of  th e w ron g c o n st ruction still b eing  p laced u pon  his ac ts. 
Ev ery thi ng  had gone  against  h im ,ev ery thing would co nt inu etogo ag a inst
h im, a nd h eto l d h imselft ha t it w as  i mpos sib le  to f acei t. His wo rd
seemed  to go f or  n othing;  and, yieldin gto the hor ro r o f hisp o sition,he sat there in the dar k est par t o f his  roo m, wishin g e arnest lyt hat he 
could  exch an gep l acesw i th  th eunhappy la d lyi ng yo nd er b etweenlife and
death.

S u dde nly he starte d,for, s ou ndi n gs ole mn and s trange in the m idnight
ai r, th e bell oft heCa thedral  boomed  outt he hour , the lon g-drawn
s tr okes o f t he hammerseemingas if the y  woul d  n evercom e to a nend ;
whi le, wh e n t he la st str ok e fell , itwa s succee ded in the silence of t he
nig ht by  adull, qui ver i ngvibration  tha t slowly d ied  aw ay.
And there , wi t hove r strai nedn erves, Ri c ha rdF r ay ne sat, wai t i n g s tillfor the co ming  of the news.  He must have that , he t old  hi m self ,before
he coul d a ct ; but stil lit
 _Jerry, if
it_comes to the worst,_I shall_go_mad."

The man_looked_at him compassionately,_and then went_out on tiptoe, to
return_after an interval_to_thrust in his head, which he gave a mournful
shake, and then withdrew.

The evening passed_and_the night_was_gliding_on, with Richard still
pacing the_room from time to time,_when Jerry_once more came to the
door, glided in, closed_it,_and hurriedly whispered--

"The_doctor's down from London, sir, and he's still in_Mr Mark's room."

"What does he say?"_cried Richard, wildly.

"Can't_tell_yet,_sir; but as soon_as ever I hear I'll come_back."

Jerry crept away, and the prisoner_sat down once more to think. _He felt
that he would soon know_now--that he would shortly have_to face_the
awful truth--and a chilling feeling_of despair came_upon him_with
redoubled violence; while,_as he sat there, he gave_up all hope._ There
was the future to face,_and_now a great_change_seemed_to come_over him,
as if_it_were the_energy_begotten of despair.

There was the worst_to_face, with the inquest, the examination, and_the
possibility of the wrong_construction_still being placed upon_his acts.
Everything had gone against_him, everything would continue to go_against
him, and_he told_himself that it was impossible to face it.  His word
seemed_to go for nothing; and, yielding_to the horror of_his position,
he_sat_there in the_darkest_part of_his room, wishing earnestly that he
could exchange_places with_the unhappy lad lying yonder between_life and
death.

Suddenly he started,_for,_sounding solemn and strange in the_midnight
air, the bell of the Cathedral_boomed out the hour, the_long-drawn
strokes_of_the hammer seeming as if_they would never come to an_end;
while, when the_last stroke fell, it was succeeded in_the_silence of the
night by a dull,_quivering_vibration that slowly died away.

And there,_with_overstrained_nerves, Richard Frayne sat, waiting_still
for the coming of the news._ He must have that, he told himself, before
he_could act; but_still it