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CHAPITRE XXXV - L'HONNEUR DE GABRIEL.
Même si l'excitation populaire au sujet de la mort de Jentham avait été vive, ce n'était presque rien comparé à celle qui balaya Beorminster quand son meurtrier fut découvert et arrêté. Personne n'avait jamais fait le rapprochement entre Mosk et le crime, et même après son arrestation, beaucoup se refusaient à croire en sa culpabilité. Néanmoins, lorsque l'homme fut amené devant les magistrats, la preuve présentée contre lui par Baltic était si forte et si claire et si irréfutable que, sans aucune opposition de la Chambre, le prisonnier fut engagé à subir son procès lors des assises suivantes. Mosk ne se défendit pas, ne fit même aucune remarque, il accepta son destin avec une apathie morose, plongé dans un état de léthargie et d'hébétude, d'où rien ni personne ne put le tirer. Ses sens semblaient avoir été médusés par la soudaineté de la calamité.
De nombreuses personnes furent surprises que l'évêque eût été présent lors de l'arrestation de l'individu, et certaines lui reprochèrent même de s'être rendu au Derby Winner. Ils murmuraient qu'une personnalité religieuse n'avait pas à se trouver dans le voisinage d'un débit de boisson aussi louche. Mais Mme Pansey, pour une fois du côté du bon droit, mit bientôt un terme à cette discussion en informant tout un chacun que l'évêque avait visité l'établissement à sa demande pour s'assurer que les comptes rendus et les médisances étaient véridiques. Que Mosk eût été arrêté alors que le révérend Pendle menait ses investigations était une pure coïncidence, et qu'il était grandement à l'honneur de Monseigneur qu'il eût aidé à arrêter le meurtrier. En fait, Mme Pansey n'avait pas la certitude qu'il ait lui-même, de ses nobles mains, procédé à l'arrestation du malheureux.
Et qu'en était-il de l'évêque ? Il se réjouissait que Mme Pansey, pour flatter sa propre vanité, eût présenté ainsi les choses pour sa présence dans l'établissement, car elle avait rendu inutile toute nécessité d'expliquer la vérité qui eût été fort gênante. Il avait aussi emporté avec lui le paquet que Mosk avait balancé sur la table. Par conséquent, en ce qui concernait la preuve, son secret était toujours bien gardé. Mais le meurtrier le savait, car non seulement le certificat et les lettres étaient dans le paquet, mais il y avait aussi une fiche de notes rédigée par Krant, alias Jentham, qui prouvait clairement que la soi-disant Mme Pendle était bien sa femme.
Si je détruis ces papiers, songea l'évêque, toutes les preuves directes susceptibles de faire éclater la vérité seront éliminées. Mais Mosk sait que Amy n'est pas ma femme, que mon mariage est illégal, que mes enfants sont illégitimes. En représailles pour ma participation dans son arrestation, il peut raconter l'histoire à quelqu'un et révéler le nom de l'église dans laquelle Amy a épousé Krant. Alors le registre de l'église révélera mon secret à toute personne assez curieuse pour fouiller dans les archives. Que dois-je faire ? Que puis-je faire ? Je n'ose aller voir Mosk. Je n'ose demander à Graham d'aller le voir. Il n'y a rien d'autre à faire que d'espérer. Si ce misérable personnage parle, je suis fichu.
Le révérend Pendle s'attendait à cette issue, car il n'avait aucun espoir qu'un criminel grossier et cruel aurait assez d'honneur pour tenir sa langue. Mais cette conviction, bien qu'assez naturelle, montrait à quel point l'évêque se méprenait au sujet de cet homme. Depuis son arrestation, Mosk n'avait dit aucun mal du révérend Pendle, n'avait fait aucune allusion à son secret, et apparemment semblait bien déterminé à l'emporter avec lui jusqu'à l'échafaud. Cependant, le troisième jour de son arrestation, il s'extirpa de son silence prostré et demanda que le jeune M. Pendle puisse venir le voir. Le directeur de la prison, s'attendant à une confession en bonne et due forme auprès d'un pasteur, convia rapidement Gabriel. Le jeune homme répondit aussitôt à cette invitation, car son père l'ayant informé que Mosk avait connaissance du secret, il était très désireux d'apprendre de la bouche de Mosk s'il avait l'intention de parler ou de garder le silence. C'est le cœur battant que Gabriel pénétra dans la cellule.
Une autorisation spéciale permit que l'entretien fût privé, car Mosk avait catégoriquement refusé de parler en présence d'une tierce personne. Il était assis sur son lit quand le pasteur entra, et quand il fut laissé seul avec le jeune homme, il leva ses yeux injectés de sang qu'une lueur de joie éclairait.
— C'est bon d'vot'e part de v'nir voir un pauv'e diable, m'sieur Pendle, dit-il d'une voix reconnaissante. Vot'e gentillesse vous perdra pas, j'peux vous l'dire.
— Vers qui un prêtre ne doit-il pas venir, sinon vers ceux qui ont besoin de lui ?
— Oh, arrêtez ça ! grommela Mosk d'un air dégoûté, si je veux d'la religion, j'peux en avoir plus qu'ma part d'la bouche de Baltic. Il a jamais autant prêché et prié qu'si j'avais été un d'ces fichus sauvages. Non, m'sieur Pendle, c'est pas comm' prêtre qu'j'ai d'mandé qu'vous v'niez, mais comm' un homme ... comm' un gentl'man ! Sa voix se brisa. C't'à propos d'ma pauv' gamine, dit-il à voix basse.
—À propos de Bell, balbutia Gabriel en joignant nerveusement les mains.
— Oui ! J'suppose, m'sieur qu'vous voudrez pus la marier maint'nant ?
— Mosk ! Mosk ! qui serais-je pour faire porter le poids de vos péchés sur sa tête innocente ?
— Plus un mot ! s'écria Mosk, son visage s'éclairant, ce discours biblique signifierait-il que vous allez vous comporter en homme d'honneur.
— De quelle autre façon penseriez-vous que je me sois comporté ? Mosk ! dit Gabriel en posant sa longue main sur le genou de l'homme, après votre arrestation je me suis rendu au Derby Winner. C'était fermé, et il me fut impossible d'entrer, car Bell refusait de me voir. Le choc de votre acte diabolique a rendu votre femme si malade que son état semble désespéré. Bell est à son chevet nuit et jour, de sorte qu'elle n'a pas de temps à me consacrer pour parler de mariage. Mais je vous donne ma parole d'honneur qu'en dépit de la honte que vous lui avez apporté, Bell sera ma femme.
Mosk éclata en sanglots comme un enfant. — Dieu vous bénisse, M. Pendle ! dit-il en sanglots, prenant la main de Gabriel. Vous m'enlevez un grand poids du cœur. Ça m'est égal de m'balancer maintenant, j'dirais même que j'mérite la corde, mais tant qu'elle s'ra bien, ma pauv'fille ! C'est un grand déshonneur pour elle. Et pour Susan aussi. Susan elle en mourra, que j'dis ! Sûr, c'est ma faute ; mais si j'ai péché, j'dois en payer lourdement le prix.
Hélas ! hélas ! le prix du péché c'est la mort.
J'veux pas d'religion, j'leur ai dit, ajouta Mosk en se séchant les yeux; j'ai vécu en mauvais garçon, je mourrai en mauvais garçon.
— Mosk ! Mosk ! même à la onzième heure —
— c'est tout vu, M. Pendle ; je sais tout d'la onzième heure, d'la repentance et le reste de la pourriture. Cessez ce discours, monsieur, et écoutez-moi. Vous resterez fidèle à votre engagement ?
— Sur mon honneur de gentleman. Je l'aime, elle m'est plus chère que jamais.
— C'est c'qu' j'espérais vous entend' dire, monsieur. Vous 'vez t'ujours été un gentleman. Au sujet de vot' histoir', M. Pendle, je sais tout à propos de ce mari...
— Taisez-vous ! l'interrompit Gabriel, tremblant.
— J' n'allais p's en parler, monsieur. Mons'gneur a les papiers qu' j'ai pris ce soir-là, ainsi personne d'aut'e que vous ou vot'e père n'est au courant. J' n'soufflerai un mot de ce mariage avec Krant à personne, pas à la moindre âme solitaire, et quand j's'rai mort le secret mourra avec moi. Vous êtes réglo avec ma pauv'petite, m'sieur, aussi j'vais être réglo avec vous. C'est pas mon genre de couvrir de honte le nom que vous allez donner à ma Bell.
— Merci ! souffla Gabriel, dont l'émotion à cette promesse était si intense qu'il avait du mal à s'exprimer, merci !
— Pas besoin de merci, m'sieur ; vous êtes réglo, et je s'rai réglo. Alors maint'nant que j'm'en occupe, tu f'rais mieux d'yaller. J'ne suis pa en bonn compagnie pour quequ'un comme vous.
— Me laissez-vous dire une prière pour vous, Mosk ?
— Non monsieur ; il est trop tard pour prier pour moi.
Gabriel leva la main solennellement. — Tant que le Christ vit, il n'est pas trop tard. Bien que vos péchés soient si...
— Adieu, l'interrompit Mosk, et se jetant sur son lit, il tourna son visage vers le mur. Gabriel ne put obtenir de lui aucune autre parole de confession ou de repentir. Cependant le prêtre s'agenouilla sur les pierres froides et implora le pardon de Dieu pour ce pécheur obstiné, dont le cœur était endurci envers la grâce divine. Mosk ne semblait aucunement entendre la supplique ; mais alors que Gabriel sortait de la cellule, il se retourna brusquement et lui embrassa la main. — Dieu, dans sa bonté , a pitié de vous et vous pardonne, dit Gabriel, et il laissa le misérable le cœur glacé, grelottant dans le noir, sous l'ombre sombre du gibet.
C'est avec un sentiment de soulagement que le curé retrouva le soleil. Comme il marchait d'un pas vif vers le palais, pour porter la bonne nouvelle à son père, il remercia Dieu dans son cœur que l'ombre du désastre imminent soit derrière eux. Les documents incriminants étaient entre de bonnes mains ; leur secret n'était connu que de Graham, de l'évêque et de lui-même. Quand la vérité serait révélée à sa mère, et que sa position serait rectifiée par un second mariage, Gabriel sentit que tous seraient en sécurité. Cargrim ne savait rien de la vérité et ne pourrait donc rien faire. Avec la découverte du véritable criminel tous ses mauvais plans étaient anéantis ; et il ne restait plus à l'homme à qui il avait tant nui de lui enlever la confiance qu'il avait si honteusement trahie. Quant à Gabriel lui-même, il décida d'épouser Bell Mosk, comme il l'avait promis à son misérable père, puis de naviguer avec sa femme et de partir en mission sur les mers du Sud. Là, ils pourraient commencer une nouvelle vie, et, heureux de leur amour réciproque, ils oublieraient le passé en se dévouant assidûment auprès des païens. Baltic connaissait les mers du sud ; Baltic pourrait les conseiller et les guider sur la façon de commencer leur travail dans le vignoble du Seigneur ; Baltic pourrait les lancer dans une nouvelle carrière pour la gloire de Dieu et semer le bon grain. Plongé dans ces pensées, Gabriel cheminait, enveloppé de visions presque apocalyptiques, et il voyait d'un regard inspiré les malheurs passés de Bell et lui, disparaitre et s'évanouir dans la gloire d'un avenir guidé et offert par Dieu. Ce n'était pas la carrière dont il avait rêvé pour lui-même ; mais il sacrifierait ses ambitions pour l'amour de Bell, et, aidé par l'amour il surmonterait la perte du confort de la civilisation. Vincit , qui se vincit.
Pendant que Gabriel était ainsi aux prises avec ses pensées, Baltic était assis auprès de Mosk, luttant pour lui faire prendre conscience de sa vilénie et de sa faiblesse, et de son besoin du pardon divin. Il avait prié, reproché, été persuasif et implorant, à plusieurs reprises ; mais il était resté jusqu'à présent perplexe devant le cynisme et la nature obstinée de l'individu. Quelqu'un de moins enthousiaste que Baltic eût été découragé, mais, imprégné de fanatisme, l'homme était résolu à conquérir cet ennemi du Christ et à obtenir le retour d'une âme égarée dans les rangs des suppôts de Satan. Avec sa vieille bible usagée sur les genoux, il exposa texte après texte, amplifia le message de rédemption et de pardon, et, de toute l'éloquence religieuse qui sortait de sa bouche, il pressa Mosk de demander pardon à Dieu qu'il avait si profondément offensé. Mais tout ça en vain.
— A quoi bon d'vivre dans l'mal tout'ces années puis de d'venir bon pour les cinq dernières minutes ? Grommela Mosk, avec mépris. Ça n'a aucun sens.
— Pense au voleur repentant, mon frère. Il était dans la même situation que toi, et pourtant il fut conduit au Paradis par le propre fils de Dieu
Mosk haussa les épaules. Ç't'assez facile de promettre, j'os'rais dire ; mais comment j'saurais, comment vous saurez, qu'la promesse s'ra tenue ?
— Crois et tu seras sauvé.
— J'peux pas croire ce qu'vous racontez.
— Pas ce que je dis, pauvre pécheur, mais ce que dit le Christ.
Il n'était pas possible de répondre à cette dernière remarque, aussi Mosk passa-t-il à un autre sujet. — J'aime votre culot, c'est vrai, grommela-t-il, c' vous qui m'avez foutu dans ce pétrin, et maintenant vous voudriez me faire mordre à vos sornettes.
— Je veux sauver ton âme, mon garçon !
— Vous f'riez mieux de m'sauver la vie. Si vous m'aviez foutu la paix, je m's'rais pas fait prendre.
Alors vous seriez resté en état de péché. Tant que vous auriez échappé au châtiment des hommes vous ne vous seriez pas tourné vers Dieu. Maintenant il le faut. C'est votre seul soutien.
—Y l'est pas plus que vous l'êtes. J'appelle pas ça du soutien d'envoyer quelqu'un à la potence !
— Si... quand il a commis un crime, dit Baltic, sévèrement. Vous devez subir et vous repentir, ou Dieu ne vous pardonne pas. Vous êtes comme Caïn, parce que vous avez tué votre frère.
— Vous d'vez prouver ça, grogna Mosk, sournoisement ; regardez-moi, M. Baltic, laissez tomber la religion un moment, et dit'moi comment vous savez qu'j'ai tué c'type.
Baltic referma sa Bible et regarda calmement le prisonnier. — Les preuves contre vous sont parfaitement incontestables, Mosk, dit-il sciemment. J'ai retrouvé les billets volés à l'homme mort. Vous avez payé votre loyer à M. Harry Brace avec le fruit de votre péché.
— Oui je l'ai fait ! dit Mosk, d'un air maussade. — J'sais qu' c'est pas une bonne idée d' dire qu' jai pas tué Jentham, pa'squ' z'êtes tous cont' moi. Mais quelle idée il a eue d'parler d'centaines de livres à un pauv'e garçon comme moi, qu'a pas deux sous à frotter l'un cont'e l'aut'e ? S'il avait t'nu sa langue, j'aurais rien su, et i' s'rait 'core en vie à présent pour qu'vous puissiez essayer de l'remettr' dans le droit ch'min d'la r'ligion. Jentham était un sale type, si vous voulez.
— Nous sommes tous pécheurs, Mosk.
— Certains le sont plus que d'autres. À part qu'j'ai zigouillé Jentham et qu' j'y ai piqué son fric, j'ai jamais fait d'mal à personne, autant que j'sache. Écoutez-moi bien, M'sieur Baltic, j'ai balancé que'ques trucs aujourd'hui avec l'pasteur, maintenant, j' vais un peu vous dire aut'e chose. Z'avez pas un crayon et du papier ?
— Si ! Baltic lui tendit son carnet de poche ainsi que son stylo-plume. — Allez-vous avouer ?
— Je suppose que j'frais aussi bien, dit Mosk en fronçant les sourcils. Vous allez accuser l'jeune M'sieur Pendle, ou l'évêque, si j'le fais pas ; et comme le premier d'entre eux va s'marier avec ma Bell, j'veux pas de problème par là.
— N'avouerez-vous pas la raison de votre péché ?
— Non, j'le f'rai pas. C'est ma fille et non la r'pentance qui m'fait dire la vérité. J'veux lui donner un jeune M'sieur Pendle loyale et honnête.
— Bien, dit Baltic en se préparant à écrire, la confession est le signe que votre cœur s'adoucit.
— C'est sur'ment pas ta religion qui f'ra ça, alors, railla Mosk. — Alors, balancez tout, vieil homme.
L'homme déclara ensuite qu'il était désespérément fauché lorsque Jentham est venu habiter au Derby Winner, et, comme il était incapable de payer son loyer, il craignait que M. Harry ne les renvoie sa femme malade, sa fille bien-aimée et lui à la rue. Jentham, imbibé d'alcool, se vanta à plusieurs reprises qu'il allait toucher une grosse somme d'argent d'un ami inconnu de Southberry Heath, et alla même jusqu'à informer Mosk de l'heure et du lieu où il la recevrait. Il était donc confiant lorsqu'il était très saoul, Mosk lui reprochant de ne pas avoir payé sa pension et son logement. Comme le propriétaire avait grand besoin d'argent, son avarice fut réveillée par l'ampleur de la somme suggérée par Jentham; et pensant que l'homme était un clochard, qui ne manquerait à personne, il décida de l'assassiner et de le voler. Gabriel Pendle avait donné - ou plutôt avait prêté à Mosk un pistolet pour se protéger des bohémiens, des vagabonds et des moissonneurs pendant ses fréquents trajets solitaires nocturnes à travers la lande entre Beorminster et Southberry. Le dimanche où l'argent devait être remis à Cross-Roads, Mosk se rendit à Southberry, et le soir tard, aux alentours de l'heure du rendez-vous, il chevaucha jusqu'à Cross Roads. Il advint un orage qui le retint, aussi fut-ce après que l'évêque eut donné l'argent à Jentham que Mosk arriva. Il vit partir l'évêque, et reconnut son visage à la lumière éblouissante des éclairs. Après que Monseigneur Pendle eut disparu, Mosk se précipita sur Jentham, qui, l'argent en main, se tenait sous la pluie torrentielle à l'abri du panneau indicateur. Il regarda le cheval s'approcher, mais il ne se sauva pas, étant rendu empoté par l'alcool qu'il avait ingurgité plus tôt dans la soirée. Avant que l'homme n'ait pu le reconnaitre, Mosk avait sauté à bas de son cheval, et à bout portant, il avait tiré sur Jentham en plein cœur. Il est tombé dans la boue comme un tas de linge sale, dit Mosk, aussi j'ai just' attaché l'type au panneau indicateur et fouillé dans ses poches. J'ai touché l'gros lot — un paquet d'biftons, qu'c'était— et d'autres papiers comme c'que j'ai trouvé. Puis j'y ai trainé l'corps dans l'fossé de la route, et galopé sur mon cheval pour retourner à Southberry aussi vite qu'jai pu. J'y suis resté toute la nuit, en disant que j'avais fait demi-tour sur le chemin de Beorminster à cause de l'orage. L'jour suivant j'suis revenu à mon hotel, et un s'maine plus tard j'payais mon loyer à Sir Harry avec les billets qu'avais volés. J'n ai donné dix au jeune M. Pendle, et deux d'cinq des miens, comme il voulait en changer vingt. Si j'avais cru qu'c'était dangereux, j' aurais filé à Londres et pris d'aut's billets ; mai j'aurais jamais pensé que j'me frais choper par les numéros. Personne aurait cru que j'le fasse, mais j'l'ai fait. Comment qu'vous avez pensé qu'c'était moi, mon Gouverneur ?
— Tu étais toujours saoul, répondit Baltic, qui avait tout noté, et je t'avais parfois entendu parler tout seul. C'est là que Sir Harry a dit que tu avais payé ton loyer et qu'il ne savait pas où tu avais trouvé l'argent. Après quoi j'ai découvert pour le pistolet et les billets avec lesquels tu avais payé Sir Harry. Je n'avais pas de preuve de ta culpabilité, bien que je te suspectais depuis longtemps ; mais c'est le pistolet que la mère Jael avait ramassé qui m'a mis sur la bonne voie.
— Ah, où qu'il est à c't'heure ? dit Mosk, avec regret. Le ch'val m'la fait tomber des mains quand j'ai éssay" d'lui grimper su'l' dos et j'ai pas eu l'temps de l'chercher dans la boue et l'o'scurité. Vous m'auriez pas attrapé, j'pense, si j'avais pas perdu c'putain d'pistolet.
- Oh ! si, je l'aurais fait, reprit froidement Baltic, les billets vous auraient trahi de toute façon, et je les aurais eus d'une manière ou d'une autre. Je n'ai pas cessé de vous soupçonner.
— J'aurais voulu qu'vous soyez jamais v'nu chez moi, murmura Mosk, mécontent.
— J'y ai été conduit par Dieu pour punir votre péché.
— Ouais ! Et merde ! Filez-moi ces z'aveux que j'les signe.
Mais Baltic, en brave type avisé qu'il était, ne permit pas que cela fût fait sans respecter les formalités. Il fit venir le directeur de la prison dans la cellule et Mosk, un sourire aux lèvres, signa les aveux qui le condamnaient en présence de deux témoins. Le directeur les emporta avec lui et laissa Baltic et le meurtrier de nouveau seuls. Ils se regardèrent.
— Maintenant que je sais tout... commença Baltic.
— Vous n'savez pas tout, interrompit Mosk, avec un rire provocateur, y'a des choses j'ai pas dites, et que j'dirai pas.
— Vous avez avoué votre péché, cela me suffit. Dieu a attendri votre cœur endurci. La grâce descend sur votre âme. Mon frère ! mon frère ! prions.
— J' l' f'rai pas ! Laissez moi seul, s'vous plait ?
Baltic tomba à genoux. — Oh, Dieu de miséricorde, aie pitié de cet homme si malheureux tombé dans l'abîme du péché. Laisse le Rédempteur, ton Fils unique, étendre sa rédemption —,
Mosk commença à entonner un chant comique de sa voix éraillée.
— Sa main secourable, oh mon Dieu, pour sauver cette pauvre âme de la perdition. Qu'il en appelle à Ton très Saint Nom du fond de son cachot. Ne le coupe pas dans...
— Stop ! stop ! Hurla le malheureux, s'enfonçant les doigts dans les oreilles, oh, arrêtez !
— Ses péchés sont rouge sang, mais le précieux sang de l'Agneau va les rendre plus blancs que la laine pure. Aie pitié, Père très saint...
Mosk, excédé et à bout, commença à sangloter de façon hystérique. En l'entendant, Baltic sauta sur ses pieds et posa sa puissante main sur l'épaule du pécheur.
— À genoux ! à genoux, mon frère, cria-t-il d'une voix de stentor, des éclairs dans les yeux, implore la pitié devant le grand Trône blanc. Il est temps maintenant de se repentir. Que Dieu ait pitié de toi ! Que le Christ te sauve ! Que tu échappes à Satan ! Et il força l'homme à s'agenouiller. A terre au nom du Christ.
Le meurtrier laissa échapper un cri étouffé, étranglé, et son corps bascula lourdement en arrière sur les pierres froides. Et Baltic continuait de prier.
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CHAPTER XXXV - THE HONOUR OF GABRIEL.
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His brain appeared to have been stunned by the suddenness of his calamity.
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And the bishop himself?
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Then the register there will disclose my secret to anyone curious enough to search the books.
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What shall I do?
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What can I do?
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I dare not visit Mosk.
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I dare not ask Graham to see him.
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There is nothing to be done but to hope for the best.
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If this miserable man speaks out, I shall be ruined.
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But this belief, although natural enough, showed how the bishop misjudged the man.
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It was with a beating heart that Gabriel was ushered into the prison cell.
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''Tis good of you to come and see a poor devil, Mr Pendle,' he said in a grateful voice.
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'Y'll be no loser by yer kin'ness, I can tell y'.
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'To whom should a priest come, save to those who need him?
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'Oh, stow that!'
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He's never done preachin' and prayin' as if I were a bloomin' 'eathen.
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No, Mr Pendle, it ain't as a priest as I asked y' t' see me, but as a man—as a gentleman!'
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His voice broke.
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'It's about my poor gal,' he whispered.
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'About Bell,' faltered Gabriel, nervously clasping his hands together.
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'Yes!
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I s'pose, sir, you won't think of marryin' her now?
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'Mosk!
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Mosk!
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who am I that I should visit your sins on her innocent head?
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'Hold 'ard!'
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cried Mosk, his face lighting up; 'does that Bible speech mean as y' are goin' to behave honourable?
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'How else did you expect me to behave?
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Mosk!'
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said Gabriel, laying a slim hand on the man's knee, 'after your arrest I went to The Derby Winner.
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It is shut up, and I was unable to enter, as Bell refused to see me.
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The shock of your evil deed has made your wife so ill that her life is despaired of.
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Bell is by her bedside night and day, so this is no time for me to talk of marriage.
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Mosk burst out crying like a child.
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'God bless you, Mr Pendle!'
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he sobbed, catching at Gabriel's hand.
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'You have lifted a weight off my heart.
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It's a sore disgrace to her.
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And Susan, too.
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Susan's dyin', y' say!
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Well, it's my fault; but if I've sinned I've got to pay a long price for it.
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'Alas!
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alas!
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the wages of sin is death.
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'I don't want religion, I tell 'ee,' said Mosk, drying his eyes; 'I've lived bad and I'll die bad.
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'Mosk!
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Mosk!
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even at the eleventh hour—.
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Stow it, sir, and listen.
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You'll keep true to my gal?
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'On the honour of a gentleman.
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I love her; she is as dear to me now as she ever was.
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'That's wot I expected y' to say, sir.
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Y' allays wos a gentleman.
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Now you 'ark, Mr Pendle; I knows all about that mar—.
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'Don't speak of it!'
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interrupted Gabriel, with a shudder.
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'I ain't goin' to, sir.
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You're actin' square by my poor gal, sir, so I'm agoin' to act square by you.
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It ain't for me to cover with shame the name as you're goin' to give my Bell.
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'Thank you!'
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gasped Gabriel, whose emotion at this promise was so great that he could hardly speak, 'thank you!
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'I don' need no thanks, sir; you're square, an' I'm square.
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So now as I've got that orf m' mind you'd better go.
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I ain't fit company for the likes of you.
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'Let me say a prayer, Mosk?
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'No, sir; it's too late to pray for me.
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Gabriel raised his hand solemnly.
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'As Christ liveth, it is not too late.
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Though your sins be as—.
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'Goo'bye,' interrupted Mosk, and throwing himself on his bed, he turned his face to the wall.
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Not another word of confession or repentance could Gabriel get him to speak.
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It was with a sense of relief that the curate found himself once more in the sunshine.
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Cargrim knew nothing of the truth, and therefore could do nothing.
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Vincit, qui se vincit.
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But all in vain.
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'Wot's th' use of livin' bad all these years, and then turnin' good for five minutes?'
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growled Mosk, contemptuously.
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'There ain't no sense in it.
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'Think of the penitent thief, my brother.
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He was in the same position as you now are, yet he was promised paradise by God's own Son!
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Mosk shrugged his shoulders.
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'Believe and you shall be saved.
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'I can't believe what you say.
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'Not what I say, poor sinner, but what Christ says.
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There was no possible answer to this last remark, so Mosk launched out on another topic.
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'I want to save your soul, man!
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'You'd much better have saved my life.
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If you'd left me alone I wouldn't have bin caught.
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'Then you would have gone on living in a state of sin.
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So long as you were safe from the punishment of man you would not have turned to God.
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Now you must.
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He is your only friend.
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'It's more nor you are.
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I don't call it friendship to bring a man to the gallows!
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'I do—when he has committed a crime,' said Baltic, gravely.
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'You must suffer and repent, or God will not forgive you.
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You are Cain, for you have slain your brother.
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Baltic closed his Bible, and looked mildly at the prisoner.
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'The evidence against you is perfectly clear, Mosk,' said he, deliberately.
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'I traced the notes stolen from the dead man to your possession.
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You paid your rent to Sir Harry Brace with the fruits of your sin.
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'Yes, I did!'
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said Mosk, sullenly.
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'I know it ain't no good sayin' as I didn't kill Jentham, for you're one too many for me.
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Jentham was a bad 'un, if you like.
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'We are all sinners, Mosk.
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'Some of us are wuss than others.
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'Ave you pen and paper?
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'Yes!'
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Baltic produced his pocket-book and a stylographic pen.
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'Are you going to confess?
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'I'spose I may as well,' said Mosk, scowling.
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'Won't you confess from a sense of your sin?
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'No, I won't.
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It's my gal and not repentance as makes me tell the truth.
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I want to put her an' young Mr Pendle fair and square.
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'Well,' said Baltic, getting ready to write, 'confession is a sign that your heart is softening.
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'It ain't your religion as is doing it, then,' sneered Mosk.
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'Now then, fire away, old cove.
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I got the cash—a bundle of notes, they wos—and some other papers as I found.
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I guv a ten of 'em to young Mr Pendle, and two fives of m' own, as he wanted to change a twenty.
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No one thought as I did it; but I did.
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'Ow did you think 'twas me, guv'nor?
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Then Sir Harry said that you had paid your rent, and he did not know where you got the money from.
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Afterwards I found out about the pistol and the notes you had paid Sir Harry.
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'Ah, wos it now?'
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said Mosk, with regret.
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Y' wouldn't hev caught me, I s'pose, if it hadn't bin for that bloomin' pistol?
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I suspected you all along.
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'Wish y' 'adn't come to m' house,' muttered Mosk, discontentedly.
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'I was guided there by God to punish your sin.
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'Yah!
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Stuff!
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Gimme that confession and I'll sign it.
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But Baltic, wary old fellow as he was, would not permit this without due formality.
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The governor took it away with him, and again left Baltic and the murderer alone.
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They eyed one another.
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'Now that I know all—' began Baltic.
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'You have confessed your sin, that is enough for me.
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God is softening your hard heart.
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Grace is coming to your soul.
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My brother!
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my brother!
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let us pray.
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'Sha'n't!
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Leave me alone, can't y'?
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Baltic fell on his knees.
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'Oh, merciful God, have pity upon this most unhappy man sunk in the pit of sin.
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Let the Redeemer, Thy only begotten Son, stretch out His saving—.
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Mosk began to sing a comic song in a harsh voice.
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'His saving hand, oh God, to drag this poor soul from perdition.
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Let him call upon Thy most Holy Name out of the low dungeon.
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Cut him not off in the—.
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'Stop!
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stop!'
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shrieked the unhappy man, with his fingers in his ears, 'oh, stop!
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'His sins are as scarlet, but the precious blood of the Lamb will bleach them whiter than fine wool.
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Have mercy, Heavenly Father—.
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Mosk, over-wrought and worn out, began to sob hysterically.
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'On your knees!
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Now is the time for repentance.
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God pity you!
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Christ save you!
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Satan loose you!'
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And he forced the man on to his knees.
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'Down in Christ's name.
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Baltic continued to pray.
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francevw • 14086  commented  7 months, 3 weeks ago

Petit résumé relatif à la question du vouvoiement-tutoiement. Nous pourrons toujours le modifier si nécessaire.
- La plupart des personnages se vouvoient comme sans doute on le faisait à cette époque.
- Les époux se vouvoient
- Les enfants vouvoient leurs parents
- Les parents tutoient leurs enfants
- Le docteur Graham tutoie Harry Brace et les enfants de l'évêque
- Les fiancés ? au début ils se vouvoyaient puis il me semble qu'on a glissé vers le tutoiement
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THE BISHOP'S SECRET by FERGUS HUME (1900)

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List of the characters:
1. Miss Daisy Norsham, Belgravian spinster
2. Mrs. Pansey, an archdeacon's widow
3. Mr. George Pendle, Bishop, Dr. Pendle
4. Mrs. Amy Pendle, the bishop's wife, formerly Mrs. Creagth (widow)
5. Mr. George Pendle, bishop's son, officer, in love with Mab Arden
6. Mr. Gabriel Pendle, bishop's son, curate, allegedly chasing Miss Mosk
7. Miss Lucy Pendle, bishop's daughter
8. Sir Harry Brace, engaged to Lucy Pendle
9. Miss Mab Arden, most beautiful girl in Beorminster
10. Miss Whichello, Mab Arden's aunt
11. Mr. Michael Cargrim, bishop's chaplain, also likes Mab Arden
12. Dr. Graham, doctor, atheist, sceptic
13. Mr. William Mosk, the owner of the The Derby Winner pub
14. Mrs Mosk, his wife
15. Miss Bell Mosk, their daughter
16. Mr. Alder, dean, Dr. Alder
17. Miss Tancred, keeps telling the story about her lost purse
18. John, bishop's servant
19. Mr. Jentham, the man with the scar, the bearer of the bad news

Synopsis:
Bishop Pendle is the Church of England bishop in a small fictitious English cathedral town. Several years into his work, he receives a visit from a disreputable-looking visitor. The bishop is much upset. What transpired between them that has so upset the good churchman? And then there is the murder. Fergus Hume was one of the most prolific and most popular of 19th century novelists. "Mr. Hume won a reputation second to none for plot of the stirring, ingenious, misleading, and finally surprising kind, and for working out his plot in vigorous and picturesque English. In "The Bishop's Secret," while there is no falling off in plot and style, there is a welcome and marvelous broadening out as to the cast of characters, representing an unusually wide range of typical men and women. These are not laboriously described by the author, but are made to reveal themselves in action and speech in a way that has, for the reader, all the charm of personal intercourse with living people…."

TABLE OF CONTENTS https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Bishop%27s_Secret
PREFACE.
CHAPTER I. 'Enter Mrs Pansey As Chorus'
CHAPTER II. The Bishop Is Wanted
CHAPTER III. The Unforeseen Happens
CHAPTER IV. The Curiosity Of Mr Cargrim
CHAPTER V. The Derby Winner
CHAPTER VI. The Man With The Scar
CHAPTER VII. An Interesting Conversation
CHAPTER VIII. On Saturday Night
CHAPTER IX. An Exciting Adventure
CHAPTER X. Morning Service In The Minster
CHAPTER XI. Miss Whichello's Luncheon-party
CHAPTER XII. Bell Mosk Pays A Visit
CHAPTER XIII. A Stormy Night
CHAPTER XIV. 'Rumour Full Of Tongues'
CHAPTER XV. The Gipsy Ring
CHAPTER XVI. The Zeal Of Inspector Tinkler
CHAPTER XVII. A Clerical Detective
CHAPTER XVIII. The Chaplain On The Warpath
CHAPTER XIX. The Bishop's Request
CHAPTER XX. Mother Jael
CHAPTER XXI. Mrs Pansey's Festival
CHAPTER XXII. Mr Mosk Is Indiscreet
CHAPTER XXIII. In The Library
CHAPTER XXIV. The Bishop Asserts Himself
CHAPTER XXV. Mr Baltic, Missionary
CHAPTER XXVI. The Amazement Of Sir Harry Brace
CHAPTER XXVII. What Mother Jael Knew
CHAPTER XXVIII. The Return Of Gabriel
CHAPTER XXIX. The Confession Of Bishop Pendle
CHAPTER XXX. Blackmail
CHAPTER XXXI. Mr Baltic On The Trail
CHAPTER XXXII. The Initials
CHAPTER XXXIII. Mr Baltic Explains Himself
CHAPTER XXXIV. The Wages Of Sin
CHAPTER XXXV. The Honour Of Gabriel
CHAPTER XXXVI. The Rebellion Of Mrs Pendle
CHAPTER XXXVII. Dea Ex Machinâ
CHAPTER XXXVIII. Exit Mr Cargrim
CHAPTER XXXIX. All's Well That Ends Well

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CHAPTER XXXV - THE HONOUR OF GABRIEL.
Great as had been the popular excitement over Jentham's death, it was almost mild compared with that which swept through Beorminster when his murderer was discovered and arrested. No one had ever thought of connecting Mosk with the crime; and even on his seizure by warrant many declined to believe in his guilt. Nevertheless, when the man was brought before the magistrates, the evidence adduced against him by Baltic was so strong and clear and irrefutable that, without a dissenting word from the Bench, the prisoner was committed to stand his trial at the ensuing assizes. Mosk made no defence; he did not even offer a remark; but, accepting his fate with sullen apathy, sunk into a lethargic, unobservant state, out of which nothing and no person could arouse him. His brain appeared to have been stunned by the suddenness of his calamity.
Many people expressed surprise that Bishop Pendle should have been present when the man was arrested, and some blamed him for having even gone to The Derby Winner. A disreputable pot-house, they whispered, was not the neighbourhood in which a spiritual lord should be found. But Mrs Pansey, for once on the side of right, soon put a stop to such talk by informing one and all that the bishop had visited the hotel at her request in order to satisfy himself that the reports and scandals about it were true. That Mosk should have been arrested while Dr Pendle was making his inquiries was a pure coincidence, and it was greatly to the bishop's credit that he had helped to secure the murderer. In fact, Mrs Pansey was not very sure but what he had taken the wretch in charge with his own august hands.
And the bishop himself? He was glad that Mrs Pansey, to foster her own vanity, had put this complexion on his visit to the hotel, as it did away with any need of a true but uncomfortable explanation. Also he had carried home with him the packet tossed on the table by Mosk, therefore, so far as actual proof was concerned, his secret was still his own. But the murderer knew it, for not only were the certificate and letters in the bundle, but there was also a sheet of memoranda set down by Krant, alias Jentham, which proved clearly that the so-called Mrs Pendle was really his wife.
'If I destroy these papers,' thought the bishop, 'all immediate evidence likely to reveal the truth will be done away with. But Mosk knows that Amy is not my wife; that my marriage is illegal, that my children are nameless; out of revenge for my share in his arrest, he may tell someone the story and reveal the name of the church wherein Amy was married to Krant. Then the register there will disclose my secret to anyone curious enough to search the books. What shall I do? What can I do? I dare not visit Mosk. I dare not ask Graham to see him. There is nothing to be done but to hope for the best. If this miserable man speaks out, I shall be ruined.
Dr Pendle quite expected ruin, for he had no hope that a coarse and cruel criminal would be honourable enough to hold his tongue. But this belief, although natural enough, showed how the bishop misjudged the man. From the moment of his arrest, Mosk spoke no ill of Dr Pendle; he hinted at no secret, and to all appearances was quite determined to carry it with him to the scaffold. On the third day of his arrest, however, he roused himself from his sullen silence, and asked that young Mr Pendle might be sent for. The governor of the prison, anticipating a confession to be made in due form to a priest, hastily sent for Gabriel. The young man obeyed the summons at once, for, his father having informed him of Mosk's acquaintance with the secret, he was most anxious to learn from the man himself whether he intended to talk or keep silent. It was with a beating heart that Gabriel was ushered into the prison cell.
By special permission the interview was allowed to be private, for Mosk positively refused to speak in the presence of a third person. He was sitting on his bed when the parson entered, but looked up with a gleam of joy in his blood-shot eyes when he was left alone with the young man.
''Tis good of you to come and see a poor devil, Mr Pendle,' he said in a grateful voice. 'Y'll be no loser by yer kin'ness, I can tell y'.
'To whom should a priest come, save to those who need him?
'Oh, stow that!' growled Mosk, in a tone of disgust; 'if I want religion I can get more than enough from that Baltic cove. He's never done preachin' and prayin' as if I were a bloomin' 'eathen. No, Mr Pendle, it ain't as a priest as I asked y' t' see me, but as a man—as a gentleman!' His voice broke. 'It's about my poor gal,' he whispered.
'About Bell,' faltered Gabriel, nervously clasping his hands together.
'Yes! I s'pose, sir, you won't think of marryin' her now?
'Mosk! Mosk! who am I that I should visit your sins on her innocent head?
'Hold 'ard!' cried Mosk, his face lighting up; 'does that Bible speech mean as y' are goin' to behave honourable?
'How else did you expect me to behave? Mosk!' said Gabriel, laying a slim hand on the man's knee, 'after your arrest I went to The Derby Winner. It is shut up, and I was unable to enter, as Bell refused to see me. The shock of your evil deed has made your wife so ill that her life is despaired of. Bell is by her bedside night and day, so this is no time for me to talk of marriage. But I give you my word of honour, that in spite of the disgrace you have brought upon her, Bell shall be my wife.
Mosk burst out crying like a child. 'God bless you, Mr Pendle!' he sobbed, catching at Gabriel's hand. 'You have lifted a weight off my heart. I don't care if I do swing now; I daresay I deserve to swing, but as long as she's all right!—my poor gal! It's a sore disgrace to her. And Susan, too. Susan's dyin', y' say! Well, it's my fault; but if I've sinned I've got to pay a long price for it.
'Alas! alas! the wages of sin is death.
'I don't want religion, I tell 'ee,' said Mosk, drying his eyes; 'I've lived bad and I'll die bad.
'Mosk! Mosk! even at the eleventh hour—.
'That's all right, Mr Pendle; I know all about th' 'leventh hour, and repentance and the rest of th' rot. Stow it, sir, and listen. You'll keep true to my gal?
'On the honour of a gentleman. I love her; she is as dear to me now as she ever was.
'That's wot I expected y' to say, sir. Y' allays wos a gentleman. Now you 'ark, Mr Pendle; I knows all about that mar—.
'Don't speak of it!' interrupted Gabriel, with a shudder.
'I ain't goin' to, sir. His lor'ship 'ave the papers I took from him as I did for; so no one but yerself an' yer father knows about 'em. I sha'n't breathe a word about that Krant marriage to a single, solitary soul, and when I dies the secret will die with me. You're actin' square by my poor gal, sir, so I'm agoin' to act square by you. It ain't for me to cover with shame the name as you're goin' to give my Bell.
'Thank you!' gasped Gabriel, whose emotion at this promise was so great that he could hardly speak, 'thank you!
'I don' need no thanks, sir; you're square, an' I'm square. So now as I've got that orf m' mind you'd better go. I ain't fit company for the likes of you.
'Let me say a prayer, Mosk?
'No, sir; it's too late to pray for me.
Gabriel raised his hand solemnly. 'As Christ liveth, it is not too late. Though your sins be as—.
'Goo'bye,' interrupted Mosk, and throwing himself on his bed, he turned his face to the wall. Not another word of confession or repentance could Gabriel get him to speak. Nevertheless, the clergyman knelt down on the chill stones and implored God's pardon for this stubborn sinner, whose heart was hardened against the divine grace. Mosk gave no sign of hearing the supplication; but when Gabriel was passing out of the cell, he suddenly rushed forward and kissed his hand. 'God, in His mercy, pity and pardon you, Mosk,' said Gabriel, and left the wretched man with his frozen heart shivering under the black, black shadow of the gallows.
It was with a sense of relief that the curate found himself once more in the sunshine. As he walked swiftly along towards the palace, to carry the good news to his father, he thanked God in his heart that the shadow of impending disaster had passed away. The incriminating papers were in the right hands; their secret was known only to himself, to Graham, and to the bishop. When the truth was told to his mother, and her position had been rectified by a second marriage, Gabriel felt that all would be safe. Cargrim knew nothing of the truth, and therefore could do nothing. With the discovery of the actual criminal all his wicked plans had come to naught; and it only remained for the man he had wronged so deeply to take from him the position of trust which he had so dishonourably abused. As for Gabriel himself, he determined to marry Bell Mosk, as he had promised her miserable father, and to sail with his wife for the mission fields of the South Seas. There they could begin a new life, and, happy in one another's love, would forget the past in assiduous labours amongst the heathen. Baltic knew the South Seas; Baltic could advise and direct how they should begin to labour in that vineyard of the Lord; and Baltic could start them on a new career for the glory of God and the sowing of the good seed. With thoughts like these, Gabriel walked along, wrapped in almost apocalyptic visions, and saw with inspired gaze the past sorrows of himself and Bell fade and vanish in the glory of a God-guided, God-provided future. It was not the career he had shadowed forth for himself; but he resigned his ambitions for Bell's sake, and aided by love overcame his preference for civilised ease. Vincit, qui se vincit.
While Gabriel was thus battling, and thus overcoming, Baltic was seated beside Mosk, striving to bring him to a due sense of his wickedness and weakness, and need of God's forgiveness. He had prayed, and reproved, and persuaded, and besought, many times before; but had hitherto been baffled by the cynicism and stubborn nature of the man. One less enthusiastic than Baltic would have been discouraged, but, braced by fanaticism, the man was resolved to conquer this adversary of Christ and win back an erring soul from the ranks of Satan's evil host. With his well-worn Bible on his knee, he expounded text after text, amplified the message of redemption and pardon, and, with all the eloquence religion had taught his tongue, urged Mosk to plead for mercy from the God he had so deeply offended. But all in vain.
'Wot's th' use of livin' bad all these years, and then turnin' good for five minutes?' growled Mosk, contemptuously. 'There ain't no sense in it.
'Think of the penitent thief, my brother. He was in the same position as you now are, yet he was promised paradise by God's own Son!
Mosk shrugged his shoulders. 'It's easy enough promisin', I daresay; but 'ow do I know, or do you know as the promise 'ull be kept?
'Believe and you shall be saved.
'I can't believe what you say.
'Not what I say, poor sinner, but what Christ says.
There was no possible answer to this last remark, so Mosk launched out on another topic. 'I like yer cheek, I do,' he growled; 'it's you that have got me into this mess, and now you wants me to take up with your preaching.
'I want to save your soul, man!
'You'd much better have saved my life. If you'd left me alone I wouldn't have bin caught.
'Then you would have gone on living in a state of sin. So long as you were safe from the punishment of man you would not have turned to God. Now you must. He is your only friend.
'It's more nor you are. I don't call it friendship to bring a man to the gallows!
'I do—when he has committed a crime,' said Baltic, gravely. 'You must suffer and repent, or God will not forgive you. You are Cain, for you have slain your brother.
'You've got to prove that,' growled Mosk, cunningly; 'look, Mr Baltic, jus' drop religion for a bit, and tell me 'ow you know as I killed that cove.
Baltic closed his Bible, and looked mildly at the prisoner. 'The evidence against you is perfectly clear, Mosk,' said he, deliberately. 'I traced the notes stolen from the dead man to your possession. You paid your rent to Sir Harry Brace with the fruits of your sin.
'Yes, I did!' said Mosk, sullenly. 'I know it ain't no good sayin' as I didn't kill Jentham, for you're one too many for me. But wot business had he to go talkin' of hundreds of pounds to a poor chap like me as 'adn't one copper to rub agin the other? If he'd held his tongue I'd 'ave known nothin', and he'd 'ave bin alive now for you to try your 'and on in the religious way. Jentham was a bad 'un, if you like.
'We are all sinners, Mosk.
'Some of us are wuss than others. With the 'ception of murderin' Jentham and priggin' his cash, I ain't done nothin' to no one as I knows of. Look here, Mr Baltic, I've done one bit of business to-day with the parson, and now I'm goin' to do another bit with you. 'Ave you pen and paper?
'Yes!' Baltic produced his pocket-book and a stylographic pen. 'Are you going to confess?
'I'spose I may as well,' said Mosk, scowling. 'You'll be blaming young Mr Pendle, or the bishop, if I don't; an' as the fust of 'em's goin' to marry my Bell, I don't want trouble there.
'Won't you confess from a sense of your sin?
'No, I won't. It's my gal and not repentance as makes me tell the truth. I want to put her an' young Mr Pendle fair and square.
'Well,' said Baltic, getting ready to write, 'confession is a sign that your heart is softening.
'It ain't your religion as is doing it, then,' sneered Mosk. 'Now then, fire away, old cove.
The man then went on to state that he was desperately hard up when Jentham came to stay at The Derby Winner, and, as he was unable to pay his rent, he feared lest Sir Harry should turn him and his sick wife and much-loved daughter into the streets. Jentham, in his cups, several times boasted that he was about to receive a large sum of money from an unknown friend on Southberry Heath, and on one occasion went so far as to inform Mosk of the time and place when he would receive it. He was thus confidential when very drunk, on Mosk reproaching him with not paying for his board and lodging. As the landlord was in much need of money, his avarice was roused by the largeness of the sum hinted at by Jentham; and thinking that the man was a tramp, who would not be missed, he determined to murder and rob him. Gabriel Pendle had given—or rather, had lent—Mosk a pistol to protect himself from gipsies, and vagrants, and harvesters on his frequent night journeys across the lonely heath between Beorminster and Southberry. On the Sunday when the money was to be paid at the Cross-Roads, Mosk rode over to Southberry; and late at night, about the time of the appointment, he went on horseback to the Cross Roads. A storm came on and detained him, so it was after the bishop had given the money to Jentham that Mosk arrived. He saw the bishop departing, and recognised his face in the searching glare of the lightning flashes. When Dr Pendle had disappeared, Mosk rode up to Jentham, who, with the money in his hand, stood in the drenching rain under the sign-post. He looked up as the horse approached, but did not run away, being rendered pot-valiant by the liquor he had drunk earlier in the evening. Before the man could recognise him, Mosk had jumped off his horse; and, at close quarters, had shot Jentham through the heart. 'He fell in the mud like a 'eap of clothes,' said Mosk, 'so I jus' tied up the 'oss to the sign-post, an' went through his pockets. I got the cash—a bundle of notes, they wos—and some other papers as I found. Then I dragged his corp into a ditch by the road, and galloped orf on m' oss as quick as I cud go back to Southberry. There I stayed all night, sayin' as I'd bin turned back by the storm from riding over to Beorminster. Nex' day I come back to m' hotel, and a week arter I paid m' rent to Sir 'Arry with the notes I'd stole. I guv a ten of 'em to young Mr Pendle, and two fives of m' own, as he wanted to change a twenty. If I'd know'd as it was dangerous I'd hev gone up to London and got other notes; but I never thought I'd be found out by the numbers. No one thought as I did it; but I did. 'Ow did you think 'twas me, guv'nor?
'You were always drunk,' answered Baltic, who had written all this down, 'and I sometimes heard you talking to yourself. Then Sir Harry said that you had paid your rent, and he did not know where you got the money from. Afterwards I found out about the pistol and the notes you had paid Sir Harry. I had no proof of your guilt, although I suspected you for a long time; but it was the pistol which Mother Jael picked up that put me on the right track.
'Ah, wos it now?' said Mosk, with regret. 'Th' 'oss knocked that out of m' 'and when I wos tyin' him up, and I 'adn't no time to look for it in the mud an' dark. Y' wouldn't hev caught me, I s'pose, if it hadn't bin for that bloomin' pistol?
'Oh, yes, I would,' rejoined Baltic, coolly; 'the notes would have hanged you in any case, and I would have got at them somehow. I suspected you all along.
'Wish y' 'adn't come to m' house,' muttered Mosk, discontentedly.
'I was guided there by God to punish your sin.
'Yah! Stuff! Gimme that confession and I'll sign it.
But Baltic, wary old fellow as he was, would not permit this without due formality. He had the governor of the gaol brought to the cell, and Mosk with a laugh signed the confession which condemned him in the presence of two witnesses. The governor took it away with him, and again left Baltic and the murderer alone. They eyed one another.
'Now that I know all—' began Baltic.
'Y' don't know all,' interrupted Mosk, with a taunting laugh; 'there's sumthin' I ain't told y', an' I ain't agoin' to tell.
'You have confessed your sin, that is enough for me. God is softening your hard heart. Grace is coming to your soul. My brother! my brother! let us pray.
'Sha'n't! Leave me alone, can't y'?
Baltic fell on his knees. 'Oh, merciful God, have pity upon this most unhappy man sunk in the pit of sin. Let the Redeemer, Thy only begotten Son, stretch out His saving—.
Mosk began to sing a comic song in a harsh voice.
'His saving hand, oh God, to drag this poor soul from perdition. Let him call upon Thy most Holy Name out of the low dungeon. Cut him not off in the—.
'Stop! stop!' shrieked the unhappy man, with his fingers in his ears, 'oh, stop!
'His sins are as scarlet, but the precious blood of the Lamb will bleach them whiter than fine wool. Have mercy, Heavenly Father—.
Mosk, over-wrought and worn out, began to sob hysterically. At the sound of that grief Baltic sprang to his feet and laid a heavy hand on the shoulder of the sinner.
'On your knees! on your knees, my brother,' he cried in trumpet tones, with flashing eyes, 'implore mercy before the Great White Throne. Now is the time for repentance. God pity you! Christ save you! Satan loose you!' And he forced the man on to his knees. 'Down in Christ's name.
A choking, strangled cry escaped from the murderer, and his body pitched forward heavily on the cold stones. Baltic continued to pray.