J. COLE. 71

I went over all the events of that dreadful
night.

When I had finished, Dick sat for some
moments quite silent, then with a weary ges-
ture, passing his hand across his forehead, he
remarked sadly : —

“I can’t make nothing of it; it’s a thing
beyond my understanding. I’m that dazed
like, I can’t see nothin’ straight. However,
what Pve got to do is to find Joe, and that
I mean to do; if he’s alive I’ll find him, and
then let him speak for hisself. I don’t believe
he’s done nothing wrong, but if he has done
ever so little or ever so much, he’ll ‘own up
to it whatever it is,’ that’s what Joe’ll do. I
told him to lay by them words and hold to
‘em, and I’ll lay my life he’ll do as I told
him. I’ve got a bed down Marylebone way,
at my aunt’s what’s married to a policeman;
I'm to stay there, and I’ll have a talk with
‘em about this and get some advice. I know
Joe’s innercent, and why don’t he come and
say so? But I'll find him.”’

I inquired about the old people, and how
they bore their trial.