crimes committed, as he falsely said, at your instigation."
"Confessed to the Magistrate?" repeated Mathur, almost mechanically, turning pale as death.
"Yes," said the law-agent, "and I started immediately after the confession was worded. I saw the Saheb making preparations for starting, and I am afraid he will be at Radhaganj during the course of the night."
"At Radhaganj during the course of the night?" again iterated Mathur, mechanically.
"Fly, Sir! immediately!" repeated the man.
"Yes; go," said Mathur, mechanically again.
The man went away.
Next morning the busy Irishman came to Mathur Ghose's house, to arrest him personally, a whole posse of policemen following at his heels in a hundred varieties of dress, and an eager rabble pressing close upon them to have a peep at the sort of animal they call a Magistrate, and the pranks he liked to play. Arrived at the house, it was entered, and thoroughly ransacked for the owner, but he was not to be found. At length found he was. There in the godown-mahal, in the very room which had formed the prison of Madhav and so many others of his victims, the master of the house was found—Dead. He had hanged himself.
