certainly been five Bank of England notes. He had put the notes into an
envelope, which he had not closed, but had addressed to Mr Crawley, and
had placed this envelope in his friend's hands. He went on to say that
Mrs Arabin would have written, but she was in Paris with her son. Mrs
Arabin was to remain in Paris during his absence in the Holy Land, and
meet him in Italy on his return. As she was so much nearer at hand, the
dean expressed a hope that Mrs Crawley would apply to her if there was
any trouble.

The letter to Mr Walker was conclusive as to the dean's money. Mr
Crawley had not received Lord Lufton's cheque from the dean. Then whence
had he received it? The poor wife was left by the lawyer to obtain
further information from her husband. Ah, who can tell how terrible were
the scenes between that poor pair of wretches, as the wife endeavoured
to learn the truth from her miserable, half-maddened husband! That her
husband had been honest throughout, she had not any shadow of doubt. She
did not doubt that to her at least he endeavoured to tell the truth, as
far as his poor racked imperfect memory would allow him to remember what
was true and what was not true. The upshot of it all was that the
husband declared that he still believed that the money had come to him
from the dean. He had kept it by him, not wishing to use it if he could
help it. He had forgotten it--so he said at times--having understood
from Arabin that he was to have fifty pounds, and having received more.
If it had not come to him from the dean, then it had been sent to him by
the Prince of Evil for his utter undoing; and there were times in which
he seemed to think that such had been the manner in which the fatal
cheque had reached him. In all that he said he was terribly confused,
contradictory, unintelligible--speaking almost as a madman might
speak--ending always in declaring that the cruelty of the world had been
too much for him, that the waters were meeting over his head, and