CHAPTER XL

WHICH DESCRIBES THE END OF OUR MURDERER "Six days and there it lies," sighed Eudoxia, shaking tragic head, "there it lies, Mr. Shrig, his poor fiddle, so silent, so useless, so pitiful--never to sound again, alas--nevermore!" "Meaning as you think he's a-going to hop the twig, mam--die, eh?" "Shrig, we gravely fear so!" nodded Mr. Ponsonby. "The Dark Angel yet hovers above this our habitation. Our invalid, thanks to the boundless magnanimity of friend Hobbs, lacks for nought, my Eudoxia and Miss Ash, angels in wo…