The Sovereign in the Gutter first published The Strand Magazine, Nov 1909
“I am very sorry, indeed, Mr. Harewood,” the lawyer was saying, “that the case went so badly. Personally, I am quite convinced that a serious injustice has been done. If Carelton had only been alive, he would have been able to clear you in many ways. Without his evidence the Court, of course, have assumed that you shared equally with him in his speculations and rash schemes.”
The convicted man made no reply. He appeared indeed almost to have lost the power of speech. The solicitor, who was really exceedingly sorry for his client, and honestly believed him guilty of little more than the folly of a pleasure-loving man of the world who has left his affairs to an unscrupulous partner, tried to impart a consoling note to his next speech.
“The sentence,” he declared, “was far too severe. I have heard it universally condemned. I can assure you that we do not intend to let the matter remain here. There will be a petition to the Home Secretary, and I believe I may say that it will be signed by the principal counsel for the prosecution. In the meantime, if you have any messages, you will be allowed to see your wife for a few minutes. And as to letters—”
There was a considerable space of wooden bench between the two men, and Harewood’s fist suddenly smote it a terrible blow. “Enough!” he said. “The thing is finished—my life is finished! I have no wife—no children! I wish to see no one. I will see no one.”
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