Chapter 40
In the dark of the morning, a policeman patrolling the vicinity of Armley Gaol saw a man slouching slowly along. He passed the policeman, and a quarter of an hour later the officer observed him coming back again and challenged him.
He was a wild-looking man, unshaven, white-faced, sack-eyed. He wore a rough pea jacket, the collar turned up to his ears, and a pot hat. Most remarkable feature of his attire was a pair of kid gloves.
"I've got a friend inside"—he shivered in the cold wind which swept round the corner of the prison—"going to be hung...Charles Peace."
The policeman eyed him with an interest. "Charles Peace, a friend of yours, eh? Well, what are you doing around here?"
The man shook his head helplessly. "I can't keep away—that's the trouble," he said. "Went off to
