In the midst of the commotion caused by this discovery a voice broke out abruptly.  It was that of Richard Houseman.  His journey had been in vain.  His daughter was dead.  His appearance revealed all too plainly to what source he had flown for consolation.

“What do ye here, fools?” he cried, reeling forward.  “Ha!  Human bones!  And whose may they be, think ye?”

There were in the crowd those who remembered the disappearance which had so surprised them years before, and more than one repeated the name of “Daniel Clarke.”

“Clarke’s bones!” exclaimed Houseman.  “Ha, ha!  They are no more Clarke’s than mine!”

At this moment Walter stepped forward.

“Behold!” he cried, in a ringing voice, vibrant with emotion—­“behold the murderer!”

Pale, confused, conscience-stricken, the bewilderment of intoxication mingling with that of fear, Houseman gasped out that if they wanted the bones of Clarke they should search St. Robert’s Cave.  And in the place he named they found at last the unhallowed burial-place of the murdered dead.

But Houseman, now roused by a sense of personal danger, denied that he was the guilty man.  Drawing his breath hard, and setting his teeth as with steeled determination, he cried, “The murderer is Eugene Aram!”

VI.—­“I Murdered my Own Life"

It was a chill morning in November.  But at Grassdale all was bustle and excitement.  The church bells were ringing merry peals.  It wanted but an hour or so to the wedding of Eugene Aram and Madeline Lester.  In this interval the scholar was alone with his thoughts.  His reverie was rudely disturbed by a loud knocking, the noise of which penetrated into his study.  The outer door was opened.  Voices were heard.

“Great God!” he exclaimed. “‘Murderer!’ Was that the word I heard shouted forth?  The voice, too, is Walter Lester’s.  Can he have learned——­”

Calm succeeded to the agitation of the moment.  He met the newcomers with a courageous front.  But, followed by his bride who was to be, by her sister Ellinor, and by their father, all confident that Walter had made some horrible mistake, Eugene Aram was taken away to be committed to York on the capital charge.

The law’s delays were numerous.  Winter passed into spring, and spring into summer before the trial came on.  Eugene Aram’s friends were numerous.  Lord ——­ firmly believed in his innocence, and proffered help.  But the prisoner refused legal aid, and conducted his own defence—­how ably history records.  Madeline was present at the closing scene, in her wedding dress.  Her father was all but broken in his grief for daughter and friend.  Walter was distraught by the havoc he had caused, and in doubt whether, after all, his action had not been too impetuous.  The court was deeply impressed by the prisoner’s defence.  But the judge’s summing-up was all against the accused, and the verdict was “Guilty!” Madeline lived but a few hours after hearing it.