“Doubtless my scheme was completed by a chapter of accidents, but I was watching for such accidents.  Thus I had a foreshadowing of how the ax would figure in the tale when it was first flung at the trees; it would have surprised the woodman to know how near our minds were, and how I was but laying a more elaborate siege to the towers of pestilence.  But when the Squire spontaneously rushed on what half the countryside would call certain death, I jumped at my chance.  I followed him, and told him all that he has told you.  I don’t suppose he’ll ever forgive me now, but that shan’t prevent me saying that I admire him hugely for being what people would call a lunatic and what is really a sportsman.  It takes rather a grand old man to make a joke in the grand style.  He came down so quick from the tree he had climbed that he had no time to pull his hat off the bough it had caught in.

“At first I found I had made a miscalculation.  I thought his disappearance would be taken as his death, at least after a little time; but Ashe told me there could be no formalities without a corpse.  I fear I was a little annoyed, but I soon set myself to the duty of manufacturing a corpse.  It’s not hard for a doctor to get a skeleton; indeed, I had one, but Mr. Paynter’s energy was a day too early for me, and I only got the bones into the well when he had already found it.  His story gave me another chance, however; I noted where the hole was in the hat, and made a precisely corresponding hole in the skull.  The reason for creating the other clews may not be so obvious.  It may not yet be altogether apparent to you that I am not a fiend in human form.  I could not substantiate a murder without at least suggesting a murderer, and I was resolved that if the crime happened to be traced to anybody, it should be to me.  So I’m not surprised you were puzzled about the purpose of the rag round the ax, because it had no purpose, except to incriminate the man who put it there.  The chase had to end with me, and when it was closing in at last the joke of it was too much for me, and I fear I took liberties with the gentleman’s easel and beard.  I was the only person who could risk it, being the only person who could at the last moment produce the Squire and prove there had been no crime at all.  That, gentlemen, is the true story of the peacock trees; and that bare crag up there, where the wind is whistling as it would over a wilderness, is a waste place I have labored to make, as many men have labored to make a cathedral.

“I don’t think there is any more to say, and yet something moves in my blood and I will try to say it.  Could you not have trusted a little these peasants whom you already trust so much?  These men are men, and they meant something; even their fathers were not wholly fools.  If your gardener told you of the trees you called him a madman, but he did not plan and plant your garden like a madman.  You would not trust your woodman about these trees, yet you trusted him with all the others.  Have you ever thought what all the work of the world would be like if the poor were so senseless as you think them?  But no, you stuck to your rational principle.  And your rational principle was that a thing must be false because thousands of men had found it true; that because many human eyes had seen something it could not be there.”