“What—how! Good God—Merton!” ejaculated Charles.

“Aye, sir, Merton; ready to go to gaol, or wherever you will,” said the man, recklessly.

“A murderer; a madman; don’t believe him,” muttered Marston, scarce audibly, with lips as white as wax.

“Do you surrender yourself, Merton?” demanded the young man, sternly, advan