He had been brought down to Cloisterham, from London, by an eminent Philanthropist, and why?
Because that Philanthropist had expressly declared: 'I owe it to my fellow-creatures that he should be, in the words of BENTHAM, where he is the cause of the greatest danger to the smallest number.' These dropping shots from the blunderbusses of blunderheadedness might not have hit him in a vital place.

But he had to stand against a trained and well-directed fire of arms of precision too.

He had notoriously threatened the lost young man, and had, according to the showing of his own faithful friend and tutor who strove so hard for him, a cause of bitter animosity (created by himself, and stated by himself), against that ill-starred fellow.

He had armed himself with an offensive weapon for the fatal night, and he had gone off early in the morning, after making preparations for departure.

He had been found with traces of blood on him; truly, they might have been wholly caused as he represented, but they might not, also.