English college life forms the background of this introspective study and self analysis of the mind of a man who had committed homicide. No one knows of his deed, and he has few qualms because he had ridden the world of a filthy human being who was clever enough to appear decent. But his conscience begins to work and reveals to him that his deed has put him out of touch with human society, that he is an outlaw, and that he must win his way back to citizenship. A thread of romance is woven thru the sombre introspection.
discovery of the crime. The little wood would fling its secret into the eager lap of these decrepit witches; they would crowd to their doors, chatter it, shout it, pull it to pieces. "Body of an Undergraduate . . . Body of an Undergraduate. . . ."
He turned out of their cold silence over the bridge that spanned the river, up the path that crossed the common into the heart of the town, Here, at once, he was in the hubbub. The little streets were mediaeval in their narrow space, in their cobbles, in the old black, fantastic walls that hung above them. Beauty, too, on this November evening, shone through the misty lamplight. Beauty in the dark purple of the evening sky, beauty in the sudden vista of grey courts with lighted windows, like eyes, seen through stone gateways. Beauty in the sudden golden shadows of some corner shop glittering through the mist; beauty in the overshadowing of the many towers that were like grey clouds in mid-air.
The little streets chattered with people--undergraduates i