Mrs. Dyson at an inn in one of the suburbs of Sheffield. In any
case, the next morning, Wednesday, the 29th, to his mother's
surprise Peace walked into her house. He said that he had come
to Sheffield for the fair. The afternoon of that day Peace spent
in a public-house at Ecclesall, entertaining the customers by
playing tunes on a poker suspended from a piece of strong string,
from which he made music by beating it with a short stick. The
musician was rewarded by drinks. It took very little drink to
excite Peace. There was dancing, the fun grew fast and furious,
as the strange musician beat out tune after tune on his fantastic
instrument.

At six o'clock the same evening a thin, grey-haired,
insignificant-looking man in an evident state of unusual
excitement called to see the Rev. Mr. Newman, Vicar of Ecclesall,
near Banner Cross. Some five weeks before, this insignificant-
looking man had visited Mr. Newman, and made certain statements
in regard to the character of a Mr. and Mrs. Dyson who had come
to live in the parish. The vicar had asked for proof of these
statements. These proofs his visitor now produced. They
consisted of a number of calling cards and photographs, some of
them alleged to be in the handwriting of Mrs. Dyson, and showing
her intimacy with Peace. The man made what purported to be a
confession to Mr. Newman. Dyson, he said, had become jealous of
him, whereupon Peace had suggested to Mrs. Dyson that they should
give her husband something to be jealous about. Out of this
proposal their intimacy had sprung. Peace spoke of Mrs. Dyson in
terms of forgiveness, but his wrath against Dyson was extreme.
He complained bitterly that by taking proceedings against him,
Dyson had driven him to break up his home and become a fugitive