Arthur & George

killing livestock? Where’s the connection?’
    ‘I see you are from the city, Doyle. A cow, a horse, a sheep, a pig is more than livestock. It is livelihood. Call it – an economic target.’
    ‘Can you demonstrate a link between either of George’s assailants in Landywood and any of the livestock subsequently mutilated?’
    ‘No, I can’t. But you should not expect criminals to follow logic.’
    ‘Not even intelligent ones?’
    ‘Even less so, in my experience. Anyway, we have a young man who is his parents’ pet, still stuck at home when his younger brother has flown the coop. A young man with a grudge against the district, to which he feels superior. He finds himself in catastrophic debt. The moneylenders are threatening him with the bankruptcy court, professional ruin is staring him in the face. Everything he has ever worked for in his life is about to disappear …’
    ‘And so?’
    ‘So … perhaps he ran mad like your friend Mr Wilde.’
    ‘Wilde was corrupted by his success, in my view. One may hardly compare the effect of nightly applause in the West End with the critical reception to a treatise on railway law.’
    ‘You said Wilde’s case was a pathological development. Why not Edalji’s too? I believe the solicitor was at his wits’ end for months. The strain must have been considerable, even unbearable. You yourself called his begging letter “desperate”. Some pathological development might occur, some tendency to evil in the blood might inevitably emerge.’
    ‘Half his blood is Scottish.’
    ‘Indeed.’
    ‘And the other half is Parsee. The most highly educated and commercially successful of Indian sects.’
    ‘I do not doubt it. They are not called the Jews of Bombay for nothing. And equally I do not doubt that it is the mixing of the blood that is partly the cause of all this.’
    ‘My own blood is mixed Scottish and Irish,’ said Doyle. ‘Does this make me cut cattle?’
    ‘You make my argument for me. What Englishman – what Scotsman – what half Scotsman – would take a blade to a horse, a cow, a sheep?’
    ‘You forget the miner Farrington, who did just that while George was in prison. But I ask you in return: what Indian would do the same? Do they not venerate cattle as gods there?’
    ‘Indeed. But when the blood is mixed, that is where the trouble starts. An irreconcilable division is set up. Why does human society everywhere abhor the half-caste? Because his soul is torn between the impulse to civilization and the pull of barbarism.’
    ‘And is it the Scottish or the Parsee blood you hold responsible for barbarism?’
    ‘You are facetious, Doyle. You yourself believe in blood. You believe in race. You told me over dinner how your mother had proudly traced her ancestry back five centuries. Forgive me if I misquote you, but I recall that many of the great ones of the earth have roosted in your family tree.’
    ‘You do not misquote me. Are you saying that George Edalji slit the bellies of horses because that’s what his ancestors did five centuries ago in Persia or wherever they were then?’
    ‘I have no idea whether barbaric or ritual practices were involved. Perhaps so. It may well be that Edalji himself did not know what impelled him to act as he did. An urge from centuries back, brought to the surface by this sudden and deplorable miscegenation.’
    ‘You truly believe that this is what happened?’
    ‘Something like it, yes.’
    ‘Then what about Horace?’
    ‘Horace?’
    ‘Horace Edalji. Born of the same mixture of bloods. Currently a respected employee of His Majesty’s Government. In the tax inspectorate. You are not suggesting Horace was part of the gang?’
    ‘I am not.’
    ‘Why not? He has as good credentials.’
    ‘Again, you are being facetious. Horace Edalji lives in Manchester, for a start. Besides, I am merely proposing that a mixing of the blood produces a tendency, a susceptibility under certain extreme circumstances to revert to barbarism. To be sure, many half-castes live perfectly respectable lives.’
    ‘Unless something triggers them …’
    ‘As the full moon may trigger lunacy in some gypsies and Irish.’
    ‘It has never had that effect on me.’
    ‘Low-born Irish, my dear Doyle. Nothing personal intended.’
    ‘So what is the difference between George and Horace? Why, in your belief, has one resorted to barbarism and the other not – or not as yet?’
    ‘Do you have a brother, Doyle?’
    ‘I do indeed. A