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Farjeon - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most -other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions -whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of -the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: The Mystery of M. Felix - -Author: B. L. Farjeon - -Release Date: October 12, 2016 [EBook #53263] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MYSTERY OF M. FELIX *** - - - - -Produced by Charles Bowen from page scans provided by -Google Books (The Ohio State University) - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<p class="hang1">Transcriber's Notes:<br> -1. Page Scan Source:<br> -https://books.google.com/books?id=qdw9AQAAMAAJ<br> -(The Ohio State University)</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h3>THE MYSTERY OF M. FELIX</h3> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h5>BY</h5> - -<h4>B. L. FARJEON</h4> -<h5>AUTHOR OF "GREAT PORTER SQUARE," "MISER FAREBROTHER,"<br> -ETC., ETC.</h5> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><span style="font-size:smaller">NEW YORK</span><br> -JOHN W. LOVELL COMPANY<br> -<span class="sc">150 Worth Street, Corner Mission Place</span></h4> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h5><span class="sc">Copyright, 1890,<br> -by</span><br> -<span class="sc">J. W. LOVELL CO.</span></h5> - - - - - - -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h3>THE MYSTERY OF M. FELIX.</h3> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<table cellpadding="10" style="width:90%; margin-left:5%; font-weight:bold"> -<colgroup><col style="width:35%; vertical-align:top; text-align:left"><col style="width:65%; vertical-align:top; text-align:left"></colgroup> -<tr> -<td colspan="2"><h4><b>CONTENTS</b></h4></td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_01" href="#div1_01">I.</a></td> -<td>A CRY FOR HELP FLOATS THROUGH THE NIGHT.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_02" href="#div1_02">II.</a></td> -<td>THE SPECTRE CAT.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_03" href="#div1_03">III.</a></td> -<td>A THRILLING INCIDENT.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_04" href="#div1_04">IV.</a></td> -<td>A DISCUSSION ABOUT RED CATS AND WHITE SNOW.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_05" href="#div1_05">V.</a></td> -<td>DR. LAMB TELLS THE CONSTABLES AND MRS. MIDDLEMORE WHAT IS THE MATTER -WITH MR. FELIX.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_06" href="#div1_06">VI.</a></td> -<td>THE "EVENING MOON" INDULGES IN A BOMBASTIC RETROSPECT, -IN WHICH SOME VERY TALL AND VERY FINE WRITING WILL BE -DETECTED BY THE OBSERVANT READER. -</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_07" href="#div1_07">VII.</a></td> -<td>AN EXAMINATION OF CERTAIN DISCREPANCIES IN THE STATEMENTS -OF THE THREE PRINCIPAL WITNESSES.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_08" href="#div1_08">VIII.</a></td> -<td>A STARTLING PHASE IN THE MYSTERY.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_09" href="#div1_09">IX.</a></td> -<td>INTRODUCES SOPHY.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_10" href="#div1_10">X.</a></td> -<td>OUR REPORTER GIVES MRS. MIDDLEMORE SOME SENSIBLE -ADVICE.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_11" href="#div1_11">XI.</a></td> -<td>THE "EVENING MOON" IS INUNDATED WITH CORRESPONDENCE -CONCERNING THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE BODY OF M. FELIX. -</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_12" href="#div1_12">XII.</a></td> -<td>THE REPORTER OF THE "EVENING MOON" MAKES A DISCOVERY.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_13" href="#div1_13">XIII.</a></td> -<td>THE REPORTER OF THE "EVENING MOON" GIVES SOPHY -A TREAT.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_14" href="#div1_14">XIV.</a></td> -<td>SOPHY IMPARTS STRANGE NEWS TO THE REPORTER OF THE -"EVENING MOON."</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_15" href="#div1_15">XV.</a></td> -<td>A SINGULAR ADVENTURE ON THE THAMES EMBANKMENT.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_16" href="#div1_16">XVI.</a></td> -<td>AT THE BOW STREET POLICE STATION.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_17" href="#div1_17">XVII.</a></td> -<td>THE SLEEPING BEAUTY.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_18" href="#div1_18">XVIII.</a></td> -<td>HOW THE CHARGE WAS DISPOSED OF.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_19" href="#div1_19">XIX.</a></td> -<td>WHAT WAS FOUND IN THE RIVER.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_20" href="#div1_20">XX.</a></td> -<td>MRS. MIDDLEMORE IS VICTIMIZED.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_21" href="#div1_21">XXI.</a></td> -<td>CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div0Ref_02" href="#div0_02">BOOK SECOND.</a></td> -<td>A LIFE DRAMA: LINKS IN THE MYSTERY.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_22" href="#div1_22">XXII.</a></td> -<td>THE HALF-BROTHERS.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_23" href="#div1_23">XXIII.</a></td> -<td>TWO HEARTS THAT BEAT AS ONE.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_24" href="#div1_24">XXIV.</a></td> -<td>SLANDER.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_25" href="#div1_25">XXV.</a></td> -<td>LOST, OR SAVED?</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_26" href="#div1_26">XXVI.</a></td> -<td>SLANDER'S FOUL TONGUE.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_27" href="#div1_27">XXVII.</a></td> -<td>LEONARD RETURNS HOME.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_28" href="#div1_28">XXVIII.</a></td> -<td>THE FALSE FRIEND.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_29" href="#div1_29">XXIX.</a></td> -<td>ON THE TRACK.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_30" href="#div1_30">XXX.</a></td> -<td>THE FLIGHT AND THE RESCUE.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_31" href="#div1_31">XXXI.</a></td> -<td>LIGHT SHINES THROUGH THE DARK CLOUDS.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_32" href="#div1_32">XXXII.</a></td> -<td>LEONARD MEETS WITH A FELLOW-SCOUNDREL.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_33" href="#div1_33">XXXIII.</a></td> -<td>A FOUL DEED.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_34" href="#div1_34">XXXIV.</a></td> -<td>DR. PETERSSEN EXPLAINS HIMSELF.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_35" href="#div1_35">XXXV.</a></td> -<td>EMILIA AND LEONARD.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_36" href="#div1_36">XXXVI.</a></td> -<td>"ONLY YOU AND I, DARLING, ONLY YOU AND I."</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_37" href="#div1_37">XXXVII.</a></td> -<td>A GOOD WOMAN.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_38" href="#div1_38">XXXVIII.</a></td> -<td>CONSTANCE AND JULIAN.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_39" href="#div1_39">XXXIX.</a></td> -<td>IN ENGLAND ONCE MORE.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_40" href="#div1_40">XL.</a></td> -<td>DR. PETERSSEN REAPPEARS ON THE SCENE.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_41" href="#div1_41">XLI.</a></td> -<td>DR. PETERSSEN BRINGS M. FELIX TO BOOK.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_42" href="#div1_42">XLII.</a></td> -<td>EMILIA AND M. FELIX.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div0Ref_03" href="#div0_03">BOOK THIRD</a></td> -<td>WHAT BECAME OF M. FELIX, AS RELATED IN THE FIRST PERSON BY ROBERT -AGNOLD, ON THE REPORTING STAFF OF THE "EVENING MOON."</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_43" href="#div1_43">XLIII.</a></td> -<td>ROBERT AGNOLD TAKES UP THE THREADS OF THE STORY.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_44" href="#div1_44">XLIV.</a></td> -<td>EMILIA RETRACES THE OLD ROADS.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_45" href="#div1_45">XLV.</a></td> -<td>DR. PETERSSEN IS TRACKED.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_46" href="#div1_46">XLVI.</a></td> -<td>I ENTER INTO AN ARRANGEMENT WITH SOPHY.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_47" href="#div1_47">XLVII.</a></td> -<td>I RECEIVE A STRANGE VISITOR.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_48" href="#div1_48">XLVIII.</a></td> -<td>SOPHY ENTERS DR. PETERSSEN'S ESTABLISHMENT AS A FRIENDLY -PATIENT.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_49" href="#div1_49">XLIX.</a></td> -<td>M. BORDIER JOINS THE HUNT.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_50" href="#div1_50">L.</a></td> -<td>CLEVER SOPHY.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_51" href="#div1_51">LI.</a></td> -<td>SOPHY MAKES A STRANGE STATEMENT.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_52" href="#div1_52">LII.</a></td> -<td>THE GHOST OF M. FELIX.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_53" href="#div1_53">LIII.</a></td> -<td>THE PORTRAIT OF GERALD PAGET.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_54" href="#div1_54">LIV.</a></td> -<td>OBTAIN AN EXPLANATION FROM EMILIA.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_55" href="#div1_55">LV.</a></td> -<td>TREACHERY.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_56" href="#div1_56">LVI.</a></td> -<td>NIGHT IN DEERING WOODS.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_57" href="#div1_57">LVII.</a></td> -<td>THE CAVERN IN THE CLIFF.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_58" href="#div1_58">LVIII.</a></td> -<td>FRIENDS TO THE RESCUE.</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_59" href="#div1_59">LIX.</a></td> -<td>FROM THE COLUMNS OF THE "THE EVENING MOON," UNDER -THE HEADING, "THE MYSTERY OF M. FELIX SOLVED."</td> -</tr><tr> -<td><a name="div1Ref_60" href="#div1_60">LX.</a></td> -<td>ROBERT AGNOLD'S LAST WORDS.</td> -</tr></table> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h3>THE MYSTERY OF M. FELIX.</h3> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> - -<h4><a name="div1_01" href="#div1Ref_01">CHAPTER I.</a></h4> - -<h5>A CRY FOR HELP FLOATS THROUGH THE NIGHT.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"Help!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Through the whole of the night, chopping, shifting winds had -been tearing through the streets of London, now from the north, now from the -south, now from the east, now from the west, now from all points of the compass -at once; which last caprice--taking place for at least the twentieth time in the -course of the hour which the bells of Big Ben were striking--was enough in -itself to make the policeman on the beat doubtful of his senses.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What a chap hears in weather like this," he muttered, "and -what he fancies he hears, is enough to drive him mad."</p> - -<p class="normal">He had sufficient justification for the remark, for there were -not only the wild pranks of Boreas to torment and distract him, but there was -the snow which, blown in fine particles from roofs and gables, and torn from -nooks where it lay huddled up in little heaps against stone walls (for the -reason that being blown there by previous winds it could get no further), seemed -to take a spiteful pleasure in whirling into his face, which was tingling and -smarting with cold, and as a matter of course into his eyes, which it caused to -run over with tears. With a vague idea that some appeal had been made officially -to him as a representative of law and order, he steadied himself and stood still -for a few moments, with a spiritual cold freezing his heart, even as the -temporal cold was freezing his marrow.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Help!"</p> - -<p class="normal">The bells of Big Ben were still proclaiming the hour of -midnight. If a man at such a time might have reasonably been forgiven the fancy -that old Westminster's tower had been invaded by an army of malicious witches, -how much more readily might he have been forgiven for not being able to fix the -direction from which this cry for help proceeded? Nay, he could scarcely have -been blamed for doubting that the cry was human.</p> - -<p class="normal">For the third time--</p> - -<p class="normal">"Help!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Then, so far as that appeal was concerned, silence. The cry -was heard no more.</p> - -<p class="normal">The policeman still labored under a vague impression that his -duty lay somewhere in an undefined direction, and his attitude was one of -strained yet bewildered attention. Suddenly he received a terrible shock. -Something touched his foot. He started back, all his nerves thrilling with an -unreasonable spasm of horror. Instinctively looking down, he discovered that he -had been ridiculously alarmed by a miserable, half-starved, and nearly -whole-frozen cat, which, with the scanty hairs on its back sticking up in sharp -points, was creeping timorously along in quest of an open door. Recovering from -his alarm, the policeman stamped his feet and clapped his hands vigorously to -keep the circulation in them.</p> - -<p class="normal">His beat was in the heart of Soho, and he was at that moment -in Gerard Street, in which locality human life is represented in perhaps -stranger variety than can be found in any other part of this gigantic city of -darkness and light. As a protection against the fierce wind he had taken refuge -within the portal of the closed door of an old house which lay a little back -from the regular line of buildings in the street. Little did he dream that the -cry for help had proceeded from that very house, the upper portion of which was -inhabited by a gentleman known as M. Felix by some, as Mr. Felix by others. Well -named, apparently, for although he was not young, M. Felix was distinguished by -a certain happy, light-hearted air, which marked him as one who held enjoyment -of the pleasures of life as a kind of religion to be devoutly observed. The -lower portion of the house was occupied by the landlady, Mrs. Middlemore, who -acted as housekeeper to M. Felix. It was the nightly habit of this estimable -woman to go for her supper beer at half-past eleven, and return, beaming, at a -few minutes after twelve.</p> - -<p class="normal">These late hours did not interfere with the performance of her -duties, because M. Felix was by no means an early riser, seldom breakfasting, -indeed, before noon. Despite the inclemency of the weather, Mrs. Middlemore had -not deviated on this night from her usual custom. She was a widow, without -responsibilities, and no person had a right to meddle with her affairs. Besides, -as she frequently remarked, she was quite able to take care of herself.</p> - -<p class="normal">A welcome diversion occurred to the constable who was stamping -his feet within the portal of Mrs. Middlemore's street door. A brother constable -sauntered up, and accosted him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is that you, Wigg?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"As much as there's left of me," replied Constable Wigg.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You may well say that," observed the new-comer, who rejoiced -in the name of Nightingale. "It's all a job to keep one's self together. What a -night!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Bitter. I've been regularly blown off my feet."</p> - -<p class="normal">"My case. I'm froze to a stone. The North Pole ain't in it -with this, and whether I've got a nose on my face is more than I'd swear to. -Anything up?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nothing, except----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Except what?" asked Constable Nightingale, as his comrade -paused. He put his hand to his nose as he asked the question, his reference to -it having inspired doubts as to his being still in possession of the feature.</p> - -<p class="normal">"A minute or two ago," said Constable Wigg, "I had half a -fancy that I heard somebody cry out 'Help!'"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Ah! Did you go?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"How could I? I wasn't sure, you know."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Who could be sure of anything," remarked Constable -Nightingale, charitably, "on such a night?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nobody. It must have been the wind."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not a doubt of it. If anybody told me he saw Polar bears -about I shouldn't dispute with him." Then Constable Nightingale took a step -forward, and glanced up at the windows of the front rooms occupied by M. Felix, -in which shone a perfect blaze of light. "He must be jolly warm up there."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Who?" inquired Constable Wigg, his eyes following his -comrade's glance.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Felix."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And who's Mr. Felix when he's at home?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Why, you don't mean to say you don't know him!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Never heard of him. I've only been on the beat two nights."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I forgot. He's a trump, a regular A-one-er. You're in for a -good tip or two. I was on night duty here this time last year, and he behaved -handsome. Tipped me at Christmas, and tipped me at New Year's. Half a sov. each -time. And at other times, too. Altogether he was as good as between four and -five pounds to me while I was here."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's something like," said Constable Wigg, with something -of eager hope in his voice; "not many like him knocking around. But"--with -sudden suspicion--"why should he be so free? Anything wrong about him?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not a bit of it," replied Constable Nightingale, blowing on -his ice-cold fingers. "He's a diamond of the first water--a tip-top swell, -rolling in money. That's what's the matter with Mr. Felix. Don't you wish you -had the same complaint? 'Constable,' said he to me, when I came on this beat -last year, 'you're on night duty here, eh?' 'Yes, sir,' I answers. 'Very good,' -he says, acting like a gentleman; 'I live in this house'--we were standing at -this very door--'and I always make it a point to look after them as looks after -me.'"</p> - -<p class="normal">"And a very good point it is," remarked Constable Wigg, with -growing interest, "for a gentleman to make."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I thought so myself, and I found it so. 'And I always make it -a point,' says he, of 'looking after them as looks after me.' Fact is, Wigg, he -comes home late sometimes, with a glass of wine to much in him, and he knows the -usefulness of us. Carries a lump of money about him, and likes to feel himself -safe. Never what you call drunk, you know. Just a bit sprung, as a real -gentleman should be, and always with a pleasant word ready. So, whenever I met -him coming home late, I'd walk behind him to his door here, and give him -good-night; which he appreciated."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Much obliged to you for the information, Nightingale."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Ought to do these little turns for one another, Wigg. The man -who was on the beat before me gave me the office, and it's only friendly for me -to give it to you." Constable Nightingale looked pensively over the shoulder of -his brother constable, and added, "I behaved liberal to him."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'll do likewise to you," said Constable Wigg, "if anything -happens."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Was sure you would, Wigg," responded Constable Nightingale, -briskly. "What would the force be worth if we didn't stick together? When I see -Mr. Felix I'll put in a good word for you. He took a regular fancy to me, and -told me if I got the beat again to come to him immediate. Once you see him, you -can't miss knowing him. Tall and slim, with hair getting gray. No whiskers; only -a mustache, curled. Speaks with a foreign accent--parleyvooish. His clothes fit -like a glove. Patent leather boots always, except when he wears shoes; white tie -generally. I remember Mrs. Middlemore----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Who's she?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"His landlady. A most respectable woman--made of the right -stuff. Ah, a real good sort she is! Goes out every night for her supper beer -between eleven and twelve."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I must have seen her half an hour ago."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Of course you did. If it was to rain cats and dogs or snowed -for a month, she wouldn't miss going. Has she come back?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No."</p> - -<p class="normal">"She stops out as a rule till about this time; fond of a -gossip, you know. Most of us are. She'll be here soon, if she can keep her feet. -The snow's getting thicker--and listen to the wind! Let's get close to the door. -Well, I remember Mrs. Middlemore coming out to me one night, and saying, 'You're -wanted up there,' meaning in Mr. Felix's rooms----"</p> - -<p class="normal">Constable Wigg interposed. "Just now you said parleyvooish."</p> - -<p class="normal">"So I did, and so I meant."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Speaks with a foreign accent, you said."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I don't deny it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And you keep on saying Mr. Felix."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Shouldn't it be Monseer?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well, perhaps; but not Monseer--Monshure."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I give in to you, Nightingale; I'm not a French scholar."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Let's call him Mr., for all that. Monshure twists the tongue -unless you're born there."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'm agreeable. Call him Mr. if you like. Hallo!"</p> - -<p class="normal">The exclamation was caused by Mrs. Middlemore's street door -being suddenly opened without any preliminary warning from within, and with such -swiftness and violence that the policemen almost fell through it into the -passage. As they were recovering their equilibrium a man stepped out of the -house, or rather stumbled out of it, in a state of great excitement. He had a -crimson scarf round his neck; it was loosely tied, and the ends floated in the -wind. The little bit of color shone bright in the glare of white snow. Its -wearer pulled the door after him and hurried along the street, looking neither -to the right nor to the left, and taking no notice of the policemen, who -strained their eyes after him. He walked very unsteadily, and was soon out of -sight.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_02" href="#div1Ref_02">CHAPTER II.</a></h4> - -<h5>THE SPECTRE CAT.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"That's a rum start," said Constable Wigg. "Was it Mr. Felix?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No," replied Constable Nightingale, "Mr. Felix is altogether -a different kind of man. Takes things more coolly. Walks slow, talks slow, -thinks slow, looks at you slow. This fellow was like a flash of lightning. Did -you catch sight of his face?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"He was in such a devil of a hurry that there was no catching -sight of anything except the red handkerchief round his neck. There was no -mistaking that. Seemed a youngish man."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes. Been on a visit to Mr. Felix, most likely."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Or to some other lodger in the house," suggested Constable -Wigg.</p> - -<p class="normal">"There ain't no other," said Constable Nightingale. "Every -room in it except the basement is let to Mr. Felix."</p> - -<p class="normal">"A married man, then' with a large family?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No," said Constable Nightingale, with a little cough. -"Single. Or, perhaps, a widower. No business of ours, Wigg."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Certainly not. Go on with your story, Nightingale. 'You're -wanted up there' says Mrs. Middlemore."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes. 'You're wanted up there,' she says, meaning Mr. Felix's -rooms. 'Did Mr. Felix send for me?' I ask. 'He did,' she answers. 'He rings his -bell and says, "Go for a policeman." And he'll not be sorry it's you, Mr. -Nightingale, because you're a man as can be trusted,' Mrs. Middlemore's precise -words. You see, Wigg, me and her ain't exactly strangers. I'm a single man, and -I'm mistook if she ain't got a bit of money put by."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You're a knowing one, Nightingale,' said Constable Wigg, -somewhat enviously, and it is not to the credit of human nature to state that -there flashed into his mind the base idea of endeavoring to supplant his brother -constable in Mrs. Middlemore's good graces. What should hinder him? He was a -single man, many years younger than Constable Nightingale, and much better -looking. All was fair in love and war. The "bit of money put by" was a -temptation from Lucifer.</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's what brings me round here now and then," continued -Constable Nightingale, complacently. "A man might go a good deal further than -Mrs. Middlemore, and fare a good deal worse. 'I suppose,' says I to her, -'there's somebody with Mr. Felix as he wants to get rid of, and as won't go?' 'I -ain't at liberty to say,' she answers, 'but you're pretty near the mark. Come -and see for yourself, and don't forget that Mr. Felix has got a liberal heart, -and hates fuss.' Upon that, Wigg, I holds my tongue, because I'm a man as knows -how to, and I follows Mrs. Middlemore into the house. I'd been inside before, of -course, but never upstairs, always down and Mrs. Middlemore had told me such a -lot about Mr. Felix's rooms that I was curious to see them. 'Furnished like a -palace,' Mrs. Middlemore used to say; so up the stairs I steps, Mrs. Middlemore -showing the way, and I don't mind confessing that before we got to the first -landing I put my arm round Mrs. Middlemore's waist--but that's neither here nor -there. She stops on the landing, and knocks at the door----"</p> - -<p class="normal">But here Constable Nightingale was compelled to pause, and to -hold on tight to his comrade. The storm quite suddenly reached such a pitch of -fury that the men could scarcely keep their feet, and it would have been -impossible to hear a word that was spoken. It was not a fitful display of -temper; so fierce grew the wind that it blew the street door open with a crash, -and as the policemen were leaning against it, the consequence was that they were -precipitated into the passage, and fell flat upon their backs. The reason of the -door being blown open so readily was probably, as Constable Nightingale -afterward remarked, because the man who had recently left the house so hastily -had not pulled it tight behind him, but the tempest was raging so furiously that -it might well have made light of such an obstacle as an old street door. It was -with difficulty the policemen recovered their feet, and the strength of the wind -as it rushed through the passage was so great that the idea that they would be -safer inside the house than out occurred to both of them at once. To expose -themselves to the fury of the elements in the open would undoubtedly have been -attended with danger. Instinctively they advanced to the door, and after a -struggle succeeded in shutting it. That being accomplished, they stood in the -dark passage, mentally debating what they should do next.</p> - -<p class="normal">"There's something moving," whispered Constable Wigg, -trembling. He was not remarkable for courage, and had a horror of darkness.</p> - -<p class="normal">Constable Nightingale was made of sterner stuff. He promptly -pulled out his dark lantern, and cast its circle of light upon the floor; and -there, creeping timidly along close to the wall, they saw the miserable -half-starved cat which had shaken Constable Wigg's nerves earlier in the night. -It had taken advantage of the open street door to obtain the shelter for which -it had long been seeking.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It ain't the first time," said Constable Wigg, in a vicious -tone, "that this little beast has given me a turn. Just before you come up it -run across me and almost sent my heart into my mouth."</p> - -<p class="normal">But for a mournful, fear-stricken look in its yellow eyes, the -light of the dark lantern seemed to deprive the wretched cat of the power of -motion. It remained perfectly still, cowering to the ground. Even when Constable -Wigg gave it a spiteful kick it did not move of its own volition, and it was -only when the attention of the policeman was no longer directed toward it that -it slunk slowly and stealthily away.</p> - -<p class="normal">Meanwhile the tempest raged more furiously than ever outside. -The shrieking wind tore through the streets, carrying devastation in its train, -and the air was thick with whirling, blinding snow.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Did you ever hear anything like it?" said Constable -Nightingale.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Never," said Constable Wigg.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It would be madness to go out," said Constable Nightingale. -"We should be dashed to pieces. Besides, what good could we do? Besides, who -would be likely to want us? Besides, who's to know?"</p> - - -<p class="center" style="letter-spacing:25px">* * * * * *</p> - - -<p class="normal">There was a world of philosophy in these reflections, which -Constable Wigg was only too ready to acknowledge.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What do you propose, Nightingale?" he asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"That we go down to Mrs. Middlemore's kitchen," replied -Constable Nightingale, "and make ourselves comfortable. I know the way."</p> - -<p class="normal">He led it, and Constable Wigg very cheerfully accompanied him. -The kitchen was the coziest of apartments, and their hearts warmed within them -as they entered it. Mrs. Middlemore, like a sensible woman, had taken the -precaution to bank up the fire before she left the house, and it needed but one -touch from the poker to cause it to spring into a bright glowing blaze. This -touch was applied by Constable Nightingale, and the shadows upon walls and -ceiling leapt into ruddy life.</p> - -<p class="normal">"This is something like," said Constable Wigg, stooping and -warming himself.</p> - -<p class="normal">Having no further need for his dark lantern, Constable -Nightingale tucked it snugly away, and then proceeded to light a candle which, -in its flat tin candlestick and a box of matches handy, stood on the kitchen -table. They were not the only articles on the table. There was no table-cloth, -it is true, but what mattered that? The whitest of table-cloths would have made -but a sorry supper, and in the present instance could not have added to the -attractions which the lighted candle revealed. There was bread, there was -butter, there was cheese, there were pickles, there was a plate of sausages, -there was half a roast fowl, and there was a fine piece of cold pork. Constable -Wigg's eyes wandered to the table, and became, so to speak, glued there. He was -now standing with his back to the fire, and was being comfortably warmed -through. Even a kitchen may become a veritable Aladdin's cave, and this was the -case with Mrs. Middlemore's kitchen, in the estimation of Constable Wigg.</p> - -<p class="normal">"If there's one thing I like better than another for supper," -he said, meditatively, and with pathos in his voice, "it is cold pork and -pickles. And there's enough for three, Nightingale, there's enough for three."</p> - -<p class="normal">Constable Nightingale nodded genially, and, with the air of a -man familiar with his surroundings, took up a piece of butter on a knife, and -put it to his mouth.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The best fresh," he observed.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You don't say so?" exclaimed Constable Wigg, not -contentiously, but in amiable wonder.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Taste it," said Constable Nightingale, handing his comrade -the knife with a new knob of butter on it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It <i>is</i> the best fresh," said Constable Wigg. "She lives -on the fat of the land." This evidence of good living and the cheerful -homeliness of the kitchen strengthened his notion of supplanting Constable -Nightingale in the affections of Mrs. Middlemore, but he was careful not to -betray himself. "You know your way about, Nightingale. It ain't the first time -you've been in this here snuggery."</p> - -<p class="normal">Constable Nightingale smiled knowingly, and said, "Cold pork -and pickles ain't half a bad supper, to say nothing of sausages, roast fowl, -and----and----." He sniffed intelligently and inquired, "Ain't there a baked -tatery smell somewheres near?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Now you mention it," replied Constable Wigg, also sniffing, -"I believe there is."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And here they are, Wigg," said Constable Nightingale, opening -the door of the oven, and exposing four large, flowery potatoes baking in their -skins. "Not yet quite done, not yet quite ready to burst, and all a-growing and -a-blowing, and waiting for butter and pepper. They're relishy enough without -butter and pepper, but with butter and pepper they're a feast for a emperor."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Ah," sighed Constable Wigg, "it's better to be born lucky -than rich. Now just cast your eye at the door, Nightingale. I'm blessed if that -beastly cat ain't poking its nose in again." And as though there was within him -a superabundance of vicious energy which required immediate working off, -Constable Wigg threw his truncheon at the cat, which, without uttering a sound, -fled from the kitchen. "What riles me about that cat is that it moves about like -a ghost, without as much as a whine. It takes you all of a sudden, like a stab -in the back. It'll be up to some mischief before the night is out."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Why, Wigg," said Constable Nightingale, with a laugh, "you -talk of it as if it wasn't a cat at all."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I don't believe it is. In my opinion it's a spectre cat, a -spirit without a solid body. I lifted it with my foot in the street, and not a -sound came from it. I kicked it in the passage, and it crept away like a ghost. -I let fly my truncheon at it and hit it on the head, and off it went like a -shadder, without a whine. It ain't natural. If it comes across me again I advise -it to say its prayers."</p> - -<p class="normal">Which, to say the least of it, was an absurd recommendation to -offer to a cat. But Constable Wigg was in an unreasonable and spiteful temper, -and he became morose and melancholy when he saw how thoroughly Constable -Nightingale was making himself at home in Mrs. Middlemore's kitchen; or perhaps -it was the sight of the tempting food on the table which, without lawful -invitation, he dared not touch. However it was, he was not allowed much time for -gloomy reflection, his thoughts being diverted by the violent slamming of the -street door, and by the further sound of a person breathing heavily in her -course downstairs.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's Mrs. Middlemore," said Constable Nightingale, in a low -tone. "I never thought she'd be able to open the door alone with such a wind -blowing. We'll give her a surprise."</p> - -<p class="normal">They heard Mrs. Middlemore stop outside the kitchen, and -exclaim, "Well! To think I should 'ave been so foolish as to leave the candle -alight! I could 'ave swore I blowed it out before I left the room!" Then she -opened the door, and it was well that Constable Nightingale darted forward to -her support, for if he had not she would have fallen to the ground in affright, -and the supper beer would have been lost to taste, if not to sight. It was as -well, too, that he put his face close enough to her lips to partially stifle a -kind of a hysterical gurgle which was escaping therefrom. It was, however, a -proceeding of which Constable Wigg did not inwardly approve.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Pluck up, Mrs. Middlemore," said Constable Nightingale, -cheerily, "there's nothing wrong. It's only me and my mate, Wigg, who's on night -duty here. Everything's as right as a fiddle. Take a pull at the beer--a long -pull. Now you feel better, don't you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Mrs. Middlemore--her movements being enviously watched by -Constable Wigg, whose thirst was growing almost unbearable--removed her lips -from the jug, and said:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Ever so much. But how did you get in?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Didn't get in at all," said Constable Nightingale, jocosely; -"we were blown in."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Blown in!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, my dear. We was standing outside, Wigg and me, leaning -against the door, when the wind come like a clap of thunder, and blew it clean -open, and of course we went with it, flat on our backs the pair of us. When we -got on our feet again the wind was tearing so, and the snow was pelting down -that fierce, that I thought we might venture to take a liberty, and we come down -here to warm ourselves. And that's the long and the short of it, my dear."</p> - -<p class="normal">He still had his arm round Mrs. Middlemore's waist, and now he -gave her a hug. She was a pleasant-faced, round-bodied woman, some forty years -of age, and she looked up smilingly as the constable--her favorite -constable--hugged her, and said,</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well, now, I declare you did startle me. When I opened the -door, and sor two men a-standing in my kitchen, I thought of burglars, and you -might 'ave knocked me down with a feather.</p> - -<p class="normal">"And now we're here," said Constable Nightingale, "I don't -suppose you'd have the heart to turn us out."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Turn you out!" exclaimed Mrs. Middlemore, "I wouldn't turn a -cat out on such a night as this!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"More cats," thought Constable Wigg, with his eyes on the cold -pork and pickles.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_03" href="#div1Ref_03">CHAPTER III.</a></h4> - -<h5>A THRILLING INCIDENT.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"The wonder is," said Constable Nightingale, while Mrs. -Middlemore shook the snow out of her clothes, "how you had the courage to -venture out in such weather."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's 'abit, Mr. Nightingale, that's what it is. Once I get to -doing a thing regular, done it must be if I want to keep my peace of mind. There -wouldn't be a wink of sleep for me if I didn't go and fetch my supper beer -myself every night. I don't keep a gal, Mr. Winks----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Wigg," said that gentleman in correction, with a dreamy look -at the beer-jug.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I beg you a thousand pardons, Mr. Wigg, I'm sure. I don't -keep a gal, and that's why my place is always nice and clean, as you see it now. -If you want your work done, do it yourself--that's my motter. Not that I can't -afford to keep a gal, but Mr. Felix he ses when he come to me about the rooms -when I didn't 'ave a blessed lodger in the 'ouse, 'I'll take 'em,' he ses, -'conditionally. You mustn't let a room in the place to anybody but me.' 'But I -make my living out of the rooms, sir,' ses I, 'and I can't afford to let 'em -remain empty.' 'You <i>can</i> -afford,' ses Mr. Felix, 'if I pay for 'em remaining empty. What rent do you arks -for the whole 'ouse with the exception of the basement?' I opened my mouth wide, -I don't mind telling you that, Mr. Wigg, when I put a price upon the 'ouse. All -he ses is, 'Agreed.' 'Then there's attendance, sir,' I ses. 'How much for that?' -he arks. I opens my mouth wide agin, and all he ses is, 'Agreed.' You see, Mr. -Wigg, seeing as' ow you're a friend of Mr. Nightingale's, and as no friend of -his'n can be anything but a gentleman, there's no 'arm in my telling you a thing -or two about Mr. Felix, more especially as you're on night duty 'ere."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Here's to our better acquaintance," said Constable Wigg, -laying hands on the beer-jug in an absent kind of way, and raising it to his -mouth. When, after a long interval, he put it down again with a sigh of intense -satisfaction, he met the reproachful gaze of Constable Nightingale, who gasped:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well, of all the cheek! Without ever being asked!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Love your heart," said Mrs. Middlemore, "what does that -matter? He's as welcome as the flowers in May, being a friend of your'n." She -handed the jug to Constable Nightingale, asking, as she did so, "Did you ever -'ave a inspiration, Mr. Nightingale?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Constable Nightingale did not immediately reply, his face -being buried in the jug. When it was free, and he had wiped his mouth, he said, -in a mild tone--any harsh judgment he may have harbored against Constable Wigg -being softened by the refreshing draught--</p> - -<p class="normal">"I must have had one to-night when I come this way, out of my -beat, to have a talk with Wigg, and to see that you was all right. The taters in -the oven'll be burnt to a cinder if they're not took out immediate."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You've got a nose for baked taters, you 'ave," said Mrs. -Middlemore, admiringly. "Trust you for finding out things without eyes! But you -always can smell what I've got in the oven."</p> - -<p class="normal">Constable Wigg rubbed his hands joyously when he saw Mrs. -Middlemore lay three plates and draw three chairs up to the table. Then she -whipped the baked potatoes out of the oven, saying,</p> - -<p class="normal">"Done to a turn. Now we can talk and 'ave supper at the same -time. Make yourself at 'ome, Mr. Wigg, and 'elp yourself to what you like. I'll -'ave a bit of fowl, Mr. Nightingale, and jest a thin slice of the cold pork, if -you please Mr. Wigg. It's a favorite dish of yours, I can see. Mr. Nightingale, <i> -you</i> won't make compliments, I'm sure. You're the last man as ought to in -this 'ouse." Constable Nightingale pressed her foot under the table, and she -smiled at him, and continued, "I was going to tell you about my inspiration when -I got the supper beer. A pint and a half won't be enough,' ses I to myself; a -pint and a half's my regular allowance, Mr. Wigg, and I don't find it too much, -because I don't drink sperrits. 'A pint and a half won't be enough,' ses I to -myself; 'I shouldn't be surprised if a friend dropped in, so I'll double it.' -And I did."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's something like an inspiration," said Constable -Nightingale, looking amorously at Mrs. Middlemore, who smiled amorously at him -in return.</p> - -<p class="normal">Constable Wigg cut these amorous inclinings short by -remarking, "We was talking of Mr. Felix. Nightingale commenced twice to-night -telling a story about him, and it's not told yet."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not my fault, Wigg," Constable Nightingale managed to say, -with his mouth full.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'll tell my story first," said Mrs. Middlemore, "and he can -tell his afterward. Try them sausages, Mr. Wigg. Mr. Felix always 'as the best -of everythink. I buy 'em at Wall's. So when he ses 'Agreed' to the rent and -attendance, he ses, 'And about servants?' 'I can't afford to keep more than one, -sir,' I ses. 'You can, ses he; 'you can afford to keep none. You'll find me the -best tenant you ever 'ad, and what you've got to do is to foller my -instructions. 'I'll do my best, sir,' ses I. 'It'll pay you,' ses he, 'to let me -do exactly as I please, and never to cross me.' And I'm bound to say, Mr. Wigg, -that it 'as paid me never to cross 'im and never to arks questions. 'We shall -git along capitally together,' ses he, 'without servants. They're a prying, idle -lot, and I won't 'ave 'em creeping up the stairs on welwet toes to find out what -I'm doing. So keep none, Mrs. Middlemore,' he ses, 'not the ghost of one. You -can wait on me without assistance. If I want to entertain a visitor or two I'll -'ave the meals brought in ready cooked, and if we want hextra attendance I'll -git Gunter to send in a man as knows 'is business and can 'old 'is tongue.' Of -course I was agreeable to that, and he pays me down a month in advance, like the -gentleman he is. Though I don't drink sperrits, Mr. Nightingale, that's no -reason why you should deny yourself. You know where the bottle is, and per'aps -Mr. Wigg will jine you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mrs. Middlemore," said Constable Wigg, "you're a lady after -my own heart, and I'm glad I'm alive. Here's looking toward you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Thank you, Mr. Wigg," said Mrs. Middlemore, "and what I say -is it's a shame that men like you and Mr. Nightingale should be trapesing the -streets with the snow coming down and the wind a-blowing as it is now. Jest -listen to it; it's going on worse than ever. Might I take the liberty of -inquiring--you being on the beat, Mr. Wigg--whether you sor a lady come out of -the house while I was gone for the supper beer?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No lady came out of the house," replied Constable Wigg. "A -man did."</p> - -<p class="normal">"A man!" cried Mrs. Middlemore. "Not Mr. Felix, surely!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, not him," said Constable Nightingale. "A strange-looking -man with a red handkercher round his neck."</p> - -<p class="normal">"A strange-looking man, with a red 'andkercher round 'is -neck?" exclaimed Mrs. Middlemore. "'Ow did he git in?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's not for us to say," said Constable Nightingale. -"Perhaps Mr. Felix let him in when you was away."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, most likely," said Mrs. Middlemore, with an air of -confusion which she strove vainly to conceal from the observation of her -visitors; "of course, that must be. Mr. Felix often lets people in 'isself. -'Mrs. Middlemore,' he ses sometimes, 'if there's a ring or a knock at the door, -I'll attend to it. You needn't trouble yourself.' And I don't--knowing 'im, and -knowing it'll pay me better to foller 'is instructions. For there's never a time -that sech a thing 'appens that Mr. Felix doesn't say to me afterward, 'Here's a -half-sovering for you, Mrs. Middlemore.'"</p> - -<p class="normal">"You're in for one to-morrow morning, then," observed -Constable Wigg, "because it was a man we saw and not a woman."</p> - -<p class="normal">"He won't forgit it," said Mrs. Middlemore, "not 'im. He's too -free and generous with 'is money, so long as he's let alone, and not pry'd upon. -What he does is no business of mine, and I'm not going to make it mine."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Ah," Mrs. Middlemore, said Constable Wigg, emptying his -second glass of whiskey, "you know which side your bread is buttered."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I wasn't born yesterday," said Mrs. Middlemore, with a shrewd -smile, "and I've seed things that I keep to myself. Why not? You'd do the same -if you was in my shoes, wouldn't you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"That we would," replied both the policeman in one breath; and -Constable Wigg added, "You're a lucky woman to have such a lodger."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well," said Mrs. Middlemore, "I don't deny it. I never met -with such a man as Mr. Felix, and I don't believe there is another. Why, when he -took possession, he ses, 'Clear out every bit of furniture there is in the -rooms. Send it to auction if you like and sell it, and pocket the money. When I -leave you shall either 'ave all my furniture, or I'll furnish the rooms over -agin according to your fancy, and it shan't cost you a penny.' I was agreeable. -Because why? Because he give me forty pound on account, to show that he was in -earnest. Then he begins to furnish, and if you was to see 'is rooms, Mr. Wigg, -you'd be that took aback that you wouldn't know what to say. All sorts of -wonderful woods, satings, picters, swords and daggers, strange rugs and carpets, -painted plates and dishes, 'angings, old lamps, and goodness only knows what I -don't understand 'arf of 'em. There! I've talked enough about Mr. Felix for -once. Let's talk of something else."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do you keep cats, Mrs. Middlemore?" asked Constable -Nightingale, brewing another grog for himself and Constable Wigg.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I don't," replied Mrs. Middlemore. "Mr. Felix won't 'ave one -in the 'ouse."</p> - -<p class="normal">"There's one in the house now, though," said Constable -Nightingale. "It come in when the wind burst open the street door, and Wigg and -me fell into the passage. He says it's not a cat, but a spectre, a ghost."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Lord save us!" ejaculated Mrs. Middlemore. "If Mr. Felix sees -it he'll never forgive me. He 'as a 'atred of 'em. And the ghost of a cat, too!" -She was so impressed that she edged closer to Constable Nightingale.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was a spectre cat," said Constable Wigg, desirous to do -something to divert Mrs. Middlemore's thoughts from Mr. Felix, and also from her -leaning toward his comrade. "And then there was that cry for 'Help' I fancied I -heard."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What cry for help?" asked Mrs. Middlemore.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I thought I heard it three times," said Constable Wigg--but -he was prevented from going further by an incident which was followed by a -startling picture. Constable Nightingale, rather thrown off his balance by the -drink he had imbibed, and desirous to meet the advances of Mrs. Middlemore, -slyly put his arm round her waist, and to hide the movement from the observation -of his brother constable, made a clumsy movement over the table, and overturned -the candle, the effect of which was to put out the light and to leave them in -darkness. He was not sorry for it, for the reason that he was hugging Mrs. -Middlemore close. But Constable Wigg started up in fear, and cried:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Somebody has pushed open the door!"</p> - -<p class="normal">In point of fact the kitchen-door had been quietly pushed -open, and the other two observed it when their attention was directed toward it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What is it?" whispered Mrs. Middlemore, shaking like a jelly, -"Oh, what is it?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Constable Nightingale, for the second time that night pulled -out his dark lantern, and cast its light upon the door. And there, imbedded in -the circle of light, was the cat which had already twice before alarmed -Constable Wigg. They uttered a cry of horror, and indeed they were justified by -the picture which presented itself. The cat was -<i>red</i>. Every bristle, sticking up on its skin, was luminous with horrible -color. It was a perfect ball of blood.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_04" href="#div1Ref_04">CHAPTER IV.</a></h4> - -<h5>A DISCUSSION ABOUT RED CATS AND WHITE SNOW.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">In a fit of terror the constable dropped the lantern, and the -cat, unseen by the occupants of the kitchen, scuttled away.</p> - -<p class="normal">"If you don't light the candle," gasped Mrs. Middlemore, "I -shall go off." And she forthwith proceeded to demonstrate by screaming, "Oh, oh, -oh!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"She's done it, Wigg," said Constable Nightingale. "Strike a -light, there's a good fellow, and pick up the lantern. I can't do it myself; -I've got my arms full."</p> - -<p class="normal">Constable Wigg had now recovered his courage, and inspired by -jealousy, quickly struck a match and lit the candle. Mrs. Middlemore lay -comfortably in the arms of Constable Nightingale, who did not seem anxious to -rid himself of his burden. Stirred to emulative sympathy, Constable Wigg took -possession of one of Mrs. Middlemore's hands, and pressed and patted it with a -soothing, "There, there, there! What has made you come over like this? There's -nothing to be frightened of, is there, Nightingale?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nothing at all," replied Constable Nightingale, irascibly, -for he by no means relished his comrade's insidious attempt to slide into Mrs. -Middlemore's affections. "You're better now, ain't you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"A little," murmured Mrs. Middlemore, "a very little."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Take a sip of this," said Constable Wigg, holding a glass to -her lips, "it'll bring you round."</p> - -<p class="normal">Ignoring her previous declaration that she did not "drink -sperrits," Mrs. Middlemore sipped the glass of whiskey, and continued to sip, -with intermittent shudders, till she had drained the last drop. Then she -summoned sufficient strength to raise herself languidly from Constable -Nightingale's arms, and look toward the door.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Where's it gone to?" she asked, in a trembling voice. "What's -become of the 'orrid creature?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"What horrid creature, my dear?" inquired Constable -Nightingale, winking at his comrade.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The cat! The red cat!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"A red cat!" exclaimed Constable Nightingale, in a jocular -voice; "who ever heard of such a thing? Who ever saw such a thing?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Why, I did--and you did, too."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not me," said Constable Nightingale, with another wink at -Constable Wigg.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nor me," said that officer, following the lead.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do you mean to tell me you didn't see a cat, and that the cat -you sor wasn't red?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I saw a cat, yes," said Constable Nightingale, "but not a red -'un--no, not a red un'. What do you say, Wigg?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I say as you says, Nightingale."</p> - -<p class="normal">"There's lobsters, now," said Constable Nightingale; "we know -what color they are when they're boiled, but we don't boil cats, that I know of, -and if we did they wouldn't turn red. You learned natural history when you was -at school, Wigg. What did they say about red cats?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's against nature," said Constable Wigg, adding, with an -unconscious imitation of Macbeth, "there's no such thing."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I must take your word for it," said Mrs. Middlemore, only -half convinced, "but if ever my eyes deceived me they deceived me jest now. If -you two gentlemen wasn't here, I'd be ready to take my oath the cat was red. And -now I come to think of it, what made the pair of you cry out as you did?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"What made us cry out?" repeated Constable Nightingale, who, -in this discussion, proved himself much superior to his brother officer in the -matter of invention. "It was natural, that's what it was, natural. I'm free to -confess I was a bit startled. First, there's the night--listen to it; it's going -on worse than ever--ain't that enough to startle one? I've been out in bad -nights, but I never remember such a one-er as this. Did you, Wigg?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Never. If it goes on much longer, it'll beat that American -blizzard they talked so much of."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's enough to startle a chap," continued Constable -Nightingale, "letting alone anything else. But then, there was that talk about a -spectre cat. I ain't frightened of much that I know of. Put a man before me, or -a dog, or a horse, and I'm ready to tackle 'em, one down and the other come up, -or altogether if they like; but when you come to spectres, I ain't ashamed to -say I'm not up to 'em. Its constitootional, Mrs. Middlemore; I was that way when -I was little. There was a cupboard at home, and my mother used to say, 'Don't -you ever open it, Jimmy; there's a ghost hiding behind the door.' I wouldn't -have put my hand on the knob for untold gold. It's the same now. Anything that's -alive I don't give way to; but when it comes to ghosts and spectres I take a -back seat, and I don't care who knows it. Then there was that cry for 'Help,' -that Wigg was speaking of. Then there was the candle going out"--he gave Mrs. -Middlemore a nudge as he referred to this incident--"and the sudden opening of -the door there. It was all them things together that made me cry out; and if -brother Wigg's got any other explanation to give I shall be glad to hear it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, Nightingale," said the prudent and unimaginative Wigg, "I -couldn't improve on you. You've spoke like a man, and I hope our good-looking, -good-natured landlady is satisfied."</p> - -<p class="normal">This complimentary allusion served to dispel Mrs. Middlemore's -fears, and in a more contented frame of mind she resumed her seat at the table, -the constables following her example.</p> - -<p class="normal">"May the present moment," said Constable Nightingale, lifting -his glass and looking affectionately at Mrs. Middlemore, "be the worst of our -lives; and here's my regards to you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And mine, my good creature," said Constable Wigg.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Gents both," said Mrs. Middlemore, now thoroughly restored, -"I looks toward yer."</p> - -<p class="normal">Whereupon they all drank, and settled themselves comfortably -in their chairs.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What was in that cupboard," asked Mrs. Middlemore, "that your -mother told you there was a ghost in?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"What was in it? Now, that shows how a body may be frightened -at nothing. I didn't find it out till I was a man, and it was as much a ghost as -I am. But there's a lady present, and I'd better not go on."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, you must," said Mrs. Middlemore, positively. "You've -made me that curious that I'll never speak another word to you if you don't tell -me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Rather than that should happen, I must let you into the -secret, I suppose. But you won't mind me mentioning it?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not a bit, Mr. Nightingale. Speak free."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well, if you must know, it was where she kept a spare bustle, -and a bit or two of hair, and some other little vanities that she didn't want us -young 'uns to pull about. There, the murder's out, and I wouldn't have mentioned -the things if you hadn't been so curious; but it's a privilege of your sex, Mrs. -Middlemore, one of your amiable weaknesses that we're bound to respect."</p> - -<p class="normal">Mrs. Middlemore laughed, and asked Constable Wigg what he was -thinking of. That worthy had, indeed, put on his considering cap, as the saying -is; he felt that Constable Nightingale was making the running too fast, and that -he should be left hopelessly in the rear unless he made an attempt to assert -himself, and to show that he knew a thing or two.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I was thinking of the red cat," he said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Wigg," said Constable Nightingale, in a tone of reproof, "I'm -astonished at you. When everything's been made smooth!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"For the moment, Nightingale, for the moment," said Constable -Wigg, complacently. "But there's by and by to reckon with. It ain't to be -expected that Mrs. Middlemore can have us always with her, though I'm sure I -should ask for nothing better. What could a man want better than this? Outside -snow and blow, inside wine and shine."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You're quite a poet, Mr. Wigg," said Mrs. Middlemore, -admiringly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I don't see it," grumbled Constable Nightingale; "where's the -wine?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"If this," said Constable Wigg, raising his glass and looking -at its contents with the eye of a connoisseur, "ain't as good as the best of -wine, I stand corrected. Did you never hear of a poet's license, Nightingale?" -He asked this question banteringly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, I didn't, and I don't believe you know where to get one, -and what the Government charges for it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'm afraid, Nightingale," said Constable Wigg, beginning to -feel the effects of the drink, "that you've no soul for poetry."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Never you mind whether I have or haven't," retorted Constable -Nightingale.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Gents both," interposed Mrs. Middlemore, "whatever you do, -don't fall out. You're as welcome as welcome can be, but don't fall out."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I bear no malice," said Constable Nightingale, who was really -a simple-minded, good-hearted fellow; "shake hands, Wigg, and let bygones be -bygones. All I want you to do is to let the red cat alone, or to stick to the -point, and have done with it once and for all."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Very good, Nightingale," said Constable Wigg, assuming the -lofty air of a man who had established his claim to pre-eminence. "I'll stick to -the point, and if I don't make Mrs. Middlemore's mind easy, I'll give up. Not -easy as long as we're here, but easy when we're gone, as gone we must be some -time or other, because it don't stand to reason that this storm's going to last -forever. I'm only thinking of you, I give you my word, ma'am."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You're very kind, I'm sure," murmured Mrs. Middlemore, -inclining, with the proverbial fickleness of her sex, now to Constable, -Nightingale and now to Constable Wigg.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's the least I can do," proceeded Constable Wigg, -addressing himself solely to his hostess, "after the way I've been treated here. -Not for the last time, I hope."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not by a many," said Mrs. Middlemore, smirking at the -flatterer, "if it remains with me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You're monarch of all you survey, ma'am," observed the wily -Wigg, smirking back at her, "and remain with you it must, as long as you remain -single."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, Mr. Wigg!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's nobody's fault but your own if you do; there's not many -as can pick and choose, but you're one as can. Perhaps you're hard to please, -ma'am----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I ain't," said Mrs. Middlemore, so energetically that -Constable Nightingale began to think it time to interfere.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You're forgetting the red cat, Wigg," he said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not at all," said Constable Wigg, blandly; "I'm coming to it, -but I don't forget that Mrs. Middlemore has nerves. It amounts to this, ma'am. -I've read a bit in my time, and I'm going to give you--<i>and</i> -Nightingale, if he ain't too proud--the benefit of it. You <i>did</i> see a red -cat, ma'am."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Did I?" said Mrs. Middlemore, looking around with a shiver.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You did, ma'am, and yet the cat wasn't red. I thought it was -red, and so did Nightingale, if he'll speak the truth. I'll wait for him to -say."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I won't keep you waiting long," said Constable Nightingale, -in a surly tone. "As you and Mrs. Middlemore seem to be of one mind, I'll make a -clean breast of it. I thought it was red, and when I made light of it I did it -for her sake."</p> - -<p class="normal">He said this so tenderly that Mrs. Middlemore rewarded him -with a look of gratitude; but she kept her eyes averted from the kitchen door.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Now we can get on like a house on fire," said Constable Wigg. -"When you winked at me, Nightingale, I didn't contradict you, but I fell -a-thinking, and then what I read come to my mind. You've been out in the snow, -Mrs. Middlemore, and you saw nothing but white. We've been out in the snow, -ma'am, and we saw nothing but white. Not for a minute, not for five, not for ten -but for hours I may say. I remember reading somewhere that when you've looked -for a longish time upon nothing but white, that it's as likely as not the next -thing you see will be red, never mind what the color really is. That's the way -with us. The cat's been haunting me, in a manner of speaking, the whole livelong -night, and what with that and the snow, and being all of a sudden shoved into -darkness, the minute a light shines on the wretched thing it comes to me as red -as a ball of fire; and it comes to you the same, because the snow's got into -your eyes and affected your sight."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Bosh!" exclaimed Constable Nightingale.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What's that you say, Nightingale?" asked Constable Wigg.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Bosh! I didn't want to frighten Mrs. Middlemore, and that's -the reason I wouldn't harp on it, but now you've raked it up again I'll have the -matter settled."</p> - -<p class="normal">So saying, Constable Nightingale rose from his chair.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Where are you going?" cried Mrs. Middlemore. "What are you -going to do?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'm going to find that cat," replied Constable Nightingale, -"if it's in the house. If it isn't red, I give in and apologize. If it is, I -shall take the liberty of saying for the third time, Bosh!"</p> - -<p class="normal">He walked toward the door, but started back before he reached -it, and pointing to the floor, asked,</p> - -<p class="normal">"What do you call that, Wigg? Is that a deloosion!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Constable Wigg advanced, looked down, rubbed his eyes, looked -down again, and answered,</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'm bound to say there's no mistaking the color. Have you got -any red ochre in the house, ma'am?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not a bit," gasped Mrs. Middlemore, "as I knows on."</p> - -<p class="normal">"These," said Constable Nightingale, kneeling, and examining -the floor, "are marks of the cat's paws, and they're red. Look for yourself, -Wigg."</p> - -<p class="normal">"There's no denying it," said the baffled Wigg.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You're on duty here, Wigg."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What do you advise, Nightingale? You've been longer in the -force than me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's got to be looked into by somebody. It ain't for me to do -it, because I'm out of my beat, and I don't want to be made an example of. Would -you oblige me by going to the door and giving the alarm?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"What for?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"For me, being at a distance, to hear it. For me hearing it, -to run to your assistance. Do you twig? My being on your beat must be accounted -for. That will account for it."</p> - -<p class="normal">This ingenious suggestion relieved Constable Wigg's mind as -well as his comrade's.</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's a good idea," he said; "and it'll account, too, for -our being in the house, supposing anything should be said about it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Exactly. Being here with Mrs. Middlemore's permission. You've -got a lot to learn, Wigg, and one of the lessons I'd advise you to take to -heart"--here he looked significantly at Mrs. Middlemore--"is not to poach on a -pal's preserves."</p> - -<p class="normal">Constable Wigg may have felt the reproach, but he took no -notice of it. "You may as well come to the door with me, Nightingale."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I've no objections."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'll come too," said Mrs. Middlemore, nervously. "I wouldn't -be left alone here for anythink you could orfer me."</p> - -<p class="normal">The three walked upstairs to the passage, Mrs. Middlemore -needing the support of Constable Nightingale's arm round her waist; but the -moment the fastenings of the street-door were unloosed, it flew open as though a -battering ram had been applied to it, and the wind and snow swept in upon them -with undiminished fury.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Hanged if it ain't getting worse and worse!" muttered -Constable Nightingale, helping the others to shut the door, which was -accomplished with great difficulty.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Don't make a noise in the passage," whispered Mrs. Middlemore -to Constable Wigg. "Mr. Felix 'll 'ear it, and he'd never forgive me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"We'll take it for granted, then, that the alarm is given," -said Constable Nightingale, "and we'll go downstairs, and consider what ought to -be done."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_05" href="#div1Ref_05">CHAPTER V.</a></h4> - -<h5>DR. LAMB TELLS THE CONSTABLES AND MRS. MIDDLEMORE WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH -MR. FELIX.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">Arrived once more in that comfortable apartment, they shook -off the snow dust which had blown in upon them from the street. Then Constable -Nightingale assumed a judicial attitude.</p> - -<p class="normal">"In case of anything being wrong," he said, "we must all be -agreed upon what has took place before it's discovered."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Before what's discovered?" cried Mrs. Middlemore.</p> - -<p class="normal">"That we've got to find out."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's ten to one there's nothing to find out," said Constable -Wigg.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's ten to one there is," retorted Constable Nightingale. "I -go a bit deeper than you, Wigg; but whether there is or there ain't, it's always -well to be prepared with a story. I've got something in my mind that you don't -seem to have in yours; what it is you shall hear presently. Mrs. Middlemore, -going out for her supper-beer at her usual hour, about half-past eleven shuts -the street-door behind her, and does not return till past twelve. Is that -correct, ma'am?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Quite correct, Mr. Nightingale; but what are you driving at?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"All in good time, my dear. You leave the house safe, and you -are sure you shut the street-door tight?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'll take my oath of it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It may come to that; I don't want to scare you, but it may -come to that. When you come back with the supper-beer you find the street-door -open?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"But I don't."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Excuse me, you do; it's necessary."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"And I'll tell you why. When you come home you find Wigg and -me here, don't you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You've heard how we got in, but it's a fact that we had no -business here unless we was called in. We must have been called in by somebody, -and whoever it was must have had a reason for inviting us. Is that sound, Wigg?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"As sound as a rock, Nightingale."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Felix didn't call us in, and there's no one else in the -house while you've gone for your supper-beer?" Mrs. Middlemore coughed, which -caused Constable Nightingale to ask, "What's that for?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It ain't for me to say," replied Mrs. Middlemore. "What you -want to git at is that there's only two people living regularly in the 'ouse, -Mr. Felix and me. If Mr. Felix makes it worth my while to keep my own counsel, -I'm going to keep it, and I don't care what happens."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I wouldn't persuade you otherwise. Gentlemen that's so -liberal with their money as him ain't to be met with every day. Very well, then. -There's only you and Mr. Felix living in the house, and he don't call us in. -It's you that does that. Why? You shut the street-door tight when you went out; -you find it open when you come back, and at the same time you see a man with a -red handkercher round his neck run out of the house. Of course you're alarmed; -Wigg happens to be near, and you call him; he, thinking he may want assistance, -calls me; and that's how it is we're both here at the present moment. That's -pretty straight, isn't it?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Both his hearers agreed that it was, and he proceeded:</p> - -<p class="normal">"But we mustn't forget that we've been here some time already. -I make it, by my silver watch that I won in a raffle, twenty minutes to two. -Your kitchen clock, Mrs. Middlemore, is a little slow."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do what I will," said Mrs. Middlemore, "I can't make it go -right."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Some clocks," observed Constable Nightingale, with a touch of -humor--he was on the best of terms with himself, having, in a certain sense, -snuffed out Constable Wigg--"are like some men and women; they're either too -slow or too fast, and try your hardest you can't alter 'em. We must be able to -account for a little time between past twelve o'clock and now; there's no need -to be too particular; such a night as this is 'll excuse a lot. I'll take the -liberty of stopping your clock and putting the hands back to twelve, so that you -won't be fixed to a half-hour or so. The clock stopped while you was getting -your supper-beer, of course. Likewise I stop my watch, and put the hands back to -about the same time. Now, what do I do when Wigg calls me here? I hear what you, -ma'am, have to say about the street-door being open and a man running out and -almost upsetting you, and I make tracks after him. I don't catch him, and then I -come back here, and that brings us up to this very minute. Plain sailing, so -far. You'll bear it in mind, you and Wigg, won't you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I've got it," said Wigg, "at my fingers' ends."</p> - -<p class="normal">"So 'ave I," said Mrs. Middlemore.</p> - -<p class="normal">"But what are you going to do now?" asked Constable Wigg.</p> - -<p class="normal">"To find the cat," replied Constable Nightingale.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Going to take it up?" This, with a fine touch of sarcasm.</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, Wigg," said Constable Nightingale, speaking very -seriously. "I want to make sure where it got that red color from, because, not -to put too fine a point on it, it's blood."</p> - -<p class="normal">Mrs. Middlemore uttered a stifled scream, and clapped her -hands on her hips.</p> - -<p class="normal">"That," continued Constable Nightingale, in a tone of severity -to his brother constable, "is what I had in my mind and you didn't have in -yours. Why, if you look with only half an eye at them stains on the floor, you -can't mistake 'em."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, dear, oh, dear," moaned Mrs. Middlemore, "we shall all be -murdered in our beds?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nothing of the sort, my dear," said Constable Nightingale; -"we'll look after you. Pull yourself together, there's a good soul, and answer -me one or two questions. I know that Mr. Felix comes home late sometimes."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Very often, very often."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And that, as well as being generous with his money, he likes -his pleasures. Now, are you sure he was at home when you went out for your -beer?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'm certain of it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And that he did not go out before you come back?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"How can I tell you that?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Of course. A stupid question. But, at all events, he ain't -the sort of man to go out in such a storm as this?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not 'im. He's too fond of his comforts."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Does he ever ring for you in the middle of the night--at such -a time as this, for instance?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Never."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Has he ever been took ill in the night, and rung you up?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Never."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do you ever go up to his room without being summoned?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's more than I dare. I should lose the best customer I ever -had in my life. He made things as clear as can be when he first come into the -'ouse. 'Never,' he ses to me, 'under any circumstances whatever, let me see you -going upstairs to my rooms unless I call you. Never let me ketch you prying -about. If I do, you shall 'ear of it in a way you won't like.'"</p> - -<p class="normal">Constable Nightingale was silent a few moments, and then he -said, briskly, "Let's us go and hunt up that cat."</p> - -<p class="normal">But although they searched the basement through they could not -find it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Perhaps," suggested Constable Wigg, "it got out of the house -when we opened the street-door just now."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Perhaps," assented Constable Nightingale, laconically.</p> - -<p class="normal">Then they ascended the stairs to the ground floor, Constable -Nightingale examining very carefully the marks of the cat's paws on the -oilcloth.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do you see, Mrs. Middlemore? Blood. There's no mistaking it. -And I'm hanged if it doesn't go upstairs to the first floor."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You're not going up, Mr. Nightingale?" asked Mrs. Middlemore, -under her breath, laying her hand on his arm.</p> - -<p class="normal">"If I know myself," said Constable Nightingale, patting her -hand, "I am. Whatever happens, it's my duty and Wigg's to get at the bottom of -this. What else did you call us in for?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"To be sure," said Mrs. Middlemore, helplessly, "but if you -have any feeling for me, speak low."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will, my dear. My feelings for you well you must know, but -this is not the time. Look here at this stain, and this, and this. The spectre -cat has been up these stairs. Puss, puss, puss, puss! Not likely that it'll -answer; it's got the cunning of a fox. That's Mr. Felix's room, if my eyes don't -deceive me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, it is."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But it don't look the same door as the one I have been -through; it ain't the first time I've been here, you know. Where's the keyhole? -I'll take my oath there was a keyhole when I last saw the door."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The key 'ole's 'id. That brass plate covers it; it's a patent -spring, and he fixes it some'ow from the inside; he presses something, and it -slides down; then he turns a screw, and makes it tight."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Can anyone do it but him?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I don't think they can; it's 'is own idea, he ses."</p> - -<p class="normal">"See how we're getting on, Wigg. No one can work that brass -plate but him; that shows he's at home." He knocked at the door, and called "Mr. -Felix, Mr. Felix!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"He'll give me notice to leave," said Mrs. Middlemore, "I'm -sure he will. He's the last man in the world to be broke in upon like this."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Leave it to me, my dear," said Constable Nightingale, "I'll -make it all right with him. What did he say to me when I was on this beat? I -told you, you remember, Wigg. 'Constable,' says he, 'you're on night duty here.' -'Yes, sir,' I answers. 'Very good,' says he, 'I live in this house, and I always -make it a point to look after them as looks after me.' That was a straight tip, -and I'm looking after him now. Mr. Felix, Mr. Felix!"</p> - -<p class="normal">But though he called again and again, and rapped at the door -twenty times, he received no answer from within the room.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's singular," he said, knitting his brows. "He must be a -sound sleeper, must Mr. Felix. I'll try again."</p> - -<p class="normal">He continued to knock and call "loud enough," as he declared, -"to rouse the dead," but no response came to the anxious little group on the -landing.</p> - -<p class="normal">"There's not only no keyhole," said Constable Nightingale, -"but there's no handle to take hold of. The door's for all the world like a safe -without a knob. Mr. Felix, Mr. Felix, Mr. Felix! Don't you hear us, sir? I've -got something particular to say to you."</p> - -<p class="normal">For all the effect he produced he might have spoken to a stone -wall, and he and Constable Wigg and Mrs. Middlemore stood looking helplessly at -each other.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I tell you what it is," he said, tightening his belt, "this -has got beyond a joke. What with the silence, and the bloodstains, and the man -with the red handkercher round his neck as run out of the house while Wigg and -me was talking together outside, there's more in this than meets the eye. Now, -Mrs. Middlemore, there's no occasion for us to speak low any more; it's wearing -to the throat. Have you got any doubt at all that the brass plate there couldn't -be fixed as it is unless somebody was inside the room?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'm certain of it, Mr. Nightingale, I'm certain of it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Then Mr. Felix, or somebody else, must be there, and if he's -alive couldn't help hearing us, unless he's took a sleeping draught of -twenty-horse power. There's a bell wire up there; Wigg, give me a back."</p> - -<p class="normal">Constable Wigg stooped, and Constable Nightingale stood on his -back and reached the wire, which he pulled smartly for so long a time that -Constable Wigg's back gave way, and brought Constable Nightingale to the ground -somewhat unexpectedly. Certainly every person in the house possessed of the -sense of hearing must have heard the bell, which had a peculiar resonant ring, -and seemed on this occasion to have a hundred ghostly echoes which proclaimed -themselves incontinently from attic to basement. No well-behaved echo would have -displayed such a lack of method.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oughtn't that to rouse him?" asked Constable Nightingale.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It ought to," replied Mrs. Middlemore, "if----" and then -suddenly paused, the "if" frozen on her tongue.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Ah," said Constable Nightingale, gravely, "if!"</p> - -<p class="normal">There was a window on the landing, and he opened it. The snow -dust floated through it, but in less quantities, and there was a perceptible -abatement in the violence of the storm. He closed the window.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It ain't so bad as it was. Mrs. Middlemore, do you think I -could force this door open?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not without tools," said Mrs. Middlemore. "It's made of oak."</p> - -<p class="normal">"No harm in trying," said Constable Nightingale. "Here, Wigg, -give us a pound."</p> - -<p class="normal">They applied their shoulders with a will, but their united -efforts produced no impression.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's got to be opened," said Constable Nightingale, "by fair -means or foul. Wigg, do you know of a locksmith about here?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I don't."</p> - -<p class="normal">In point of fact Constable Nightingale knew of one, but it was -at some little distance, and he did not want to leave Constable Wigg and Mrs. -Middlemore alone.</p> - -<p class="normal">"There's one in Wardour Street," he said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is there?" said Constable Wigg. "I'm new to the neighborhood, -and I'm certain I shouldn't be able to find it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"All right," said Constable Nightingale, briskly, seeing his -way out of the difficulty, "we'll go together."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And leave me alone 'ere after what's happened!" cried Mrs. -Middlemore. "Not if you was to fill my lap with dymens! That 'orrid cat 'd come -and scare the life out of me!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"We can't all go," mused Constable Nightingale, with a stern -eye on his comrade, "and I ain't a man to shirk a duty; but don't go back on a -pal, Wigg, whatever you do."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nobody could ever bring that against me, Nightingale," said -Constable Wigg, in an injured tone; "and I don't know what you're driving at."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I hope you don't," said Constable Nightingale, by no means -softened, "that's all I've got to say. I hope you don't. You'd better both see -me to the door, and shut it after me. And mind you keep your ears open to let me -in when I come back."</p> - -<p class="normal">Constable Nightingale, a victim to duty, was presently -battling with the storm through the deserted streets, while Constable Wigg and -Mrs. Middlemore, at the housekeeper's suggestion, made their way to the warm -kitchen, where she brewed for her companion a stiff glass of grog. "What did Mr. -Nightingale mean," asked Mrs. Middlemore, "when he said never go back on a pal?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'd rather not say," replied Constable Wigg, and then -appeared suddenly to come to a different conclusion.</p> - -<p class="normal">"But why not? The last of my wishes would be to vex you, and -when you're curious you like to know, don't you, my--I beg you a thousand -pardons--don't you, ma'am?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Wigg," observed Mrs. Middlemore, "I'm a woman, and I do -like to know. Oh!" she cried, with a little shriek, "was that somebody moving -upstairs?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, my dear, no. Keep close to me; I will protect you and -proud of the chance, as who wouldn't be? When Nightingale threw out that hint, -he meant, if I'm not mistook, that a lady should have only one admirer, -hisself."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well, I'm sure!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"He's not a bad sort of fellow, is Nightingale--it ain't for -me to say anything against him--but when he wants a monopoly of something very -precious"--and Constable Wigg looked languishingly at Mrs. Middlemore--"when he -wants that, and as good as says it belongs to him and no one else, he touches a -tender point. There's no harm in my admiring you, my dear; who could help it, -that's what I'd like to know? Thank you--I <i>will</i> take another lump of -sugar. Yes, who could help it? Charms like yours--if you'll forgive me for -mentioning 'em--ain't to be met with every day, and a man with a heart would -have to be blind not to be struck. There! I wouldn't have spoke so free if it -hadn't been for Nightingale and for your asking me what he meant. But a man -can't always restrain his feelings, and I hope I haven't hurt yours, my dear."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not a bit, Mr. Wigg," said Mrs. Middlemore, and the tone -would have been amorous had it not been for the mysterious trouble in her house; -"you've spoke beautiful, and Mr. Nightingale ought to be ashamed of 'isself."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Don't tell him I said anything, my dear."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I won't. I give you my 'and on it."</p> - -<p class="normal">He took it and squeezed it, and said, "What's passed we'll -keep to ourselves."</p> - -<p class="normal">"We will, Mr. Wigg."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Here's to our better acquaintance, my dear."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'm sure you're kindness itself. Oh, Mr. Wigg, I 'ope nothing -'as 'appened to Mr. Felix."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I hope so, too. My opinion is that he's out, and that the -brass plate over the keyhole has got there by accident. But Nightingale always -makes the worst of things. That's not my way. Wait till the worst comes, I say; -it's time enough. You may worrit yourself to death, and be no better off for it -after all."</p> - -<p class="normal">In this strain they continued their conversation, Mrs. -Middlemore declaring that it was quite a comfort to have Constable Wigg with -her. She confided to him that she had a bit of money saved, and that Mr. Felix -had said more than once that he would remember her in his will, which elicited -from Constable Wigg the remark that he hoped Mr. Felix had made his will and had -behaved as he ought to; "though, mind you," he added, "I don't believe -anything's the matter with him, or that he's at home. It's all through that -spectre cat, and as for bloodstains, they've got to be proved." A knocking and -rattling at the street-door caused Mrs. Middlemore to cling very closely to him, -and when she recovered her fright, they both went upstairs to let Constable -Nightingale in.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is that you, Nightingale?" Constable Wigg called out before -he turned the key.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, it's me," cried Constable Nightingale, without: "don't -keep us waiting all night."</p> - -<p class="normal">"He's got the locksmith with him," whispered Constable Wigg, -with his lips very close to Mrs. Middlemore's ear. Then he threw open the -street-door.</p> - -<p class="normal">Constable Nightingale had somebody else with him besides the -locksmith. Accompanying them was a tall, thin, gentlemanly-looking, but rather -seedy young gentleman, who stepped quickly into the passage.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Has anything took place?" inquired Constable Nightingale, -glancing suspiciously from Constable Wigg to Mrs. Middlemore.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nothing," replied Constable Wigg. "There ain't been a sound -in the house."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Just as we turned the corner," said Constable Nightingale, -with a motion of his hand toward the seedy young gentleman, "we met Dr. Lamb, -who was coming home from a case, and as there's no knowing what might be wanted, -I asked him to favor us with his company."</p> - -<p class="normal">Mrs. Middlemore knew Dr. Lamb, who kept a chemist's shop in -the neighborhood, and she gave him a friendly nod. It must have been a trying -case that the young gentleman had come from, for he looked particularly shaky, -and was rather unsteady on his legs. The locksmith now made some sensible -remarks to the effect that he had been awakened from a sound sleep, and would -like to get back to bed again; therefore, had they not better get to work at -once? His suggestion was acted upon, and they all proceeded upstairs.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'll give him another chance," said Constable Nightingale, -and he forthwith exerted the full strength of his lungs and hammered away at the -door, to as little purpose as he had previously done. "There's nothing for it," -he said, very red in the face, "but to force open the door in the name of the -law."</p> - -<p class="normal">The locksmith, who had brought a basket of tools with him, -declared he would make short work of it, but after examining the door was forced -to confess inwardly that this was an idle boast. It was of stout oak, and to -remove the brass plate and pick the lock occupied him much longer than he -expected. However, in the course of about twenty minutes the task was -accomplished, and the door stood open for them to enter. Standing for a moment -irresolutely on the threshold they were greeted by a blast of cold air. -Constable Nightingale was the first to notice that the window was open, and he -stepped into the room and closed it. The others followed, and were treading -close on his heels when he waved them back, and pointed downward. There, on the -floor, was a little pool of blood. They shuddered as they gazed upon it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I thought as much," said Constable Nightingale, the first to -speak. "There's been foul play here. Who opened that window, and left it open on -such a night? The cry for help you heard, Wigg, came from this room."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But there's nobody here," said Constable Wigg.</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's his bedroom," said Mrs. Middlemore, in an awestruck -voice, pointing to a room the door of which was ajar.</p> - -<p class="normal">They stepped softly toward it, Dr. Lamb now taking the lead. -In an arm-chair by the side of the bed sat a man, his arms hanging listlessly -down. Dr. Lamb shook him roughly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Wake up!"</p> - -<p class="normal">But the figure did not move. Dr. Lamb leant over the recumbent -form, and thrust his hand inside the man's waistcoat. Then, with his fingers -under the man's chin, he raised the head, so that the face was visible.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Good Lord!" cried Mrs. Middlemore. "It's Mr. Felix! What's -the matter with him?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Dr. Lamb put his finger to his lips, and did not immediately -reply. When he removed his hand the head dropped down again, hiding the face.</p> - -<p class="normal">"If you want to know what's the matter with the man," he said, -presently, "he's dead."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Dead!" exclaimed Mrs. Middlemore.</p> - -<p class="normal">"As a doornail," said Dr. Lamb.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_06" href="#div1Ref_06">CHAPTER VI.</a></h4> - -<h5>THE "EVENING MOON" INDULGES IN A BOMBASTIC RETROSPECT, IN WHICH SOME VERY -TALL AND VERY FINE WRITING WILL BE DETECTED BY THE OBSERVANT READER.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"In pursuance of the policy which we inaugurated some four -years since by the romance known as 'Great Porter Square,' we now present our -readers with a story of today, which we with confidence declare to be as strange -and exciting as that thrilling mystery, which may be regarded as the -starting-point of a new and captivating description of journalism for the -people. We use the term 'romance' advisedly, and are prepared to justify it, -although the incidents which we set before hundreds of thousands of readers were -true in every particular, and occurred in a locality with which every Londoner -is familiar. We recall with pride the extraordinary variety of opinions which -our publication of that story of real life, and the means we pursued to get at -the heart of it, elicited. By many we were inordinately praised, by some we were -mercilessly condemned. There were critics who declared that it was derogatory to -the legitimate functions of a newspaper to present any matter of public interest -in the garb in which we clothed it; there were others who, with a juster sense -of the altered conditions of society by which we are ruled, and to which we are -compelled to submit, declared that the new departure we made in the Great Porter -Square Mystery was, to the general mass of readers, as wholesome as it was -entertaining. Judging by results, these latter critics were most certainly in -the right. The public read with eager avidity the details of that remarkable -case as we published them, in our own original fashion, from day to day. The -demand for copies of our several editions was so great that we were absolutely -unable to satisfy it, and we are afraid that thousands of newspaper readers were -compelled to pay exorbitant prices to the ragamuffins who vend the daily -journals in the public streets. We made strong endeavors to put a stop to this -extortion, but our efforts were vain, chiefly because the people themselves were -content to pay three and four times the established price of the <i>Evening Moon</i> -rather than be deprived of the pleasure of reading the tempting morsels with -which its columns were filled. Letters of congratulation poured in upon us from -all quarters, written by persons occupying the highest positions in society, as -well as by others moving in the lowest stations, and from that time the success -of the <i>Evening Moon</i>, as a journal which had firmly fixed itself in the -affections of the people, was assured. If any excuse is needed for the system of -journalism of which we were the first bold exponents, we might find it in the -trite axiom that the ends justify the means, but we deny that any excuse -whatever is required. It was no sentimental experiment that we were trying; we -had carefully watched the currents of public opinion, and we started on our -crusade to satisfy a need. The present state of society is such that the public -insist upon their right to be made acquainted with the innermost details of -cases which are brought before the tribunals; the moment these cases come before -the public they are public property. There was a time when seemly and closed -doors were the rule, and under the cloak of that pernicious system the most -flagrant wrongs were committed; it is not so in the present day, and it is right -that it should not be so. Public matters belong to the people, and so long as a -proper and necessary measure of decency is observed, so long as private -characters are not defamed, so long as homes and those who occupy them are not -made wretched by infamous innuendoes, so long as the pen of the literary -journalist is not employed for the purpose of scandal and blackmail--too often, -we regret to say, convertible terms--the people's rights in this respect must be -observed.</p> - -<p class="normal">"We point with justifiable pride to the manner in which our -example has been followed. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and, we -may add, also of approval, and the columns of numberless newspapers with which -we have no connection testify to the approval which our new system of journalism -has won. We mention no names, and have no intention of complaining because the -credit of initiating the new system has been withheld from us; we accept the -compliment which has been paid to us, and we wish our contemporaries good luck. -At the same time we point out to our hundreds of thousands of readers that no -journal has, up to this day, succeeded in presenting public news in as tempting -a manner as we are enabled to do. The reason for this lies in the extraordinary -intelligence of our staff. Our writers are picked men, who could earn celebrity -in other channels than those of newspaper columns, but who are content to serve -us because they are paid as capable journalists ought to be paid, with a -liberality which other newspaper proprietors would deem excessive, but which we -do not. This is one of the secrets of our astonishing and unprecedented success. -Our editors, sub-editors, special correspondents, and reporters are zealous as -no others are because they are devoted to our cause, because they have regular -and tangible proof that our welfare is theirs, because they share in the profits -of our enterprise. Thus it is that we are now in possession of particulars -relating to 'The Mystery of Monsieur Felix,' which not one of our contemporaries -has been able to obtain, and thus it is that we are in a position to present to -our readers a romance as thrilling as any that has ever emanated from the -printing press. It presents features of novelty and surprise which can be found -in no other <i>cause célèbre</i>, and our readers may rest assured that we shall -follow up every clew in our possession with an intelligence frequently wanting -in the officials of Scotland Yard. And, moreover, we have every right to -maintain, and we shall establish the fact, that what we do is done in the sacred -cause of justice. The wronged shall be righted, and the mystery clearly brought -to light, before we have finished with the case of M. Felix.</p> - -<p class="normal">"For a long period of time the term 'romance' has been -misunderstood. Romance was supposed to lie outside the regions of the ordinary -occurrences of everyday life. There was a glamour about the word, a kind of -lustre which lifted it above and beyond the commonplace features of human -struggle. It was, as it were, a castle built upon an eminence, with spires, and -turrets, and gables, whose points shone brightly in the sun; it was, as it were, -a species of ideal garden in which grew only rare flowers and stately trees; or -a land of enchantment peopled by knights in silver armor, and by dainty ladies -flinging kisses to their lords and lovers as they rode forth to the tournament -or the battle. This was the bygone notion of Romance, the false idea which, -thanks in a great measure to our efforts, is now utterly exploded. It has been -found and proved that the truest regions of romance lie in humble courts and -alleys, where the commonest flowers grow, where the air is not perfumed by -odorous blossoms, where people dwell not in turreted castle or stately palace, -but in the humblest homes and narrowest spaces, where common fustian and dimity, -not glittering armor and silken sheen, are the ordinary wear; where faces are -thin and anxious from the daily cares of toil, where the battle is not for vast -tracts of country worth millions, but for the daily loaf of bread worth -fourpence halfpenny. It has been found and proved that the police courts are a -veritable hot-bed in which romance is forever springing up. When we contemplate -the shattering of old false idols and ideals, it would almost seem as if we were -living in an age of topsy-turvydom, but the sober fact is that the world is -healthfully setting itself right, and is daily and hourly stripping off the -veneer which lay thick upon what have been ridiculously called the good old -times. We were the first to practically recognize this truth, and we have done -our best to make it popular. It is from lowly annals that we culled the romance -of 'Great Porter Square,' and it is from somewhat similar annals that we cull -the present 'Mystery of M. Felix.' The story will be found as strange as it is -true. All the passions of human nature are expressed in it, and there is one -episode at least--even up to the point which it has already reached--so singular -and startling as to be absolutely unique.</p> - -<p class="normal">"We draw special attention to the words in our last sentence, -'even up to the point which it has already reached,' and we beg our readers to -bear them well in mind. It may be in their remembrance that when we commenced to -unravel the mystery of 'Great Porter Square' we had no knowledge of its -conclusion. We held in our hands certain slight threads which we followed -patiently up, and of which we kept firm hold, until we had woven them into a -strand which villainy and duplicity could not break. We championed the cause of -a man who, upon no evidence whatever--simply from the officious and mistaken -zeal of a few policemen--was brought up to the police court on the suspicion of -being in some undiscovered way connected with a crime with which all England was -ringing. He was remanded day after day for the production of evidence which was -never forthcoming, and day after day we protested against the injustice of which -it was sought to make him a victim. The slender threads in our possession we -held fast, as we have said, until at length we were rewarded with a gratifying -success, until at length we brought the guilt home to the guilty parties. We -ourselves were misled by the specious statements of one of the miscreants, a -woman, we regret to say, who was one of the two principal actors in a plot which -was very nearly successful, and which, indeed, did for a certain time succeed. -We are in a similar position with respect to the 'Mystery of M. Felix.' The -information already in our possession leads us to a point of great interest, and -there strangely breaks off. But we pledge ourselves to pursue the story to an -end, and to unearth what is at present hidden in darkness. Our agents are at -work in this country and elsewhere, and we are satisfied that they will succeed -in removing the veil from a mystery which is a common topic of conversation and -discussion in all classes of society."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_07" href="#div1Ref_07">CHAPTER VII.</a></h4> - -<h5>AN EXAMINATION OF CERTAIN DISCREPANCIES IN THE STATEMENTS OF THE THREE -PRINCIPAL WITNESSES.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"The night of the 16th of January will be long remembered. For -three weeks the snow had fallen, intermittently, it is true, but for hours -together. The roads were almost blockaded, and traffic was carried on under -exceptional difficulties. The season, which in the early part of December had -promised to be unusually mild, suddenly vindicated its reputation, and we were -treated to an old-fashioned, bitter winter of great severity. On the evening of -the 15th of January the frost was most severe, its intensity lasting until some -time after daybreak, the thermometer showing at eight o'clock A.M. close upon -sixteen degrees of frost. When it began to snow again people, congratulated -themselves that a thaw was setting in. They were mistaken. Had it been possible -the snow would have frozen as soon as it reached the ground, but it fell in too -great quantities for such a result. In the evening a piercing wind raged through -the thoroughfares, and the snow continued to fall more heavily than during the -day. In some places there was a drift almost, if not quite, man high, and our -columns on the morning of the 17th recorded the discovery of three lifeless -persons, one man and two women, who had been frozen to death during the night. -With these unfortunates we have nothing to do; what concerns us and our story is -that on the night of the 16th, Mrs. Middlemore, a housekeeper in one of the old -houses in Gerard Street, Soho, very imprudently went out just before midnight to -fetch her supper-beer. Even the raging storm did not prevent her from indulging -in her usual habit, the temptation of beer being too strong for her, and the -prospect of going to bed without it being too appalling to risk. She saw that -the street door was secure when she left the house, and was surprised, upon her -return, to find it open. These, and many other particulars which will be duly -recorded, are statements which have already appeared in public print, and we are -not responsible for them. At the moment of her reaching the street door the -circumstance of its being open was impressed upon her by the appearance of a man -hurriedly leaving the house. He did not stop to address her, and she had no -opportunity of asking his business there, because he flew by her 'like a flash -of lightning,' she says. Naturally alarmed, she raised her voice and cried, -'Police!' One, Constable Wigg, happened to be not far distant, and he responded -to her summons. Having heard what Mrs. Middlemore had to say, he saw that there -were two things to attend to--one, to ascertain whether anything had occurred -within the house; the other, to follow the man who had escaped from it with such -celerity. As he could not fulfil these two duties at one and the same time, he -in his turn summoned to his assistance a brother constable of the name of -Nightingale. This officer pursued the man, and Constable Wigg and Mrs. -Middlemore entered the house.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Now, with the exception of Mrs. Middlemore, there was only -one regular tenant in the house, M. Felix, who had lived there for nearly two -years, and concerning whom, up to the night of January 16th, very little appears -to have been known, except that he was a retired gentleman, living on his means, -fond of pleasure, and of a generous disposition to those who served him well. -Mrs. Middlemore speaks in the highest terms of him, but she judges only from one -point of view, that of a landlady who has a liberal lodger. Otherwise, she has -no knowledge of him, and cannot say where he came from, whether he was married -or single (the circumstance of his living a bachelor life would not definitely -decide this question), or whether he has any relations in any part of the world. -There are many gentlemen of the description of M. Felix pursuing their -mysterious careers in this great city, a goodly number of them under false -names.</p> - -<p class="normal">"M. Felix was a very peculiar gentleman. He paid for the -entire house, although he occupied only three rooms, a sitting-room, a -dining-room, and a bedroom. His stipulation when he first entered into -possession was that under no circumstances should any other tenant but himself -be allowed to occupy a room, and he went so far as to refuse permission to Mrs. -Middlemore for any friends of hers to sleep in the building. Her duties -consisted in attending to him and to his rooms, which she entered and set in -order only when he directed her, and for these slight services she was -extravagantly paid. Such a tenant was a treasure, and she appreciated him -accordingly, not venturing to disobey him in the slightest particular. He had -taken the greatest pains to impress upon her that she was never, under any -circumstances whatever, to come to his rooms unless she was summoned, and from -what we have gathered of his character, M. Felix was a gentleman who could be -stern as well as pleasant, and was not a person who would allow his orders to be -disobeyed without making the delinquent suffer for it. These imperative -instructions rendered Constable Wigg's course difficult. Mrs. Middlemore had -left M. Felix in the house when she went to fetch her supper-beer, and it was in -the highest degree improbable that he should have quitted it during her absence. -He was not a young man, he was fond of his ease, and the storm was raging -furiously. Nothing less than a matter of life or death would tempt a man of M. -Felix's disposition from his cosy fireside on such a night. Constable Wigg -suggested that he should go up-stairs to M. Felix's rooms, and ascertain whether -he was in and safe, but Mrs. Middlemore would not listen to the suggestion, and -of course without her consent Constable Wigg could not carry his proposition -into effect. In a casual examination of those parts of the premises which Mrs. -Middlemore allowed him to enter he saw nothing to excite his suspicions, and he -decided to wait for the return of Constable Nightingale before he proceeded -further.</p> - -<p class="normal">"We break off here for a moment for the purpose of making -brief mention of one or two peculiar features in this singular affair, leaving -Constable Wigg and Mrs. Middlemore standing in the passage or the kitchen--(<i>they</i> -say the passage, we presume to say the kitchen, where doubtless a cheerful fire -was blazing; policemen are human)--at half-past twelve or a quarter to one in -the middle of the night, waiting for Constable Nightingale to report progress. -Curiously enough, the time cannot be exactly fixed, because the kitchen clock -had stopped, because Constable Nightingale's watch had stopped also, and because -Constable Wigg did not wear one. In an affair of this description it is as well -not to lose sight of the smallest details. We arrive at the time, half-past -twelve or a quarter to one, approximately. Even in such a storm as was then -raging through the streets, Big Ben of Westminster made itself heard, and it -transpires, from a statement volunteered by Constable Wigg, that the great bell -was proclaiming the hour of midnight when, tramping half-frozen on his beat, he -heard a cry for help. Three times was this cry sent forth into the night, and, -faithful guardian as he was, according to his own averment, he endeavored to -ascertain the direction from which the appeal proceeded. It may well be believed -that, with the wind blowing seemingly from all points of the compass at once, he -failed to make the necessary discovery; but it strikes us as singular that when -he was talking matters over with Mrs. Middlemore it did not occur to him that -the cry for help may have proceeded from the very house in which he was -standing. We make no comment upon this singular lapse of memory. It strikes us -also as by no means unimportant that in the statements of Mrs. Middlemore and -the two constables there is something very like contradiction and confusion. -Mrs. Middlemore gives an answer to a question as to her movements in connection -with those of the constables, and presently, being pressed to be definite, says -something which throws doubt upon her first answer. She excuses herself by -saying that she was upset and worried, but to us this explanation is not -satisfactory, if only for the reason that her subsequent correction throws doubt -upon certain answers given by the two constables to certain questions put to -them. However, in the present aspect of the matter, these contradictions may -simply point to some dereliction of duty on the part of the constables which -they may wish should not be known, and perhaps to some agreement on the part of -these three witnesses to an invented story which, believed, would exculpate the -constables from any such dereliction. This is mere supposition, and we present -it for what it is worth.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is difficult to ascertain the precise time at which -Constable Nightingale returned to the house in Gerard Street after his fruitless -search for the man who had alarmed Mrs. Middlemore by his sudden rush from the -premises. Truly he must have had the greatest difficulty in making his way -through the streets. In explanation of our remark that in the statements of Mrs. -Middlemore and the two constables there is something very like contradiction and -confusion, we append their answers to a few of the questions put to them. We -will deal with Constable Nightingale first:</p> - -<p class="normal">"'When you left the house in Gerard Street in pursuit of the -man what direction did you take?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I went in the direction of Oxford Street.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That is, you went to the right?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Why not to the left?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That would have led me to Leicester Square and Charing -Cross.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you choose the Oxford Street route at haphazard?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What induced you to take it?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I was told by Constable Wigg that the man went that way.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you meet any person on the road?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No one.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Absolutely no one?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Absolutely no one.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'How long were you engaged upon your search for the man?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I can't exactly fix it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'May we say an hour?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That would be near the length of time.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"We will now deal with Constable Wigg. He was asked--</p> - -<p class="normal">"'How did you summon Constable Nightingale to your -assistance?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I blew my police whistle.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Many times?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not many. He must have been very near.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'But he did not make his appearance immediately?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No; not immediately.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Shall we say that two or three minutes elapsed before he -joined you?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'About that.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You explained to him what had occurred?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, with the assistance of Mrs. Middlemore.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You both explained it together?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Well, first one spoke, then the other.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you tell Nightingale that the man had fled in the -direction of Oxford Street?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'In point of fact, you did not see the man come out of the -house?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And? therefore, could not have given Nightingale the -direction?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, of course I could not.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Now for Mrs. Middlemore:</p> - -<p class="normal">"'When the man rushed by you from the house, you screamed -loudly for the police?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'As loud as I could.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'How many times did you call?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I kep' on calling till Constable Wigg came up.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'He did not come the moment you raised your voice?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, not immediate. Per'aps in two or three minutes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'If we say two minutes we shall be within the mark?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you inform Constable Nightingale that the man ran away -in the direction of Oxford Street?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No; I was so flustered that I didn't see which way he run.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"These are all the extracts we need give for the purpose of -our illustration, merely asking the reader to bear in mind that each witness was -examined without the others being present. Is it quite unreasonable to infer -that, had they been examined in each other's presence, their answers would not -have been exactly as they are reported in the public prints?</p> - -<p class="normal">"Constable Nightingale has since given an explanation of this -discrepancy by the admission that he must have made a mistake in supposing that -he received from Constable Wigg the information of the route the man took when -he scurried off; but we submit that this explanation is not entirely -satisfactory.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Another thing. Constable Nightingale states that he was -engaged in the search for an hour, and that during the whole of that time he did -not meet a single person on the road. How is that statement to be received? He -was hunting in some of the busiest thoroughfares in London, and it bears the -form of an accusation that he did not for a whole hour observe one policeman on -his beat. He was on his, he declares, at the time he heard Constable Wigg's -whistle. Constable Wigg was on his beat, according to his own declaration, when -he blew it. Were they the only two constables in a thronged locality who were -faithfully performing their duty? Doubtless the other constables on duty would -indignantly repudiate the allegation, but Constable Nightingale distinctly -implies as much. We do not wish to be hard on this officer, who bears a good -character in the force. His movements and proceedings between the hours of -twelve and two on the night of the 16th may have been innocent enough, or, if -not quite blameless, excusable enough on such a tempestuous night, but we -unhesitatingly say that his evidence is suspicious, and that we are not inclined -to accept it as veracious.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Still another thing. We have ascertained from persons -acquainted with Constable Nightingale, that he was very proud of his silver -watch, which he was lucky enough to win in a raffle, and that he was in the -habit of boasting that it never stopped, and never lost or gained a minute. It -is singular, therefore, that on this eventful night it should have stopped for -the first time, and at a time when it might be most important to fix the -occurrence of events to a minute. Perhaps Constable Nightingale's watch stopped -in sympathy with the stoppage of Mrs. Middlemore's kitchen clock.</p> - -<p class="normal">"We are anxious to do justice to the parties, and we hasten to -say that at our request they have allowed a competent watchmaker to examine -Constable Nightingale's watch and Mrs. Middlemore's clock; but this watchmaker -reports that they are in perfect order, and that he can find no reason why they -should both have stopped almost at the same moment.</p> - -<p class="normal">"If any of our readers consider that we are straining too hard -on trifles, we reply that the importance of so-called trifles cannot be -over-estimated. The world's greatest poet has said, 'Trifles light as air are in -their confirmation strong as proofs of Holy Writ.'"</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_08" href="#div1Ref_08">CHAPTER VIII.</a></h4> - -<h5>A STARTLING PHASE IN THE MYSTERY.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"We hark back now to the point at which we left Constable -Nightingale. He had returned to Gerard Street without having found the man. -During his absence nothing further had occurred to alarm the housekeeper and the -constable who kept her company, and they were in doubt as to what was best to be -done. There was no evidence that the man had entered the house with the -intention of robbing it, but he might have done so, and being disturbed before -he effected his purpose, thought it expedient to make his escape as quickly as -possible. They were debating this view when they were startled by what they -declare was an 'apparition.' It was the apparition of a half-starved cat, which -in some way must have found an entrance into the house before Mrs. Middlemore -came back with her supper-beer. The cat did not belong to the house, for M. -Felix had a horror of such creatures, and would not allow one to be kept on the -premises. It was not the cat that startled them, but the color of the cat, which -seemed to have been rolling itself in blood. They saw it only for an instant, -and then it disappeared, and has not since been seen again; but it left its -marks behind it. On the oil-cloth were marks of blood, made by the cat's paws. -These signs decided their course of action, and they proceeded upstairs to the -apartments occupied by M. Felix. They knocked and called out loudly to him, but -received no answer. By an ingenious arrangement, devised presumably by M. Felix -himself, the keyhole of the door by which they stood was masked by a brass -plate, the secret of which was known only to M. Felix. The silence strengthened -their apprehensions of foul play, and they determined to force the door open. To -effect this it was necessary to obtain the assistance of a locksmith, and -Constable Nightingale issued forth once more, and brought back with him not only -a locksmith, but a doctor in the neighborhood, Dr. Lamb, who was coming home -late from a professional visit. With some difficulty the door was forced open, -and the first thing that met their eyes was a pool of blood on the floor of the -sitting-room. They describe it as such, although subsequent examination proved -that there was a decided exaggeration in calling it a pool, the quantity of -blood which had fallen not being very serious. M. Felix was not in this room, -but when they entered the bedroom adjoining they discovered him in an arm-chair, -bearing the appearance of a man who had fallen asleep. He was not asleep, -however; he was dead. The natural presumption was that he had been murdered, and -that the blood on the floor was his, but Dr. Lamb very soon declared that this -was not the case. M. Felix was dead, certainly, but his death was produced by -natural causes, heart disease. In this conclusion Dr. Lamb was supported by -other medical evidence which was sought on the following day, and this being -supposed to be sufficiently established, the necessity of a post-mortem was not -immediately recognized. The body was lifted on the bed, and there lay, dressed, -as it had fallen into the arm-chair.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Accounts of these strange occurrences did not appear in the -morning newspapers of January 17th, and the first intimation the public received -of them was through the evening papers of that date. Even in this initial stage -we scented a mystery, and we despatched our reporters to Mrs. Middlemore to -obtain such information as would prove interesting to our readers. Our -reporters, however, were not able to see Mrs. Middlemore; neither were they able -to get access to the house; some absurd orders on the part of the police were -being carried out, which converted the house into a kind of safe. But such -ridiculous methods are not difficult to circumvent, and we determined that the -public should not be robbed of their privileges. On January 18th, that is, some -thirty-four hours after the death of M. Felix, we inserted the following -advertisement in the first edition of the -<i>Evening Moon</i>, and repeated it in all our subsequent editions. We printed -it in such bold type, and placed it in such a prominent position, that it could -not fail to reach the eyes of persons who were interested in the case:</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The Strange Death of M. Felix in Gerard Street, Soho. -Persons who had private or other interviews with M. Felix between the hours of -eight in the morning and twelve at night on January 16th, or who are in -possession of information which will throw light upon the circumstances -surrounding his death, are urgently requested to call at the office of the <i> -Evening Moon</i> at any time after the appearance of this advertisement. Liberal -rewards will be paid to all who give such information, and the best legal -assistance is offered by the proprietors of this journal, entirely at their own -expense, to all who may desire it and who are in any way interested in M. -Felix's death.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Meanwhile, so far as the police were concerned, matters -remained in abeyance. They seemed to do nothing, and certainly discovered -nothing. One of our contemporaries, in a leading article, has suggested that the -insertion of this advertisement in our columns was an attempt to tamper with -justice, or, if not to tamper, to defeat its ends. We can afford to smile at -such an insinuation. There was no case before the public courts, and no person -was accused of anything whatever in connection with the strange affair. The -action we took was taken in the cause of justice, to arouse it to action and -assist it. In the lighted torch of publicity there is an irresistible moral -force. It would be well if material light were thrown upon the black spaces in -this mighty city--upon the black spaces in which crimes are committed, the -perpetrators of which are enabled to escape because of the convenient darkness -in which they carry their horrible plans to a successful issue. If old-time -officialism refuses to stir out of the old routine of useless and pernicious -methods, forces which are not amenable to red tapeism must take the reins, must -take into their own hands the plain duties of lawful authority, duties which -they neglect and evade to the injury of society at large. We do not preach -socialism, we preach justice--and light.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Thus far in our narrative we have brought matters up to the -night of January 18th. The house in Gerard Street is dark and silent; the body -of M. Felix is lying on the bed to which it was lifted from the arm-chair in -which it was discovered.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The night was unusually dark. The snow-storm had ceased on -the previous day, and the reflected light of white thoroughfares no longer -helped to dispel the pervading gloom.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The morning newspapers of the 19th contained no items of -particular interest in connection with the death of M. Felix. We were the first -to announce an extraordinary and apparently inexplicable move in the mystery. In -order to do this we published our first edition two hours earlier than usual.</p> - -<p class="normal">"At nine o'clock on this morning one of our reporters, in the -exercise of his duty, was outside the house in Gerard Street, looking up at the -window of the sitting-room which M. Felix had occupied. He had exchanged a few -words with a policeman in the street.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I am on the staff of the <i>Evening Moon</i>,' he said to -the policeman. 'Is there anything new concerning M. Felix?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Nothing,' replied the policeman, quite civilly, and passed -on.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter remained outside the house. Patient and -persevering, he hoped to pick up some item of interest which he might be able to -weave into a paragraph.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Suddenly the street door was opened from within, and Mrs. -Middlemore appeared. Her face was flushed, and in her eyes was a wandering look -as she turned them this way and that. The moment our reporter observed these -symptoms of distress he came to the conclusion that there was some interesting -item of which he could avail himself. He stepped up to Mrs. Middlemore.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What is the matter?' he asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'He's gone!' gasped Mrs. Middlemore, wringing her hands. -'He's vanished!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Who has gone? Who has vanished?' inquired our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'M. Felix,' said Mrs. Middlemore, in a faint tone.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'My good creature,' said our reporter, 'you must be -dreaming.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'm not dreaming,' said Mrs. Middlemore. 'He's vanished. If -you don't believe me, go up and look for yourself. Where are the police. Oh, -where are the police?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Don't make a disturbance,' said our reporter, soothingly. -'Let us see if you're not mistaken.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Gladly availing himself of the invitation to go up and look -for himself, our reporter entered the house, and ascended the stairs, followed -by Mrs. Middlemore, moaning in a helpless, distracted fashion.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The door of the sitting-room was open, and also the inner -door, leading to the bedroom. There was no person, living or dead, in either of -the rooms.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Where was he?' asked our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'There, on the bed,' moaned Mrs. Middlemore. 'He was there -last night before I locked the door; and when I looked in a minute ago he was -gone.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was undeniably true. The bed bore the impression of a -human form, but that was all. The body of M. Felix had, indeed, disappeared!"</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_09" href="#div1Ref_09">CHAPTER IX.</a></h4> - -<h5>INTRODUCES SOPHY.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter gazed at the bed in astonishment, while Mrs. -Middlemore continued to move her hands and eyes helplessly around, and moan for -the police. Our reporter is a man of resource, quick-witted, ready-minded, and -ever ready to take advantage of an opportunity. He took advantage of this.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'My good creature,' he said, 'what is the use of crying for -the police? Have they assisted you in any way in this mysterious affair?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, they 'aven't,' replied Mrs. Middlemore, adding -inconsequentially, 'but where are they--Oh! where are they?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What have they done already for you?' continued our -reporter. 'Brought you into trouble with the newspapers because of their -evidence contradicting yours; and whatever other people may say, I am sure you -spoke the truth.' Our reporter observed something frightened in the look she -cast at him as he made this assertion. 'The best thing for you is to confide in -a friend who is really anxious to serve you, and whose purpose is to get at the -truth of the matter.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That's all I want. But where's the friend?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Here. I am on the staff of the <i>Evening Moon</i>, which is -ready to spend any amount of money in clearing the innocent and bringing the -guilty to justice. They haven't any interested motives to serve; they didn't -know the dead man, who some people say was murdered, and some people say wasn't. -If you are an innocent woman you would jump at the chance I offer you; if you're -guilty, it's a different pair of shoes, and I wash my hands of you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The threat cowed Mrs. Middlemore.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'm innocent, you know I am,' she gasped.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Of course I know you are, and I should like the opportunity -to silence the wretches who speak of you in a suspicious way.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What 'ave they said of me? What 'ave they dared to say?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What you wouldn't like to hear; but never mind them just -now. We'll soon take the sting out of their tails. Besides, while you are -working in the cause of innocence your time will not be wasted. You will be well -paid for the information you give.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"This appeal to her cupidity settled the point.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'll do it,' she said, 'whatever it is. I'm a innocent -woman, and I want the world to know it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The world shall know it,' said our reporter, with inward -satisfaction at the success of his arguments; 'and when the whole thing is made -clear through you you'll be looked upon as a heroine, and everybody will be -running to shake hands with you. People will say, "There, that's the woman that -brought to light the truth about M. Felix. If it hadn't been for her we should -never have known it. She's a real true woman; no nonsense about her." Why, I -shouldn't wonder if they got up a subscription for you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">("We have no doubt, when this meets the eyes of our -contemporaries, that some of them will be ready to take us severely to task for -the tactics adopted by our reporter. Let them. We are thoroughly satisfied with -the means he employed, and we offer him our sincere thanks. There is not a move -we make in this mystery which is not made in the interests of justice, and that -we are not ashamed of our methods is proved by the absolutely frank manner in -which we place before our readers every word that passes.)</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What is it you want me to do?' asked Mrs. Middlemore.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Merely,' replied our reporter, to answer a few simple -questions. I have my reasons for believing that the police have advised you to -say nothing to anyone but themselves.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'They 'ave, sir, they 'ave.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What better are you off for it? Here are people ready to say -anything against you, while you are advised to sit in a corner without uttering -a single word in your own defence. It's monstrous. Upon my word, my dear Mrs. -Middlemore, it's nothing less than monstrous.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'So it is,' said Mrs. Middlemore, all of whose scruples -seemed to have vanished. 'I'll answer anything you put to me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"I shall ask you nothing improper. You say that you locked the -door before you went to bed last night. Which door? There are two, one leading -to the first floor landing, one communicating between the bedroom and -sitting-room. Which of these doors did you lock? Or did you lock both?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I won't tell you a lie, sir. When I said I locked the door I -thought you'd understand me. I mean that I fastened both of 'em. I couldn't lock -'em because the bedroom door key's been taken away, and the door on the -landing's been cut into.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That was done by the locksmith. Who took away the key of the -bedroom?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I don't know. Perhaps the police.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Without your knowledge?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I didn't know nothing of it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'How badly they are behaving to you! Anyway, the two doors -were closed?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, I saw to that myself. I ain't in the house without -company, don't you think that. I wouldn't stop in it alone if you was to offer -me Queen Victoria's golden crown. My niece is downstairs abed, and once she gets -between the sheets she's that difficult to rouse that it's as much as a regiment -of soldiers can do to wake 'er.' (This, our reporter thought, was comic, -implying that Mrs. Middlemore had engaged the services of a regiment of soldiers -to get her niece out of bed every morning.) 'Come up-stairs by myself in the -dark,' continued Mrs. Middlemore, 'is more than I dare do. In the daylight I -venture if I'm forced to, as I did a minute or two ago, because, though I shook -Sophy till I almost shook 'er to pieces, and lifted 'er up in bed and let 'er -fall back again, it had no more effect on 'er than water on a duck's back. All -she did was to turn round, and bring 'er knees up to 'er chin, and keep 'old of -the bedclothes as if she was a vice. She's that aggravating there's 'ardly any -bearing with 'er. So as I couldn't get 'er out of bed, I come up 'ere without -'er. And that's 'ow I found out Mr. Felix was gone.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You were speaking of what took place last night?' said our -reporter. 'Your niece, Sophy, came up with you, I understand?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, she did, though she had 'old of me that tight I could -'ardly shake myself free.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did she come into this room with you?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, she didn't; she wouldn't put her foot inside it. I left -her in the passage while I peeped in. She ain't got the courage of a mouse.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Then she cannot corroborate your statement that the body of -M. Felix was here before you went to bed?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Ain't my word enough?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'For me it is, but it's different with the police and the -public. It is a good job you've put yourself in our hands; there's no telling -what trouble you might have got into if you hadn't.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'll do anything you want me to, sir,' said Mrs. Middlemore, -in great distress. 'It's a providence you come up when I opened the street -door.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It is. You are positive the body was on the bed?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'If it was the last word I ever had to speak I'd swear to -it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I believe you without swearing,' said our reporter, opening -a cupboard door.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What are you looking in there for?' asked Mrs. Middlemore. -'Do you think a dead man 'd be able to get up and put 'isself on one of the -shelves?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No,' said our reporter, with a smile, 'but let us make sure -the body is not in either of the rooms.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He looked thoroughly through the apartments, under the bed -and the couches, and in every cupboard. Mrs. Middlemore followed his movements -with her eyes almost starting out of her head.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Even up the chimneys,' he said genially, and he thrust the -poker up, and then lit some paper in the stoves to see that the smoke ascended -freely and that there was no obstruction.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The thoughts you put in one's 'ead,' remarked Mrs. -Middlemore, in a terrified voice, is enough to congeal one's blood.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'My dear madam,' said our reporter, 'I am only doing what -prudence dictates, so that there may be no possible chance of your getting into -trouble. Suppose the body should be found in any other part of the house----'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'But 'ow could it get there?' interrupted Mrs. Middlemore, -excitedly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That is more than either you or I can say, any more than we -can say how it got out of this room; but out of it it has got, hasn't it?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Nobody can't say nothing different,' assented Mrs. -Middlemore.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'This is altogether such a mysterious affair,' proceeded our -reporter, 'that there's no telling what it will lead to. I don't remember a case -like it ever occurring in London before. Where was I when you interrupted me? -Oh, I was saying, suppose the body should be found in any other part of the -house, what would the police say? Why, that for some reason or other--and you -may be sure they would put it down to a bad reason--you had removed it for the -purpose of concealing it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Me!' gasped Mrs. Middlemore. What would I do that for?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You wouldn't do it at all, but that's the construction the -police would put on it, and after that you wouldn't have a moment's peace. My -dear madam, we'll not give them a chance to take away your character; not a -stone shall be left unturned. There are rooms above these?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, a lot.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'We will have a look through them, and, indeed, through the -whole house. It's what the police would do, with the idea that you were a party -to some vile plot; it's what I will do, knowing you to be perfectly innocent.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He put his design into execution. Accompanied by Mrs. -Middlemore, who always kept in the rear, he made a thorough examination of the -entire house, from attic to basement, but, as he anticipated, discovered -nothing. The last rooms he examined were at the bottom of the house, and it was -there he made acquaintance with Mrs. Middlemore's niece Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Is that you, aunt?' the girl called out, from a room -adjoining the kitchen.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, it's me,' answered Mrs. Middlemore, irascibly. You're a -nice lazy slut, you are, to be 'ulking in bed this time of the morning.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I ain't abed, aunt,' said Sophy, making her appearance, 'I'm -up; but oh, I'm so sleepy!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"She came into the kitchen rubbing her eyes, and presenting a -general appearance of untidiness which did not speak well for her social -training. Her short hair was uncombed, her face unwashed, her frock open at the -back, and she had no boots on. She stared hard at our reporter, but was not at -all abashed at his presence.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'm a friend of aunt's,' said our reporter. 'You had better -finish dressing, light the fire, and give yourself a good wash, and then get -breakfast ready. You needn't come upstairs till you're called.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He beckoned Mrs. Middlemore out of the room, and they -proceeded upstairs to the apartments on the first floor.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It will be as well to say nothing before Sophy,' he said. -'Now, if you please, we will go on. It is plain that the body of M. Felix is not -in the house; but it must be somewhere. The question is--Where, and how it got -there? These rooms were fairly secure before you went to bed last night. Is -there a chain on the street door?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you put it up before you went down to your bedroom?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I puts it up regularly every night.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And you did so last night?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And turned the key?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Was the door locked and the chain up the first thing this -morning?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes--no!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What do you mean by that?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I mean I can't remember. I must be sure, mustn't I, sir?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You must be sure, there must not be the possibility of a -mistake; this putting up of the chain is one of the points upon which a great -deal may hang. Do you mean to tell me that you have any doubt on the subject?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I can't say for certain. I was that upset and bewildered -when I found M. Felix gone that I don't remember nothing till you came up to me -at the street door. 'Ow I opened it, or 'ow I got it open, I don't remember no -more than the dead.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Think a little; it is not longer than half-an-hour since I -saw you. Your memory cannot have deserted you in so short a time.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I've got no more memory about it than the babe unborn.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'But you must try to have. It is a fact that the chain either -was or was not up, that the door either was or was not locked. Sit down and -think about it for a minute or two; I will keep quiet while you think.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"But though the woman obeyed our reporter, and sat down and -thought of the matter, or said she did, she declared she could make nothing of -it, and had to give it up in despair.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It is awkward,' said our reporter, 'to say the least of it. -There is no telling what construction may be put upon your loss of memory.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'm a honest woman, sir,' said Mrs. Middlemore, looking -imploringly at our reporter; 'you'll put in a good word for me?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You may depend upon that, for I am convinced you are honest -and innocent, but it is unfortunate. If you <i>should</i> happen to remember, -you had best let me know before you tell anyone else.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, sir, I'll promise that. I don't know what I should do -without you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Get yourself into serious trouble, for a certainty, Mrs. -Middlemore. You go out for your supper-beer every night?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, every night; I can't do without it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Beer is a wholesome beverage, if taken in moderation, which -I know is the case with you. Did you go out for it last night?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, I did.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Before or after you paid your last visit to these rooms?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Before, sir, before. You think of everything.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It shows that I am doing the best I can for you. Before you -came up to these rooms, you had your supper?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Sophy had some with you?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes. She's got a twist on her has Sophy.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'A twist?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'An appetite. She eats as much as a Grenadier.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'All growing girls do. How old is Sophy?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Fourteen.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Then, when you went downstairs, you and Sophy went to bed?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You both sleep in the same room?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'In the same bed, most likely?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, we do; and the way that girl pulls the clothes off you -is a caution.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you both go to bed at the same time?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, I sent 'er before me, and when I went in she was as -sound as a top.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Are you a sound sleeper yourself?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I was before this dreadful thing 'appened, but now I pass -the most fearful nights.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Dreams?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Awful.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'How about last light? Don't answer hastily. This is another -important point.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Thus admonished, Mrs. Middlemore took time to consider; and -no doubt it was with a certain regret that she felt constrained to say, 'I think -I must 'ave slept better than ordinary. I was that tired that my legs was fit to -drop off me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You slept very soundly?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I must 'ave done, mustn't I, sir?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That is for you to say. You see, Mrs. Middlemore, the body -of M. Felix could not have been removed without a certain noise. Now, if you -were awake you must have heard it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I didn't 'ear nothing. I'll take my Bible oath of it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'At what hour did you wake this morning?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'At 'alf-past eight, and I got up at once.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Isn't that rather late for you?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It is, sir, but I've got no one to attend to now.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You were not in any way disturbed in the night?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You positively heard nothing?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Nothing at all.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did Sophy?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Love your 'eart, sir! Sophy wouldn't wake up if cannon-balls -was firing all round her!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'As a matter of fact, has she told you she heard nothing last -night?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I won't say that. I ain't 'ad time to arks her.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'll ask her myself if you've no objection. Stop here for -me; I shall not be gone long.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I can't stop 'ere alone, sir. I'll come down, and keep in -the passage while you speak to Sophy.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"They went down together, and Mrs. Middlemore remained outside -while our reporter entered the kitchen.</p> - -<p class="normal">"His entrance aroused Sophy, who had been sitting in a chair, -apparently asleep, in the same state of untidiness as he had left her. She fell -on her knees with a guilty air, and began to rake out the stove, making a great -rattle with the poker.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Fire not lit yet, Sophy?' said our reporter, much amused.</p> - -<p class="normal">"She looked up with a sly look, and seeing that he was not -going to scold her, rubbed her nose with the poker and smiled boldly at him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not yet, old 'un,' she replied, making no attempt to -continue her work.</p> - -<p class="normal">"To be addressed as 'old 'un' must have been especially -humiliating to our reporter, who is a good-looking fellow of eight-and-twenty, -but he did not resent it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Wood won't catch, I suppose,' he said. 'Too damp, eh?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Soppin',' said Sophy, though as a matter of fact there was -no wood before her.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What are you looking so hard at me for?' asked our reporter. -'You'll make me blush presently.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'<i>You</i> blush!' laughed Sophy. 'I like that, I do. Look -'ere, old 'un. When you wants to blush, you'd better 'ire somebody to do it for -you. -<i>I'll</i> do it for tuppence a time.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You would have to wash your face first,' said our reporter, -entering into the humor of the situation.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I wouldn't mind doing that,' said Sophy, staring harder than -ever at him, 'if you'd make it wuth my while. As for lookin' at you, a cat may -look at a king.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'm not a king,' observed our reporter, 'and you're not a -cat.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Call me one, and you'll feel my clors. I'm reckonin' of you -up, that's what I'm doing of.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And what do you make of me, Sophy?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I sha'n't tell if you're going to act mean. 'Ansom is that -'ansom does.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter took the hint, and gave the girl a -sixpenny-piece.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I say,' cried Sophy, greatly excited, as she tried the coin -with her teeth. 'Stow larks, you know. Is it a good 'un?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Upon my honor,' said our reporter, placing his hand on his -heart, with a mock heroic air.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Say upon your soul.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Upon my soul, if you prefer it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Change it for me, then. I'd sooner 'ave coppers.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter had some in his pocket, and he counted out six -into Sophy's grimy palm. A seventh, by accident, fell to the floor. Sophy -instantly picked it up.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Findin's keepin's,' she said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'm agreeable. And now what do you make of me?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Wait a bit,' said Sophy. Unblushingly she lifted her frock, -and tied the coppers in her ragged petticoat, tightening the knots with her -teeth, which were as white as snow. 'That's my money-box, and I've got some more -in it. What do I make of you? Oh, I knows what you are. You can't gammon me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What am I?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You belong to the <i>Perlice Noos</i>, that's what you do. -You've come to make pickchers. Pickcher of the 'ouse where the body was found. -Pickcher of the room where the body was laid. Pickcher of the body's bed. -Pickcher of the body's slippers. Pickcher of Mrs. Middlemore, the body's -'ousekeeper. Oh, I say, make a pickcher of me, will you? I'll buy a copy.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Perhaps, if you're good. But you must answer a question or -two first.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'All serene. Fire away!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You went upstairs last night with your aunt after you had -your supper?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, I did.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You did not go into the rooms?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, I didn't.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Because you were frightened?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Gammon! It'd take more than that to frighten Sophy.' She -added, with a sly look, 'Aunty's easily kidded, she is.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Ah,' said reporter, somewhat mystified, 'then you came down -and went to bed?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, I did, and precious glad to get there.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You like your bed, Sophy?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Rather.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And you sleep well?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You bet!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you sleep better or worse than usual last night?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No better, and no wus.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you wake up in the night?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not me!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Then you heard no noise?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Where?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Anywhere.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I didn't 'ear nothink. 'Ow could I?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Thank you, Sophy. That is all for the present.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I say,' cried Sophy, as our reporter was about to leave the -kitchen, 'you'll take my pickcher, won't you?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'll think about it. I'll see you another time, Sophy; and -look here,' added our reporter, who is never known to throw a chance away, -'here's my card; take care of it, and if you find out anything that you think -I'd like to know about M. Felix, come and tell me, and you shall be well paid -for it. You'll not forget?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, I won't forgit. Anythink about M. Felix, do you mean?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, anything.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'All right, old 'un. I'll choo it over.' Here Sophy dropped -her voice, and asked, 'Is Aunt outside?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes. Can you keep a secret?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Try me,' said Sophy, holding out the little finger of her -left hand.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What am I to do with this?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Pinch my nail as 'ard as you can. Never mind 'urting me. As -'ard as ever you can.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter complied, and Sophy went audibly through the -entire alphabet, from A to Y Z.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'There,' said Sophy, 'did I scream when I came to O?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You did not,' said our reporter, remembering the child's -game. 'You bore it like a brick.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Don't that show I can keep a secret?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It does. Well, then, don't tell your aunt that I gave you my -card, or asked you to come and see me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'm fly.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Giving him a friendly wink, Sophy went on her knees, and made -a pretence of being very hard at work cleaning the grate. The last words he -heard were:</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Pickcher of Sophy wearin' 'erself to skin and bone. Ain't I -busy?'"</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_10" href="#div1Ref_10">CHAPTER X.</a></h4> - -<h5>OUR REPORTER GIVES MRS. MIDDLEMORE SOME SENSIBLE ADVICE.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"Rejoining Mrs. Middlemore, our reporter informed her that he -was satisfied that Sophy had heard nothing in the night.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Of course she didn't,' said Mrs. Middlemore. 'Once she's in -bed she lays like a log.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'She's a sharp little thing,' observed our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Sharp ain't the word, sir. What's going to be the end of her -is more than I can fathom.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Has she a mother?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Father?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'If he can be called one. Drunk half his time, in trouble the -other half.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'So that poor Sophy has to look after herself?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Pretty well. She does odd jobs, and picks up a bit 'ere and -a bit there. When M. Felix first come to live 'ere I'd made up my mind to 'ave -'er altogether with me, though she'd 'ave worrited the life out of me, I know -she would; but he wouldn't let me 'ave nobody in the house but 'im, and wouldn't -let nobody sleep in it a single night, so I 'ad to disappoint the child. I did -take 'er in once or twice when she came round to me almost black and bloo with -the way 'er brute of a father had served 'er, but I 'ad to be careful that M. -Felix shouldn't see 'er--smuggling 'er into the kitchen when he was away, and -letting 'er out very early in the morning--or I should never 'ave 'eard the last -of it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You are the only friend the girl has, it seems?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'She ain't got many more.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Mind what I tell you, Mrs. Middlemore,' said our reporter, -with the kindest intentions, 'there's capital stuff in Sophy. Now that M. Felix -is gone it would be a charity to adopt her, if you haven't any of your own.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I ain't got none of my own,' said Mrs. Middlemore, shaking -her head dubiously, 'but since I arksed 'er whether she'd like to live with me, -and she said she would, she's got into ways that I don't think I could abide. -You see, sir, she wasn't so old then, and I might 'ave moulded her. I don't know -as I could do it now.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What ways do you refer to?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Well, sir, I've seen her selling papers in the streets----'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That's not a crime,' interposed our reporter; 'especially if -she does it for food.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'If you won't mind my saying so,' said Mrs. Middlemore, with -considerable dignity, 'I consider it low; but that's not so bad as selling -matches, which is next door to begging.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'But she doesn't beg?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, I don't think she goes as low as that.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Nor steal?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No,' replied Mrs. Middlemore, with spirit, 'she'll take -anything that's give to her, but's as honest as the sun, I'll say that of her.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'All that you've told me of Sophy, Mrs. Middlemore, is in her -favor, and I have already a sneaking regard for her.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Lord, sir!' exclaimed Mrs. Middlemore, misconstruing the -sentiment, 'and you the gentleman that you are!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes,' repeated our reporter, complacently, 'a sneaking -regard for her. Hawking papers and matches is not the loftiest occupation, but -it is a form of commerce; and commerce, my dear madam, has made England what it -is.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was not entirely without a selfish motive, although he was -favorably disposed toward the poor waif, that our reporter wandered for a few -moments from the engrossing subject of M. Felix's disappearance to the less -eventful consideration of Sophy's welfare. By one of those processes of -intuition which come to observant men by inspiration, as it were, he was -impressed with the idea that Sophy might be useful to him and to us in the -elucidation of the mystery concerning M. Felix. We will not weaken the interest -of what is to follow by divulging whether this idea was or was not justified by -results; our readers will be able to judge for themselves later on. His views -regarding Sophy had their weight with Mrs. Middlemore.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I mean to keep Sophy with me,' said that lady, 'for a little -while at all events, and if she'll only keep away from the theaytres I'll do -what I can for 'er.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Does she frequent theatres?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Does she?' exclaimed Mrs. Middlemore, and immediately -answered herself after a favorite fashion with certain of her class. 'Doesn't -she? Why she saves every copper she can get to go to the galleries, and when she -ain't got no money she hangs round the stage doors to see the actors and -actresses go in and out. I don't believe she could stay away if it was to save -her life.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Persons in a much higher social position than ourselves,' -said our reporter, turning every point to Sophy's advantage, 'are in the habit -of hanging round stage doors. The stage is a great institution, Mrs. Middlemore, -greater than ever it was before, and is courted--yes, my dear madam, courted--by -the highest as well as the lowest in the land, from the Prince of Wales at the -top to poor little Sophy at the bottom. Every fresh thing you tell me of Sophy -makes me think better of her. But let us return to M. Felix. He would not allow -you to have any person in the house, you say. What was his motive?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I can't say, sir, except that he wanted to keep 'isself to -'isself.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you expostulate with him?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did I what, sir?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you tell him you would feel lonely without a companion -occasionally?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not me, sir. M. Felix wasn't the kind of gentleman you could -cross. He 'ad a way of speaking, when he was giving orders you couldn't mistake. -His word was lore, and he meant it to be. You ain't forgetting, sir, that he was -master 'ere?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, I'm not forgetting that. His orders, then, were to be -obeyed without question?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'They was, sir. He said to me, "When people don't do as I -tell 'em, Mrs. Middlemore, I get rid of 'em."'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'A very dictatorial gentleman.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Only when he was saying, "This is to be," or, "That is to -be." At other times he was as smooth as marble, and always passed a pleasant -word.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'He had visitors occasionally, I suppose?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Oh, yes, sir, but I scarcely ever sor them. Nearly always he -let 'em in and out 'isself.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'In a manner of speaking, then, he led a secret life?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Some might call it so. Gentlemen living in chambers do all -sorts of things.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'So I believe,' said our reporter, dryly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And it ain't for the likes of us to question 'em. We've got -our living to make, and if it pays us to be mum, mum we must be.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I understand that. From what I can gather, Mrs. Middlemore, -M. Felix had no family?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not that I know of, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'As to his visitors, now, were they mostly ladies or -gentlemen?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Mostly ladies, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Have any of them been here to see his body?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not one, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That is strange. He might almost as well have died on a -desert island.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, sir. That's the reason why we've been all at sea what -to do. There was nobody to give directions.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It is certainly a perplexing situation, unprecedented in my -experience. Should you happen to meet any of the persons who were in the habit -of visiting him, would you be able to identify them?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I don't think I should, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Supposing that he came by his death in a violent way--I -don't say it is so, because the medical evidence does not favor that -conclusion--but supposing that this evidence was misleading, and was proved to -be so, there is nobody to take up the matter authoritatively, to take measures, -I mean, to bring the guilty party to justice?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Nobody, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Only the police?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, sir, only the police?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And all they have succeeded in doing is to make things -uncomfortable for you?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, sir,' sighed Mrs. Middlemore, 'that's all they've done. -I said to Mr. Nightingale, "A nice friend you've been," I said. I couldn't 'elp -saying it after all I've gone through.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Is it Constable Nightingale you are speaking of?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, it is.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Is he an old friend of yours?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'He was on the beat 'ere before Mr. Wigg.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Ah; and that is how you got to know him?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'He knew M. Felix, probably?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Mr. Felix made a point of being always friendly with the -policemen on the beat.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Sensible man. Tipped them, I daresay?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'They'd best answer that theirselves. He never give <i>me</i> -nothing to give 'em.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What did Constable Nightingale say when you made that remark -to him?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Nothing,' replied Mrs. Middlemore, with sudden reserve.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Surely he must have made some remark, to the effect that he <i> -was</i> -your friend, or words bearing the same meaning?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'He didn't say nothing.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter gave up the point; it was his cue to keep Mrs. -Middlemore in a good humor.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'll have one more look in the bedroom,' he said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"At first his scrutiny was not rewarded by any discovery, but, -passing his hand over the pillows on the bed, he felt something hard beneath -them, and upon lifting them up he saw a six-chambered revolver, loaded in every -barrel.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Lord save us!' cried Mrs. Middlemore, starting back.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you not know it was here?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, sir, this is the first time I ever saw it. I never knew -he kep' one.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Do the police know?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'They didn't mention it, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Well, we will leave it where it is. Don't touch it, Mrs. -Middlemore; it's loaded.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Before he replaced it, however, he made the following note in -his pocket-book: 'A Colt's double-action revolver, nickel plated, six shots, No. -819.' And, unseen by Mrs. Middlemore, he scratched on the metal with his -penknife the initial F. Then he looked at his watch, and said--</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It is nearly ten o'clock. My advice now is that you go and -give the alarm to the police that the body of M. Felix has vanished.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You'll go along with me, sir?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, for your sake I had better not be seen. Give me two -minutes to get away, and then go for the police at once. I will come and see you -again, and help you in every way I can.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Shaking her hand, and leaving half a sovereign in it, our -reporter, accompanied by Mrs. Middlemore, went to the street door, and left her -standing there."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_11" href="#div1Ref_11">CHAPTER XI.</a></h4> - -<h5>THE "EVENING MOON" IS INUNDATED WITH CORRESPONDENCE CONCERNING THE -DISAPPEARANCE OF THE BODY OF M. FELIX.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"As was to be expected, the news of the disappearance of the -body of M. Felix caused the greatest excitement. In small villages trifling -incidents are sufficient to create an interest; in great cities events of -magnitude are required to stir the pulses of the people; and in both village and -city, to arouse the public from their normal condition of apathy, it is -necessary that the incidents must have local color. Soho was sufficiently -central, and, it may be added, sufficiently mixed and mysterious in the -character of its population, to fulfil this imperative condition of popularity. -Every resident in London knows the locality, and is to some extent familiar with -it; it is contiguous to the most fashionable thoroughfares; it is within a -stone's throw of theatres of magnificent proportions; it gives shelter to -foreign princes deposed for a time from their high estate, and to foreign -votaries of vice of both sexes who, being outlaws, cannot pursue their infamous -courses in their native lands. If we were asked which part of London contains -the most varied material for the weaving of modern romance we should -unhesitatingly point to the region of Soho. A careless stroller through those -thoroughfares little dreams of the strange and wondrous life which beats beneath -the apparently placid, the undeniably squalid, aspect of this pregnant locality. -The elderly woman, poorly clad and closely veiled, who glides past him is a -prominent member of a Royal family who for a long period held the reins of power -in one of the greatest European nations; she lives now in a garret upon dry -bread and German sausage, and makes her own bed and fire. Yesterday she wore a -crown of diamonds, to-day she wears a crown of sorrow. The attenuated man, whose -worn-out garments hang loosely upon his spare body, and who is now studying <i> -carte du jour</i> -in the window of a low French restaurant, nervously fumbling at the same moment -the few loose coins in his pocket, was, in years gone by, one of the greatest -financiers in the world; yesterday he dealt in millions, had scores of carriages -and hundreds of servants, paid fabulous prices for rare gems and pictures, and -provided funds for mighty wars; to-day he is debating whether he can afford an -eighteen-penny dinner. The man with an overhanging forehead, who strides onward -with teeth closely set, and the fingers of whose hands are continually clinching -and unclinching, is the head of a secret society whose members number hundreds -of thousands, and whose deed of blood shall next week convulse the world with -horror. We could dwell long upon this fascinating theme, but our business is -with M. Felix, and we must not wander from him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"As we have already stated, we were the first to give the -public the intelligence of his strange disappearance, and so intense was the -interest the news excited that our printing-machines could not supply one-fourth -of the demand for the various editions of our journal. The letters we received -upon the subject would form a curious chapter in a new 'Curiosities of -Literature.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Dear sir' (wrote one correspondent), 'you speak of the -disappearance of the body of M. Felix as an unparalleled incident. Allow me to -correct you, and from my own experience to furnish your readers with an -identical case. It is now ten years ago since I formed the acquaintance of a -gentleman of great attainments and peculiar habits, and whose nationality was -always a matter of curiosity with me. Once or twice I delicately approached the -subject, but he skilfully evaded it, and I did not feel warranted in pressing -it. He was a wonderful chess-player, an accomplished linguist, and his knowledge -of the niceties of every new discovery in science was simply marvellous. He had -only one failing--he drank and smoked too much. In those days I also was a free -liver. We were both single men, I certainly, he presumably; there are topics -upon which it is good breeding to preserve a friendly delicacy. We met -frequently, and dined together at least twice a week, at my expense. He was a -good judge of wine and liquor, and very choice in his food. Being much superior -to me in this respect, I invariably left it to him to decide where to dine and -to arrange the courses. Perhaps occasionally we took half a bottle of wine too -much, but that is neither here nor there. It was no one's business but our own. -He took a peculiar interest in all new inventions, and was in the habit of -throwing out hints of an extraordinary invention of his own which one day was to -revolutionize the world. He told me very little of his discovery of which anyone -could make use, but he was so jealous of his secret that he bound me down to -solemn secrecy on the point; and I trust I am too much of a gentleman to violate -the confidence he reposed in me. I may, however, without scruple, reveal that -his invention related to combustion. One evening, when we had arranged to dine -as usual together at the Royal, in Regent Street, he confided to me that he was -in temporary want of funds, and I lent him all the money I had about me, some -fifteen or sixteen pounds. Then we dined, and he paid for the dinner. Over the -meal he talked more frequently than he was in the habit of doing of his -invention. "It is near completion," he said, "and before I go to bed I intend to -make some experiments which I am in hopes will put the finishing touch to it." -Then he looked at me searchingly and thoughtfully, and said I might accompany -him home if I liked, and assist in the experiments. Burning with curiosity, and -delighted at this mark of his confidence, I gladly consented, and we issued -forth and proceeded to his rooms, which, singularly enough, were in Glasshouse -Street, at no very great distance from the house in which M. Felix lived. On our -way he purchased two bottles of brandy, remarking that even when the soul was in -its highest state of exaltation the body required nourishment and sustaining. I -acquiesced. He lived on the second floor, in two rooms, one his bedroom, the -other the room in which he conducted his experiments. There was no evidences of -the nature of these experiments visible, and he explained this to me by stating -that, distrusting his housekeeper, he kept them in his cupboard. The first thing -he did was to light a large fire; then he brought forth a brass frying-pan, upon -which he emptied a packet of powder. "You must not be frightened at what I am -about to do," he said. "There is no very great danger in it, but it needs -courage." Being already primed with the wine we had at dinner, and with three -glasses of the brandy he had purchased, I told him I was prepared for anything. -Then he informed me that his experiments must be made without light from candle -or lamp; so that, with the exception of the fire, we were in darkness. Then he -put the brass frying-pan on the fire, and a blue vapor floated through the room. -I felt a little nervous, but I would not confess it, and I helped myself to -another glass of brandy, and puffed away at a very large and very strong cigar -with which he presented me. He bade me sit in a particular chair by a little -table (upon which he considerately placed the two bottles of brandy, one by this -time half empty), and he drew around me upon the floor, which was destitute of -carpet, a circle with a piece of billiard chalk, and said that as long as I did -not move outside that charmed circle I should be safe. "Help yourself to some -more brandy," he said, "and do not be frightened." I obeyed him as to the -brandy, but I must confess I was in great trepidation, more especially as the -dim objects in the room appeared to be going round and round. He threw some more -powder into the brass frying-pan, and this time the vapor was green. He then -asked me if I had anything in the shape of metal upon my person, and I answered -yes, of course; upon which he stated that I might be in danger unless I divested -myself of them, as he was about to do. At a little distance from me, between me -and the fire, he drew upon the floor a smaller circle with his piece of billiard -chalk, and within it placed a trinket or two of his own. I handed him my gold -watch and chain, my diamond ring, my pearl and ruby pin, and a valuable charm of -gold which I kept in my pocket for luck. These he placed with his own trinkets -within the smaller circle, and said that now no harm could befall me. The -objects in the room went round more and more as he muttered some cabalistic -words, and to prevent myself from being overcome by terror I took some more -brandy. Then he threw about half a dozen little packets of powder into the fire, -one after another, and all sorts of colors appeared, and filled the room with a -peculiar smell, which so affected me that I helped myself to brandy. I must not -forget to mention that he had locked the door and put the key in his pocket. "If -what I am doing alarms you," he said, "you may close your eyes. You have great -courage, and to prove my friendship for you I shall present you with half the -profits of my invention." I tried to thank him, but to my surprise my words were -not very clearly spoken. Presently my eyes began to close, and I fell asleep. -When I awoke the room was in darkness. I called to my friend, but he did not -answer me. Fearful lest he himself should have fallen a victim to his hazardous -experiments, I rose unsteadily to my feet and felt around till my hands reached -the door, which, of course, was locked. Luckily I had in my pocket a box of -matches, and striking one I lit the candle. My friend was gone; I was alone in -the room; but upon the floor was a small heap of ashes. Not only was my poor -friend gone, but all his trinkets as well as my own were also gone. But there -upon the floor was the fatal heap of ashes. I could arrive at but one -conclusion, namely, that the combustion which was the kernel of his great -invention had reduced him to ashes and destroyed him. There could be no other -explanation of the extraordinary occurrence, because the door was still locked. -Fearful lest I might be accused of his death, I forced the door open and fled, -and from that day to this the affair has remained wrapped in mystery. This is -the first time I have mentioned it, and I do so now in the interests of justice, -lest some unfortunate person should be accused, as I might have been in the case -of my friend, of spiriting M. Felix away. May not his disappearance be set down -to combustion? Are there any charred marks upon the floor of the room where his -body lay? Were any ashes left? Was he given to dangerous experiments? My own -experiences may lead you, sir, to the proper solution of the mystery which hangs -around his fate. I shall follow the further developments of the case of M. Felix -with interest, and am, Yours, etc.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Another correspondent wrote:</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Sir--I am a Spiritualist, and I possess the power of -summoning from the Caverns of the Unseen and Unknown the spirits of any -individual upon whom I may call. There is but one way of arriving at the truth -of the disappearance of the body of M. Felix, and I offer to you the exclusive -privilege of revealing this truth to an anxious and eager public. My fee will be -five guineas. Upon your remitting to me this sum I undertake to summon the -spirit of M. Felix, and to ascertain from his own lips what has become of his -body. The power I possess is worth considerably more than the sum I name, and -you, with this exclusive information in your possession, will obtain an -advertisement for your valued newspaper which you could not otherwise obtain for -five hundred times the amount. I enclose you my name and address, which you may -or may not publish as you please, and upon the receipt of the five guineas I -will set to work at once. If you decline my offer the disappearance of this -particular body will forever remain a mystery. I urge you, in your own -interests, not to neglect this opportunity.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Another correspondent wrote:</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Honored Sir--I have been reading all about M. Felix, and now -comes the cruel news of his disappearance. Just as I was going to see his body -and identify it! Just as I was going to realize a life-long dream! Will you -allow me to explain, and will you render an inestimable service to a poor widow? -I feel that you will, for you have a heart. Thirty-two years ago my husband left -me suddenly. We were having tea, and in the middle of it he got up and said, -"I'm off, and you'll never see me again." We had had a dispute about something -(I beg you not ask me what; it was a private matter), when he acted thus. He was -a most overbearing man, and I had enough to do to bear with him. He left the -house there and then, and I have never set eyes on him since. His name was not -Felix, but are you sure that was M. Felix's proper name. I advertised for him, -and said all would be forgiven and forgotten, but he didn't turn up. I heard he -had gone to Australia, and no doubt he made his fortune there, and came home to -England to enjoy it; and as <i>he</i> was a man who never forgot and never -forgave, he took the name? of Felix, and lived the lonely life he did. It was -only yesterday the idea flashed across me that he was my long lost husband, and -that, if he did not make a will disinheriting me, his lawful wife, his fortune -belongs to me by every legal and moral right. I would put two or three questions -to you, sir, to you who are always ready to help the oppressed. Did the supposed -M. Felix make a will? If he did, where is it? Is there any portrait of him -extant? I have a portrait of my poor husband--alas! much faded--but it stands to -reason that it must differ considerably from the late portraits taken of the -deceased. Show me M. Felix's portrait and I am ready to swear to my husband. I -put only one more question. In the absence of any evidence whatever, and failing -the discovery of the deceased's mortal remains, is it not competent for me to -make oath that he was my husband, and thus establish my claim to any property he -may have left behind him. In deep grief, I am, honored sir, your obliged and -obedient servant, A LONELY WIDOW.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"We could fill pages with letters of this description, but the -three we have given are a sufficient indication of the interest excited by the -incident. Among all these letters there was only one which offered any -suggestion likely to be of practical value, and that was the letter we have -printed, signed 'A LONELY WIDOW.' Her interesting hypothesis that M. Felix was -her long lost husband was, of course, ridiculous, but she made mention of two -subjects worthy of consideration. The first was did M. Felix make a will; the -second, was there any portrait of him extant. If a will were in existence, it -would probably be in the care of a firm of lawyers who could have no good reason -for keeping it in the background. We set to work at once upon this trail, but it -led to nothing. No lawyers were found in possession of such a document, and it -was not forthcoming from other quarters. Nor were we more successful with -respect to a portrait of M. Felix. Mrs. Middlemore had never seen one, and a -private search through his rooms was futile. Indeed, it is a further proof of -the strange secrecy in which M. Felix's life was conducted that not a document -or written paper of any description was discovered in his apartments, not even a -letter. Some important statements upon this head will be presented further on.</p> - -<p class="normal">"In pursuance of the advice our reporter gave Mrs. Middlemore, -she communicated to the police the fact of the disappearance of the body of M. -Felix. There the matter rested, and would have been likely to rest but for the -initiatory steps we had already taken to throw a light upon the mystery. It is -all very well to say that nobody's business is everybody's business; it is not -the case. People talked and wrote letters, but we acted. It must be admitted -that the police were not in a position to move actively in the affair. No -definite charge had been offered for their investigation; no person was accused -of a crime; it had not even been proved that a crime had been committed. -Conjecture was theirs, and that was all. The law cannot move, cannot act upon -conjecture; facts of a crime, or even of a supposed crime, are necessary before -the administration of justice can be called upon to adjudicate. Suggestions were -thrown out as to the advisability of offering a reward for the discovery of the -body, but who was to offer it? Even in the case of a deliberate and ascertained -murder where the criminal is at large, the Government is notoriously slow in -issuing such a proclamation, and the full weight of public opinion has -frequently failed in inducing the authorities to offer a reward. It was not, -therefore, to be expected that they would do so in this instance. Meanwhile -there was one feature in the case which we desire to emphasize, and of which we -never lost sight. Between the hours of twelve and one o'clock on the night of -the 16th-17th January a man with a red scarf round his neck was seen to issue -from the house in Gerard Street, in which M. Felix resided. The man still -remained undiscovered. It matters not who saw him, whether Mrs. Middlemore, or -Constables Wigg or Nightingale, or all three together. The fact seemed to be -established that he had been in the house for some purpose, and had been seen to -issue from it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Where was that man, and what motive had he for not coming -forward?"</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_12" href="#div1Ref_12">CHAPTER XII.</a></h4> - -<h5>THE REPORTER OF THE "EVENING MOON" MAKES A DISCOVERY.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"On the evening of the 19th our reporter paid a visit to Mrs. -Middlemore. Sophy opened the street door for him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Hallo, old 'un,' said the girl, 'it's you, is it?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, Sophy,' said our reporter, 'here I am again.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'As large as life,' remarked Sophy, vivaciously, 'and twice -as--no, I won't say that; you ain't arf a bad sort. What's yer little game this -time, old 'un?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Is Mrs. Middlemore in?' asked our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, aunt's at 'ome. Do you want to see 'er?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That's what I've come for, Sophy.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Who's that, Sophy?' cried Mrs. Middlemore, from the bottom -of the basement stairs.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It's the old 'un, aunt,' screamed Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Don't be absurd,' said our reporter, pinching Sophy's cheek. -'It is I, Mrs. Middlemore, the reporter from the <i>Evening Moon</i>.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Come down, sir,' cried Mrs. Middlemore, 'if come you must. -Don't stop talking to that 'uzzy.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sophy put her tongue in her cheek, and whispering, 'Ain't she -a treat?' preceded our reporter to the kitchen.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Good-evening, Mrs. Middlemore,' said our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Good-evening, sir,' said Mrs. Middlemore, 'Sophy, 'ave you -shut the street door tight?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'As tight as a drum,' replied Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Mrs. Middlemore sank into a chair with a heavy sigh, and our -reporter took a seat opposite her. There was a jug of beer on the table.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Will you 'ave a glass, sir?' asked Mrs. Middlemore, -hospitably.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, thank you; I have just dined, and I thought I would come -and have a chat with you in a general way.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Thank 'eaven it's about nothing particular,' said Mrs. -Middlemore, in a tone of manifest relief.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It may lead to something particular,' observed our reporter, -genially. 'We're only on the threshold as yet.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Stop a bit, sir, please. Sophy!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, aunty dear,' responded the girl, in a tone of simulated -sweetness.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'If I let you go out for a walk, will you come back in arf an -hour?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sophy hesitated. Between her longing for a run in the streets -and her longing to hear what our reporter had to say, she felt herself in a -difficulty.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Well, now,' exclaimed Mrs. Middlemore, sharply.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Oh, aunty dear,' said Sophy, pressing the bosom of her -frock, and pretending to be greatly startled at her aunt's sharp voice, you send -my 'eart into my mouth.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Will you promise not to stop out longer than an hour?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mrs. Middlemore's anxiety to get rid of her decided the girl. -For once she would forego the temptations of the streets.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Don't want to go out,' she said, shortly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'But you've got to go,' said Mrs. Middlemore, resenting this -opposition to her authority, 'or I'll bundle you out for good, neck and crop. -Promise, like a good girl.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Shan't promise,' said Sophy, rebelliously.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Oh, dear, oh, dear,' moaned Mrs. Middlemore. 'What am I to -do with her? And after all the nice things you said of her this morning, sir?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you say nice things of me?' asked Sophy, of our -reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I did, Sophy,' he replied, 'and I'm sure you will do as your -aunt tells you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That settles it. I'll go. 'Ow long for, aunty?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'An hour. Not a minute more.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I say'--to our reporter--'you might lend us yer watch. Then -I shouldn't make any mistake.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Get along with you,' said our reporter, laughing. 'The shops -are full of clocks.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Thank yer for nothing,' said Sophy, proceeding to array -herself. Spitting on the palm of her hand, she made a pretence of smoothing her -hair. Then she looked at herself in a piece of looking-glass that was hanging on -the wall, and turned her head this way and that, smirking most comically. Then -she shook out her skirts, and looked over her shoulder to see that they hung -becomingly. Then she tied a piece of string round one yawning boot. Then she put -on her head something in straw that once might have been called a hat, but which -had long since forfeited all claims to respectability. Then she fished out a -poor little scarf, about six inches square, and pinned it round her shoulders -with a coquettishness not devoid of grace. Her toilette completed, she asked--</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Will I do?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Very nicely, Sophy,' said our reporter. But although he -spoke gayly he was stirred by a certain pity for this little waif, who was so -conspicuously animated by a spirit to make the best of things--a spirit which -might with advantage be emulated by her betters--and who made a joke even of her -poverty and rags.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Much obliged,' said Sophy. 'Give us a kiss, aunty. Now I'm -off.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"And off she was, but not without saluting our reporter with -an elaborate courtesy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mrs. Middlemore waited till she heard the street-door slam, -and then said,</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you ever see the likes of her?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I declare to you, my dear madam,' said our reporter, 'that -the more I see of Sophy the more I like her. What have the police done? -Anything?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Nothing, sir. I went and told 'em what 'ad 'appened, and two -policemen came and looked at the bed, looked under it, looked in every room as -you said they would, looked at me, and went away.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And they have not been here again?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Mrs. Middlemore, may I have another peep in M. Felix's -rooms?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Certainly, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"They went up together, Mrs. Middlemore breathing heavily, -perfuming the air with a flavor of beer. There was an escritoire in the -sitting-room, and our reporter examined it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'll tell you what I'm looking for,' he said. 'I see pens, -ink, and paper, denoting that M. Felix was occasionally in the habit of using -them, but there is not a scrap of paper about with his writing on it. There is -not even a monogram on the note paper. If we could find something, it might -furnish a clue. He received letters, I suppose?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Oh, yes, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And the presumption is that he answered them. Did you ever -post any of his letters?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Never once, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Here is a waste-paper basket; there must have been in it, at -odd times, scraps of the letters he received and spoilt sheets of his own. Has -your dust bin been emptied this week?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, sir, but you wouldn't find anything of Mr. Felix's in -it. It was one of his orders that whatever was in the waste-paper basket should -be burnt here in his own fireplace. I used to sweep this room in the morning -when he was in bed, and he always said I did my work so quietly that he was -never disturbed by any noise.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Look round the room, Mrs. Middlemore, and see if you miss -anything. You would be pretty well acquainted with everything in it. What is the -meaning of that gasp? You <i>do</i> miss something?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'There was another desk, sir, and I don't see it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What kind of desk?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'A small one, sir, that used to smell quite nice.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Ah, made of cedar wood, no doubt. Did M. Felix keep his -papers in this desk?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Some of his papers, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'How do you know that?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I've come into the room when he's rung for me, and saw the -desk open.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Ocular proof, Mrs. Middlemore.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What sort's that, sir?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Visible to the eye--<i>your</i> eye, my dear madam.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, sir,' said Mrs. Middlemore, dubiously.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Now, Mrs. Middlemore, can you inform me whether those papers -you saw in the missing desk were private papers?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It ain't possible for me to say, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Neither can you say, I suppose, whether M. Felix set any -particular store upon them?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Well, sir, now you bring me to it, things come to my mind.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Exactly.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Whenever I come into the room,' said Mrs. Middlemore, 'and -the desk was open, Mr. Felix used to shut it up quick.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Lest you should see them too closely?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'm sure I shouldn't 'ave made no use of 'em; least of all, -bad use.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That is not the point. He closed the desk quickly when -another person was by, with an evident wish to keep all possible knowledge of -them to himself.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It looks like that. You <i>do</i> push a thing close.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter accepted this as a compliment, and continued:</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That appears to establish the fact that this desk--which -probably was brought from India, Mrs. Middlemore--contained M. Felix's private -papers?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It do, sir,' said Mrs. Middlemore, admiringly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And, therefore, papers of importance. The desk was inlaid -with silver, Mrs. Middlemore.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Lor', sir!' exclaimed Mrs. Middlemore, doubtless regarding -our reporter as a man who dealt in enchantments. 'How did you find out that?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It was, was it not?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, sir, it was.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'When M. Felix had visitors, was this desk ever allowed to -lie carelessly about?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, sir. At them times he used to keep it in 'is bedroom, on -a little table by the side of 'is bed.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Let us look through the bedroom, and see if it is there.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"They searched the bedroom thoroughly, without finding it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It is undoubtedly gone,' said our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It do look like it, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Mrs. Middlemore, when M. Felix was found dead in his chair, -was this desk in either of the rooms?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I didn't see it, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You could not swear it was not here?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I shouldn't like to, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The probability, however, is that it had gone when the door -was forced open?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The police could scarcely take it away without your -knowledge?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'They'd 'ave been clever to do it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Had they done so, they would certainly have been exceeding -their duties. Now, do not answer the questions I put to you too quickly. Were -you in these rooms on the day before M. Felix's death?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I were, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Was the desk here then?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It were; I can swear to that.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You saw it with your own eyes?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I couldn't see it with no others,' replied Mrs. Middlemore, -smirking, in approval of her small wit.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Of course, you could not. Is there any particular reason why -you are so positive of this?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Well, sir, Mr. Felix wanted something, and rung for me; and -when I come into the room he was sitting at this table with the desk open before -him, and all the papers scattered about.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That fixes it. Did he seem to be searching for, or examining -with more than usual interest, any special document?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'He seemed flustered and excited, sir. I can't say no more -than that.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'He was not generally of an excitable temperament?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not at all. He was easy going, and always with a pleasant -word.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'A model man. I observe that you call him Mr. and not -Monsieur?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I can't bring myself to foreign languages, sir. My tongue -gits into a knot.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'He <i>was</i> a foreigner, I suppose?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I suppose so, sir. I ain't the best of judges.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'A Frenchman?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'So I thought, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Or an Italian?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Perhaps, sir,' said Mrs. Middlemore, wavering.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Or a Spaniard?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Perhaps, sir,' said Mrs. Middlemore, growing more undecided.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Or a Russian?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'How <i>can</i> I say, sir?' said Mrs. Middlemore, now quite -at sea as to M. Felix's nationality.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'He spoke the English language well?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'As well as me, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'So that, after all, he might have been an Englishman?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'He might,' said Mrs. Middlemore, declining to commit -herself, 'and he mightn't.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter did not press the point, as to which Mrs. -Middlemore had evidently disclosed all she knew.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'If we could find the missing desk, Mrs. Middlemore, it might -throw a light upon the mystery.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Again did Mrs. Middlemore decline to commit herself; again -did she answer, 'It might, and it mightn't, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I presume there was nothing in the desk that attracted your -attention besides the papers?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Only one thing, sir--a curious sort of knife.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'A paper knife, most likely.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It was more like a dagger,' said Mrs. Middlemore. 'It 'ad a -'andle like a twisted snake, with a' open mouth and a colored stone in its eye. -It 'ad a sharp pint, too?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'How did you become aware of that? Did you ever try it?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not me, sir; but once I come in when Mr. Felix 'ad it in 'is -'and, playing with it, and all at once he dropped it like a 'ot pertater. He -pricked 'isself with it, and there was blood on 'is 'and.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You have furnished me with a valuable piece of evidence, -Mrs. Middlemore. Papers are easily burnt, and a desk broken up and destroyed. It -would not be so easy to get rid of that knife, which, from your description, -must be a foreign dagger, and the identification of which would be a simple -matter. For instance, you could swear to it, and so could I, who have never seen -it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Anybody could swear to it, sir; it couldn't be mistook.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did M. Felix keep this dagger always in his desk?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I should say he did, sir. I never saw it laying about loose, -and never saw it at all unless the desk was open.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you see it on the last occasion you saw the desk open, a -few hours before M. Felix's death?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, sir, it was among 'is papers.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Have you any suspicion, Mrs. Middlemore, who at this present -moment has possession of the desk and the dagger?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not the least, sir. 'Ave you?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I have. A suspicion amounting to a certainty. Have you -forgotten the man with a red handkerchief round his neck who escaped from the -house on the night of the eventful discovery?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'm not likely to forget 'im,' said Mrs. Middlemore, and -then added, in an excited tone, 'do you think it was 'im as took it?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Him, and no other. Now we arrive at the motive of his visit; -it was robbery. Not a vulgar robbery such as an ordinary thief would have -committed, but one of a particular nature, and committed with a knowledge that -M. Felix's Indian desk contained a secret or secrets of value, which no doubt he -could turn to good account. We are getting on, Mrs. Middlemore, we are getting -on,' said our reporter, rubbing his hands in satisfaction. 'In these affairs -there is nothing like patience.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You're as good as a detective, sir,' said Mrs. Middlemore, -'and you've got the patience of Job. You won't mind my saying that I've thought -lots of your questions foolish, and only put for the sake of saying something. I -don't think so now, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Thank you for the compliment. I assure you I have not asked -you one idle question. Recall to mind whether the man with the red handkerchief -round his neck carried anything away with him that looked like a desk as he -escaped from the house.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I don't believe, sir,' said Mrs. Middlemore, with evident -reluctance, 'as that will ever be known.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Oh, yes, it will. Answer my question.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I didn't notice nothing,' replied Mrs. Middlemore.</p> - -<p class="normal">"We pause a moment here to observe that it was these reserved -replies, when any question relating to this man was asked, as well as the -conflicting testimony of the constables Wigg and Nightingale, that led us to the -conclusion, already recorded, that the precise truth was not revealed as to -which one of the three witnesses actually saw the man. Having committed -themselves to a certain statement for the purpose of exonerating the constables -from official blame, they could not afterward contradict themselves, because -such a contradiction would have thrown grave doubt upon the whole of their -evidence.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'He could not,' said our reporter, 'very well have carried -away an article of this description without its being noticed by any one who saw -him.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Ain't it excusable, sir,' observed Mrs. Middlemore, -nervously, 'when you think of the storm and the confusion we was in?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Well, perhaps, but it is a pity we cannot obtain definite -information on the point. Isn't that a knock at the street door?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, sir,' said Mrs. Middlemore, making no attempt to move -from the room.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You had better go down and see who it is. I will remain -here. There is really nothing to be frightened at. It might be Sophy come back.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"At this suggestion Mrs. Middlemore left the room, and went to -the street door. Being alone, our reporter looked about him, and almost -immediately made an important discovery. Against the wall, on the right hand -side of the door as he entered, stood a massive sideboard, a very handsome piece -of furniture. The lower part of this sideboard was close against the waistcoat, -above which there was a space between the back of the sideboard and the wall of -about an inch in width. Happening to glance at the back of the sideboard, the -light of the candle which our reporter held in his hand fell upon something -bright. Stooping, he drew the object out, and was excited to find it was the -identical dagger about which he and Mrs. Middlemore had been conversing. There -could not be the possibility of a mistake. Its handle, as Mrs. Middlemore had -described, resembled a twisted snake; the mouth was open, and in its head was a -ruby to represent an eye. A dangerous instrument, with a very sharp point, the -metal of which it was composed being bright steel. But it was not the peculiar -shape of the handle, nor the bright steel of the blade, nor the ruby eye, which -excited our reporter. It was the fact that there was rust upon the blade, and -that this rust was caused by blood, of which there were light stains plainly -visible on the handle of the dagger."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_13" href="#div1Ref_13">CHAPTER XIII.</a></h4> - -<h5>THE REPORTER OF THE "EVENING MOON" GIVES SOPHY A TREAT.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"In the elucidation of a mystery there are facts which have to -be slowly and laboriously built up; there are others which need no such process -but establish themselves instantly in the analytical and well-balanced mind. Our -reporter is gifted with such a mind, and certain facts connected with the case -of M. Felix took instant form and order. We will set these facts before our -readers briefly and concisely:</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is necessary to premise--</p> - -<p class="normal">"First, that M. Felix kept a loaded revolver beneath the -pillows of his bed.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Second, that when Constables Wigg and Nightingale, Mrs. -Middlemore, and Dr. Lamb entered M. Felix's sitting-room after the door was -forced open, the window was open.</p> - -<p class="normal">"We now proceed to the sequence of events.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Shortly before his death M. Felix, being alone in the house -in Gerard Street, received a visitor. Whether expected or unexpected, whether -welcome or unwelcome, we are not prepared to state; nor are we prepared to state -how this visitor obtained entrance to the house. Obtain entrance by some means -he undoubtedly did, and mounting the stairs, he knocked at the door of M. -Felix's sitting-room. At the moment M. Felix heard the knock he had his Indian -desk open before him, and it was in connection with a secret which this desk -contained, or to which a document in the desk could afford a clue, that the -visit was made. M. Felix, supposing that it was his housekeeper who knocked, -opened the door and admitted the intruder. A stormy scene ensued, and M. Felix, -throwing open his window, screamed for help. The appeal was sent forth into the -wild night more from the fear that he was about to be robbed of this secret than -from the fear that his life was in danger. The hypothesis is strengthened by the -fact that there were no marks of personal violence on the body of M. Felix. The -visitor laid hands upon the desk, and as he did so M. Felix turned from the -window, snatched up the dagger, and hurled it with all his force at the robber. -The sharp point struck into the flesh of the intruder, and it was his blood -which was discovered on the floor of the room. The agitation produced by the -scene brought on the attack of heart disease which caused M. Felix's death. The -blind and momentary delirium which ensued did not prevent M. Felix from thinking -of the revolver beneath his pillows; he staggered into his bedroom, but before -he reached his bed he fell lifeless in a chair. While this was going on the -robber had seized the desk, and, conscious that to carry away with him the -evidence of a dagger dripping with blood might lead to his detection, he threw -it swiftly from him behind the sideboard. He threw it with his right hand, his -back being toward the door, which accounts for the place and position in which -our reporter found the weapon. Then, with the desk in his possession, he escaped -from the house--ignorant of the tragedy that had occurred, ignorant that M. -Felix was lying dead within a few feet of him. He left the door open, but the -fierce wind through the window blew it shut. It was while it was open that the -cat which alarmed Mrs. Middlemore and the two constables crept into the room, -became besmeared with blood, and crept out.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The departure of the thief was like the falling of the -curtain upon a pregnant act in an exciting drama. Imagination follows the man as -he flies with his stolen treasure through the deserted streets; imagination -wanders to the dead form of M. Felix lying in the chair by the bedside. When the -curtain rises again, what will be disclosed?</p> - -<p class="normal">"These thoughts came to the mind of our reporter with -lightning rapidity. Mrs. Middlemore had opened the street door, had closed it -again, and was now ascending the stairs. What should he do with the dagger?</p> - -<p class="normal">"To retain it would be an unwarranted act, and might be -construed into a theft. To take Mrs. Middlemore into his confidence might thwart -his operations in the future. He put his hand behind the sideboard, and let the -dagger fall. It was now safely hidden from sight, and its presence behind the -sideboard could only be discovered, by any other person than himself, by the -shifting of that piece of furniture.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mrs. Middlemore re-entered the room.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It was a runaway knock,' she said, 'The boys and girls take -a pleasure in it. If I could ketch one of 'em I'd bang their head agin the -wall.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you see no one at all?' asked our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Only some people staring up at the winders,' replied Mrs. -Middlemore. 'The 'ouse 'as become a regular show since that dreadful night. What -do they expect to see?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Perhaps the ghost of M. Felix,' suggested our reporter, -with, it must be confessed, a rather feeble attempt at humor.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Don't mention sech a thing, sir,' said Mrs. Middlemore, -piteously. 'It makes my flesh creep.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I only said it in joke; there are no such things as ghosts -and spirits.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Some people believe otherwise sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The more fools they. Well, Mrs. Middlemore, there is nothing -more I wish to ask you just now; I must get back to my duties. But I must not -waste your time for nothing.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He pressed into her willing palm another half-sovereign, -making the second he had given her.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'm sure you're very kind, sir,' said Mrs. Middlemore, after -furtively glancing at the coin, to see that it was not a sixpence. 'Shall I see -you agin?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes. Good-night, Mrs. Middlemore.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Good-night, sir,' she responded, as they went down-stairs. -'I 'ope Sophy won't be gone long.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'She'll be back soon, I daresay.' He paused in the passage. -'Mrs. Middlemore, are you satisfied that I am your friend?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, sir, I am.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Then, if anything new occurs, you will let me know at once.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I will, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And if it should happen,' said our reporter, 'that you -remember anything you have forgotten to tell me, you will come and let me know -it?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'll be sure to, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Wishing her good-night again, he left the house, and heard -her close the street door behind him with a bang.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was not without a motive that our reporter had addressed -his last words to her. He had an idea that she had not been quite frank with him -respecting M. Felix's visitors feeling assured that she could not be so entirely -in the dark regarding them as she professed to be. His visit had not been -fruitless; he had become acquainted with the loss of the desk, and he had -discovered the dagger with its curiously shaped handle. Two steps advanced in -the mystery, which might lead to something of importance.</p> - -<p class="normal">"He walked slowly on, revolving these matters in his mind, and -debating whether he could make any present use of them when his coat was plucked -by a small hand. Looking down, he saw Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Ah, Sophy,' he said, 'what do you want?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I've been waiting for yer,' said Sophy. 'I've got somethink -to tell.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Good. Where shall we talk?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sophy's reply was a strange one. 'I know,' she said, where -they sells fried fish and fried 'taters.' She smacked her lips.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You would like some?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Wouldn't I? Jest?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Lead the way, Sophy.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You're a brick, old 'un, that's what you are.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"She walked close to him, rubbing against him after the -fashion of a friendly cat, and conducted him toward the purlieus of Drury Lane.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You're going to stand treat, ain't yer?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, Sophy, to as many fried potatoes and as much fried fish -as you can comfortably tuck away.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No gammon, yer know?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I mean what I say, Sophy.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Then there's stooed eels?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'All right; you shall have some.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Don't say afterwards as I took you in. My inside's made of -injer rubber. The more I puts in it the more it stretches.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I don't mind, Sophy.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You're somethink like a gent. I say, was aunty riled at the -runaway knock?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Oh, it was you, was it?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, it was me; I was gitting tired of waiting for yer. -She's close, ain't she?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Who? Your aunt?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes; but I'm closer, I am. I could tell 'er somethink as 'd -make 'er 'air stand on end.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And you are going to tell it to me?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Per'aps. If yer make it wuth my while.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You shall have no reason to complain, Sophy. Is it about M. -Felix?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You wait till I've 'ad my tuck out.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Burning as he was with curiosity, our reporter wisely -restrained his impatience. They had now arrived at the fried-potato shop, and -Sophy stood before the open window with eager eyes. The potatoes were frizzling -in the pan, and were being served out hot by a greasy Italian. His customers -were of the very poorest sort, and most of them received the smoking hot -potatoes in the street, and went away to eat them. You could purchase a -half-penny's worth or a penny's worth the paper bags in which they were -delivered being of different sizes. On the open slab in the window were pieces -of fried plaice, tails, heads, and middles, the price varying according to the -size. A few aristocratic customers were inside the shop, sitting upon narrow -wooden benches, and eating away with an air of great enjoyment.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Don't they smell prime?' whispered Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter assented, although the odor of fat which floated -from the pan left, to the fastidious taste, something to be desired.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Will you eat your supper outside or in, Sophy?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Inside, old 'un,' said Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"They went into the shop and took their seats. There were no -plates or knives or forks, but there was a plentiful supply of salt and pepper.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Can you manage without a plate?' asked our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"With her superior knowledge of the ways of this free-and-easy -restaurant, Sophy replied, 'Plates be blowed!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'But you will certainly want a knife.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No I shan't,' said Sophy, 'fingers was made before knives.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"With two large middle slices of fried fish and a penny's -worth of fried potatoes spread upon a piece of newspaper before her, Sophy fell -to with a voracious appetite. In his position of host our reporter was compelled -to make a sacrifice, and he therefore toyed with a small heap of fried potatoes, -and put a piece occasionally into his mouth. His critical report is that they -were not at all bad food; it was the overpowering smell of fat that discouraged -this martyr to duty.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I say,' said Sophy, 'ain't yer going to 'ave some fried -fish? Do 'ave some! You don't know 'ow good it is.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I am eating only out of politeness, Sophy,' said our -reporter, watching the child with wonder; she had disposed of her first batch -and was now busy upon a second supply. 'I have not long had my dinner.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Ain't we proud?' observed the happy girl. '<i>I</i> like <i> -my</i> dinner--when I can git it, old 'un--in the middle of the day, not in the -middle of the night.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You eat as if you were hungry, Sophy.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'm allus 'ungry. You try and ketch me when I ain't!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Doesn't your aunt give you enough?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'She 'lowances me, and ses I mustn't over-eat myself. As if I -could! I ses to 'er sometimes, "Give me a chance, aunt!" I ses; and she ups and -ses she knows wot's good for me better than I do myself, and all the while she's -eating and drinking till she's fit to bust. She's fond of her innards, is aunt. -Never mind, it'll be my turn one day, you see if it won't. There, I'm done. Oh, -don't you stare! I could eat a lot more, but there's stooed eels to come, I <i> -do</i> like stooed eels, I do!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter had no reason to complain of Sophy's -extravagance; though she had disposed of four slices of fried fish and two -helpings of fried potatoes, his disbursement amounted to no more than tenpence -half-penny. Upon leaving the shop Sophy again assumed the command, and conducted -our reporter to the stewed-eel establishment, where she disposed of three -portions, which the proprietor ladled out in very thick basins. The host of this -magnificent entertainment was somewhat comforted to find that although fingers -were made before knives (and presumably, therefore, before spoons), Sophy was -provided with a very substantial iron spoon to eat her succulent food with. As -in the fried-potato establishment there was a plentiful supply of salt and -pepper, so here there was a plentiful supply of pepper and vinegar, of which -Sophy liberally availed herself. At the end of her third basin Sophy raised her -eyes heavenward and sighed ecstatically.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Have you had enough?' asked our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Enough for once,' replied Sophy, with a prudent eye to the -future. 'I wouldn't call the Queen my aunt.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter did not ask why, Sophy's tone convincing him -that the observation was intended to express a state of infinite content, and -had no reference whatever to Mrs. Middlemore.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Now, Sophy,' he said, 'are you ready to tell me all you -know?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'll tell yer a lot,' said Sophy, and if you ain't -sapparized--well, there!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Another colloquialism, which our reporter perfectly -understood.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What will your aunt say?' he asked--they had left the shop, -and were walking side by side--'to your coming home late?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Wot she likes,' replied Sophy, with a disdainful disregard -of consequences. 'If she don't like it she may lump it. Don't frighten yerself; -she's used to it by this time. Where are you going to take me?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter had settled this in his mind. 'To my rooms, -where we can talk without interruption.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Oh, but I say,' exclaimed Sophy, 'won't they stare!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'There will be no one to do that, Sophy, and you will be -quite safe.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sophy nodded, and kept step with him as well as she could. It -was not easy, by reason of her boots being odd, and not only too large for her -feet, but in a woful state of dilapidation. In one of the narrow streets through -which they passed, a second-hand clothing shop was open, in the window of which -were displayed some half-dozen pairs of children's boots. A good idea occurred -to him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Your boots are worn out, Sophy.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'There's 'ardly any sole to 'em,' remarked Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Would a pair of those fit you?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Oh, come along. I don't want to be made game of.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I am not doing so, Sophy,' said our reporter, slipping three -half-crowns into her hand. 'Go in, and buy the nicest pair you can; and mind -they fit you properly.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sophy raised her eyes to his face, and our reporter observed, -without making any remark thereon, that they were quite pretty eyes, large, and -of a beautiful shade of brown, and now with a soft light in them. She went into -the shop silently, and returned, radiant and grateful, shod as a human being -ought to be.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Do yer like 'em?' she asked, putting one foot on the ledge -of the shop window.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'They look very nice,' he said. 'I hope they're a good fit?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'They're proper. 'Ere's yer change, and I'm ever so much -obliged to yer.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The words were commonplace, but her voice was not. There was -in it a note of tearful gratefulness which was abundant payment for an act of -simple kindness. Utilitarians and political economists may smile at our -statement that we owe the poor a great deal, and that but for them we should not -enjoy some of the sweetest emotions by which the human heart can be stirred."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_14" href="#div1Ref_14">CHAPTER XIV.</a></h4> - -<h5>SOPHY IMPARTS STRANGE NEWS TO THE REPORTER OF THE "EVENING MOON."</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"The chambers occupied by our reporter are situated at the -extreme river end of one of the streets leading from the Strand to the -Embankment. They are at the top of the house, on the third floor, and a -capacious bow-window in his sitting-room affords a good view of the river and -the Embankment gardens. He describes his chambers as an ideal residence, and -declares he would not exchange it for a palace. In daytime the view from his -bow-window is varied and animated, in night-time the lights and shadows on the -Thames are replete with suggestion. From this window he has drawn the -inspiration for many admirable articles which have appeared in our columns, in -which his play of fancy illumines his depiction of a busy city's life.</p> - -<p class="normal">"He let himself in with his latch-key, and Sophy followed -close on his heels up the silent stairs. On the third floor another latch-key -admitted them to the privacy of his chambers.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It will be dark for a moment, Sophy,' he said; 'you are not -frightened, I hope?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not a bit,' replied Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It may not be unworthy of remark that she never again -addressed him as 'old 'un, which he ascribed to the little incident of the -purchase of the pair of boots. It had raised him to an altitude which rendered -so familiar an appellation out of place.</p> - -<p class="normal">"In less than a minute he had lit the gas in his sitting-room, -and Sophy stood gazing around in wonder and delight. Our reporter is a gentleman -of taste, no mere grub working from hand to mouth. He entered the ranks of -journalism from choice, and possesses a private income which renders him -independent of it; thus he is enabled to surround himself with luxuries which -are out of the reach of the ordinary rank and file of his brother workers, who -one and all have a good word for him because of the kindnesses they have on -numerous occasions received at his hands.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sophy looked round on the books and pictures and valuable -objects with which the room was literally packed, and her appreciation--little -as she understood them--was expressed in her eyes.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'This is my den, Sophy,' said our reporter. 'What do you -think of it?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"As he spoke he applied a lighted match to a couple of -bachelor's wheels in the stove, and in an instant a cheerful fire was glowing.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Well, I never!' exclaimed Sophy. 'It's magic.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, Sophy, sober fact. Single life nowadays is filled with -innumerable conveniences to keep a fellow from the path of matrimony. This -little bachelor's wheel'--holding one up--'is a formidable foe to anxious mammas -with marriageable daughters. But I am talking above you, Sophy; pardon the -flight. Go to the window there; you will see the river from it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He stood by her side while she gazed upon the wonderful -sight, too little appreciated by those who are familiar with it. The moon was -shining brightly, and the heavens were dotted with stars; long lines of lights -were shining in the water, animated as it were with a mysterious spiritual life -by the shifting currents of the river. It was at this moment that Sophy gave -expression to a remarkable effort at grammar.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I say, 'ow 'igh the Thames are!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter was amused, and did not correct her. 'Yes, -Sophy, the river has reached an unusual height. And now, little one, as time is -flying, let us proceed to business.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sophy, brought down to earth, retired from the window, and -stood by the table, at which our reporter seated himself. He could not prevail -upon her to take a chair.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I can talk better standing,' she said. 'Before I tell what I -got to tell, I'd like to know wot aunt said of me when you and 'er was up in Mr. -Felix's rooms this morning. You know. When I'd jest got out of bed.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Nothing very particular, Sophy,' said our reporter, 'except -that you were a sound sleeper.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You arksed 'er that?' said Sophy, shrewdly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, You see, Sophy, I was naturally anxious to learn all I -could of the strange disappearance of M. Felix's body. It was there last night -when you and your aunt went to bed; it was not there this morning when you got -up.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Aunt couldn't tell yer much.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'She could tell me nothing. She went to bed, and though she -has passed bad nights this week----'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Oh, she sed that, did she?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Meaning that she don't sleep much?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, that undoubtedly was her meaning.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Well, go on, please,' said Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Though she has passed bad nights lately, it was a fact that -last night she slept very soundly. Then the idea occurred to me to come down and -ask you whether you had heard anything in the night--because, you know, Sophy, -that M. Felix's body could not have disappeared from the house without some -sound being made. We do not live in an age of miracles. The body could not have -flown up the chimney, or made its way through thick walls. There is only one way -it could have been got out, and that was through the street door.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Right you are,' said Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Now, Sophy, I am sure you are a sensible little girl, and -that I can open my mind freely to you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You can that. I ain't much to look at, but I ain't quite a -fool neither.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I am certain you are not. I cannot tell you how deeply I am -interested in this mysterious affair, and how much I desire to get at the bottom -of it. Whoever assists me to do this will not repent it, and somehow or other I -have an idea that you can help me. If you can, I will be a real good friend to -you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"You've been that already, the best I ever sor. I took you in -once this morning, and I ain't going to do it agin.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'How did you take me in, Sophy?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I told yer I didn't wake up last night, didn't I?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You did, Sophy.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And that I didn't 'ear no noise?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'They was crammers. I did wake up in the middle of the night, -and I did 'ear a noise.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Sophy,' said our reporter, repressing his excitement as well -as he could, 'I feel that you are going to do me a good turn.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Aunt's a awful liar,' said Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Is she?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'She ses she sleeps light, and I sleep sound. It's all the -other way. She goes to bed and drops off like the snuff of a candle, and she -snores like a pig. I sleep on and off like. I don't let aunt know it, 'cause I -don't want to be rushed out of bed till I've a mind to git up, so I pretend to -be fast asleep, and I let her shake me as much as she likes. I do not lay -snuggled up; and I was laying like that last night all the while aunt was -snoring fit to shake the 'ouse down, when I 'eerd wot sounded like somethink -movin' upstairs. I wasn't scared--yer don't know Sophy if yer think that. "I'll -see what it is," thinks I, "if I die for it." So I creeps out of bed, and stands -quiet a bit in the dark, without moving.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You are a brave little girl, Sophy, and I am proud of you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I stands listening and wondering, and the sound of somethink -moving upstairs goes on. Moving quite soft, sir, jest as if it didn't want to be -'eerd. "Blowed if I don't go up," thinks I, "and find out wot it's all about." I -wouldn't light a candle, 'cause that might wake aunt, and I wanted to 'ave it -all to myself. Well, sir, I creeps to the door in my bare feet and opens it, and -goes into the passage. Sure enough, I ain't deceived; there is somethink on the -stairs. Up I creeps, as soft as a cat, feeling my way by the bannisters, till I -git to the passage that leads to the street-door. Then somethink 'appens to me -that upsets the applecart. I ketches my toe agin a nail, and I screams out. But -that's nothink to what follers. A 'and claps itself on my mouth, and somebody -ses, "If yer move or speak out loud I'll kill yer!" If I sed I wasn't frightened -at that I'd be telling yer the biggest crammer of the lot, but I pulls myself -together, and I whispers under my breath, "Wot is it? Burgulers?" "Yes," ses the -voice, "burgulers, as'll 'ave yer blood if yer don't do as yer told." "I'll do -everythink yer want," I ses, "if yer don't 'urt me. My blood won't do yer a bit -o' good; it ain't much good to me as I knows on. Is there more than one of yer?" -"There's a band of us," ses the voice. "Who's downstairs?" "Only aunt," I ses. -"Ain't there nobody else in the 'ouse?" arsks the voice. "Not a blessed soul," -ses I, "excep' the corpse on the fust floor." "Take yer oath on it," ses the -voice. "I 'ope I may never move from this spot alive," ses I, "if it ain't the -truth I'm telling of yer!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Now jest listen to me," ses the voice. "You do as yer told, -or you'll be chopped into ten thousan' little bits. Set down on the stairs -there, and shut yer eyes, and don't move or speak till you 'ear a whistle; it -won't be a loud 'un, but loud enough for you to 'ear. Then you git up, and shut -the street-door softly--you'll find it open--and lock it and put up the chain. -Then go downstairs without speaking a word, and if yer aunt's awake and arsks -yer wot's the matter, say nothink; if she's asleep, don't wake her. When she -gits up in the morning don't say nothink to 'er, and don't answer no questions -about us. You understand all that?" "Every word on it," I ses. "And yer'll do as -yer ordered?" ses the voice. "Yes, I will," I ses. "Mind yer do," ses the voice, -"or somethink orful 'll 'appen to yer. You'll be watched the 'ole day long, and -if yer let on, look out for yerself. Now set yerself down on the stairs." I did, -sir, and though I was froze almost to a stone, I never moved or spoke. It was -that dark that I couldn't see a inch before my nose, even when I opened my eyes -slyly, but I couldn't 'elp 'earing wot was going on. There was a creeping, and a -bumping, and the sound of the street-door being unlocked and the chain being -took down. Then everythink was quiet agin inside, and all I 'eerd was a -policeman in the street outside, trying the doors as he passed on. When he'd got -well out of the street, as near as I could tell, the street-door was opened -without as much as a creak, and in another minute I 'eerd a low whistle. Then I -got up; it was all a job, sir, 'cause I was cramped, but I managed it, and I -crep' to the street-door, and shut it, and locked it, and put the chain up. I -was glad enough to do it, I can tell yer, and I felt my way downstairs and got -into bed. Aunt 'adn't as much as moved, and nobody knew nothink but me and the -burgulers. That's all I know about last night.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was enough, in all conscience; a strange story indeed, and -related by such a common little waif as Sophy. Our reporter had not interrupted -her once, but allowed her to proceed, in her own quaint and original way, to the -end.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And you have told nobody but me, Sophy?' asked our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It ain't crossed my lips till this minute,' replied Sophy. -'I don't know wot I might 'ave done if I 'adn't seed you this morning. You spoke -civil and nice to me, and I took to yer in a minute. Yer might 'ave knocked me -down with a feather when I 'eered arter you'd gone wot the burgulers' little -game was, and it come to me in a jiffy that you'd like to know wot 'ad become of -Mr. Felix's body. "I'll wait till I see 'im agin," ses I to myself, "and then -I'll tell 'im all about it." If you 'adn't come to aunt's to-night I should 'ave -come to you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I am infinitely obliged to you,' said our reporter, 'We'll -keep the matter to ourselves at present, and if there's any reward offered for -the recovery of the body, or for any information that may lead to its recovery, -it shall be yours, Sophy, every farthing of it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sophy's eyes glistened as she said, 'If they arsks me, then, -why I adn't spoke before, I'll tell 'em I was too frightened by wot the burguler -sed he'd do to me if I sed anythink about it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That excuse will do nicely. Did you hear the sound of many -feet?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I think it was only one man as was moving about,' replied -Sophy, after a little consideration.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'How do we account, then, for there being more than one man -concerned in this singular robbery?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Per'aps there wasn't more than one,' suggested Sophy -quickly, 'and in course he 'ad to carry the body. It couldn't walk of itself, -being dead.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Quite so, my young logician--a compliment Sophy. Before you -put up the chain, did you look out into the street?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I didn't dare to.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Then you don't know if there was a cab or a cart waiting at -the door?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I don't, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you hear the sound of wheels moving away after the door -was secured?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, I didn't. Everythink was as still as still can be, -inside and out.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'There must have been a vehicle of some sort, however, -stationed near. A man couldn't carry a dead body through the streets very far -without being caught. Perhaps he would not allow it to stand too near your -aunt's house for fear of suspicion being excited. The natural conclusion is that -a growler was engaged, and that it walked slowly to and fro in a given direction -till he came up to it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That must 'ave been it, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'If I give you five shillings, Sophy, can you take care of -it?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Rather! But you've done enough for me to-night, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not half enough, my girl. Here's the money.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"From the expression on Sophy's face she would have liked to -resist the temptation, but it was too strong for her, so she took the two -half-crowns, saying gleefully as she tied them in her money-box, I shall soon -'ave enough to buy wot I want.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What is it you desire so particularly, Sophy? A new frock?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No,' she replied. 'I want a pair of tights.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'In heaven's name, what for?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'To see 'ow I look in 'em.' Sophy glanced down at her legs, -then stood straight up and walked a few steps this way and a few steps that, in -glowing anticipation of the delights in store for her.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You would like to be an actress, Sophy?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Wouldn't I? Jest! I can do a lot of steps, sir. Would you -like to see me dance?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not to-night, Sophy,' said our reporter, thinking of the -proprieties; 'I haven't time, and you had best get back as quick as you can to -your aunt. I'll see you part of the way. I don't know what excuse you will give -her for being absent so long.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Let me alone for that. It ain't the fust time, and won't be -the last.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Well, come along, my girl.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"They left the house without being observed, and our reporter -saw Sophy as far as St. Martin's Lane, and then bade her good night. Before -returning to his chambers he walked in the direction of the Embankment with the -intention of taking a stroll there. It was a favorite promenade of his on fine -nights, and on this night in particular he desired it, in order that he might -think in the quietude of that grand avenue of the information he had gained. -Elated as he was at the progress he was making in the elucidation of the -mystery, he could not but be conscious that every new discovery he had made -seemed to add to its difficulty. What he wanted now was a tangible clew, however -slight, which he could follow up in a practical way. Little did he dream that -everything was working in his favor, and that time and circumstance were leading -him to the clew he was so anxious to possess.</p> - -<p class="normal">"There was one thing in the story related to him by Sophy -which greatly perplexed him. The child could not have assisted him to a -satisfactory solution, for he was satisfied that she had disclosed all she knew -of the events of the night, and he therefore had made no mention to her of the -perplexing point. It was this. Sophy had told him that while she was sitting on -the stairs with her eyes closed she heard the man unlock the street door and -take the chain down. That being so, the question remained--how had he got into -the house? Scarcely through the street door, for it was hardly likely that, -having got in through it, he would have locked it and put the chain up, and thus -created for himself a serious obstacle to his escape in the event of his being -discovered before he had accomplished his work. Our reporter could think of no -satisfactory answer to this question, and it had to take its place among other -questions to which, in the present aspect of the case, no answers could be -found.</p> - -<p class="normal">"He had turned on to the Embankment by way of Westminster -Bridge, and passing under the arch of the Charing Cross Railway bridge, was -proceeding onward toward Waterloo when he saw something that caused him to -quicken his steps in its direction. Fate or chance was about to place in his -hands the link for which he was yearning--a link but for which the mystery of M. -Felix might forever have remained unravelled."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_15" href="#div1Ref_15">CHAPTER XV.</a></h4> - -<h5>A SINGULAR ADVENTURE ON THE THAMES EMBANKMENT.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"He saw before him, at a distance of some thirty yards, as -nearly as he could judge, the figure of a woman standing upon the stone ramparts -of the Embankment, close to Cleopatra's Needle. The light of a lamp was shining -upon her form, which was stooping forward in the direction of the river.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It had already been mentioned that the tide on this night was -unusually high, and our reporter was apprehensive, from the position of the -woman, that she was contemplating suicide. If so she had chosen a favorable -moment to put her sad design into execution, for there was no person near enough -to prevent her had she been expeditious. She looked neither to the right nor to -the left, but down before her on the rolling river. Our reporter hastened his -steps, in fear least he should be too late to arrest her purpose.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Unseen by them another man was approaching the woman, but not -so rapidly as our reporter. This was a policeman who had emerged from the -shadows of the Waterloo steps on the opposite side, and as, when he started, he -was nearer to her than our reporter, they both reached her at the same moment. -Each becoming aware of the other's presence, they would have shown recognition -of it had not their attention been diverted by a sufficiently startling -proceeding on the part of the woman. Still unaware that there were witnesses of -her movements, she leaned forward at a perilous angle, and with all her strength -threw some heavy object into the water. The force she used destroyed her -balance, and she would have fallen into the river had not the policeman and our -reporter laid violent hands upon her, and dragged her from her dangerous -position on the ramparts.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Just in time, thank God!' said our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Just too late,' retorted the policeman. 'A moment sooner, -and we should have saved her baby.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Her baby!' exclaimed our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes. Didn't you hear the poor thing give a scream?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You must be hard of hearing. First a sob, then a scream. -Now, then, own up!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He shook the woman roughly, but obtained no response from -her. She was cowering to the flagstones, her face hidden in her hands.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter is not the stamp of man to stand idly by while -the life of a human being is in danger. He stripped off his coat and waistcoat -with the speed of lightning.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That's your sort,' said the policeman. 'I can't swim; you -can.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not a stroke,' said our reporter, and was about to plunge -into the river when the woman sprang up and caught his arm.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'For God's sake,' she said, trembling with agitation, 'do not -risk your life for nothing.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Your baby is drowning,' cried our reporter. 'Let me go!' He -strove vainly to extricate himself from her clutch.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You shall not, you shall not!' said the woman. 'As Heaven is -my judge, I have done no wrong. I have no baby; I came out alone. You are a -gentleman. By all that is sacred I speak the truth!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The policeman says he heard a scream.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'He is mistaken. I beg you to believe me. Oh, unhappy woman -that I am? Have I not one friend in all the wide world?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was not alone her words that carried conviction with them, -it was her deep distress, and the evident sincerity with which she spoke. -Moreover, now that our reporter had the opportunity of observing her closely, he -saw that she was not of a common stamp. There was a refinement in her voice and -manner which impressed him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I believe you,' he said, and slowly put on his waistcoat and -coat.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The chance is lost,' said the policeman, with a scornful -smile; 'the poor thing is dead by this time. A put-up job, my man. I wasn't born -yesterday.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He had noted the dialogue between the woman and our reporter, -some portion of which had escaped him, and his suspicions were aroused. He was -not entirely without justification. Seeing upon one side of her a policeman, and -on the other side a gentleman, the woman, being undoubtedly of the better class, -had gravitated naturally toward our reporter. Thus at once was established, -without premeditation, a conflict of interests in the eyes of the policeman. He -represented the Law, which is invariably more suspicious than sympathetic. -Opposing him were two strangers who might be in collusion. Hunting in couples, -one of either sex, was a common trick of the criminal classes, with which every -policeman is familiar. The officer with whom we are dealing was not of an -analytic turn; he jumped rather at conclusions than motives; therefore, he -pronounced the verdict first and examined the evidence afterward, or left it to -others to examine. All that he was honestly concerned in was the performance of -his duty.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you not hear her say,' said our reporter, 'that she was -alone, and no baby with her?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I heard something of the sort,' replied the policeman, -candidly, believing it is another matter. 'I believe in my own ears. Are you a -confederate of hers?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter laughed, and his laugh strengthened the -policeman's suspicions and excited his ire.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Perhaps you will both deny,' he said, 'that something was -thrown into the river.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I certainly heard a splash,' said our reporter, and he -looked at the woman for confirmation, but she said nothing.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'We'll fish it up, whatever it is,' said the policeman. 'If -it isn't a baby--which I say it is, as I heard it cry--it's stolen property. -Pretty nigh as bad.' So saying, he blew his whistle.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The sound terrified the woman; she clung to our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What need is there to summon assistance?' asked our -reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I know what I'm up to,' replied the policeman. 'I'll trouble -you to come to the police station.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I intend to do so. Are you going to charge this lady?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"A grateful sob escaped the woman, produced by the reference -to her as a lady no less than by the considerate tone in which it was made.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'If you're particularly anxious to know,' said the policeman, -'I am going to charge you both.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Much amused, our reporter asked, 'What do you charge her -with?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'First, with drowning her baby; next, with attempting to -commit suicide.' He paused in the middle of the sentence to blow his whistle -again.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And what is your charge against me?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Aiding and abetting. Come,' he said to the woman, putting -his hand under her chin and attempting to raise her face to the light, 'let me -have a look at you. A hundred to one I've seen you before.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He was so rough that the woman cried out.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Be very careful,' said our reporter, in a warning tone. 'If -you use violence it will go against you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It will go against you,' retorted the policeman, who was -losing his discretion.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That is to be seen,' said our reporter, gravely, 'when we -reach the police-station. Meanwhile, you are acting outside your right in -compelling this lady to look you in the face.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Very well,' said the policeman, surlily, beginning to be -shaken by the temperate conduct of our reporter, 'I hear assistance coming; I'll -wait.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The measured tread of another policeman was heard in the near -distance. Our reporter stood still, perfectly calm and self-possessed.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The woman, now sobbing bitterly, drew her handkerchief from -her pocket, and a piece of paper, which she undesignedly and unwittingly drew -forth with it, fluttered to the ground. Only the sharp eyes of our reporter saw -it, and he stooped and picked it up. He glanced at it without attracting the -attention of the policeman, and what he saw both greatly astonished him and -influenced his future course with respect to the woman. He felt instinctively -that he held in his hand a thread, however slight and slender, in the Mystery of -Monsieur Felix.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our readers will remember that in certain editions of the <i> -Evening Moon</i> we inserted an advertisement referring to the death of M. -Felix, but lest the precise terms of that advertisement should be forgotten by -them we reprint it here, to refresh their memory. The advertisement ran as -follows:</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The Strange Death of M. Felix, in Gerard Street, Soho. -Persons who had private or other interviews with M. Felix between the hours of -eight in the morning and twelve at night on the 16th of January, or who are in -possession of information which will throw light upon the circumstances -surrounding his death, are urgently requested to call at the office of the <i> -Evening Moon</i>, at any time after the appearance of this advertisement. -Liberal rewards will be paid to all who give such information, and the best -legal assistance is offered by the proprietors of this journal, entirely at -their own expense, to all, who may desire it and who are in any way interested -in M. Felix's death.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Up to the present time the advertisement had been productive -of no result of any value. A great many persons had called at our office -respecting it, but they knew nothing that was likely to be of assistance to us; -their aim was to obtain money without giving an equivalent for it. That the step -we took, however, was not useless was proved by what our reporter now held in -his hand. It was the advertisement, cut carefully from our journal, pasted upon -a sheet of note-paper, and framed, as it were, in clear lines of red ink. Surely -it was not without reason that the woman had been thus painstaking with this -extract. Surely there must be some connecting link between her and M. Felix, -whose death and subsequent disappearance were still enveloped in mystery. Thus -thought our reporter the moment his eyes fell upon the advertisement.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The approach of the second policeman afforded him an -opportunity of speaking to her concerning it. While the two policemen were -talking, the second asking for information, the first giving it, he exchanged a -few words with the woman.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You have dropped something,' he said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"She put her hand hastily in her pocket and discovered her -loss.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I have it,' said our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It is only a piece of paper,' said the woman; 'give it back -to me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You had better let me keep it,' he said. 'You will be -charged and searched at the police-station----'</p> - -<p class="normal">"She interrupted him, saying, in a pitiful voice, 'Will they -not let me go--oh will they not let me go?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'They will not,' replied our reporter, 'and they are not to -be blamed. They are merely doing their duty. You have acted in a way which -throws suspicion upon you----'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I have done nothing wrong,' she said, interrupting him -again; and that she regarded him as being well disposed toward her was proved by -her speaking in a low tone, notwithstanding her anguish of mind, 'indeed, indeed -I have not!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I believe you; they will not. I will not ask you what you -have done; if you confide in me it must be of your own free will; but you may -truly believe that I am desirous and willing to be your friend, your sincere and -earnest friend. Something more; I may be able to assist you in a manner you -little dream of. The paper you have dropped is an advertisement from the <i> -Evening Moon</i>, referring to the death of M. Felix.' She shivered at the name, -raised her eyes, and dropped them again. This gave him an opportunity of -observing that they were of a peculiar and beautiful tinge of blue, and the soft -pathetic light they shed touched him deeply. 'Be patient a moment,' he -continued; 'I must have a little private talk with you before we get to the -police station, and I think I can manage it.' He had seen and recognized the -face of the second policeman, who now, as he came forward, greeted him -respectfully. 'Your comrade here,' said our reporter, jocosely, 'believes that I -am engaged in some unlawful conspiracy. You know who I am. Set his mind at -rest.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"It happened fortunately that this second policeman and our -reporter were old acquaintances, and had spent many an hour together in the -still watches of the night. A few words whispered in the ear of the first -policeman settled his doubts.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I beg your pardon, sir,' he said, apologetically, 'but -mistakes will happen in the best regulated families.' A remark which denoted -that the worthy and zealous officer was not deficient in a sense of humor.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'A mistake has happened here,' said our reporter. 'I presume -that you do not now intend to charge me with aiding and abetting.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not a bit of it, sir. It was only my joke.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You have a queer way of airing your jokes, but I cannot -reasonably complain; you had grounds for suspicion. And now about this lady.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Don't ask me to neglect my duty, sir. I must take her to the -station.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'She denies that she has done anything wrong.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'They all do that, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Do you persist in your charges against her?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Well, sir, about the baby I won't be sure now; it's as -likely as not I was mistaken in thinking I heard it scream; but we'll try to -prove the rights of the thing. I don't give way, sir, in my belief that she -attempted to commit suicide.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I am a properly qualified solicitor,' said our reporter, -'and I shall appear for her, and shall also offer myself as an eye-witness of -the affair. I shall support her in her statement that she had no intention of -committing suicide.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I can't help that, sir,' said the policeman, with respectful -pertinacity, 'I can only report what I saw, and I must do my duty. She nearly -fell into the river; I hope you won't deny that, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I will not deny it. You are speaking now quite fairly and -temperately, and I hope to bring you round to my view.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'To let her off, sir?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I can't do it, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'But listen to reason. She accidentally lost her balance----'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And,' interposed the policeman, 'would have fallen in had it -not been for us.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That does not establish a charge of an attempt at suicide.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It must be looked into, sir,' said the policeman, stiffly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It seems to me,' said the second policeman, 'that it all -depends upon what it was she threw into the river.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Without asking permission our reporter stepped aside with the -woman, and spoke privately to her. She had listened to the conversation in an -agonized state of mind, turning her eyes alternately to her accuser and her -defender with the air of one who was being hunted down. Helpless, despairing -innocence was depicted in her face, and the favorable impression she had -produced upon our reporter was strengthened. Had she not in his belief been -connected in a manner yet to be explained with the Mystery of M. Felix he would -have been inclined to champion her cause, and because of this belief he would -have ranked himself on her side even if he had supposed that the charges brought -against her were true. Without a shade of doubt she was a lady; her attire, -although it bore no indications of worldly prosperity, her manners, her speech, -unmistakably proclaimed the fact. She was apparently a little over forty years -of age, and there were traces of long-endured suffering on her features. In her -youth she must have possessed remarkable beauty, which even now could not fail -in attracting attention; her figure was slight and graceful, her movements -gentle and refined. These signs rendered her appearance at such an hour and -under such circumstances sufficiently perplexing, but our reporter was satisfied -to trust to the future for a satisfactory explanation of what at present, to a -vulgar mind, was full of suspicion.</p> - -<p class="normal">"In stating that he was a properly qualified solicitor our -reporter stated a simple fact. He had served articles in a solicitor's office, -and had abandoned that profession for one which possessed greater attractions -for him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It occurred to him to test her, and he addressed her in -French. She replied to him in the same language, but with an accent which put -his to the blush. We shall, however, give what passed between them in our native -tongue, for the sake of perfect clearness, and in the interests of those of our -readers who may not be familiar with any other language than their own.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You have not deceived me?' he asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Indeed, indeed, I have not,' she replied, earnestly. 'I have -spoken the truth. You will not desert me?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I will not. You may count upon me as a sincere friend; but -you must confide in me implicitly. I will serve you honestly and faithfully. You -have met with misfortunes?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Great misfortunes. I am a most unhappy woman!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Have you any other friends in London in whom you would -confide in preference to me? If you have and will give me their names and -addresses, I will bring them to you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I have no other friend in this city in whom I can confide.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not one who can assist you?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not one.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Are you quite unknown here?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'But surely you are not entirely alone?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"She made an effort to speak, but words failed her; she raised -her imploring eyes to his face.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Strive to master your agitation,' he continued, 'and bend -your mind upon the position in which you stand. You heard what the policeman -said?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Will you tell them what it was you threw into the river?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I cannot tell them. It might injure--it might ruin me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Was it property of your own?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It was.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'To which no person but yourself has a claim?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It was my own; no person but myself has a claim to it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The loss or recovery of which would injure no one?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No one but myself.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Now, consider. You will be taken to the police station and -charged.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'But they will let me go until to-morrow?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'They will not. If I, a stranger to you, offered bail, it -would not be accepted. You will be locked up till the morning.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'My God!' cried the woman. 'What will become of her--oh, what -will become of her?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Of her? Then you are not entirely alone in this city?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I have a daughter,' she said, in a low, despairing tone. -'She will be distracted if I do not return to her to-night.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'As I have explained to you, that is out of the question. If -you are not unwilling, I will go to her and explain matters.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, no!' cried the woman. 'She must not know the truth! What -have I done that this misfortune should fall upon me?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I feel deeply for you. If I knew how I could inspire you -with confidence in me I should be glad. Look at me and say whether you cannot -trust implicitly in me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"They gazed at each other in silence for many moments. The -policemen, standing apart, did not interrupt them, and as they spoke in French, -could not have understood if they had heard what was passing. The woman put out -her hand timidly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I will trust you,' she said. 'It may be that the good Lord -has sent me a friend when I most needed one. By the memory of all that is -dearest to you, do not betray me!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I swear solemnly that I will not.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The pressure of her hand seemed to instil faith in her. All -the earnestness of her soul was expressed in the words she now spoke.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I give into your charge what is infinitely more precious -than life--my honor, and my dear daughter's happiness. May Heaven so deal by you -as you deal by me!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I am content,' said our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"At this juncture the first policeman thought he had allowed -sufficient time for a decision.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Time presses, sir,' he said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Then we had better go to the station,' said our reporter, -'if you persist in your ridiculous charge.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'There is nothing else for me to do, sir,' said the -policeman.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You have no objection to my walking by the side of this -lady, keeping yourself out of hearing. I wish to receive instructions from her.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Give me your word, sir, that there will be no attempt at -escape.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'There shall not be.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It's all right,' said the second policeman, 'you may take -the gentleman's word for a good deal more than that. You won't want me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He left them, and our reporter and the woman, preceded by the -policeman, who occasionally looked over his shoulder to see that they were -following him, walked to the Bow Street Police Station."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_16" href="#div1Ref_16">CHAPTER XVI.</a></h4> - -<h5>AT THE BOW STREET POLICE STATION.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"'We have but little time for uninterrupted conversation,' -said our reporter, still speaking in French, 'and must make the best of it. At -the station we shall not be private, as we are now. An explanation is due from -me first. I am, as you have heard, a properly qualified solicitor, and can -therefore defend you legally, although at present I see little to defend. But -the fact that I am your authorized legal adviser should strengthen your -confidence in me, for whatever information of a secret nature I receive from you -I am bound professionally to respect. You see, therefore, that your interests -are safe in my hands.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I am truly grateful to you,' said the woman.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Intended for the Law,' continued our reporter, 'I do not -follow it as a profession. I am a journalist, engaged upon the <i>Evening Moon</i>. -You start. The fact of my being so engaged should still further increase your -confidence in me. Now, perhaps, you can understand why I am so much interested -in the advertisement cut from our paper which you carry about with you. May I -accept it that you have read what has been published in the <i>Evening Moon</i> -concerning the death and strange disappearance of M. Felix?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I have read all that has appeared in the paper,' said the -woman, who was paying the closest attention to what he was saying,</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Thank you for the frank admission. To my hands has been -entrusted the task of clearing up this strange affair, and of bringing it -forward to the full light of day. That is only a portion of my mission. I have -taken it upon myself to so sift the matter to the bottom, that, if any innocent -person has been wronged, his innocence shall be made clear, and also to punish -the guilty. Where there is mystery there is generally crime, and where there is -crime the presumption is that innocent beings have been brought to sorrow. -Whether right Or wrong, I have the firmest conviction that there is some story -of wrong-doing underlying this mystery, and if I am right--which time and good -fortune can alone establish--this wrong-doing must have inflicted suffering upon -innocent persons. In opening my mind to you upon these issues I may be, in your -estimation, speaking at random of details of which you are ignorant, and indeed -of details which exist only in my imagination, and have no foundation in fact; -but I take the chance of that, believing that no harm can be done by a perfectly -open confession of the motives which are urging me on in the elucidation of a -mystery which has caused, and still is causing, a great deal of excitement. You -will now understand why the discovery surprised me that you should have taken -the trouble to so carefully preserve the advertisement which slipped from your -pocket. It would scarcely have been done by one whom it did not in some way -concern, and it remains to you to enlighten me upon this point. Let me assure -you that the advertisement was inserted in good faith, and that its terms will -be scrupulously observed. Legal assistance is offered, and will be given, and -money will be spent if any good purpose can be served by it. That is all I have -time to say in explanation of the interest, to you in all probability the -singular interest, I have taken in our meeting to-night. The whole of this -evening I have been engaged in following up a clew connected with the -disappearance of the body of M. Felix, of which, as you read the <i>Evening Moon</i>, -you are doubtless aware.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes,' said the woman, 'I have read of it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I am on the track, and I venture to affirm that I shall -eventually succeed in my purpose. I have already more than one ally. May I hope -that I have gained another?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I do not know,' said the woman, and though they were walking -now through unlighted spaces and he could not see her face, our reporter divined -from her broken tones that she was crying. 'I cannot say. All is dark before me; -there is not a star in the future to light me on my way.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Do not give up hope,' said our reporter. 'I am by your side -to help you. You and your daughter, two women, alone in London as I understand, -without a friend, can do very little, but an earnest, willing man, who has -influence and means to back him up, may do much.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"In his sincere sympathy our reporter pressed the woman's arm, -and she uttered an exclamation of pain.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Have I hurt you?' he asked, hurriedly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'My arm has been injured,' replied the woman, biting her lip -so that she should not repeat the cry; 'it has been cut to the bone.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I am very sorry. Is it your left arm?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Was it recently done?--but I beg your pardon for questioning -you so closely.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You have the right to question me. It was done a few days -ago.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You are unfortunate in more ways than one.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Truly, truly,' sighed the woman. 'Your voice, your words are -kind, but I can think of nothing but my dear child. She is waiting for me, -expecting me, listening for my footsteps on the stairs. If I could escape--if I -could get away unseen!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You must not dream of it; you would plunge yourself into -deeper trouble; and my word is pledged.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, yes, I forgot; I am ungrateful.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I will do all I can for you at the Police Station; if it is -possible, you shall in a few minutes go to your daughter; but I must not -disguise from you the chances are very small.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'But you will try--you will try?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, I will try; I will stand bail for you; I can do no more -just now.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You have done much, more than I can repay. If they are cruel -enough to detain me, how long shall I have to wait?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Till to-morrow morning. You will be brought up before a -magistrate.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It is a terrible disgrace, a terrible, terrible disgrace! -But they cannot punish me if I have done nothing wrong?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, they cannot punish you unless they can prove something -against you which will render you liable.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Can they upon suspicion?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Upon mere suspicion, no.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'When I appear before the magistrate, will you be there?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You may rely upon me. I shall be there to represent you -legally, as I am willing now to assist you privately. We are near the station. -Have you nothing more to say to me?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you tell me that I should be searched at the station, or -is it only my fear?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It is almost certain you will be searched.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'They must find nothing upon me; they must not know who I am, -or my daughter's happiness is wrecked.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Hastily and stealthily she extracted from her pocket a key, a -purse and a handkerchief, and slipped them into his hands. As hastily and -stealthily he slipped them into his own pocket. The policeman had not observed -the proceeding.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Will you not require you handkerchief?' asked our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I must do without it. My initials are worked upon it, and it -might lead to my identification. They must not, they must not know!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"This remark would have seriously disturbed our reporter if he -had not made up his mind to believe thoroughly, for the time being, everything -the woman told him, and to leave it to the future to decide whether she was or -was not deceiving him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Should I be detained,' said the woman, 'you will go to my -daughter and assure her I am in no danger?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I will go with pleasure.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You will not wait till morning? You will go at once?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I will go straight from the station.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Heaven reward you! Believe a suffering, much-wronged woman, -sir, your confidence is not misplaced.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"They had not time to exchange another word; they were at the -station door.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Inspector was within, taking the night charges, and our -reporter saw with satisfaction that it was an officer with whom he was -acquainted.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Good-evening, Mr. Jealous,' he said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Inspector Jealous looked up. 'Hallo,' he said, 'what brings -you here?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I come on behalf of this lady,' replied our reporter, -'against whom a policeman on duty on the Thames Embankment has a groundless -charge to make.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Inspector's eyes wandered from our reporter to the lady. -The policeman came forward and laid his charge in a temperate manner. Inspector -Jealous listened in silence.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I thought at first,' said the policeman, 'that it was a -child she had thrown into the river, but the gentleman here thinks the other -way, and he is as likely to be right as I am. Of her attempt at suicide I am -certain.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That is a distinct charge,' said Inspector Jealous, dipping -his pen in the ink. 'The bundle, whatever it is, can, I dare say, be recovered.' -He called a constable, and gave him some whispered instructions; after which the -man left the office. 'You can join him presently on the Embankment. Do you know -the woman?' Pinned to formula, Inspector Jealous ignored our reporter's -reference to her as a lady.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Look up,' said our reporter to the woman; 'you have nothing -to be ashamed of.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Thus assured and comforted the woman raised her face, so that -everyone in the office could see it clearly. Tears were hanging on her eyelids, -and there was a piteous expression upon the trembling mouth.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I don't know her,' said the policeman, honestly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The constables in the office craned their necks, then shook -their heads.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'She's no better than she ought to be! She's no better than I -am! I'm as good as her any day of the week! Go to blazes, the lot of yer!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The interruption came from a tipsy woman sitting on a bench. -Inspector Jealous made a slight motion with his head, and the tipsy creature was -taken away. Then Inspector Jealous turned to our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I have nothing to say against the constable making the -charge,' said our reporter; 'he has performed his duty conscientiously, only he -is mistaken. I was an eyewitness of the affair, and I say that there was nothing -thrown in the river that the lady had not a right to throw into it--the property -being her own--and that she did not attempt to commit suicide. Under these -circumstances I trust you will not subject her to the indignity of being locked -up. She will appear in the morning; I will be her recognizance.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Inspector Jealous nodded his head, and began to dissect.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What was in the bundle?' he asked of our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I have told you,' replied our reporter, feeling himself -immediately at a disadvantage; 'her own property.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What was its nature?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Manifestly this was a question which our reporter could not -answer.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You must excuse my asking,' said the Inspector, 'how you -come to know it was her property?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'She told me as much.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"This time, instead of nodding his head, Inspector Jealous -shook it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I am afraid I cannot accept that. What is her name?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Another question which our reporter could not answer.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Where does she live?' pursued the logical and inexorable -Inspector.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter felt the ground slipping from under him. These -two or three simple questions were like sledge-hammer blows, and he was -staggered.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Surely,' he said, lamely parrying, 'you do not question my -honesty in the matter?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not for a moment,' said Inspector Jealous, with perfect good -temper, 'but you must see yourself how it stands. Here is a direct charge -made----'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And denied,' interposed our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Exactly,' assented Inspector Jealous; 'but it is usual, you -know, to deny such charges, and the authority to decide which side is right is -not vested in me. There is not only the charge of attempted suicide, but there -is that bundle that was thrown into the river. I am very sorry, but----'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He did not finish the sentence, but there was no -misunderstanding his meaning.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You must submit,' said our reporter to the woman, and then -turned to Inspector Jealous. 'I may have a few private words with her, I -suppose, out of hearing of the officers present?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Certainly,' replied Inspector Jealous, 'after I have entered -the charge; and although I shall be compelled to detain her here, I promise to -make her as comfortable as possible for the night.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Thank you,' said our reporter; 'I was about to ask you to do -so.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Only one charge was entered in the book, that of attempted -suicide, the constable's suspicions as to the bundle the woman threw into the -river being deemed of too vague a nature to frame an accusation upon.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Your name?' asked the Inspector of the woman.</p> - -<p class="normal">"At this question she was seized with a sudden trembling; her -white face grew whiter; her hands wandered feebly, aimlessly around, and had it -not been for the support afforded her by our reporter, who held her up, she -might have fallen insensible to the ground.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Do not give way,' he whispered, 'think of your daughter.'"</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_17" href="#div1Ref_17">CHAPTER XVII.</a></h4> - -<h5>THE SLEEPING BEAUTY.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"These words strengthened her, and she drew herself up.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Your name?' again asked Inspector Jealous.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Mrs. Weston,' she replied, with a certain hesitation, and a -sudden color in her face.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Christian name?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Mary,' said the woman, with a similar exhibition of -unreadiness and confusion.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Mary Weston,' said Inspector Jealous. The equivocal signs -were not lost upon him, but he made no comment. 'Married?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I decline to answer.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Inspector Jealous merely nodded, and entered her reply in the -book.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Where do you live?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I will not tell you. You cannot compel me.' No defiance was -expressed in her tone; it was imploring and appealing.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No,' said Inspector Jealous, 'we cannot compel you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Then she was taken away to be searched, the report being that -she had no property of any kind upon her person; 'not even a handkerchief,' was -the remark.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That is all,' said Inspector Jealous to our reporter. 'She -will be brought up to-morrow morning. If you are going to appear for her, eleven -o'clock will be early enough.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"With his consent our reporter then took the woman aside.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Tell me now what I can do for you,' he asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You will find my address on a card in my purse,' she -replied. 'It is a long distance, two or three miles, think----'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I don't mind that.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You need not knock or ring at the street door; the key I -gave you will open it. But the passage will be dark when you enter it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I have matches with me. I shall find my way all right.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Our rooms are on the first floor. My daughter will be awake. -Do not alarm her by knocking loudly on the door.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I will tap very gently. Go on.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I do not know what you will say to her at first. A -stranger--and at this late hour of the night----'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Do not agitate yourself. I will use my best skill and all my -kindness to assure her that I come as a friend.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I am sure you will, I am sure you will,' said the woman, -taking his hand and kissing it. 'Heaven has been good to me to send me such a -friend!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Look at it in that light. What shall I say to your daughter -after her first surprise is over? Do you not think you had better give me a few -lines to her?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Can I write them here?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I think so; I will ask the Inspector.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He had no difficulty in obtaining permission, and was -supplied with a sheet of note-paper and an envelope. Then the woman wrote:</p> -<br> - -<p class="normal">quot;'<span class="sc">My Darling Child</span>,--The gentleman -who brings this is a friend, a true friend, and I send this note by his hand to -allay your fears at my absence. I cannot explain now why I do not come home -to-night, but I will do so to-morrow when I return. Do not expect me till the -afternoon, and do not be in the least alarmed about me. All is well, and there -is hope in the future. God bless you, my darling. With fondest love,</p> - -<p style="text-indent:50%">;"'Your Devoted Mother.'"</p> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"She gave the note to our reporter to read, and then put it in -the envelope. On the envelope she wrote simply the name, 'Constance.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'She will be certain to question me,' said our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You have only to tell her that I desired you to say nothing, -and that I wished to have the pleasure myself of communicating good news to her -upon my return to-morrow. That will satisfy her. She loves me, has faith in me. -Good news! Alas, alas!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Keep up your courage. They will treat you kindly here for my -sake, and you will see me in the morning. The few hours will soon pass.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It will seem an eternity.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Feeling that it would be useless to prolong the interview, -and anxious to go upon his errand, our reporter bade her good-night with a -friendly pressure of the hand, commended her to the care of the kind Inspector, -and left the station. He walked a little way into the Strand before he stopped -to look at the card in the woman's purse; had he done so in Bow Street, a -policeman might have seen him and reported the action, as he had just left the -police station. By the light of a street lamp he read the address, 21 Forston -Street, Kentish Town. There was no name on the card, but as there was no other -writing in the purse he knew that this must be the address to which he was to -go. He hailed a cab, and bade the man drive quickly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"His compulsory examination of the purse had led to a -knowledge of its contents--a small key and two pounds four shillings in gold and -silver, in addition to the card. He thought himself justified in looking at the -handkerchief which the woman had given him. It was of fine cambric, and in one -corner were the initials E. B. According to the woman's statement, these were -the initials of her name which she wished to keep from the eyes of the -policeman, so that they might not lead to her identification. Then the name she -gave to Inspector Jealous was false; she was not Mary Weston.</p> - -<p class="normal">"This discovery would have damped the ardor of a less -sympathetic and enthusiastic man than our reporter, and would have instilled in -him a feeling of distrust. But our reporter is made of exceptional stuff, and -the discrepancy did not weaken his faith in her. She had been frank with him; -she had told him that she desired to keep her name from the knowledge of the -police; the hesitation with which she had given the false name in the police -station proved that she was not an adept in duplicity; and in addition, his -brief association with her had inspired him with so much pity and confidence -that it would have needed stronger evidence to shake him. The longer he thought -of her, the firmer was his conviction that she was a lady of gentle culture, who -had by some strange means been thrown into a cruel position, in which she had -suffered some deep wrong. This in itself might not have been powerful enough to -induce him to champion her cause, but what wooed and fixed him irresistibly was -the strong impression that there existed between her and M. Felix a link which, -found, would lead to the clearing up of the mystery.</p> - -<p class="normal">"As the cab drew up at 21 Forston Street, Kentish Town, our -reporter looked at his watch. It was two o'clock." Paying the cabman and -dismissing him, our reporter paused a moment to consider his position and its -surroundings.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The street was very quiet; not a soul was visible. The houses -in it struck the mean between rich and poor; some were two, some were three -stories in height, and the rents (our reporter is a judge in such matters) would -vary between forty and sixty pounds a year. This was sufficiently respectable, -and he was pleased that his errand had not landed him in a poorer locality.</p> - -<p class="normal">"But two o'clock in the morning. A strange hour to present -himself for the first time, and under such suspicious circumstances, to a young -lady waiting in anxious suspense for the return of her mother. It must be done, -however, and the sooner done the better. He took out the latch key, opened the -street door, closed it behind him, and stood in the dark passage. He did not -wait now; he knew that he must go straight on with his task. Therefore he lit a -match, and by the aid of its light made his way to the first floor landing. -There were two doors, one a side door which he supposed led to the smaller room, -the other a larger door facing him, through the crevices in which he saw the -gleam of a lamp or candle. He knocked gently, and waited, holding in his hand -the purse, the latch key, the handkerchief, and the letter which the woman had -given him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Expedition now did not rest with him; it rested with the -occupant of the chamber to which he desired admittance. But his gentle tapping, -repeated again and again, met with no response. What should he do? To continue -tapping, or to knock aloud, would arouse other inmates, and would subject him to -an awkward examination. There was nothing for it but to try the handle. It -turned in his hand, and the door was open.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Still he paused upon the threshold, and said in his softest -tones, 'Miss Constance! Miss Constance!' He received no reply, but heard a -gentle breathing. Boldly he entered the room, and pushed the door behind him, -but did not quite close it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"There was a lamp alight on the table, and before it a book, -the pages of which were divided and held apart by a miniature in a gold frame. -Leaning back in a chair, one arm hanging listlessly down, the other resting on -the table, the fingers just touching the miniature, was a young girl, the beauty -of whose face was positively startling. Rather dark than fair, with features cut -in the Greek mould, and long eyelashes veiling the sleeping eyes, with lips -slightly parted, the picture was one upon which an artist would have loved to -dwell. Her loosened hair, which was of a rich brown, hung upon her shoulders, -but did not hide the exquisitely shaped ears; her hands were small and white, -and the foot in a worked slipper which peeped beneath her dress was as -beautifully formed. In silence our reporter gazed and admired.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Truly puzzled was he how to act in a dilemma so bewildering. -It was a contingency for which he had not mentally provided. Here he stood, a -stranger, at two o'clock in the morning, in the presence of a young and lovely -girl whose eyes had never rested on his face. What on earth was he to do?</p> - -<p class="normal">"Her age could not have been more than seventeen or eighteen, -and her likeness to the woman he had left in the Bow Street Police Station, left -no room to doubt that she was her daughter, the Constance he had come to see. He -coughed, and shuffled his feet, and shifted a chair, but these movements did not -arouse the sleeping beauty. She slept calmly on, her bosom gently rising and -falling as she breathed.</p> - -<p class="normal">"He ventured to approach close to the table. The book the -young girl had been reading was Scott's 'Ivanhoe,' and the miniature lying on -the page was that of a young man, presumably of the better class. There was -something singular in the aspect of this young man's eyes; they were open, but -there was a vacant expression in them which, upon examining them more closely, -led our reporter to suppose that the possessor was blind.</p> - -<p class="normal">"As his movements were ineffective in arousing the young girl -to consciousness, our reporter, without any distinct idea as to how he should -proceed with his task, laid the purse, the key, and the handkerchief on the -table close to the girl's hand. He retained the letter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Every moment that passed increased the awkwardness of his -position, and he now ventured to touch the sleeper's arm. She moved slightly in -her chair, and shifted the hand that rested upon the table so that it reached -the miniature. Her fingers closed upon it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Again our reporter touched her arm, and in a low tone he -called her by her name. The arm that had been hanging down was raised, and -clasped his hand. 'Mamma!' she murmured, and she held his fingers with a tender -clasp.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Really,' thought our reporter, 'this is growing more and -more perplexing.' Presently, to his relief, her fingers relaxed, and he drew his -released hand away. By this time he felt that bolder measures were necessary. -Retreating to the door he overturned a chair, and hastily stepped into the -passage. The ruse was successful; the young girl started to her feet, and called -out Mamma! Is that you?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The answer she received was a tap at the door. Timidly she -approached and opened it, but flew back into the room at the appearance of a -stranger.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Do not be alarmed,' said our reporter, standing on the -threshold; 'I come as a messenger from your mother.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'As a messenger from my mother!' she stammered, gazing at him -from a safe distance in evident distress, 'I do not understand you, sir. Do not -come nearer to me, or I shall call for assistance.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I assure you there is no occasion,' said our reporter. 'I -will not move a step into the room without your permission. Let me assure you -that I feel my presence here as awkward as you must yourself; but I come, as I -have said, from your mother, who has given me a letter for you. I am her friend, -and she would be annoyed if you called unnecessarily for assistance. I sincerely -apologize for my intrusion, but there was no help for it. Strange as is my -appearance here, I come only in your mother's interests and yours.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Indeed it is strange,' said the young girl, 'and I cannot -help feeling alarmed and distressed.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It is natural you should,' said our reporter, speaking, as -he had spoken all through in his most respectful tone, as a gentleman would -speak to a lady; 'but read your mother's letter. See--I throw it as close to you -as I can, and if you wish me to enter after you have read it, I will do so; not -otherwise, upon my honor as a gentleman.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He threw the letter into the room, but it did not quite reach -her. With timid steps, keeping her eyes fixed upon our reporter, the young girl -reached the letter, and quickly retreated to the position she deemed safe, from -which she read what her mother had written.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You may enter, sir,' she said, 'but do not close the door.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I will leave it open,' said our reporter, and entered the -room, but kept a little apart from the young girl, whom we will now call by her -proper name, Constance.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I have been waiting up for my mother's return, sir,' she -said, 'and I cannot even now understand her absence. Where did you leave her?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"I may not answer your questions,' replied our reporter. 'It -is at her own request I do not do so. She desired me to say that she wishes to -communicate the good news to you herself when she returns to-morrow. You see my -lips are sealed, and I cannot, as a gentleman, violate the confidence your -mother reposed in me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You have nothing more to say, sir, and will leave me now, I -hope.' Then she murmured softly, 'Good news? Oh, if I dared to hope it!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I will leave you this instant,' said our reporter, and was -about to do so when Constance's eyes fell upon the purse, and the key, and the -handkerchief which he had deposited on the table.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'A moment, sir, I beg,' she said. 'How came these here? They -are my mother's.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, she gave them to me,' said our reporter, with -pardonable duplicity, 'to hand them to you, in order that you might be satisfied -I came from her, and that I am here only as a messenger.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, I understand that, sir, but how came they here?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I must speak frankly,' said our reporter, smiling. 'After -admitting myself into the house by means of the latchkey, I came upstairs and -knocked at your door, but could not make myself heard. As I did not wish to -arouse other people in the house I took the liberty of trying whether the door -was locked. It was not, and I entered. Seeing you asleep I endeavored by some -slight sounds to awake you, but did not succeed. Then I placed the articles on -the table, and overturning this chair, retreated from the room, to lessen any -alarm you might feel at my appearance. It is the truth, believe me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I do believe you, sir, and I thank you for your -consideration, but it's all very strange and distressing to me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It would be stranger were it not. And now, having fulfilled -my mission, I will take my leave.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Only one more question, sir,' said Constance, imploringly. -'My mother is in no danger?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'She is not. You will see her to-morrow, and I hope myself to -see you again, so that I may be justified in your eyes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You are justified already, sir, and I beg you to pardon me -for my doubts. I must wait till the morning. My mother will come, will she not, -in the morning?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Does she not say in her letter that it will not be till the -afternoon?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Oh, yes, I forgot, but I am confused and troubled. Will you -see her before then?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, I have an appointment with her.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Where, sir?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I must not tell you. Remember the injunction your mother -laid upon me. I have no alternative but to respect it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You are right, sir. Pardon me.' She held out her hand, and -our reporter advanced to take it; but she withdrew it before he touched it. Even -now her doubts and fears were not dispelled. 'Good-night, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Good-night,' said our reporter, and turned to go.</p> - -<p class="normal">"But now it was his turn to linger. Something, in the room -which he had not before observed attracted him. It was a simple article enough, -a red silk handkerchief which might be worn around the neck.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Good-night, sir,' repeated Constance.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Good-night,' he said. 'Excuse me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Then he left the room. As he descended the stairs he heard -the key turned in the door of Constance's room.</p> - -<p class="normal">"He did not call a cab when he reached the street; he had -subject for thought, and like most men he could reflect with greater freedom and -ease when his limbs were in motion.</p> - -<p class="normal">"A red silk handkerchief--merely that. Why should it have made -so strong an impression upon him? The explanation might be far-fetched, but -since he had pledged himself to the elucidation of the mystery of M. Felix, he -had become microscopical in his observation of trifles which might by some -remote possibility have a bearing upon it. On the night of the death of M. Felix -a man was seen escaping from the house in Gerard Street in which M. Felix lived; -and this man wore round his neck a red scarf. It was this coincidence which now -occupied his thoughts. The possession of a red silk scarf was common enough; -thousands of persons in London could produce such an article, and shop windows -abounded with them; but this particular scarf, in connection with the exciting -incidents of the night, and in its indirect relation to the advertisement from -the <i>Evening Moon</i>, which Constance's mother had preserved with such care, -suddenly assumed immense importance in the eyes of our reporter. His thoughts -wandered to the scene on the Thames Embankment, and he felt himself becoming -morbidly anxious to know what it was that Constance's mother had thrown into the -river. That it had some connection with the mystery upon which he was engaged he -had not the least doubt. Would its discovery, by throwing direct suspicion upon -Constance's mother, assist or retard the progress of his mission? To-morrow would -show, and he must await the event with patience. One reflection afforded him -infinite satisfaction; his hand, and his alone, of all the millions of persons -who had no absolute direct interest in it, was on the pulse of the mystery, and -every step he took strengthened him in his resolution to run it to earth without -the aid of the officials of Scotland Yard."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_18" href="#div1Ref_18">CHAPTER XVIII.</a></h4> - -<h5>HOW THE CHARGE WAS DISPOSED OF.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"On the following morning, at half-past ten, our reporter -presented himself at the Bow Street Police Court, and was allowed a private -interview with Constance's mother, whom we must for the present designate by the -name she had assumed, Mrs. Weston. She looked worn and pale, but beneath these -traces of physical fatigue our reporter observed in her an undefinable -expression of moral strength which surprised him. He had yet to learn, as our -readers have, that this woman's delicate frame was ennobled by those lofty -attributes of endurance and fortitude and moral power which in human history -have helped to make both heroes and martyrs.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You have passed a bad night,' said our reporter, -commiseratingly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'In one sense I have,' said Mrs. Weston, 'but hope and prayer -have sustained me, and the Inspector has been very kind to me. Tell me of my -daughter.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He briefly related the particulars of his interview with -Constance, but made no mention of the red silk scarf. She thanked him with great -sweetness for the trouble he had taken, and said that she had been wonderfully -comforted by the belief that she had providentially met with so true a friend.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Time will prove,' said our reporter, 'that you are not -deceived in your belief, but the manifestation of this proof will depend greatly -upon yourself. To speak more precisely, in your hands appears to me to rest the -power of accelerating events and of setting wrong things right. I am speaking -partly in the dark, from a kind of spiritual intuition as it were, but when I -strike a trail I have something of the bloodhound in me; innocence will find in -me a firm champion, guilt I will pursue till I track it to its threshold.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The words were grandiloquent, it is true, but it was scarcely -possible to doubt their sincerity.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'In resolving to confide thoroughly in you,' said Mrs. -Weston, gazing earnestly at him, 'I am risking more than you can possibly -imagine. I am like a shipwrecked woman to whom a prospect of deliverance has -suddenly appeared. I ask for no professions; I will trust you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You will live to thank the chance which has thrown us -together,' said our reporter. 'I do not hesitate to say that you have aroused in -me a strange interest; I devote myself to your cause heartily, in the conviction -that I am championing the cause of right and innocence.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Tears sprang in her eyes. 'Shall I be released today?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I am confident of it. I want to say a word to the -Inspector.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"To Inspector Jealous, who was standing near, he expressed his -thanks for the kindness he had shown Mrs. Weston.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Well, you see,' said the inspector, in the first place it -was enough that she is a friend of yours; in the second place, it was enough -that she is a lady. I can read signs; she does not belong to the classes we are -in the habit of dealing with.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'She does not,' said our reporter. 'The whole affair is a -mistake, excusable enough on the part of the policeman, but regrettable because -of the distress it has caused an innocent lady. I shall make no complaint -against the policeman, on the score of over-officiousness; he was within his -rights, and on abstract grounds is perhaps to be commended for his mistaken -zeal.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was a wise and prudent speech, and the Inspector, already -kindly disposed, conveyed it, before the case was called on, to the ears of the -policeman who had made the charge. Assured that no attempt would be made by our -reporter to bring him into disrepute, he toned down his evidence considerably, -and himself assisted in the dismissal of the case, the brief particulars of -which we extract from our police columns:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Groundless Charge.--Mary Weston, a woman of respectable -appearance, was charged with attempting to commit suicide. Constable 382 C said -that he was on duty on the Thames Embankment last night, about twelve o'clock, -when he saw the woman standing on the stone parapet close to Cleopatra's Needle. -Drawing near to her he heard a splash in the water, and the woman was falling -forward when he seized her and pulled her away. A gentleman in court laid hold -of the woman at the same time, and assisted him in preventing her from carrying -out her purpose. The gentleman referred to, Mr. Robert Agnold, one of the -reporters upon the <i>Evening Moon</i>, and also a properly qualified solicitor, -said he appeared for the accused, who distinctly denied that she had any -intention of committing suicide. He was himself a witness of the occurrence, and -was convinced that the constable, who had behaved very well throughout the -affair, had acted under a mistaken impression. The magistrate asked the -constable what caused the splash? The constable replied something the accused -threw into the river. The magistrate: 'Did you see what it was?' The constable: -'No.' Mr. Agnold: 'I should state that the accused admits throwing something -into the river, and that in the act of doing so she overbalanced herself and so -aroused the constable's suspicions. Whatever it was that she threw away, it was -her own property and presumably valueless, and, although her action was open to -an eccentric construction, it could go no farther than that. She had a perfect -right to do what she pleased with what belonged to her.' The constable said that -search had been made for it, but it had not been found. The woman went quietly -to the station, but refused to give her address. She was not known to the -police, and there was no evidence of her having been charged before. The -magistrate, to the accused: 'Have you any trouble that urged you to put an end -to your life?' The accused, whose speech was distinguished by great modesty and -refinement: 'I have troubles, as other people have, but none that could impel me -to an act so sinful. Nothing was farther from my thoughts than the attempt with -which I am charged. I have done no wrong.' Mr. Agnold: 'Apart from my position -as her professional adviser, I will answer for her in every way.' The -magistrate: 'She is discharged.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was half-past twelve when Mrs. Weston and our reporter -issued from the police court. They walked in silence toward Leicester Square, -which, in contrast to the thronged thoroughfares immediately adjoining it, is at -this time of the day comparatively quiet. Mrs. Weston looked around inquiringly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Do you know where we are?' asked our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No,' she replied.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Then you are not well acquainted with London?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not very well.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'This is Leicester Square. We are not far from Gerard street, -Soho, where M. Felix was found dead.' A tremor passed through her, and the hand -which rested upon our reporter's arm pressed it convulsively. He did not pursue -the subject, but said, 'All's well that ends well. Your daughter will see you -earlier than she expects. You will go straight home, I suppose?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not straight. I am fearful of being followed. Heaven knows -whether I shall be able to accomplish the task that lies before me, but whatever -I do must be done without drawing notice upon myself. I will not disguise from -you that I have innocently placed myself in a false position, and that I am in -danger. I cannot explain my words at this moment; I am anxious to see my beloved -child; but I must repeat what I have said to you before, that no sin or guilt -lies at my door.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I understand that, and I will bide your time. You are afraid -that we are being watched. I see no one in sight that can be dogging us, but I -can provide against the remotest possibility if you will allow me to accompany -you part of the way.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"She accepted his services gratefully, and he hailed a cab, -the driver of which he directed to proceed in an opposite direction to Forston -Street, Camden Town. When the cab had gone a couple of miles they alighted and -walked the length of two or three streets, our reporter keeping a sharp lookout; -then another cab was hailed, which drove them to Camden Town, about a quarter of -a mile from Forston Street. They walked together to within fifty yards of No. -21, and then Mrs. Weston paused.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You wish me to leave you here,' said our reporter. 'Shall I -see you again soon?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'This evening, at eight o'clock,' she replied, 'if you will -call upon me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I will be punctual.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I ought to tell you before you go,' she said, in a low tone, -'that the name I gave at the police station is not my own. I was justified in -giving a false name; otherwise the knowledge of my--my disgrace might have -reached my daughter.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You use a wrong term,' said our reporter, 'no disgrace -whatever attaches to you. Good-by till this evening.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He shook hands with her and walked briskly away. He had -nothing of importance to attend to in the office of the <i>Evening Moon</i>, but -he was expected to present himself there, and it was necessary that he should -arrange to have the afternoon and evening free. This being settled, he turned -toward Gerard Street, with the intention of calling upon Mrs. Middlemore, to -ascertain whether anything fresh had transpired. He knocked vainly at the door, -however, Mrs. Middlemore was not in the house. At the bottom of Gerard Street he -encountered Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Ah, Sophy,' he said, 'I have just been to your house.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"''Ave yer?' said Sophy, sidling up to him. 'Aunty ain't at -'ome.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'So I discovered. Where is she?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'At the perlice station,' answered the girl.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Anything wrong?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I don't know.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'But what has she gone for?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It's about Mr. Felix.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'About Mr. Felix!' he exclaimed.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'So she ses.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'But what is the meaning of it, Sophy?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I can't tell yer. All I know is I meets aunty with a face -like pickled cabbage, running and blowing and 'olding 'er sides, and I arks 'er -what she's in sech a 'urry about. 'It's about poor Mr. Felix,' she ses, as well -as she could speak; she was that out of breath she could 'ardly git 'er words -out. 'They've found out somethink, and they've sent for me to the perlice -station. You go 'ome at once and wait till I come back.' 'Ow shall I get in?' I -arks; aunty never gives me the door-key; ketch 'er doing that! 'Ow shall I get -in?' 'There's a gent there,' ses aunty, as 'ill open the door for yer.' 'I goes -and knocks, and as no gent comes and opens the door for me, I takes a walk.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Is that all you know, Sophy?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That's all. I don't keep nothink from you--not likely.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Can you tell me the name of the police station?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Oh, yes, I can tell yer that. Bow Street.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter did not wait to exchange any further words, but -hastened as fast as he could to the Bow Street Police Court. He was close to it -when a constable accosted him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I was coming for you at the <i>Evening Moon</i> office, -sir,' said the constable. 'The Inspector sent me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What does he want?' asked our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'They've fished up something from the river. He thought you -would like to see it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I should.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"As he entered the doors his coat was plucked by Mrs. -Middlemore.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Ah, Mrs. Middlemore,' he said, hastily, 'I will speak to you -presently. Don't go away; I will be out in a minute or two.'"</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_19" href="#div1Ref_19">CHAPTER XIX.</a></h4> - -<h5>WHAT WAS FOUND IN THE RIVER.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"The Inspector conducted our reporter to a small room -adjoining the court, in which the previous day's charges were still being tried, -and pointing to a bundle on the table, said:</p> - -<p class="normal">"'This was found in the river, near Cleopatra's Needle. It has -been opened and tied up again, in order that you might see it in its original -form.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'In what way do you suppose it concerns me?' asked our -reporter, with an assumption of indifference, but moving nevertheless to the -table and proceeding to undo the knots in the bundle.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The presumption is,' replied the Inspector, 'that it was the -bundle which Mrs. Weston, your client, threw into the river last night.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Being found,' contested our reporter, 'close to the place of -the adventure, the more probable conclusion is that it was deposited in the -river some distance off, the direction of which might be calculated from the -flow of the tide.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Ordinarily, yes,' said the Inspector, 'but there are -surroundings not favorable to such a conclusion. In the centre of the bundle you -will find a large stone, which would prevent it from dragging far. Then again, -it was discovered caught in a snag, and our men say it must have fallen plumb -into its position.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter shrugged his shoulders, and remarked, 'Evidence -of that kind is in my opinion absolutely valueless in getting at the truth of a -criminal charge.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"By this time he had untied the knots and the contents of the -bundle lay exposed. They consisted of a large stone and a suit of man's -clothes--trousers, coat, and waistcoat.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Well?' he said to the Inspector.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Well?' said the Inspector, in return.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Do you seriously ask me to believe that a lady would -deliberately go to a lonely part of the Thames Embankment at a late hour of the -night, for the purpose of throwing trumpery articles like these into the river?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What else can you believe?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Anything but that,' said our reporter. 'In the first place -it has to be proved that the clothes are hers--an absurd idea, to say the least -of it. In the second place, what motive could she have had in disposing of them -in such a manner?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You have hit a nail on the head,' said the Inspector. 'A -motive she must have had, and a strong one, too. It is a singular affair, and I -confess that I don't see my way through it. You see, the suit is new; being but -a short time in the water, that is not hard to prove. It is of a rather good -description of tweed, and must have cost thirty or thirty-five shillings. To my -eyes it has been worn very little, not more than half a dozen times, perhaps not -more than three or four, perhaps not more than once. Supposing it to have been -worn once only, it must have been worn for a certain purpose, which being -carried out rendered its possession dangerous. Therefore it must be got rid of. -Now, why throw it into the river? Fifty shopkeepers in fifty neighborhoods would -be ready to purchase it for six or seven shillings. Why not sell it, then? I -answer, because it would not do for the suit to be still in existence; because -the person who disposed of it might be traced. Then would come the -question--"Why did you purchase a new suit of clothes for thirty shillings, and -sell it immediately afterward for five?" But the clothes may still be traced to -the original purchaser. It happens that the name of the firm of which it was -purchased is stamped on the lining of each garment; we go to that firm and make -inquiries. Unfortunately the firm does a very large business, and this will -increase the difficulty of discovering the purchaser.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Your theories are very interesting,' said our reporter, 'but -I do not see what they will lead to. Is there anything in the pockets?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Nothing; not so much as a scrap of paper, or a shred of -tobacco, or a morsel of biscuit. I mention tobacco because whoever wore the -clothes was not a smoker.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Is it possible to fix that?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Quite. Do you observe that the clothes are of a small size? -They must have been worn, therefore, by a person of proportionate build. In -these facts we have a starting-point.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'A starting-point, I presume, in some important -investigation.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'There you have me,' said the Inspector, with a smile. 'I -have been merely airing my views. I know of no case which can possibly be -connected in any way with this suit of clothes, and we have too much to look -after already without making much ado about nothing. If there were any grounds -for supposing that it bore some relation to, say such a mystery as that of M. -Felix, we should set to work at once, of course. No such luck, however. I sent -for you really in the hope that you could throw a light upon the bundle of -rubbish.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And you see that I cannot. I refuse to believe for one -moment that it was thrown into the river by the lady I appeared for this -morning.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Well,' said the inspector, 'there is no harm done.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not the least. By the way, you made mention of the case of -M. Felix. Has any progress been made in it?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'We're not a step more forward than we were. Rather the other -way, I should say, for in such cases every day in which an advance is not made -marks a point backward. The strangest feature in M. Felix's case is what has -become of the body. We have made every inquiry, and are still making them, all -over the country, and can't find the slightest trace of it. Taking it -altogether, it is about the strangest case in my experience.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And in mine,' said our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Oh, yes,' said the inspector, with a keen look at our -reporter, 'we know you have taken great interest in it, and I suppose have been -about as successful as ourselves.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Just about as successful.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Your amateur detective,' observed the Inspector, with a -certain scorn, 'considers himself a mighty clever gentleman, but he finds -himself compelled in the end to take a back seat.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'As I shall have to do,' said our reporter, good humoredly, -'but, as you say, there is no harm done; and you must remember that I am working -in the interests of a great newspaper. I had an object in asking you whether you -had made any progress in the case of M. Felix. A person of my acquaintance -informed me that there was something being done in it to-day.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Whoever it was,' said the Inspector, 'must be dreaming.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Nothing has been found out?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Nothing.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And there is no inquiry in the police court relating to it?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'None.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Thanks. Good-morning.'"</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_20" href="#div1Ref_20">CHAPTER XX.</a></h4> - -<h5>MRS. MIDDLEMORE IS VICTIMIZED.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"Outside the court-house our reporter found Mrs. Middlemore -still waiting. He took her by the arm, and led her unceremoniously away. -Stopping on the opposite side of the road, he said to her:</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Now, Mrs. Middlemore, what brought you here?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I was sent for, sir,' she answered.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'By whom?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'By the magerstate.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Where is the paper?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What paper, sir?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The summons.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I ain't got none. The perlice orficer comes to me and ses, -"Mrs. Middlemore," he ses, "you must go immediate to the Bow Street Perlice -Station, and wait outside till yer called." "But what about?" I arks. "About Mr. -Felix," he answers; "somethink's been found out, and they can't git on without -yer. Yer'll have to wait a longish time per'aps, but if yer move away till yer -called it'll be worse for yer." "But what am I to do about the 'ouse?" I arks. -"Sophy's out, and there's no one to mind it." "I'll mind it," ses the perlice -orficer, "and when Sophy comes back I'll let her in. Off yer go, and don't tell -nobody at Bow Street what yer've come about. It's a secret, and the Government -won't stand it being talked of. Yer'll be paid for yer trouble." So off I -starts, and 'ere 'ave I been waiting for nigh upon two hours, and nobody's made -a move toward me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I've heard something of this,' said our reporter, pushing -Mrs. Middle more into a cab, and giving the driver instructions to drive quickly -to Gerard Street. It was not without difficulty he succeeded in this, for Mrs. -Middlemore, with the fear of the 'Government' upon her, wanted to remain in Bow -Street. 'I met Sophy before I came here, and she told me you had been sent for -to the police Station. Now be quiet, will you? Have you not promised to be -guided by me?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'But the Government, sir, the Government! I shall be clapped -in prison!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You'll be nothing of the sort. The Government and I are -friends, and you are perfectly safe if you do as I tell you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I must, I serpose, sir. There's nothink else for it, but I'm -being wore to a shadder. If this goes on much longer I sha'n't 'ave a ounce of -flesh on my bones. Yer sor Sophy, sir, did yer? Yer've been at the 'ouse, then?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, I have been at your house, but it was not there that I -saw your niece. I met her in the street, and she informed me that you were at -Bow Street Police Station.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What was the 'uzzy doing in the streets?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I can't say, but in the streets she was forced to remain.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Why, sir, the 'ouse was open to 'er. I met 'er and told 'er -to go 'ome and wait till I come back.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Exactly. And she did go, and knocked at the door, as I did, -but she was as unsuccessful as I was. She did not get in.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"''Ow can that be, sir? The perlice officer was there, waiting -to open the door for 'er. The lazy slut! She's been telling yer a parcel of -lies.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'How about myself, Mrs. Middlemore? Am I telling you a parcel -of lies when I say that I knocked pretty loudly at your door, and that no one -came to open it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I wouldn't dispute your word, sir, but I can't make it out.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I can, and I will explain it to you presently, inside your -house, if we can manage to get in. Here we are. Jump out.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The cab being discharged, Mrs. Middlemore knocked and rang, -but knocked and rang in vain.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Allo, anty!' said Sophy, coming up. ''Ave they found Mr. -Felix's body?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"''Ush, you 'uzzy,' said Mrs. Middlemore, clapping her hand on -the girl's mouth. 'What do yer mean by being outside instead of in?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What do I mean?' retorted Sophy, with an air of great -enjoyment. 'Why, 'cause I couldn't git in. I knocked and knocked, jest as you're -doing of now, but nobody answered.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I understood,' said our reporter to Mrs. Middlemore, 'that -you generally carry your latchkey with you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'So I do sir, but I didn't 'ave it in my pocket when the -perlice officer come; it was downstairs on the kitchen table. I wanted to go -down and fetch it, but he wouldn't let me wait a minute. "If yer ain't quick," -he said, "yer'll git yerself in trouble;" and he bundled me out of the 'ouse. -That's 'ow it was, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The question is,' said our reporter, 'how we are to get in. -Is there a back way?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Then we must get in by the front door or window. The window -will be the easiest. It is fastened inside in the usual way, I suppose?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The easiest plan will be for me to break one of the panes in -such a manner as to attract as little notice as possible, and then put my hand -through and undo the fastening. Then we can lift the sash, and Sophy can get in -and unlock the street door for us.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'm game,' said Sophy, to whom any task of this kind was -especially inviting.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter was about to put his plan into execution when -Mrs. Middlemore clutched his arm. He instantly withdrew it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Of course, Mrs. Middlemore,' he said, coldly, 'it is your -house, and I can't commit a trespass without your permission.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It ain't that, sir,' said Mrs. Middlemore, piteously. -'Sophy's a plucky little thing, and though I do give 'er a 'ard word now and -then, I mean well by 'er, I do indeed, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yer a good sort, aunty,' said Sophy. 'I don't mind yer 'ard -words, not a bit.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"''Old yer saucy tongue, and let me speak to the gentleman. -Yes, sir, I mean well by Sophy, and I should never 'ave another minute's peace -if anythink was to appen to 'er.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What do you think will happen to her if I do what I -propose?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'There's been one sudding death in the 'ouse, sir----.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Go on, Mrs. Middlemore. Don't stop in the middle of a -sentence; finish what you have to say. Time is very precious just now.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"There's been one sudding death in the 'ouse, and now there's -a man in there as won't or can't answer.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You fear he might be dead. If so, he cannot do Sophy any -harm. Eh, Sophy?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not 'im. It'd take more nor one dead man to scare Sophy. -Jest you open the winder, and I'll be in like a shot.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Have I your permission now, Mrs. Middlemore?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'But if he shouldn't be dead, sor. If he was laying in wait -with a crowbar to knock Sophy on the 'ead----'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Oh, you are beginning to think the man who called upon you -was not a police officer, after all?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'm beginning to have my doubts, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I never had any. He is as much a police officer as you are. -He told you a cock and bull story, and got rid of you. He was left in the house -alone, and, more for your sake than my own, I want to find out what he has been -up to. Decide quickly, please.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Do what you like, sir. You've been right in everything; but -things are getting more and more mysterious.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Without wasting more words our reporter pushed his elbow into -a pane, and putting his hand through, undid the fastening and raised the sash. -Sophy climbed in like a cat, and the next minute the street door was open. They -entered and closed the door behind them.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'We will proceed systematically,' said our reporter. 'The man -spoke to you in the passage here.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, sir; and sed he'd wait.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you tell him to wait in the kitchen, or the parlor, or -in any particular room?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, sir; I left it to 'im.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Doubtless he has been into every room in the house. We will -go into the kitchen first.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nothing had been disturbed there; the key of the street-door -was on the kitchen table. Our reporter took it up and examined it closely.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'As I imagined,' he said. 'He has taken an impression of the -key in wax.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What for, sir?' asked Mrs. Middlemore, in great trepidation.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'To enable him to enter the house again secretly, if he -wished. When I am gone send for a plumber and a locksmith. Let the plumber put -in the pane of glass, and have another lock put on the street door. Your visitor -must have been in a hurry, or he would have cleaned this key more carefully.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"From the kitchen they went into the parlor, and apparently -nothing had been disturbed there. Then they proceeded upstairs to the rooms -occupied by M. Felix.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Look carefully round,' said our reporter, 'and tell me if -anything has been taken away.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Nothink, sir, that I can see.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'But there may have been papers, or money, or something of -which he wishes to obtain possession, secreted somewhere, and it is quite likely -he may have found them.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I won't dispute you, sir. You see further than I do; but it -don't seem as if anythink's been took.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Or moved? The ornaments on the mantelshelf--are they all -there?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I don't miss one, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'But they have been shifted. Here is this vase; observe the -circle upon which it stood. The vase has been lifted and put down again, but not -on the exact spot it occupied when he took it up. This proves the object for -which he came; he has been searching for something, and has probably found it -and taken it away. How could you have been so foolish as to leave him in the -house alone?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mrs. Middlemore sank helpless into a chair, and moaned. 'What -else could I do, sir, what else could I do? It'll be the death of me, I know it -will!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not at all. It only proves that we have cunning persons to -work against. I am all the more determined to track this mystery down.' He -opened the bedroom door, and exclaimed, 'Here is direct evidence. The fellow has -not been so careful in this room. Chairs have been moved, the bedclothes are -disturbed. Why, where is the revolver?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He referred to the revolver which he had found beneath the -pillows, and which he had replaced. It had been abstracted. Inwardly he -congratulated himself that he had not only taken a full note of the description -of the weapon, but had also scratched the initial,'F.' on the metal. He took, -out his pocketbook and turned to the page upon which he had made an entry.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Listen to this, Mrs. Middlemore, and be thankful that you -have a friend like me on your side: "A Colt's double action revolver, -nickel-plated, six shots, No. 819." I can swear to that revolver, and moreover -can swear that it was loaded. Are you satisfied now that you have been imposed -upon, and that the man who visited you came upon a bogus errand?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Of course I am, sir, but what could 'ave been 'is -objec'--'Oh, what could 'ave been 'is objec'?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That has yet to be discovered, and discovered it shall be. -The abstraction of this revolver may assist us. The fellow does not dream that I -have its description here, and that it can be sworn to. Surely he was not -dressed as a policeman?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, sir, he sed he was a private officer.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'And you believed him?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Again Mrs. Middlemore moaned, 'What else could I do, sir? -what else could I do? He spoke that confident and easy that an angel would 'ave -believed what he sed.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Don't be taken in again. Be just a little more careful in -your dealings with strangers.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I will, sir, I will.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I don't see that I can do any good by remaining here. I -should like, though, to take down from your lips a description of the man. You -can give it to me, I hope?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I can, sir. A tall man, very thin, with a long thin face and -thick black eyebrows.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Is that all?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'All I can remember, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our reporter wrote the words in his pocketbook, and asked, -'Can you tell me how he was dressed?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Only that he had dark clothes on.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You would know him again if you saw him?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I could swear to him, sir.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Come, that is a satisfaction. You can swear to the man, and -I can swear to the revolver. Two direct pieces of evidence, if we can lay hands -upon them.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sophy unexpectedly presented herself as an additional -witness. 'I can swear to 'im too,' she said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Ah, Sophy, you are invaluable,' said our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Didn't I say the slut was telling us a parcel of lies?' -cried Mrs. Middlemore, making a movement as though she were about to fall upon -the girl.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Easy, Mrs. Middlemore, easy,' said our reporter, holding the -housekeeper back. 'Let us hear what Sophy has to say.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"But Sophy, firing up, diverged a moment. 'Jest look 'ere, -aunty,' she said, with spirit. 'Don't yer be so fast with yer sluts and yer -'uzzies. I'm gitting tired of it, I am. I ain't told one lie yet, and if yer -don't mind what yer about I'll keep my mouth shut.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No, Sophy, my girl,' said our reporter, 'you will do nothing -of the sort. You will tell me all you know about this man.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Jest you make 'er be civil, then,' said Sophy. 'She does -nothink but bully me day and night. She don't pay me no wages, and I ain't going -to stand it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Be reasonable Sophy,' said our reporter. 'Your aunt is -worried, and you must make excuses for her.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Ain't I flesh and blood the same as she is?' continued the -irate girl. 'I've a good mind to run away from 'er, that I am, and never come -back no more. I'll do it. Tata, aunty, and thank yer for nothink.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Had it not been for our reporter, she would have run out of -the house. He laid his hand gently on her arm, and said:</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Don't forget your promise to me, Sophy.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I won't; I'll keep it, never fear. I'll wear myself to skin -and bone for yer--yes, I will, if it'll do yer any good; but I won't be bullied -by 'er no more.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sophy's threat terrified Mrs. Middlemore; the prospect of -being left in the house alone was appalling, and she straightway fell to on -humble pie.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'm sorry for what I sed, Sophy, and I beg yer parding, and -I'll give yer sixpence a week. There, now, be a good gal. But yer did tell us -yer couldn't git into the 'ouse.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No more I could. I knocked and rattled and kicked the door, -and nobody come. 'Ow should I know that a tall, thin man, with a long face and -thick black eyebrows, was the feller as took yer in?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You saw him, then?' said our reporter, observing that Mrs. -Middlemore's apology and, the promise of sixpence a week had mollified the girl.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, I sor 'im before I got to the 'ouse, but I didn't know -he come out of it. He was jest what aunty sed he was, and what's more, he 'ad -large flat feet.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'If you saw him again you could swear to him?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I'd pick 'im out of a thousan.' He run agin me, he did, and -I sed, "Who are yer pushing of?" He didn't say nothink, but walked off forty to -the dozen.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Looking as if he did not wish to attract notice?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, he did look like that.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Was he carrying anything?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not that I sor. He 'ad 'is coat buttoned up.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'When he come to me,' said Mrs. Middlemore, 'it was -unbuttoned.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Proving that he took something away with him. Anything else -Sophy?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Nothink else.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You and your aunt are friends now, are you not?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Oh, I don't bear no malice.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mrs. Middlemore kissed Sophy, and her anger was entirely -dispelled. Once more our reporter, having made peace between them, attempted to -leave, but Mrs. Middlemore said, imploringly:</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Would yer mind looking all over the 'ouse fust? He might be -'iding in it to murder us in the night.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Sophy saw him walking away,' said our reporter; 'but to -satisfy you I will go into every room; and I'll do something more, if you are -agreeable. Could you make me up a bed?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, sir, I could, in any room you like.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'M. Felix's bedroom will do for me. Don't look startled; I am -almost as brave as Sophy. Put the bed straight, and I'll come some time between -eleven and twelve o'clock, and pass the night here.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mrs. Middlemore was profuse in her thanks, and our reporter -searched the house from top to bottom. Assuring the housekeeper that she was -quite safe, he succeeded in making his escape."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_21" href="#div1Ref_21">CHAPTER XXI.</a></h4> - -<h5>CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"He had taken mental note of the name of the firm at which the -suit of clothes which had been found in the river was purchased, and he went -direct to that establishment in Tottenham Court Road. It happened, fortunately, -that business was slack at that time of the day, and as customers were few and -far between he had little difficulty in obtaining an interview with the manager, -who, when he heard that our reporter was engaged upon the <i>Evening Moon</i>, -gave him his entire attention.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It's the smartest paper in London,' said the manager; 'I -take it in regularly.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I should like you to treat the matter I have come upon as -private between you and me. We are interested in a certain case which may or may -not be made public, and in which, perhaps, you can assist us in an indirect way. -If it prove to be so your establishment will get an advertisement for nothing.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'We shall be glad to get it,' said the manager. 'A good word -from you gentlemen of the press is always acceptable. I dare say you notice we -advertise in your paper. Tell me what I can do for you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I wish to ascertain, confidentially, under what -circumstances a certain suit of clothes was purchased in your establishment. All -the clothing you sell is marked with your name, is it not?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, wherever we can get it in. There are some things that -cannot be marked, but suits of clothes can; coats on the bands they are hung up -by, waistcoats on the inner lining, trousers on the waistbands. What kind of a -suit was it, and on what day was it purchased?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I cannot name the day exactly, but say within the last two -or three weeks. It was a suit of tweed.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Can you identify the pattern?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, if you will let me see samples of your stock.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I will show you what we have.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"They looked through a wonderful assortment of men's clothing, -but our reporter saw none exactly similar to the pattern he wished to identify.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Was it a suit for a large or a small man?' inquired the -manager.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'For a small man; almost what you would call a youth's suit.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What you have seen is principally our new stock; we have -some others which our salesmen endeavor to get rid of; we don't like to keep old -stock too long on our hands.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"They went through other departments, and at length, on one of -the upper shelves, our reporter pointed to a pattern he thought he recognized.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That seems to be it. I shall know on a closer inspection.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The suit was taken down, and our reporter saw that he had -reached the first stage of his inquiry.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'This is the pattern,' he said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It narrows the matter,' said the manager. 'There is only -this one suit left of this particular pattern. Three weeks ago there were two, -so that within that time one has been sold. The salesman in this department is a -man with a good memory.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The salesman being called, our reporter explained what he -wanted. The man considered a little, and said:</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I remember something of it, because of a circumstance. I -will look up my sale book and compare it with the day book, to fix the date.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He departed to make the investigation, and, returning, said:</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I can tell you all about it now. I served the lady myself.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The lady!' exclaimed our reporter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, it was a lady who made the purchase. I served her first -with a suit which she paid for, and which she brought back later in the day, -saying it was too large. I changed it for one of this pattern.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did she say for whom she required the clothes?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'For a young man of about her own size. I supposed they were -for a son or for a brother much younger than herself.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What should you judge her age to have been?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Forty or so.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I told you he had a good memory,' said the manager, with an -approving smile at his salesman.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You speak of her as a lady,' said our reporter. 'Are you -certain she was one?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'She spoke and conducted herself as one. She was not a -workingman's wife, or she would have been more particular as to price, and might -have haggled a bit, though all our clothes are marked in plain figures. I could -see she wasn't used to purchasing men's clothing from the remarks she made. All -that she was particular about was the fit.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What did she pay for the suit?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Fifty-five shillings. She handed me a five-pound note, and I -gave her the change. Working women don't pay for their purchases in bank notes. -Would you like the number of the note?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Can you give it to me?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes; we always take down the numbers.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Again he departed and returned, and gave our reporter the -number of the note, written on a bill-head.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I am under a great obligation to you,' said our reporter. -'Is this suit you have left the only one of the same pattern you have in your -establishment?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The only one, sir, and we are not likely to have any more.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I will take it with me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The account was made out, settled, and receipted, and our -reporter, thanking the manager, left the shop--which, in accordance with modern -ideas, was called an 'Emporium'--with the suit of clothes under his arm. He had -a distinct motive in making the purchase. The inspector might take it into his -head to make inquiries at the establishment, and our reporter had removed the -only evidence of direct identification it could furnish.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was now six o'clock. His appointment with Mrs. Weston in -Forston Street was fixed for eight. He had an hour and a half to spare, -sufficient time to take a chop and a pancake and to arrange his ideas. Selecting -a quiet-looking restaurant, he took a seat at an unoccupied table, ordered his -chop and pancake, and began to write in the convenient reporter's book which he -always kept about him. He did this for clearness; he felt that he was -approaching an important point in the mission he had taken upon himself, and -that his interview with Mrs. Weston was destined to be pregnant in results. It -would be of assistance to him to set things down in writing instead of trusting -entirely to memory. The memoranda he made are now set forth:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Heads of circumstantial evidence which lead me to the belief -that Mrs. Mary Weston, otherwise E. B. (initials worked in lady's handkerchief), -is directly connected with the incidents which happened in Mrs. Middlemore's -house in Gerard Street, Soho, on the night of the death of M. Felix.</p> - -<p class="normal">"First--On that night a man was seen making a hurried escape -from the house at the moment (presumably) M. Felix was drawing his last breath. -The only description, if description it can be called, that has been given of -this man is that he wore round his neck a red scarf.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Second--Last night, or rather early this morning, on the -occasion of my visit to Mrs. Weston's lovely daughter, I observed, before I left -the young lady, a red silk scarf. Query: Might not this red scarf be the same as -that which the man who escaped from the house in Gerard Street wore round his -neck?</p> - -<p class="normal">"Third--There was blood on the floor of M. Felix's room. There -was no wound on the body of M. Felix. The blood, therefore, proceeded from a -wound inflicted on the person of M. Felix's visitor. My discovery in M. Felix's -room of the dagger, with a handle resembling a twisted snake and a ruby in its -head to represent an eye, led to the incontrovertible conclusion that it was the -weapon with which this wound was inflicted. The blood stains on the blade prove -it. M. Felix, snatching up the dagger, flung it at his visitor.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Fourth--Mrs. Weston has on her left arm a wound which is not -yet healed. When I inadvertently grasped her arm she cried from pain. Inquiring -whether I had hurt her she replied that her arm had 'been cut to the bone.' -Query: Might not this be the wound that was inflicted by M. Felix's dagger?</p> - -<p class="normal">"Fifth--In that case Mrs. Weston must have paid a visit to M. -Felix on the night of his death. Query: Might she not have paid this visit -disguised in a man's clothes?</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sixth--The circumstantial evidence upon which this assumption -is based: In the first place, Mrs. Weston last night, believing herself to be -unobserved, threw a bundle into the River Thames. She refused to state what this -bundle contained. I asked her. 'Will you tell them' (the policemen) 'what it was -you threw into the river?' She replied, 'I cannot tell them. It might injure--it -might ruin me.' Deduction--that if it were proved that the suit of clothes found -in the river this morning belonged to her she would be placed in a position of -extreme danger. The second piece of circumstantial evidence in connection with -this suit of man's clothing comes from the establishment in Tottenham Court Road -at which it was purchased. The salesman says that the purchaser was a lady. Mrs. -Weston is a lady. She paid for it with a bank note, the number of which can be -traced. The suit would fit a person of her height and build. In the third -place--She gave a false name. This circumstance, supposing that she has -committed a wrongful act, would weigh heavily against her. In the fourth -place--She carried about with her an advertisement relating to the death of M. -Felix, in which the proprietors of the <i>Evening Moon</i> pledged themselves to -give the best legal assistance to any person or persons who are in any way -interested in the death of M. Felix. Reasonable deduction--That this lady, -having taken the trouble to cut out and preserve the advertisement with such -conspicuous care, must be interested in his death.</p> - -<p class="normal">"There are other items which I will set down and consider -later on. Meanwhile----</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do I believe Mrs. Weston, otherwise E. B., to be guilty of -any wrongful act in connection with M. Felix? I do not. I believe her to be a -perfectly innocent woman. Upon what grounds? Upon the grounds of sympathy--which -would not count with such weighty circumstantial evidence against her.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do I believe that she paid a visit to M. Felix on the night -of his death, disguised in man's clothes? I do; and I believe that the visit was -paid without the slightest intention of doing him a personal injury. She is -delicate and fragile, destitute of the strength necessary to carry out a deed of -violence. M. Felix must have possessed at least to some slight extent a man's -strength, more than amply sufficient to successfully oppose any design of -violence on the part of a lady of Mrs. Weston's feeble frame.</p> - -<p class="normal">"For what object, then, was this visit paid? To right some -wrong which Mrs. Weston was suffering at his hands. I declare myself to be her -champion, and the champion of her lovely daughter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"In conclusion: The most extraordinary feature in the case -remains still without any light being thrown upon it. Where is his body, and for -what reason was it stolen from the house in Gerard Street?</p> - -<p class="normal">"At eight o'clock precisely our reporter arrived at No. 21 -Forston Street, Camden Town, and was ushered into the room occupied by Mrs. -Weston and her daughter Constance. Lovely as had been the young girl's -appearance last night, she was even lovelier now. Then her face was darkened -with anxiety, now it was free from care, and the most careless observer could -not have failed to know that a perfect and most beautiful love existed between -the mother and her child. The young lady blushed as our reporter entered, and -rose and offered him her hand.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I beg you to forgive my rudeness last night,' she said. 'I -did not know then.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Your conduct was perfectly natural, he said, taking her -hand, 'such as I should have approved of in a sister of my own.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"She bowed gracefully, and retired to an inner room.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'It is my wish,' explained the elder lady, 'that our -interview should be private. What have you there?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He had brought the new suit of clothes with him, and he had -placed the brown paper parcel on the table and was now untying it. Her face -turned to a deadly whiteness when the suit was exposed.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You have nothing to fear,' said our reporter. 'I have -brought this with me to convince you how necessary it is that you should have by -you a friend as sincere as I.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He then related to her what had passed between him and the -inspector with reference to the suit which had been found in the river, and also -the particulars of his visit to the clothing establishment in Tottenham Court -Road.</p> - -<p class="normal">"In the interests of our readers we withhold a categorical -account of the conversation which ensued. Sufficient for the present to state -that the lady placed in this reliable gentleman the most implicit confidence. -Our narrative now assumes another shape. A strange and pathetic drama is about -to be unfolded. The veil which enshrouds the past will be uplifted, and we owe -our reporter our grateful thanks for the manner in which he has chosen to -narrate as touching a story as has ever been presented to the readers of -fiction. It links the past with the present, and it is true to the life. For a -little while our reporter and ourselves disappear from the scene. We may revert -hereafter to our original plan--indeed we may be compelled to revert to it in -this way because the matters of which we shall have to speak are public -property. What follows is a literal copy of the manuscript supplied by our -reporter; not an incident is exaggerated, not a passion disfigured. Step by -step, with unswerving zeal and untiring devotion, the Mystery of M. Felix is -being unravelled and brought to light."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h3><a name="div0_02" href="#div0Ref_02"><i>BOOK SECOND</i>.</a></h3> - -<h3>A LIFE DRAMA: LINKS IN THE MYSTERY.</h3> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_22" href="#div1Ref_22">CHAPTER XXII.</a></h4> - -<h5>THE HALF-BROTHERS.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"It is better to be born lucky than rich" is one of the few -proverbs to which the lie cannot be given by a proverb in the opposite -direction. If Gerald Paget had had the choice, and had he been blessed with -wisdom, he would have chosen luck in the place of riches, but he could not be -credited with either of these conditions. He was born to riches, and he was too -amiable and easy-natured to ripen into wisdom. When he first met Emilia Braham -he was twenty-four years of age; she was eighteen, and in a position of -dependence; Gerald was wealthy, and to a certain extent his own master. His -father had died three months before this meeting with the beautiful young girl, -whose association was to bring into his life both happiness and woe. He had only -one close relative, a half-brother, a few years older than himself, who was then -absent in Australia; the name of this brother was Leonard, and it was he who was -destined to hold in his hands the skeins of Gerald's fate.</p> - -<p class="normal">Their father had been twice married, and Leonard was the son -of his first wife. She brought him no fortune, and he himself had but little. -Shortly after Leonard was born she died, and the widowed husband went with his -child to Switzerland, where he met with the lady who was to replace the wife he -had lost. She possessed a large fortune in her own right, of which with her -husband's full approval, she kept control. Although they had met and were -married in Switzerland, they were both English, and to England they returned, -and set up their home there. One child blessed their union, Gerald, whom they -idolized and did their best to spoil. They did not neglect their duty to -Leonard; they performed it cheerfully and lovingly, but it was nevertheless the -fact that Gerald was the magnet to which their hearts more constantly turned. -The difference between the ages of the half-brothers was a bar to that close and -sympathetic association of interests which frequently exists between children of -equal age. The child of six and the child of fourteen have little in common; -still less when one is twelve and the other twenty. But despite this disparity -and these unfavorable conditions, Gerald adored his big brother, and bowed down -before him as a being of a very superior order. Leonard's tastes was for travel, -and as a young man he spent much of his time on the Continent, picking up -foreign ways, and also foreign vices, which he kept very carefully concealed -from the knowledge of his father and step-mother. When he came home from these -Continental jaunts he always brought with him remembrances for little Gerald, -whose affectionate, grateful heart magnified their value, and invested with rare -qualities the spirit which animated the giver. Leonard was supplied with ample -funds to indulge in his whims and pleasures, and he took life easily, accepting -it as his right that his purse should be always well filled. Presently, however, -a change came over the spirit of his dream, a change which caused the evil -forces within him to spring into active life. His stepmother died, and left a -will. Its terms were as follows:</p> - -<p class="normal">To her stepson, Leonard, she left an income of four hundred -pounds, and expressed a hope that he would adopt some profession or pursuit in -which he might attain fortune and distinction. His father was empowered to -further in a practical way any step in this direction. To her son Gerald she -also left an income of four hundred pounds, but there was this difference -between the bequests. Leonard's remained always the same--four hundred pounds, -no more and no less; whereas Gerald's, when he reached the age of twenty-one, -was increased to one thousand pounds. Moreover, upon the death of his father, -all that Mrs. Paget devised to her husband was to revert to her son, whose -income would then amount to nearly four thousand pounds. Leonard, studying the -will, reckoned this up, and said, "I am the elder son, and I have exactly -one-tenth of the younger son's fortune." There was another clause in the will. -As upon the death of the father the income that was left to him was to fall to -Gerald, so, should it happen that both Gerald and his father died before -Leonard, the entire fortune would fall to the elder son. In the event of Gerald -marrying this would not be the case; Gerald could devise to his wife and -children, if he had any, all that he possessed, thus, as it were, disbarring -Leonard. For the soured and disappointed young man there were, then, these -chances: First, that his father should die. Second, that Gerald should die. -Third, that he should die unmarried. These conditions fulfilled, Leonard would -become the master of four thousand pounds a year. It occurred to Leonard that -the sooner all this occurred the better, and the thought having obtained -lodgement in his mind, remained there.</p> - -<p class="normal">Safely hidden, safely concealed. He was not a man who wore his -heart upon his sleeve. He was one who could present a smiling face while he was -concocting the cunningest of schemes. He had but one view of life, the pursuit -of pleasure. There was a certain similarity between him and Gerald; they were -both easy-natured outwardly, but there was no guile in Gerald's disposition, -while guile was the very essence of Leonard's.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I can't very well live on four hundred a year," he said to -his father, after the death of his step-mother. "You never led me to expect that -I should have to do so."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will double it, Len," said the indulgent father; "but you -are a man now, and understand things. The fortune which has enabled us to -maintain our position was strictly my wife's and she had a right to do what she -pleased with it. Had it not been for her money you and I would have been poor -gentlemen."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That is all very well," said Leonard, "but the reflection -comes too late, father. To bring up a person in the expectation of fortune, and -then to suddenly let him down to poverty, is not what I call just or fair. That -is all I want--justice, and I have a right to it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Every person has a right to it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Then you agree with me that I am hardly treated."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Eight hundred a year is not a bad income, Len."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But, if you will forgive me for mentioning it, father--I am a -man, as you say, and can't help thinking of things--that is only during your -lifetime. Heaven forbid that anything should happen to you, but we are all -mortal, and down I should drop to a miserable seven or eight pounds a week."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Gerald has the sweetest disposition in the world," said Mr. -Paget; "you can always depend upon him."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Depend upon him, depend upon him!" repeated Leonard, -fretfully. "Is it right, is it just, that the elder should depend upon the -younger?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Mr. Paget sighed; he was not strong in argument.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will make it a thousand," he said, "and you must look out -for a profession which will treble it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'll see what Gerald will do toward it," said Leonard; and he -actually went to the lad, who ran to his father, and said that poor Len must -have two hundred a year more; so that subtle Leonard managed to obtain an income -of twelve hundred pounds, a very fair slice of the fortune left by Mrs. Paget. -He did not trouble himself to look for a profession, but carried out his view of -life with zeal and ability. He spent his money on himself, but he did not -squander it. He generally managed to obtain his money's worth, and he was wise -in his liberality. Nevertheless, pleasure ran ahead of him, and in racing after -it he came to grief, and had to mortgage his own private income of four hundred -pounds to such an extent that it presently passed out of his hands and became -the property of the money-lenders. His father and half-brother never failed him; -they were living quietly and modestly in England, and every appeal Leonard made -to them was promptly and affectionately responded to. He was not thankful for -the assistance; there gathers upon some natures a crust of selfishness so thick -as to deaden the sentiment of gratitude for kindness rendered.</p> - -<p class="normal">Thus matters went on till the father died. Leonard, as has -been stated, was in Australia at the time. It was not a spirit of enterprise -that took him there, nor any idea of business; he was enamoured of a pretty -face, and he followed, or accompanied it, to the antipodes--it matters not -which. When he received news of his father's death, the enchantment was over, -and another chapter in his book of selfish pleasures was closed. He cabled home -for money. Gerald cabled him back a thousand pounds. "By jove," thought Leonard; -"he must be richer than I thought." It was so. Mr. Paget had saved half his -income and had invested it well, so that, upon his death, Gerald found himself -in possession of a handsome sum of money in addition to the income which now -fell to his share. Leonard remained in Australia long enough to spend -three-fourths of the thousand pounds--it did not take long--and then he took -ship to England, with the firm resolve to milk his cow, his half-brother Gerald, -who received him with open arms. But between the day of Mr. Paget's death and -the day of Leonard's return to England, Gerald met Emilia Braham. That made all -the difference.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_23" href="#div1Ref_23">CHAPTER XXIII.</a></h4> - -<h5>TWO HEARTS THAT BEAT AS ONE.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">There is no position in the world more cruel than that of a -young girl, born in a good condition of life and delicately brought up, who -suddenly finds herself bereft of means, of home, of love. Into this position was -Emilia Braham thrust on the day her father was carried dead to the house in -which he and his only child had passed many happy years. A scaffolding, loosely -constructed, had given way as he passed beneath it, and he lay under the ruins -with the life crushed out of him.</p> - -<p class="normal">It had been a home of love, and the anxieties of the father -had not been shared by the gentle, beautiful girl whose presence brightened it, -whose pure spirit sanctified it. For it was indeed a sanctuary to the loving -father, whose only aim had been to provide for his daughter, so that she might -be spared the pangs which poverty brings in its train. In this endeavor he would -almost certainly have succeeded had he been spared; but the fatal accident -nipped his hopes in the bud, and she was left penniless and alone. Mr. Braham -had kept up his head, as the saying is, and none who knew him had any idea of -the clever manœuvring he had practised to keep him and his daughter from falling -out of the ranks in which they had moved all their lives. A rash speculation had -brought him to this pass, and for years he had been struggling to extricate -himself from its consequences. Another year and all would have been well; but -death came too soon, and his daughter lived to reap what he had sown.</p> - -<p class="normal">Even the home had to be sold to satisfy the creditors, and -when this was done Emilia, a child of eighteen, faced the world with a shrinking -heart. She had in her purse barely £5; the few trinkets she had possessed had -been sold; she had set great store upon them, and was amazed to discover that -their value was so small. For the last, last time she walked through the -familiar rooms, and touched the walls, and knelt by her bed; and then she crept -out of the house and proceeded to the two rooms she had taken in a street hard -by. It would have quite broken her heart to go out of the neighborhood in which -she and her dear father had lived.</p> - -<p class="normal">Upon the first news of the dreadful loss she had sustained -friends came and sympathized with her, but when it was known that her father -died a ruined man, the sympathy expressed proved to be mere vaporing; those who -had spoken so softly and kindly came no more. Emilia did not appeal to them; -when they met her in the streets, and passed by with hasty nods, she did not -stop and ask the reason why. Her heart was sorely wounded, but her pride also -was touched. The offence and the slight were more against the dead than the -living, and she suffered chiefly for the dear lost father's sake. She went to -her lodgings, and looked around at the cold walls until she could look no more -for the tears in her eyes.</p> - -<p class="normal">She lived quietly and sadly for two weeks, at the end of which -time she had but a guinea left of her £5. A terrible fear took possession of -her. What would become of her when her purse was empty? She had not been -entirely idle, but had made some efforts to obtain a situation as governess. She -could speak French and German fluently; she could draw, she could paint, she was -a good musician, she could dance, and her manners were refined. But with all -these advantages she was unsuccessful. And now she had but a guinea to her -fortune, and the future was before her. She took refuge in prayer; it comforted, -but it was of no practical assistance to her. Sunrise and sunset, sunrise and -sunset again, and again, and again; and now her purse was empty. But she was -saved from absolute despair. At the supreme moment a visitor knocked at her -door, and entered without waiting to be bidden.</p> - -<p class="normal">Call her a lady if you will, our business with her will last -but a brief space. Her name was Seaton.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I hear, Miss Braham, that you require a situation," said Mrs. -Seaton, unceremoniously.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, madam," said Emilia, her hand at her heart. This -hard-featured, hard-voiced visitor had surely been sent from heaven to succor -her. "Will you be seated?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Mrs. Seaton took a chair without a word of thanks. "Have you -been out before?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Out, madam?" says Emilia. Unused to worldly ways and idioms, -she did not catch the meaning of the phrase.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I suppose you have had other situations," explained Mrs. -Seaton, with ungracious condescension.</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, madam."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That is not encouragement. You have no character, then."</p> - -<p class="normal">"My character," faltered Emilia, "is well known. My dear -father and I have lived in this neighborhood many years."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I do not like evasions. You know the kind of character I -mean. Fitness to teach young children, capacity, willingness, experience, -cheerfulness, readiness to make yourself useful in any way."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I would be willing to make myself useful, madam, to do all I -was told. I think I could teach young children. Will you try me? I beg of you to -do so. I am in a dreadful position; I have not a shilling in the world, and not -a friend, I am afraid. Try me, madam. I will do everything you wish."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Umph! Not a shilling in the world! And not a friend! Still -more discouraging, because, Miss Braham, we generally get what we deserve."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I think I deserve friends, madam," said Emilia, striving to -keep back her tears, "but I have been unfortunate. I think you would be -satisfied with me. I would try very, very hard."</p> - -<p class="normal">She held out her trembling hands; to a tender hearted woman -the affecting appeal would have been irresistible.</p> - -<p class="normal">"A lady," said Mrs. Seaton, "has to be careful whom she takes -into her home. I have six young children. What can you teach?"</p> - -<p class="normal">In timid accents Emilia went through her accomplishments.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have only your word for it," said Mrs. Seaton.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am telling the truth, indeed, madam."</p> - -<p class="normal">"People are so deceitful, and what is almost as bad, so, -ungrateful. I'll take you on trial, Miss Braham, will you promise to teach my -sweet children and do everything that is required of you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, madam," replied Emilia, eagerly, "everything; and you -will find me very grateful--indeed, indeed you will."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will wait to convince myself of that. When can you come?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"At once, madam. To-day, if you wish.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not to-day; to-morrow, early. Servants invariably come at -night, which shows their unwillingness and the spirit in which they accept a -situation. Here is my address. You understand? I take you on trial only."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, madam, I understand, and I thank you with all my heart."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Of course, in these circumstances I can give you no wages for -the first month. If we suit each other we will arrange terms afterward. Is that -agreeable to you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Quite agreeable, madam. I will come to-morrow morning."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Very well; I shall expect you before twelve."</p> - -<p class="normal">That night Emilia went to bed without food; but her week's -rent was paid and she left her lodgings without disgrace.</p> - -<p class="normal">Then commenced a life of torture. The children she had to -teach were quarrelsome and vicious, and no taskmaster could have been harder -than Mrs. Seaton was to the servants in her house. Two had left; two had given -notice to leave. The consequence was that Emilia's mistress called upon her to -do every kind of menial office, and willing as Emilia was, she found herself -unequal to them. She sat up late at night, and rose early in the morning, played -the part of nurse, schoolmistress, lady's maid, and housemaid, never receiving a -word of thanks, until existence became unbearable. Driven to despair, without a -home, without a friend, without money, she did not know which way to turn. -Delicately nurtured, a lady by instinct and education, refined in her manners, -and unused to menial work, no more deplorable position could be imagined. It was -while she was in this sore strait that she made the acquaintance of Gerald -Paget.</p> - -<p class="normal">Twice in each week she had the privilege of walking out alone -for an hour in the afternoon. Gerald, passing her, was attracted by the gentle -beauty of her face, and blessed his good fortune when he met her for the second -time. On this second occasion chance assisted him to an introduction. She was -crossing the road, engrossed in sad thought, when warning shouts aroused her -from her musings. There were cabs coming one way, carts another, and between -them she was in danger of being run over. She slipped and fell, and Gerald, -rushing forward, caught her up and bore her to the pavement. But fright and -weakness had prostrated her, and she lay in his arms in a fainting condition. He -carried her into a chemist's shop, where she revived. The words of kindness and -sympathy which fell upon her ears when she opened her eyes, the tender -consideration expressed in Gerald's voice, overpowered the suffering girl, and -she burst into a passion of hysterical tears. With difficulty he soothed her, -but every word he uttered rendered more profound the impression he had already -produced upon the young girl. The unaccustomed notes of tenderness touched -Emilia's heart, and that night as she lay in bed she recalled the words and the -voice and dwelt with infinite gratitude upon the image of the young gentleman -who had treated her with so much gentleness and consideration. But he did not -leave her before he saw her safely to Mrs. Seaton's door; she would have had it -otherwise, but he would not allow her to have her way, and on their road he -heard from her lips the pitiful story of her misfortunes, He made inquiries, and -learnt that her story was true, and this increased his pity for her. As she -dwelt upon his image on that night, so did he on hers, and thus from their first -meeting was established a spiritual connection between them. On the following -day he called at Mrs. Seaton's house to inquire how Miss Paget was after her -accident, and as this was the first time that lady had heard of it she was not -in the most amiable of moods when she next spoke to the young lady she had -engaged, and whom she was treating as a slave.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I cannot," she said, "have young gentlemen calling at my -house after my domestics."</p> - -<p class="normal">But Emilia's spirit had been roused by the adventure. The -consciousness that she was not entirely friendless gave her confidence and -courage.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was not improper that he should call to inquire," she -said. "He would have done so had I been living at home with my father."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The cases are different," observed Mrs. Seaton, loftily. "Not -entirely, madam," said Emilia, with a certain firmness. "Mr. Paget is a -gentleman, and I am a lady."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You! A lady!" exclaimed Mrs. Seaton, in great astonishment.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, madam. Poverty does not degrade one."</p> - -<p class="normal">Upon this Mrs. Seaton commenced to storm and use bad language, -and was so violent that Emilia was glad to escape from the room. From that day -the unkind woman practised a system of oppression which almost drove Emilia mad. -Had she possessed sufficient means to keep herself for even a week she would -have fled from the house; but although she had now been in Mrs. Seaton's service -for longer than the stipulated month not a word had been said about salary, nor -had she received a shilling from her mistress. She remained because she was -compelled to remain, and because she was powerless. Had Gerald been a lady -instead of a gentleman she would have mustered courage to ask assistance from -him, but as it was such a request was impossible. Mrs. Seaton's character, -however, was well known to her neighbors, and from one with whom he had a slight -acquaintance Gerald obtained information which made him unusually serious and -grave. He had continued to call at the house, and had contrived to meet Emilia -upon her afternoon walks; but Mrs. Seaton had received him with unbending -stiffness, and he could not fail to observe Emilia's unhappiness. He loved the -young girl, and it was not long before he made his sentiments known to her, but -she, contrasting their positions, hardly dared to listen to him. For this he had -partly to thank Mrs. Seaton, who, seeing that Gerald was strongly inclined to -Emilia, treated the young girl to long and bitter dissertations upon the "infamy -"--it was the word she used--of encouraging his attentions. She declared that -such conduct was indelicate, unwomanly, disgraceful, and heaven knows what; -there was no limit to her vituperation, and the unhappy girl, conscious that she -loved Gerald and was not his equal, passed long nights in tears and sighs. When -he commenced to speak upon the theme which was nearest his heart, she said, "I -must not listen to you. I must not, I must not! If you have any respect for me, -do not continue." Having more than a respect for her, having now a love as -honest as it was profound, he obeyed her for a time; but still when he parted -from her at the door he said, "Good-by, Emilia," as he pressed her hand, and she -did not chide him for the familiarity. This gave him what he lacked, courage, -and he did not lose hope. At length he resolved to put an end to this -uncertainty, and as she begged him not to speak, he did the next best thing. He -wrote, and entreated her to reply. But no reply came; and on the next occasion -of her hour's holiday he did not see her at the accustomed place. What was the -reason? Had he offended her? Had he been mistaken in believing that she loved -him? Why did she not write to him? Why did she keep away from him? Lovers only -who have gone through the stages of doubt and uncertainty can understand what he -suffered.</p> - -<p class="normal">But on the next occasion she did appear. He hastened to her -side.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Emilia!" he cried.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh! hush," she sighed. "It is not right--it is not right!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It cannot be wrong," he said, tenderly, leading her to a -sequestered spot. "You are unhappy, Emilia."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Very very unhappy. And I am born to make others so."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will not hear you say that and be silent. You were born to -make me happy, and can--if you only will, Amelia; if you only will!"</p> - -<p class="normal">His ardor, his impetuosity, his sincerity, made her weak. She -clung to him for support, and the next moment released herself and stood -upright, inwardly reproaching herself, for being so foolish. Had she been the -most artful of her sex she could not, all through, have acted more cunningly to -fasten the chains which bound him to her; but she was only a weak and innocent -girl, and when one such as she meets with a genuine, honest soul like Gerald, -love is more powerful than cunning.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Emilia, why did you not reply to my letter?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"What letter?" she asked, in surprise.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The letter I wrote to you. Five days I sent it, and I have -counted the minutes. It is not like you, Emilia, to make me suffer so."</p> - -<p class="normal">She turned her sweet face to him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have received no letter, Mr. Paget."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You have received no letter from me--and you will not call me -Gerald!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have received no letter," she repeated, "and I cannot call -you--what you desire."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well," he said, with hot impatience, "let that rest awhile; -we will speak of it again, and you will make me happy, I am sure, by doing such -a very little thing as that. But my letter? I sent it to you--posted it with my -own hands. Do you think I would entrust it to another?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"How can I say? I do not even know what was in it. Five days -ago! And why did you write to me? Oh, Mr. Paget, have you no regard for my -helpless position?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Can you ask me such a question, Emilia?" he said, -reproachfully. "Do you think there lives in the world a man who has a more -sincere respect and esteem for you than I have?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, no," she cried. "I did not intend to do you an injustice. -I beg you to forgive me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Freely," he said, and spoke now with less impetuosity. -"Whenever I have approached the subject of my love for you--do not stop me, -Emilia; the words are spoken--whenever I have done that, you have begged me to -desist. Well, I obeyed you; not for all the wide world, Emilia, would I cause -you one moment's pain. But you did not tell me not to write, and so I -wrote--what was in my heart, what is in it now, and I implored you to send me an -answer soon. I am sure you would have done so had you received it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I do not know. The letter never reached me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I addressed it to the care of Mrs. Seaton."</p> - -<p class="normal">"If it was delivered to her, she did not give it to me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It must have been delivered to her; it must have been left at -her house, and to keep it from you is a crime. She shall be punished for it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, Mr. Paget, do not make things harder for me than they are -already!"</p> - -<p class="normal">It was an involuntary confession, the first she had made to -him, and it opened his eyes.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are not happy with her?" he asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">She did not reply. To have admitted it would have been almost -like asking protection from him. Her sensitive nature shrunk from such an -indelicacy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I must go back now," she said, presently. "I have been away -too long."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will go with you, Emilia."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I entreat you not to do so. It will subject me to further -indignity."</p> - -<p class="normal">In this was conveyed a second involuntary confession; he noted -it with burning indignation against Mrs. Seaton, but made no open comment upon -it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I obey you," he said, "in this as in everything else. You are -suffering, and I pity you from my heart of hearts. I am also suffering. Will you -not give me a little pity?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am very sorry for you, Mr. Paget; indeed, indeed I am. It -would have been better for you had we never met."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Can you utter such a heresy--you, the soul of truth and -honesty? I bless the day on which I met you; it will live forever in my memory -as the happiest in my life. Give me your hand. Why do you shrink? You would give -it to the commonest friend, and I am at least that. Thank you. There! I merely -press it, as an ordinary friend would do--only you must feel the pulses of my -heart in my fingers. That is not my fault. I cannot help it beating, and beating -for you, Emilia. May I walk with you a little way?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not far. You will not come with me to the door?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, if you insist. I will leave you before we reach it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Before we are in the street, Mr. Paget."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, before we are in the street. But I give you fair -warning, Emilia. I must have an answer to my letter, and I must find out what -has become of it. Is not that right?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I suppose it is."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is not a matter of supposing. It is or it is not. Be as -frank with me as I am with you, Emilia."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is right that you should ascertain what has become of it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Of course. It is mine or yours. No one else's. We have -something that is ours, in which no other person has any business to interfere. -I shall think of that with satisfaction."</p> - -<p class="normal">"A simple letter, Mr. Paget."</p> - -<p class="normal">"A simple letter," he said, very gravely, "in which the -happiness of an honest gentleman's life is enclosed. There! Do not tremble. I am -not going to say anything more serious just now, but said it must be soon, -Emilia, and then I shall know what the future will be for me. And even if I were -dumb and that letter was never recovered, another can be written which shall -reach its destination. Why do you stop? Oh, yes, you wish me to say good-by -here. Well, good-by, Emilia!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Good-by, Mr. Paget."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Will you not call me Gerald? Such a little word, Emilia!"</p> - -<p class="normal">She fled; but not before she had given him a sweet and timid -look which caused his heart to throb with hope, as it was already throbbing with -love.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_24" href="#div1Ref_24">CHAPTER XXIV.</a></h4> - -<h5>SLANDER.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">Later in the day Mrs. Seaton was informed that a gentleman was -waiting to see her. Entering the room she saw Gerald Paget. She received him as -usual with a frown, of which he took no notice. By this time he was hardened to -the coldness of her receptions of him. Besides, he had prepared himself for the -interview, and knew pretty well what he intended to say to her.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I thought, Mr. Paget," she said, "that I had made you -understand it is not my wish to encourage your visits to any of my servants."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I did not inquire for any of your servants," he said, very -politely, "but for you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What have you to say to me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Something to the point--presently. First, however, I must -correct you in a misconception into which you appear to have fallen. My visits -to this house have been quite open, and have not been made to a servant."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Indeed! To whom, then?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"To a lady who accepted the position of governess to your -children. It is not usual to call these gentlewomen servants."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I decline," said Mrs. Seaton, "to enter into any argument -with you on the point. I know the exact position of persons in my employ and the -proper titles to give them. You are a young man, and have much to learn."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am aware of it, Mrs. Seaton; you, also, have something to -learn. But I would impress strongly upon you the fact that Miss Braham is a -lady, and--your equal."</p> - -<p class="normal">"By no means--but I shall not argue. Oblige me by coming at -once to the purport of your visit to me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The purport is a grave one, Mrs. Seaton, and I shall be sorry -if the result is not satisfactory to you. A few days ago I addressed a letter to -Miss Braham, which has not reached her hands."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What has that to do with me?" Mrs. Seaton asked this question -without flinching. She had received the letter, read it, and if she had any fear -of consequences she did not show it. Her manner was rather scornful than guilty.</p> - -<p class="normal">"A great deal I should say," replied Gerald. "It is no light -matter to purloin a letter addressed to another person."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Purloin, sir!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"That is the word I have used, and intended to use. I wish to -know what you have done with that letter?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have done nothing with it. No such letter was ever left at -this house to my knowledge."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What if I set afoot an inquiry which would prove that to be -not the truth?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Mrs. Seaton rang the bell. "I must request you to leave the -house," she said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will do so in a minute or two. I happen to know that your -letter-box is kept locked, and that no one opens it but yourself. I regret to be -compelled to say to a lady that it is a wicked and cowardly action to -appropriate a letter not addressed to herself. Of such an action you have -undoubtedly been guilty. May I inquire if the letter I refer to is still in -existence?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"You may inquire what you please, sir, but I shall make no -reply to your insults. I presume you have obtained certain information from Miss -Braham.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, she informed me that she had not received a letter I -wrote to her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"She informed you," said Mrs. Seaton, with a venomous look. -"When?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"This afternoon."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I understand. You and she are in the habit of meeting in -secret outside my house. Such conduct is infamous, and now that I have positive -knowledge of such proceedings I shall know how to act. Mr. Paget, we are -speaking here in private, with no listeners to report what is said. Let me -advise you to be careful as to what you say or do about this imaginary letter of -yours. The young person you refer to may have a good name to lose, and it will -be foolish on your part to set a lady of my standing in society against her. Mud -will stick, Mr. Paget, never mind, by whom it is thrown, but when it is thrown -by a lady or gentleman of repute it will stick all the closer. I learn, too -late, that you have used my house as an assignation house----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are stating what is false," cried Gerald, indignantly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"As an assignation house," repeated Mrs. Seaton, with a -malicious smile. "Having discovered your baseness--for you are no gentleman, Mr. -Paget, and the other person implicated is no lady--there is only one course open -to me. That course I shall pursue. If you do not leave my presence instantly I -shall send for the police to remove you."</p> - -<p class="normal">With that, the venomous woman threw open the door, and Gerald -Paget, dismayed and discomfited, took his departure.</p> - -<p class="normal">"A nice mess I have made of it," he thought, as he walked -ruefully from the house, without venturing to look back. "What on earth made me -beard the lioness in her den? The lioness! Not at all. There is something of -nobility in that breed, and Mrs. Seaton hasn't a particle of nobility about her. -She is a serpent. Her fangs are poisonous. How will she act toward Emilia? Mud -will stick, she says. But what does it matter if Emilia loves me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">He allowed himself to be carried away by his enthusiasm. He -was young, impulsive, honest, and straightforward. Grand weapons in honorable -warfare, but when is war honorable? The world, with its hidden snares and -pitfalls, lay before him and Emilia, in whose pure souls faith and love shone -radiant. How would it fare with them when pitted against envy, greed, and -malice? Here was Mrs. Seaton, ready to defame and blacken; and travelling -swiftly toward them was the beggar and spendthrift, Leonard, the man of selfish -pleasure.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_25" href="#div1Ref_25">CHAPTER XXV.</a></h4> - -<h5>LOST, OR SAVED?</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">Some three hours after Gerald's departure from the house, -Emilia was summoned into the presence of Mrs. Seaton. When she received the -message she was preparing for bed; it was night, and a heavy rain was falling.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have sent for you," said Mrs. Seaton, gazing at the young -girl with pitiless eyes, "for the purpose of putting an immediate end to a -disgraceful state of affairs. On the day I consented to take you upon trial, I -informed you that I could give you no wages until I was satisfied that you would -suit me. Is that correct?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"You said," replied Emilia, "that you could give me none for -the first month, and that, if we suited each other, you would arrange terms -afterward."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You have been here nearly seven weeks, and no terms have been -arranged."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That is true, madam."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The fact being that we do not suit each other."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I fear it is so."</p> - -<p class="normal">"In which case--the basis of any terms whatever being -suitability--no wages are due to you up to this date. Legally you are entitled -to nothing."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You know best, madam."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have allowed you to remain in my house in the hope that -certain doubts I entertained would be dispelled. I regret to say they are not -dispelled. However, I shall not charge you for your board and lodging."</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia bowed her head. Utterly inexperienced as she was, she -had not the least doubt that Mrs. Seaton was putting the case fairly, and that -she could really be called upon to pay for the food and shelter she had -received.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Ordinarily," continued Mrs. Seaton, "one would expect -gratitude for such kindness. I do not. Be kind enough to sign this paper."</p> - -<p class="normal">Upon the table lay a written document which, with Emilia's -signature to it, would free Mrs. Seaton from any possible liability. In the last -sentence of the artfully-worded release, Emilia acknowledged that she left Mrs. -Seaton's house and service of her own accord. The young girl took the pen which -Mrs. Seaton held out to her, and was about to sign when the elder lady said,</p> - -<p class="normal">"I wish you to read and understand what you are signing. I -shall not put it in your power to say that I took advantage of your youth and -inexperience--for that is the way you would put it, I expect."</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia's eyes were blurred with tears, and although she took -the paper in her trembling hands, she could not read what was written thereon.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is perfectly correct, is it not?" asked Mrs. Seaton.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, madam," replied Emilia, faintly, glad of the opportunity -of hiding her distress of mind, "if you say it is."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Of course. You will observe that it places you in an -unexpectedly favorable position. Leaving my service of your own accord will make -it easier for you to obtain another situation, if such should be your desire. -Wait a moment. I should like your signature to be witnessed."</p> - -<p class="normal">She rang the bell, and a maid appeared, a new servant who had -arrived only that evening.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I rang for you, Jane, to witness Miss Braham's signature to -this paper. You can write?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, yes, ma'am."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Miss Braham has read the document, and perfectly understands -its terms. That is the truth, is it not, Miss Braham?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, madam," said the helpless girl.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You hear, Jane? Now, Miss Braham, you can sign it if you -wish."</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia wrote her name, and Jane wrote hers as witness, proud -of the confidence reposed in her. Then Mrs. Seaton gave the new servant some -whispered instructions, and she left the room.</p> - -<p class="normal">Had Emilia's agitation allowed her, she could not have failed -to notice that while Jane was in the room Mrs. Seaton's voice was kind and -considerate, in striking contrast to the tone in which she spoke when they were -alone.</p> - -<p class="normal">"And now, Miss Braham," said Mrs. Seaton, folding up the paper -and pocketing it with an air of triumph, "you will leave my house at once."</p> - -<p class="normal">"At once, madam!" exclaimed the bewildered girl.</p> - -<p class="normal">"This instant. I will not allow you to remain in it another -hour. As the mother of a family I have a duty to perform. Your presence here is -a contamination."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will not answer your insults, madam," faltered Emilia, "but -it is night and rain is falling----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"That is not my affair. You are well known, and can easily -find lodgement with some of your friends----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have none. You surely cannot be so cruel as to drive me -away at such an hour."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am prepared for anything you may say. The paper you have -signed fully protects me from any base statements you may make when you are no -longer under my roof. You have no friends? Why, there is Mr. Paget. Do you think -I have been blind to your goings on? Assignations, secret meetings, under my -very eyes. Go to him. I have no doubt you know where to find him."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Madam!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, you may madam me as much as you like; it will not alter -my determination. Ah, Jane"--to the new servant who entered the room--"have you -locked the door of the room which Miss Braham occupied?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, ma'am."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And brought her box down?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, ma'am."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Give me the key of the room. That will do, my good girl; I do -not require you any more. Go down-stairs and get your supper. Leave the door -open." The merciless woman waited until Jane had reached the basement and was -out of hearing; then she spoke again. "If you cannot take your box with you -to-night, you can send for it in the morning, but once out of my house you do -not enter it again. Go immediately, or I will send for the police."</p> - -<p class="normal">She advanced toward Emilia, who retreated in affright; step by -step she hounded the poor girl to the street door, which she threw open. The -next moment Emilia was standing alone in the dark and gloomy night.</p> - -<p class="normal">Dazed and horrified, she felt as if her senses were leaving -her; she pressed her hands over her eyes, and cowered to the walls for -protection. But a friend was near.</p> - -<p class="normal">Restless with love's fever, Gerald, heedless of the rain--for -what is so slight a thing to one who loves as he did?--was hovering about the -house in which his darling lived. He looked up at the windows, and choosing one -as the window of Emilia's room, gazed at it with fervor, making of it a very -heaven--a heaven to be glorified by her presence. "To-morrow," he mused, as he -paced slowly up and down on the opposite side, "I will ask her plainly to be my -wife. She is unhappy--she told me so--and it must be because she is living with -such a wicked woman. Yes, I will ask her to-morrow. She loves me, I am sure of -it. It is only that she is poor and I am rich. What of that? It will make it all -the better for us--a thousand times better than if she were rich and I were -poor. Then we might never come together. Dear Emilia, sweet Emilia, the -sweetest, dearest, most beautiful on earth! I love her, I love her, I love her!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Thus ecstatically musing, he saw the street-door suddenly -opened and as suddenly and violently shut, and a figure thrust forth, as if in -anger. He had no idea that it was Emilia; the thought was too barbarous to be -entertained; but out of curiosity he crossed the road and went up to it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Good God!" he cried; "Emilia!" and caught her up in his arms.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, Gerald, Gerald!" she sobbed, and lay there, helpless and -almost heartbroken, and yet with a sweet sense of comfort stealing upon her -great grief.</p> - -<p class="normal">What mattered rain and darkness? She had called him Gerald, -and he knew for a surety that he was loved. He kissed her, and she did not -resist, but lay, sobbing more quietly now, within the sanctuary of his loving -arms.</p> - -<p class="normal">Ecstasy at being permitted to embrace her enthralled him for a -time, but presently he begged her to explain the meaning of her being thrust at -such an hour from Mrs. Seaton's house. Before she could render it the -street-door was opened quietly and slowly, and a woman's face peered out--Mrs. -Seaton's.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I thought as much," cried the stony-hearted woman, with a -laugh. "A pretty pair!" and then the door was closed again, and only the sound -of the falling rain was heard.</p> - -<p class="normal">With a feeling of burning indignation Gerald looked down upon -the white face of his dear girl. Her eyes were closed; her arms hung loose at -her side; she had fainted.</p> - -<p class="normal">He was thankful that the street was deserted and that there -were no witnesses near, for he had sense enough to know that Emilia's reputation -was at stake.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You fiend," he muttered, with a dark glance at Mrs. Seaton's -house. "You abominable fiend!" And then he called softly, "Emilia, Emilia! Look -up, my darling. We are safe now, and we will never part."</p> - -<p class="normal">His voice, but not the words he spoke, reached her senses. She -opened her eyes, and clung more closely to him, murmuring,</p> - -<p class="normal">"For Heaven's sake, take me from this place."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Come, then," he said, supporting her. It was not until they -had traversed two or three streets that Gerald began to feel perplexed. Where -should he take her? He had no lady friend to whom he could apply and who would -be willing to receive Emilia. It would be dangerous to her character to go to an -hotel. The hour, the circumstances, Emilia's agitated state, were all against -them. She was too weak to speak for herself; upon him devolved the -responsibility of providing for her, of protecting her, and he was conscious -that anything he might say to strangers would do her more harm than good. There -was already a danger that she was being compromised. Some persons had passed -them in the streets, and dark as was the night, they could scarcely fail to see -that his arm was round her waist and that she was clinging to him. Now and then -sobs escaped from her overcharged heart. A few of the people they met turned and -looked after them, and Gerald heard one laugh. It went through him like a sharp -knife. If he could only get her safely housed before she was recognized! But he -was by no means sure that this danger had been averted. Certainly two men who -had passed them were men he knew.</p> - -<p class="normal">As for Emilia, happily or unhappily for herself, she noticed -nothing. This terrible crisis had completely prostrated her, and all that she -was conscious of was that she was under the protection of an honorable man, and -had escaped from the oppression of a vile woman.</p> - -<p class="normal">Something must be done, and done soon. They could not walk the -streets the whole night. Every moment added to the dangers of the position.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Emilia, will you listen to me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am listening, Gerald."</p> - -<p class="normal">It was as if she had called him so all her life; and, indeed, -in the purest innocence, she had often murmured his name in secret to herself. -He was thrilled with ineffable happiness.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You understand what I am saying to you, Emilia?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is very late."</p> - -<p class="normal">With sudden terror she cried, "You will not leave me, Gerald? -You will not desert me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, indeed. Do not be afraid. I am yours forever, in truth -and honor. But we must be prudent."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will do whatever you bid me, Gerald. I have no friend in -the world but you."</p> - -<p class="normal">In his honor and honesty lay her safety. Well was it for her -that she had by her side a man like Gerald.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Where did you live before you went to Mrs. Seaton?" She -shuddered at the name, and answered, "In Grafton Street," and mentioned the -number.</p> - -<p class="normal">They were nearly a mile from the house, and in Emilia's weak -state it took them more than half an hour to get there, but weak as she was she -did not complain of fatigue. She was content so long as Gerald was with her. -There was no cessation in the rain, which still fell steadily.</p> - -<p class="normal">There was not a light to be seen in any of the windows of the -house. Gerald knocked, but knocked in vain. In despair he turned away, and -Emilia walked patiently with him.</p> - -<p class="normal">Then it forced itself upon him that there was still the -alternative of endeavoring to obtain a room for her in a respectable hotel. To -conduct her to one of doubtful repute was not to be thought of. It was close on -midnight when they reached the hotel he had in his mind. He did not venture to -take her inside the building with him. Her swollen eyes, her death-white face, -her dishevelled hair, her clothes soaked with rain, would have ensured failure. -Besides, until he was sure of a shelter for her, he did not care to expose her -to the prying eyes of strangers.</p> - -<p class="normal">He explained to her what he was about to do, but he was -doubtful whether she quite understood him. All she said was:</p> - -<p class="normal">"I do whatever you bid me, Gerald. I have no friend in the -world but you."</p> - -<p class="normal">She had spoken these words many times, and no appeal could -have been more plaintive. The pity of it was that every time she uttered them -her voice had grown fainter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Wait here for me, Emilia. I will not be gone long. If anyone -speaks to you do not answer them."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You will come back to me, Gerald?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, surely, my darling."</p> - -<p class="normal">He was fated not to succeed. His lame explanations, his -stumbling words, his references to "a young lady in an unfortunate position," -his statement that it would be rendering him a personal obligation, ensured -failure. The lady manager of the hotel shook her head, and said she could not -accommodate his friend "under such circumstances," adding that she was surprised -he should ask her to do so.</p> - -<p class="normal">He rejoined Emilia, whose fingers tightened upon his arm as -she murmured:</p> - -<p class="normal">"You have come back!"</p> - -<p class="normal">They had not walked fifty yards before her strength gave way. -Again she fainted, and but for his support would have fallen to the ground. -Hailing a passing cab he, with the assistance of the driver, lifted her into it, -and gave the man instructions to drive to his house. With a covert smile the man -mounted to his box, and drove in the given direction.</p> - -<p class="normal">The house in which Gerald lived was that his parents had -occupied. He had been loth to leave it until the arrival of his half-brother -Leonard, when he had decided to discuss their future movements with him. He had -had a sincere affection for Leonard, and relied greatly upon his judgment. Most -of the servants had been dismissed; only two remained, a housekeeper and a maid, -and these attended to the young gentleman's wants. They were in the habit of -retiring early to bed; Gerald had a latchkey with which he let himself in when -he came home late. Thus, in the present emergency, a certain privacy was -ensured.</p> - -<p class="normal">Under no other circumstances than these would Gerald have -dreamed of taking Emilia to his house, but he was driven to a course of which he -inwardly disapproved. He had no time now to consider consequences; Emilia -demanded all his attention. She was still unconscious when they arrived at the -house, and he was compelled to ask the assistance of the driver to carry her in. -This being accomplished, he paid the man liberally and dismissed him.</p> - -<p class="normal">They had entered without being observed; the housekeeper and -the maid occupied rooms below, and Gerald supposed them to be both asleep at the -time. The room into which Emilia had been carried was his favorite apartment, on -the ground floor, and was somewhat daintily furnished. From a sideboard he took -wine and biscuits, and from an inner room he brought towels and a basin of cold -water. The fire in the grate had burned low, but he threw wood and coals on it, -and it was soon in a bright blaze. Then he drew the sofa upon which Emilia was -lying close to the fireplace, and stood debating with himself what he should do. -Had the housekeeper been the only servant in the house he would have called her -in to attend to Emilia; she had been many years in the service of his family, -and he thought he could trust her; but he was sure he could not trust the maid, -who was an inveterate chatterbox. Before he had decided what to do Emilia -revived; struggling to her feet she gazed around in stupefaction. In as few -words as possible Gerald explained what had occurred; she listened to him in -silence, then sank upon the couch, and burst into a passion of tears.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Are you angry with me, Emilia?" he asked, in deep concern. "I -could do nothing else. To have kept you in the streets any longer would have -been your death. Listen to the rain; it is coming down harder than ever. Here at -least you are safe for a few hours. The housekeeper is asleep down-stairs. I -will call her up if you wish, but there is another servant who cannot be -trusted, I fear."</p> - -<p class="normal">"If anyone sees me here I shall die of shame," said Emilia, in -a low tone. "What will become of me--oh, what will become of me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"There is nothing to fear," said Gerald, "and no one need be -aware that you are in the house. Do you not know already that I love you with -all my heart and soul, and that by consenting to become my wife you will make me -the happiest man in the world? The position in which we are placed has been -forced upon us. No one shall have the power of placing an evil construction upon -it. I will see to that. Your happiness, your honor, are in my keeping. Can you -not trust me, Emilia?"</p> - -<p class="normal">With these and other words as true and tender, he succeeded in -calming her. With innate delicacy he did not press her to answer him at such an -hour; he would wait till to-morrow; meanwhile he explained his plan to her. She -was to occupy the room till the morning, and to lock herself in. He would find a -bed elsewhere. Before the servants rose he would return to the house and make a -confidant of the housekeeper; the younger servant should be sent upon a distant -errand which would keep her from the house till eleven or twelve o'clock. Before -that time Emilia would be settled elsewhere. Thus the secret would be preserved -and the tongue of scandal silenced.</p> - -<p class="normal">"And then, Emilia," he said, gazing upon her with ardent -affection, "I will ask for my reward."</p> - -<p class="normal">It was impossible, even if her heart were not already his, -that she should fail to be touched by his delicacy and devotion. Tenderly and -humbly she thanked him, and intended to say that she would give him his answer -on the morrow, but love broke down the barrier of reserve. Involuntarily she -held out her hands to him, and he clasped her in his arms and kissed her on her -lips, and said that the embrace was a pledge of truth and constancy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"From you, Emilia, as well as from me!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, Gerald," she sighed; "I love you!"</p> - -<p class="normal">So through the clouds of this dolorous night broke the sun of -faithful mutual love. It might have been excused him had he lingered, but for -her sake he would not.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I shall wait in the passage," he said, "to hear you turn the -key. No one will disturb you. The housekeeper does not enter this room till I -ring in the morning, and I am not always an early bird. Good-night, dear love."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Good-night, dear Gerald. Are you sure you will be able to get -a bed?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I can get a dozen. God bless and guard you!"</p> - -<p class="normal">They kissed each other once more, and then he left her. He -waited in the passage to hear the key turned, and with a lover's foolish -fondness kissed the door which shut his treasure from his sight. He listened in -the passage a moment or two to assure himself that all was still and safe, and -then he crept to the street-door, which he opened and closed very softly. He did -not seek a bed elsewhere, having come to the determination that it would be a -better security from slanderous tongues that it should be supposed he slept in -his own house that night. So he made pilgrimages through the streets, ever and -anon coming back to the house which sheltered his darling. But once it fatefully -happened that he was absent for some thirty or forty minutes, during which -period a startling and unexpected incident occurred, the forerunner of as -strange a series as ever entered into the history of two loving hearts.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_26" href="#div1Ref_26">CHAPTER XXVI.</a></h4> - -<h5>SLANDER'S FOUL TONGUE.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">The young servant whose loquacious tongue Gerald did not dare -to trust was not asleep when he brought Emilia home. She was in bed, it was -true, but wide-awake, with a candle alight at her bedside. It was against the -rules of the house, but she did not care for that, being deeply engrossed in a -thrilling story which set rules at defiance and drove sleep away. She heard the -street-door opened and closed, then a murmur of voices, like the distant murmur -of the sea, and then the second opening and closing of the street-door. The -sounds did not arouse her curiosity, she was so profoundly interested in the -fate of the hero and heroine that nothing short of a miracle could have diverted -her attention. So she read on with eager eyes and panting bosom, long after -Gerald had left the house, and would have continued to read, had she not come to -those tantalizing words, "To be continued in our next." Then, with a long-drawn -sigh, she turned in her bed--and forgot to blow out the candle.</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia had intended not to sleep; she would keep awake all the -night, and wait for Gerald in the morning--the morning of the day which was to -be for her the herald of a new and happier life. She bore Mrs. Seaton no malice -for the indignities she had suffered in her house. There was no room in Emilia's -heart for anything but love. With what heartfelt gratitude did she dwell upon -the image of Gerald, the noblest man on earth. "I thank God for him," she -sighed. "Dear Lord, I thank Thee that Thou hast given me the love of a man like -Gerald. My Gerald! Is it true? Can it be real? Ah, yes; I see his dear eyes -looking into mine; his dear voice sinks into my heart. Make me grateful for the -happiness before me!" It stretched out into the future years, a vista of peace -and love and joy. Insensibly she sank upon her knees and prayed, and when she -rose the room, the world, and all that it contained, were transfigured. How -fair, how sweet was life! She had prayed for Gerald and for herself, had prayed -that she might prove worthy of him, and might be endowed with power to brighten -his days. Then she sat before the fire, and clasping her knee with her hands, -imagined bright pictures in the glowing points of lights. She felt herself -sinking to sleep. "I will just close my eyes for a few minutes," she thought. -There were warm rugs about the room. Loosening her dress, she threw herself upon -the couch, and covering herself with the rugs, fell asleep with joy in her heart -and a smile on her lips.</p> - -<p class="normal">At half-past three in the morning Gerald, after an absence of -half an hour or so, was returning to the street in which his house was situated, -when he saw an angry glare in the sky, and heard sounds of confusion in the near -distance. Almost instantly A fire-engine raced past him. He hastened after it, -partly from instinct, but chiefly because it was going in his direction. He had, -however, no idea that the danger personally concerned him. Long before he -reached his street he was undeceived. Crowds of people encompassed him, and he -found it difficult to proceed. Three or four fire-engines were at work; firemen -were risking their lives in the enthusiasm of their noble work; policemen were -keeping back the excited lookers-on.</p> - -<p class="normal">"My God!" he cried, as he turned the corner; "it is my house, -and Emilia is there!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Frantically he strove to force his way through the crowd, -which would not give way for him at first, but he redoubled his efforts, and -running under or leaping over firemen, policemen, and the men and women who were -surging round, he tore off his coat, and rushed toward the burning building. He -was pulled back, and escaping from those who held him, darted forward again with -despairing cries, and was caught in the arms of one who knew him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's all right," cried this man to the firemen. "Mr. Paget -has escaped from the house."</p> - -<p class="normal">He who spoke thought that Gerald, instead of striving to enter -the house, had just emerged from it, and his idea was strengthened by the -circumstance that Gerald was in his shirt sleeves. One in authority came up to -Gerald and said:</p> - -<p class="normal">"We were getting frightened about you, sir. We got out a young -lady and your two servants----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"A young lady!" gasped Gerald, and inwardly thanked God that -Emilia was saved.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, sir. There's some mystery about her, because your -housekeeper said there was no young lady there, but out she came, or was -carried, insensible----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"For God's sake," cried Gerald, "don't tell me she is -injured!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I think not, sir; but she was in an insensible condition, and -some people took her away. Your housekeeper said you were the only one left. Now -that we know no lives are lost we can get on with our work. Your house is a -wreck, sir; there'll be very little saved out of it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Where was the young lady taken to?" asked Gerald, in a state -of indescribable agitation, detaining the officer by the sleeve.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I can't tell you, sir. Excuse me, I must attend to my duty."</p> - -<p class="normal">Releasing himself from Gerald's grasp, he plunged among his -men. Gerald, in his eager anxiety for information of Emilia, asked a dozen -persons around him, and obtained a dozen different answers. One said one thing, -one said another, and each speaker contradicted the one who had previously -spoken. At length he saw on the outskirts of the crowd his housekeeper talking -to a lady, and running toward them, he saw that the lady was Mrs. Seaton.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am glad you are saved, Mr. Paget," said Mrs. Seaton, with -freezing politeness. "I was just asking your housekeeper who is the young lady -who was carried out of your house barely half dressed, and she insists that no -such person was there. But as a hundred people saw her, there is, of course, no -disputing a fact so clear. Perhaps you can tell us who she is?"</p> - -<p class="normal">A number of neighbors gathered around, some who knew both -Gerald and Emilia.</p> - -<p class="normal">"And I said, sir," said the housekeeper, "that their eyes -deceived them----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, that is very likely," interposed Mrs. Seaton, in her most -malicious tone.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Because," continued the housekeeper, "when we went to bed -last night there was nobody but me and that little wretch of a Susan in the -house. It was her who set the place on fire, sir, with her novel reading. I hope -she'll be put in prison for it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But enlighten us, Mr. Paget," said Mrs. Seaton. "Who was the -young lady?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are a malicious scandal-monger," cried Gerald, and tore -himself away, feeling that he had made for himself and Emilia a more bitter -enemy in calling Mrs. Seaton by that name.</p> - -<p class="normal">He continued his inquiries for Emilia, but could obtain no -satisfaction. So many different stories were related to him that he could not -tell which was the true one.</p> - -<p class="normal">The truth was that Emilia, being aroused from sleep by the -fire, unlocked the door of the room in which Gerald had left her, and rushed -into the passage. The place was strange to her, and she might have been burned -to death had not a fireman, who was making his way past her, pulled her into the -street. There she was taken up by one and another, striving all the while to -escape the prying eyes of those around her, until, overcome by the complicated -horror of her position, she swooned away. Two compassionate maiden ladies, -sisters, pitying her state, said they would take care of her, and conveyed her -to their home.</p> - -<p class="normal">There they tended her, wondering who she was, for she was a -stranger to them, as they were to her. But the terrors through which Emilia had -passed had completely prostrated her; the whole of the succeeding day she fell -from one faint into another, and the doctor who was called in said it would be -best to wait awhile before they questioned her too closely. "She has had a -severe mental shock," he said, "and if we are not careful she will have an -attack of brain fever." On the evening of the following day she was somewhat -better, but her mind was almost a blank as to what had transpired during the -past twenty-four hours. The image of Gerald occasionally obtruded itself, and if -he had appeared, all would have been well; he was her rock, her shield, and, -incapable as she was of coherent thought, his absence weighed upon her as a -reproach, and she felt as if God and man had forsaken her. An experience still -more cruel was in store for her.</p> - -<p class="normal">It was night, and she heard a voice in the adjoining room that -smote her with terror, the voice of Mrs. Seaton speaking to the ladies who had -befriended her. More successful than Gerald, Mrs. Seaton had hunted her down.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's a neighborly duty," Mrs. Seaton was saying, "to prevent -kind-hearted ladies like yourselves from being imposed upon. I have suffered -from her artfulness and wickedness myself, and there was no one to warn me; but -if you allow yourself to be taken in by her you will do it with your eyes open."</p> - -<p class="normal">"She is very gentle-mannered," said one of the two ladies who -had befriended her, "and we have a great pity for her. Surely she cannot be so -bad as you paint her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Facts are facts," said Mrs. Seaton. "You do not even know her -name."</p> - -<p class="normal">"She is too weak to enter into particulars," said the lady, -"and we forbore to press her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Too weak!" exclaimed Mrs. Seaton, with a derisive laugh. -"Fiddlesticks! Excuse me for speaking so, but I hardly have patience with her. -Her weakness is put on; you are no match for the creature. Of course if you do -not mind being disgraced by association with such a character it is no business -of mine; but I ought to know her better than you do."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You use strong words," said the lady very gravely. -"Disgraced! It is too dreadful to think of. What is her name?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Emilia Braham. Her father died deeply involved, and would no -doubt have swindled his creditors if he had lived; fortunately for them he died -suddenly, and they were able to step in and save something from the wreck. I -will tell you the whole story if you care to hear it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"We ought to hear it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You shall. After her father's death she came to me and begged -me to give her a situation. I took her out of pity. 'I will give you a trial,' I -said to her. So she came into my house, and I treated her as a daughter. After a -time I had my suspicions, and I do not mind confessing that I set a watch upon -her. Then I discovered that she was carrying on a disgraceful intimacy with Mr. -Gerald Paget, meeting him regularly and secretly, and keeping out at all hours. -When she found that all was known she told her gentleman friend, who came to me -and bullied me. In return for his insults I showed him the door, and forbade his -ever entering my house again. Then in the evening I sent for the creature and -informed her that she must leave my service the following morning--that is, -to-day. The language she used to me was dreadful, and she said she would go at -once. I told her I would not allow it; badly as she had behaved, I felt that it -was not right for her, a single girl, to leave the house at night. However, she -insisted, and I had to give way. To protect myself from her malicious slanders, -I wrote out a paper which she signed in the presence of another servant, who is -ready to testify that the creature knew perfectly well what she was doing. Here -it is; you can read it. The other servant witnessed her signature, as you see. -Then she left the house, and I soon found out why. She had arranged a -clandestine meeting with Mr. Paget that very night--I saw her with my own eyes -in his embrace. An hour or two afterward they got into a cab--I can give you the -number of the cab and the name of the driver--and drove to Mr. Paget's -residence, he being a bachelor, mind you, and living alone with only two female -servants in his employ. When he took the creature home he knew quite well that -his domestics were abed and asleep, and that there was no risk of his scandalous -doings being discovered. But he reckoned without his host. There is a -Providence--yes, happily there is a Providence. The fire occurred, and the -creature you are harboring rushed out of Mr. Paget's house. Ask her how she got -into it. In the middle of the night, too. I ask you, as ladies of common-sense, -what construction does it bear? No artfully-invented tale can explain it away. -You should be thankful to me for putting you on your guard. Oh, you don't know -these creatures!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is a dreadful story," said the lady.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I hope you will do your duty, as I have done mine. Have I put -it too strongly in saying that her presence here is a disgrace?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No. We are obliged to you for the unpleasant task you have -performed. To-morrow, if she is strong enough, I will request her to take her -departure."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Too lenient by far. In your place I should bundle her out, -neck and crop. If you wait till she says she is well enough to go you will wait -a precious long time. I shall take care, for my part, that everybody knows the -truth."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is it not strange," asked the lady, "that Mr. Paget has not -called to inquire after her?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not at all; he wishes to keep his name out of the disgraceful -affair if he can. It is perfectly clear that he is ashamed of the connection, -and wants to be rid of it. So long as it could be kept quiet he didn't mind, but -now that it is made public--I can't help repeating, in the most providential -manner--it is another pair of shoes. Why, the whole town is talking of it. When -the creature shows her face, if she has the hardihood to do it, she will meet -with a proper reception. I shouldn't at all wonder if it gets into the papers. -Good-night."</p> - -<p class="normal">Then there was a rustling of skirts, and Emilia knew that her -cruel persecutor had taken her leave. She pressed her hands upon her eyes, and -the scalding tears ran down her fingers. The horror of the situation was almost -more than she could bear. She could not think clearly, but through her aching -brain one conviction forced itself. She was disgraced, irretrievably disgraced. -Her good name was lost forever. Nothing could restore it, nothing. If an angel -from heaven were to declare it, no man or woman would hereafter believe in her -purity and innocence. What should she do? Wait till the morning to be turned -from the hospitable house of these kind sisters? Go forth into the broad light -of day, and be pointed at and publicly shamed? No, she would fly at once, -secretly and alone, into the hard, cold world, far, far from the merciless men -and women who were ready to defame her. The story which Mrs. Seaton had related -to the maiden sisters was false and malignant, but it was built upon a -foundation of truth. If she herself had to give evidence in her own defence she -would be pronounced guilty. She had been turned from Mrs. Seaton's house late in -the night, but she had signed a paper saying that she went of her own free will. -She and Gerald had been together in the streets--for how long? She could not -remember, but it seemed to be hours. And as if that were not shame enough she -had taken refuge in his house and had accepted his hospitality at an hour that -would make virtuous women blush. He had pledged his faith to her, he had asked -her to be his wife, and now, when she most needed a defender, he was absent. It -was true, then, that he had deserted her. Had it been otherwise would he not -have sought her long before this, would he not have been present to cast the -malignant lie in Mrs. Seaton's face? She had believed so fully in his faith and -honor, in his professions of love! But he was false, like all the rest of the -world, from which sweetness and life had forever fled.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, God!" she moaned. "In your Divine mercy, let me die -to-night!"</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_27" href="#div1Ref_27">CHAPTER XXVII.</a></h4> - -<h5>LEONARD RETURNS HOME.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">A revulsion took place within her which, for a few moments, -imbued her with strength. Upon a piece of blank paper she wrote the words, "I am -innocent, as Heaven is my judge. God bless you for your kindness to me--Emilia -Braham." Dark as it was she managed to form the letters fairly well, and she -laid the paper upon the dressing-table. Then despair overtook her again. What -had Mrs. Seaton said? "The whole town is talking of it. When the creature shows -her face she will meet with a proper reception." But she would not give her -revilers the opportunity of publicly hounding her down.</p> - -<p class="normal">With stealthy steps she crept into the passage. No one was -near. Softly she glided to the door. The next moment she was in the street, -flying she knew not whither. All that she was conscious of was that the -direction she was taking led her away from the town. It was her wish; no person -who knew her must ever look upon her face again. First solitude, then -death--that was her prayer. She reached the outskirts of the town and plunged -into a wood. A part of her desire was accomplished. In her flight no one had -recognized or noticed her, and now she was alone with her shame and her despair. -For the consciousness of her innocence did not sustain her. Judgment had been -pronounced; she was condemned.</p> - -<p class="normal">Meanwhile the maiden ladies, believing that Emilia was asleep, -sat in their room overcome with grief. The revelation which Mrs. Seaton had made -to them was a great shock to these simple ladies, who were almost as ignorant of -the world's bad ways and of the worst side of human nature as Emilia herself. -They did not hear the young girl's footfall in the passage, and Emilia had made -no noise in opening the street door, which she left open, fearing that the sound -of its closing would betray her. They were silent for many minutes after -Emilia's departure, and when they spoke it was in whispers.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is a frightful story," said the younger lady. "Can it be -true?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Her sister did not reply immediately; she was thinking of the -sweet and innocent face of the hapless girl, and of the impossibility that it -could be a mask to depravity. Presently she clasped her sister's hand and said:</p> - -<p class="normal">"We will not judge, dear, till we hear what she has to say."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are always right," said the younger sister, and both -experienced a feeling of relief. "Let us go to her; she may be awake."</p> - -<p class="normal">They stole into the adjoining room, and one said gently, "Are -you awake?" Then, presently, "We do not wish to disturb you."</p> - -<p class="normal">They listened in the darkness and heard no sound of breathing.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will get a candle," whispered the elder sister. Returning -with it they looked around in alarm. "She is gone! Poor child, poor child! She -must have heard what the lady said, and would not wait to be thrust forth. Oh, -sister, is it innocence or guilt?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Innocence, dear sister, innocence!" replied the younger lady, -snatching up the paper upon which Emilia had written. "See sister; 'I am -innocent, as Heaven is my judge. God bless you for your kindness to me.--Emilia -Braham.' She speaks the truth. She is innocent, she is innocent!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," said the elder sister, solemnly. "She is innocent. -Thank God!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Tears ran down their cheeks; their faith in goodness was -restored.</p> - -<p class="normal">"But where has she gone? Oh, sister, so young, so sweet, so -helpless!"</p> - -<p class="normal">They threw shawls over their shoulders, and ran to the street -door, observing that Emilia in her flight had left it open. As they stood there, -looking anxiously up and down the dark street, two gentlemen approached and -accosted them. They were Gerald and his half-brother Leonard.</p> - -<p class="normal">In explanation of their presence a retrospect of a few hours -is necessary.</p> - -<p class="normal">Leonard, having been absent upon his selfish pleasures for the -better part of a year, had returned home upon the morning of the fire. It was a -startling reception for the wanderer; regarding Gerald's money as his own his -first concern was whether the house and furniture were insured. Ascertaining -that they were, and that there would be no pecuniary loss, his next business was -to find Gerald. But in his quest he heard something more; "slander, whose edge -is sharper than the sword," was already doing its horrible work, and from one -and another he heard for the first time of the existence of Emilia and of her -having been found in Gerald's house in the middle of the night. "So," thought -he, "Gerald is no saint. Well, that sort of thing is better than marrying. I -must keep him from that, at all hazards. It seems I have come home just in -time." Soon afterward he met with Gerald, who was striving vainly to discover -where Emilia was. Despite Gerald's agitation he greeted Leonard with much -affection.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is a stroke of good fortune," he cried, "that you have -arrived to-day. I need a friend. You will help me to find Emilia."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Emilia!" echoed Leonard, pretending not to have heard her -name before.</p> - -<p class="normal">Then Gerald began to confide in him, but his story threatened -to be long, and Leonard drew him away from the curious people who thronged about -them. They went to an hotel, Leonard insisting that it would be best, for Gerald -wished to continue his inquiries for Emilia in the streets.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Be guided by me," said Leonard; "I can do what you want in -half the time that you would do it yourself. Can you not trust me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, with my life, Len," replied the warm-hearted young -fellow, and allowed himself to be persuaded. In a private room in the hotel -Leonard heard the whole story, and saw that Gerald was very much in earnest. -This did not please him, but he said not a word to Emilia's disadvantage; he was -a cunning worker, and he knew which roads were the best to compass any designs -he had in view. He no more believed in Emilia's innocence and purity than the -worst of her detractors, but he was not going to tell Gerald this. Gerald was -trying to throw dust into his eyes, but that was a game that two could play at. -With his own cynical disbelief in womanly purity he laughed at the idea of -Emilia innocently occupying Gerald's house for a whole night.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You must not be too angry with people," he said, "for -speaking against the young lady. We live in a frightfully ill-natured world."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I know, I know," groaned Gerald, "and it makes it all the -harder for my poor girl. It was I who thrust her into the position; she was -insensible when I took her into the house. Can you not see there was nothing -else to be done?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I see it of course, my boy, and I am sincerely sorry for the -pair of you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"She must be suffering agonies"----</p> - -<p class="normal">"Be reasonable, Gerald," said Leonard with affectionate -insistance; "it's a hundred to one she knows nothing of it. I must exercise my -authority as an elder brother over you, and as more of a man of the world than -you are. Now, what is it you want to do?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"To find out where she has been taken to, and to insist upon -her marrying me at once. That is the surest way to silence the slanderer. I have -done her a wrong--not wilfully, Len, you know me too well for that--and I must -repair it at the very earliest moment. Thank God she believes in me, and knows -that I am faithful and true. Oh, Len, she is an angel, the sweetest, dearest -woman that ever breathed! No man could help loving her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"From what you tell me of her, Gerald, we must proceed -carefully. A nature so sensitive as hers must be dealt with delicately. You see, -my boy, there is no disguising that if people are speaking against her, you are -the cause of it. I was wrong in saying that it's a hundred to one she knows -nothing of it; I ought to have put it the other way. Very well, then. Your -Emilia is an angel--granted; I believe every word you say of her. But she is a -woman, nevertheless, and you are responsible for dragging her name through the -mud."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Good God!" exclaimed Gerald. "You put it strongly."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am bound to do so, as the sincerest friend you have. I hope -you give me credit for being that, Gerald."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Len, if you were not here I should go distracted."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am only too glad I have come in good time to assist you. To -continue about Emilia. What does such a woman as she value most in the world? -Her good name. You have jeopardized hers, Gerald, with the best intentions I -admit, but jeopardized it is. Hearing the scandal she will naturally ask -herself, 'Why did Gerald take me into his house when I was in a fainting -condition, and unable to have a voice in the matter? Could he not have waited -till I recovered? And now see what people are saying of me? He has degraded me; -I shall never be able to look honest people in the face again.' Is it entirely -unnatural, my boy, that she should not rush into your arms when you present -yourself? Just think a bit."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have not thought of it in that light," said Gerald -ruefully.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Because you have considered it from your point of view, not -from hers. Answer me candidly. If she had been in possession of her senses would -she have consented to enter your house clandestinely with you at such an hour -last night--you, a single man, and her lover?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, I see it now. Wretch that I am! I deserved to be -pilloried for it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Don't rush into the other extreme. You acted unwisely, but -honestly." (Leonard had no more belief in the professions he was making than -Mrs. Seaton would have had, but he knew the nature of the man he was playing -upon.) "Now, what you want in this crisis is a friend like myself, who, a -stranger to your Emilia, can explain everything to her in a considerate, -sensible way. Otherwise she may refuse to have anything more to say to you."</p> - -<p class="normal">This suggestion frightened Gerald. "What do you advise me to -do?" he asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"To place yourself entirely in my hands, and let <i>me</i> -bring this unfortunate matter to a satisfactory conclusion."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will do so, Len. Thank you a thousand, thousand times. I am -eternally grateful to you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nonsense. I love you, Gerald; our interests are one. Look at -yourself in the glass; you are a perfect scarecrow."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have had no sleep since the night before last.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is that a fit condition in which to set about a task so -delicate? It would be inviting failure. First, you must have some breakfast."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I can't eat, Len."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You must. A devilled bone and a glass or two of champagne." -He rang the bell, and gave the order, and ordered also a warm bath to be -prepared. "Now, Gerald. The bath first, the devilled bone and a pint of -champagne next, and then to bed for two or three hours. When you awake, -refreshed and with a clear mind, I will tell you all about Emilia."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You will find out where she is?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will--if it is to be found out."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And you will explain everything to her?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And you will tell her I love her more devotedly than ever?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will; and that your only wish is to hear the wedding bells -ring."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You're a good fellow, Len. I can never repay you. You are my -good angel. But what a selfish brute I am, to talk only of myself and my -troubles. You cabled for money, Len, and it was sent to you. How's the -exchequer?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Thank you for the inquiry, dear boy. It never was lower. I -have been deucedly unfortunate; plunged into a land speculation which I thought -was going to make my fortune, but which cleaned me out to the last sovereign. -How on earth I made my way home I don't know. I was consoled by one reflection, -that I was coming home to the dearest brother an unfortunate devil ever had."</p> - -<p class="normal">Gerald took out his check-book and put his name to a check.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Here is a blank check, Len. Fill it in for what you like."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Good boy. I am in debt, Gerald."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Never mind; there's a balance of over two thousand in the -bank."</p> - -<p class="normal">"May I fill in for a thou----?</p> - -<p class="normal">"And welcome. I've a lot of money in securities."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I won't thank you, Gerald," said Leonard, handing the pen to -his step-brother; "you know what my feelings are toward you. Write the sum in -yourself."</p> - -<p class="normal">Gerald wrote, and gave the check back. Leonard just glanced at -it, and saw that it was drawn out for twelve hundred pounds, payable to bearer. -He passed his hand over his tearless eyes, and turned his head. A very skilful -actor indeed was Leonard Paget; he knew to a nicety the value of a light touch. -The waiter entered and said the bath was ready.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Don't bring up breakfast till I ring for it," said Leonard to -the man. "Off with you, Gerald. I give you just twenty minutes."</p> - -<p class="normal">Gerald gone, he looked at the check again. "It is only an -instalment," he murmured. "Every shilling he has belongs to me; and I mean to -have it. As for this girl--bah! They must never come together again."</p> - -<p class="normal">Upon Gerald's appearance from the bath he greeted him with a -smile. "You look twice the man you were. Now for breakfast. Tuck in, Gerald."</p> - -<p class="normal">In any other circumstances Gerald would not have been able to -eat, but with such a friend and counsellor by his side he made a tolerably good -meal. Then Leonard saw him to his bedroom, and did not leave it till the honest -fellow was in bed, and had drank another glass of champagne into which Leonard -had secretly poured a dozen drops Of a tasteless narcotic which he was in the -habit of carrying about with him to insure sleep.</p> - -<p class="normal">"That will keep him quiet for six or seven hours," he said. "I -must have a little time to myself to settle my plans."</p> - -<p class="normal">The first thing he did when he went from the hotel was to cash -the check. He was a man again, his pockets well lined, and he was ready for any -villainy. He had little difficulty in discovering where Emilia was, and in -ascertaining the character of the ladies who had given her shelter. This -knowledge conveyed with it a difficulty; the character for kind-heartedness -which he received of the maiden sisters was not favorable to his schemes, and he -deemed it best to take no definite step on this day. But he was not idle; he -learned all there was to be learned of Emilia, and, reading between the lines, -found himself confronted with fresh difficulties. It would not be easy to -deceive such a girl--a girl who might have committed an imprudence, but who was -not the artful creature he had supposed her to be. He came to the conclusion -that the love which existed between her and Gerald was a genuine, honest love. -"I must trust a little to chance," he thought. In the afternoon he returned to -the hotel. Gerald was still asleep; he waited till the evening, and then heard -Gerald moving. He went into the bedroom as Gerald jumped out of bed.</p> - -<p class="normal">"At last!" he exclaimed, before the young man could utter a -word. "I have been trying these last three hours to rouse you. How thoroughly -dead beat you must have been to have slept so long!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Gerald looked round in dismay; evening was fast deepening into -night.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What time is it, Len?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nearly eight o'clock. Do you feel refreshed?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'm a new man. How about Emilia? Have you seen her? Can I go -to her?" He dressed rapidly as he spoke.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am sorry to say," continued Leonard, "that I can obtain no -news of her. Wait yet a little while; I will go out again and endeavor to find -her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I cannot wait I will go with you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I forbid it, Gerald. You will spoil all if you don't mind. I -should not be here now, but I was getting alarmed about you. I will return in an -hour."</p> - -<p class="normal">He hastened away before Gerald could reply. "What am I to do -now?" he thought. "If Gerald makes inquiries himself he will be certain to learn -where she is. I have twelve hundred pounds in my pocket. If the devil would -range himself on my side I would give him half of it with pleasure."</p> - -<p class="normal">He little knew how near he was to the accomplishment of his -wishes. At that moment Mrs. Seaton was making her way to the house of the maiden -sisters. He himself was wending his course toward the house, moodily debating -how he could drive Emilia from it, and from the town forever. He knew all about -Mrs. Seaton and her animosity against Emilia; the woman had been pointed out to -him early in the day, and her face was familiar to him. He walked slowly, she -quickly; thus she overtook and passed him, but he had seen and recognized her. -He quickened his steps, and paused as she paused, before the house of the maiden -sisters. With unerring intuition he guessed her errand.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Are you going to see the ladies who live here, madam?" he -asked in his most respectful tone.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am, sir," she replied with asperity. "Who are you, may I -inquire?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am a stranger in the town, madam," he said, speaking with -the greatest deference. "Is it not to this place that the young person was taken -who was found in Mr. Gerald Paget's house last night?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is, and my business is to expose her. Have you any -objections?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not the slightest, madam. I think you are performing a -Christian duty."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am not obliged to you, sir," said Mrs. Seaton, haughtily. -"I am in the habit of doing my duty without being prompted. The creature who is -harbored there shall be turned adrift before many hours are over. She is a -disgrace to the neighborhood, and I will see that she is hunted out of it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Madam," said Leonard, "the whole town will be in your debt if -you rid it of the person in question, and I myself shall be deeply grateful to -you."</p> - -<p class="normal">He raised his hat and walked away, thinking, with a blithe -laugh, "The devil <i>is</i> on my side and I have the twelve hundred pounds safe -in my pocket." After this agreeable reflection he idled an hour, singing little -snatches of song to himself, and then returned to the hotel with a plausible -tale which he had invented to put Gerald off the scent till the following day, -by which time he hoped that Emilia would be gone and all traces of her lost. He -was a keen judge of human nature, and knew what effect Mrs. Seaton's calumnies -would have upon a young and sensitive girl. Her first impulse would be to fly -from a spot where she was known--to hide her face anywhere so long as it was -among strangers. With a strong, determined woman it would be different; she -would brazen it out, and, give back scorn for scorn, and although she could not -hope for victory she would have the satisfaction of saying bitter things to her -revilers. Emilia was not this kind of woman; Gerald's descriptions of her had -enabled Leonard to gauge her correctly, and to forecast how she would act in the -face of an accusation so vile and degrading. Believing firmly in the judgments -he formed of matters in which he was personally concerned, he had, therefore, -reason to congratulate himself upon the course which events had taken, and he -skipped up the steps of the hotel with a mind at ease. Its balance, however, was -disturbed when he was informed that Gerald was gone.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Did he say where he was going?" he asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, sir," was the reply.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nor when he would return?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, sir."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But he left a message for me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, sir."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Can you tell me which direction he took?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, sir."</p> - -<p class="normal">These unsatisfactory iterations produced no outward effect -upon Leonard; he was a man who never showed his hand. With a pleasant smile he -left the hotel thinking, "Now where the devil has the young fool gone? To make -inquiries for his goddess, no doubt. Does that indicate impatience merely, or -that he cannot trust me? I must no lose my hold on him. If it is necessary to -humor him, humored he shall be. There is more than one way out of a wood." As a -measure of precaution he walked in the direction of the house of the maiden -sisters, and reaching it, walked slowly back toward the hotel. This was done -with the intention of intercepting Gerald, and learning whether the young man -had discovered Emilia's refuge--in which event he was prepared to disclose that -he himself had at length discovered it, and was hurrying to his dear brother to -communicate the welcome intelligence. "By the Lord Harry," he muttered, as he -stood at the corner of the street, "here comes the young fool! It is lucky I am -prepared." He strode rapidly toward Gerald, and almost upset him in his haste.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_28" href="#div1Ref_28">CHAPTER XXVIII.</a></h4> - -<h5>THE FALSE FRIEND.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"Hallo, Gerald!" he cried. "I meet you by the most fortunate -chance. I have been hunting for you everywhere."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I could not wait for you at the hotel," said Gerald, "and had -to go out and make inquiries for myself. What is the name of this street?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Never mind the name of the street," said Leonard, jumping at -the safe conclusion. "The house is the important thing, and I have discovered -it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Where my Emilia is?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, where your Emilia is."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I also have been told where she was taken to, and I was -hurrying to her. Have you seen her, Len, have you seen her?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have not, and have not attempted to do so. You see, Gerald, -it is night, and I am a stranger to her and to the people who have taken care of -her. It will be best, after all, for you to go first, especially as you are no -longer the scarecrow you were, and will not alarm her by your haggard -appearance."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am quite fresh now. Are we going to the house?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, I am taking you there. Oh, Gerald, how I have hunted for -your Emilia! If I had been in love with her myself, if she were my sweetheart -instead of yours, I could not have worked harder to find her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am sure you could not. You are a true friend. Forgive me -for leaving the hotel; I could not bear the suspense."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You acted naturally, Gerald--as I should have done in your -place. I am something more than a friend, I am your loving brother, dear boy, -ready to go through fire and water to serve you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"God bless you, Len! Are we near the house?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"There it is, Gerald, on the opposite side, just beyond the -lamp-post."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Come, then, come!"</p> - -<p class="normal">They had scarcely started to cross the road when the -street-door was opened, and the maiden sisters appeared on the threshold, -peering up and down the street.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Which is Emilia?" asked Leonard, grasping Gerald's arm, -detaining him a moment.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Neither. Let us go to them."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is hard to say to so devoted a lover," said Leonard, "but -be a little prudent. Any appearance of violent haste might cause them to shut -the door in our faces."</p> - -<p class="normal">Thus advised Gerald curbed his impatience, and crossed the -road in a more leisurely manner. The maiden sisters started back as the two -gentlemen halted before them.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I beg your pardon," said Leonard, raising his hat; Gerald was -so agitated that he could scarcely speak; "but we have been directed here to see -a young lady who was rescued from the fire last night, and who found a refuge in -your hospitable house."</p> - -<p class="normal">"We brought Miss Braham home with us," said the elder lady, -"and are now in great distress about her. I presume you are friends of hers."</p> - -<p class="normal">"We are her most devoted friends," said Leonard, "and have -been searching for her the whole of the day. My name is Leonard Paget; this is -my brother Gerald."</p> - -<p class="normal">The sisters were standing hand in hand, and at the mention of -these names their fingers fluttered, then tightened in their clasp. Gerald found -his voice.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is she ill?" he exclaimed. "Do not hide anything from me, I -beg!"</p> - -<p class="normal">The sisters looked nervously at each other; the elder was -first to speak.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Are you aware that we have received a visit from a lady well -known in the town?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No," said Gerald. "Who is the lady and what has her visit to -do with Miss Braham?"</p> - -<p class="normal">There was a ring of genuine honesty in his voice, and it made -its impression. The elder lady touched his arm gently.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Tell me," she said, "In what special manner are you -interested in Miss Braham?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Madam," replied Gerald, "I hope very soon to have the -happiness of calling her my wife."</p> - -<p class="normal">The sisters gave each other a bright look, and the younger -lady said, "It is cold standing here, and my sister is not strong. Will you not -walk into the house?"</p> - -<p class="normal">They accepted the invitation, Gerald gladly, Leonard with -curiosity as to what the sisters meant when they said they were in great -distress about Emilia.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Excuse my impatience," said Gerald, "but I implore you to -allow me to see Miss Braham at once."</p> - -<p class="normal">Their pity for him would not admit of Emilia's departure being -immediately communicated to him; it must be led up to gently. But Gerald's -indignation would not be restrained; before the conclusion of Mrs. Seaton's -visit was recounted he interrupted the maiden sisters with the truthful version -of Emilia's misfortunes and of the unhappy circumstances which compelled him to -take her to his house a few hours before the fire. He blamed himself bitterly -for the indiscretion, but asked them what else he could have done; and they, -completely won over by his indignation and by the manifest honesty of his -professions, threw aside for once all reserve and hesitation, and boldly -declared that he could not have acted otherwise.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sister," said the elder to the younger, "the sweet young lady -deserves our deepest pity, and is worthy of our love. Mr. Paget"--turning to -Gerald--"Miss Braham will find a home here, and if she will consent, shall be -married from our house."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are angels of goodness," said the young man, "but do not -keep her from me any longer. If you do not think right that I should see her -alone, let me see her in your presence."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Alas!" said the elder lady; "she must first be found."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Found!" echoed Gerald, in bewilderment.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do not alarm yourself. The dear child cannot have gone far. -We have not finished what we have to tell you. Listen patiently to the end."</p> - -<p class="normal">When all was related Gerald stood stupefied for a few moments, -holding in his hands the pathetic vindication of her innocence which Emilia had -left behind her. Leonard was secretly exultant. Emilia was gone, and if he -assisted in the search for her she should never be found. He was confident that -she had flown from the neighborhood, and that her one desire would be to hide -herself and her shame among strangers. It was not in his nature to believe in -womanly purity, and it was not likely that he would make an exception in -Emilia's favor. She was his enemy; she stood in his path; she barred his way to -affluence; let her sink into the obscurity she was seeking.</p> - -<p class="normal">These sentiments were not expressed in his eyes, which were -full of sympathy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Come, Gerald," he said, passing his arm around the young -man's neck, "be a man. As these good ladies say, it will not be difficult to -find Emilia. Let us seek her; in an hour or two all your troubles will be over."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Your brother is right," said the elderly lady, "no time -should be lost, for the poor child must be suffering. We rejoice that you have -so true a friend to assist you. Do not desert him, sir; he is not fit to be left -alone."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Desert Gerald!" cried Leonard. "Desert my dear brother in the -hour of his distress! No, indeed. He will find me true to the last."</p> - -<p class="normal">The ladies pressed his hands, and gazed at him approvingly and -admiringly. His face beamed with earnestness and enthusiasm. He had in him a -touch of the actor's art; he was playing a part in a fine comedy of manners and -intrigue, and he thoroughly enjoyed it, and commended himself for his masterly -performance.</p> - -<p class="normal">The maiden sisters saw the brothers to the street door, and -impressed upon them that Emilia should be brought to their house at the earliest -opportunity, and that her room would be ready for her.</p> - -<p class="normal">Then commenced Gerald's search for Emilia, a search not only -without a clue to guide him, but with a cunning man at his elbow, suggesting -that they should go here and there, where he was certain there was chance of -finding her. There were times, however, when Gerald himself said he would go to -such and such a house and make inquiries, and Leonard never opposed him. It was -his one wish to keep Gerald in the town, and he breathed no hint of his -conviction that Emilia had flown from it. Everything was against Gerald; it was -late when the search commenced, and at an hour past midnight he and Leonard -stood in the quiet streets, gazing at each other, Gerald helplessly, Leonard -inquiringly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Where now, Gerald?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"God knows! I think I am losing my mind."</p> - -<p class="normal">"May I make a suggestion, dear boy?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, Len."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You will not think it treason; you will not blame me for -importing a little common-sense into our sad position?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"How can I blame you, Len--you, the truest friend that a man -ever had? Do not think me ungrateful. I have only one desire in life--to find -Emilia. I can think of nothing but her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Then I may make my suggestion?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Understand, Gerald, that I make it entirely in Emilia's -interests."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I do, Len."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our best plan will be to go to the hotel and jump into -bed----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Len!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"There, I knew you would storm at me; but just be reasonable."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I can't be reasonable. I must find Emilia."</p> - -<p class="normal">"All right, dear boy. I'll stand by you till I drop. Which way -shall we turn?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Gerald, in response to this heartless question, led the way -aimlessly down one street, up another, and on and on, Leonard trudging by his -side, and neither of them speaking a word. At last Gerald stopped, and gazed -pitifully around; his eyes fell upon Leonard, who, conscious that the gaze was -coming, and timing it, closed his with an air of pathetic weariness.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are tired, Len."</p> - -<p class="normal">Leonard instantly opened his eyes, and said briskly, "Tired, -dear boy! Not a bit of it. What should make me tired? Come along, old fellow. -Let's be moving."</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, Len, I don't see much use in it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is not I who say that, Gerald."</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, it is myself. What o'clock is that striking?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Leonard put up his finger, and they listened to the chiming of -the bells.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Two o'clock, Gerald."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What is Emilia doing now?" murmured Gerald, more to himself -than to his companion.</p> - -<p class="normal">"She is asleep, I should say."</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, Len. I know her better than you do. She is awake, -thinking of me, as I am thinking of her. You are some years older than I, dear -brother; have you ever been in love?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, Gerald," replied Leonard, quietly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"And you are still unmarried," said Gerald, pityingly. "How -did it end?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do not ask me, Gerald."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Forgive me; it is a painful remembrance. She is dead?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Leonard did not reply, and Gerald repeated,</p> - -<p class="normal">"She is dead? I am sorry, very sorry."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You need not be. She lives."</p> - -<p class="normal">"How did it happen? You were true to her, I am sure."</p> - -<p class="normal">"For heaven's sake, Gerald, do not force me to answer you. Let -us talk of something else."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I open my heart to you," said Gerald, with sad insistence, -"and you close yours to me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You cut me to the quick. Yes, I was true to her, but she was -not true to me. There is the tragedy or the comedy--which you like, -Gerald--related in less than a dozen words. It is a story which all men live to -tell--all men, I mean, with the exception of yourself."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am a selfish brute, to compel you to expose your wounds. -Poor Len! If she had been like my Emilia you would not have had to tell the -tale. We can do nothing more to-night."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nothing that I can see."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am so full of my own grief that I forget to sympathize with -yours, but I am truly sorry for you. At this moment Emilia is thinking of me; -there is a spiritual whisper in the air which assures me of this. Would it be -really best to go back to the hotel?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It would be wisest, both for your sake and for Emilia's. -Early in the morning we can commence again. Gerald, to stop out any longer would -be folly. You would not dare to knock at the door of any house at this hour and -inquire for Emilia; it would be the ruin of her. You have her honor to guard, as -well as your own happiness to look after."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am blind, and utterly, utterly selfish. Heaven has sent you -to guide and counsel me. Yes, we will go."</p> - -<p class="normal">They returned to the hotel, and Gerald gave directions that he -should be called early in the morning. He and Leonard wished each other -good-night, and retired to their separate rooms. As Leonard undressed he -chuckled at the successful progress he had made. Everything had worked in his -favor, and would so work to the end. He had no doubt of that, with his hand on -the wheel. So he closed his eyes, and went to sleep contented and happy.</p> - -<p class="normal">Gerald stood by the window and thought of Emilia. To-morrow -they would be together; to-morrow all would be well. He threw the window open -and looked out. Could his sight have reached the distance he would have seen a -pitiful figure staggering on through country roads, stopping ever and anon to -recover her breath, then starting feverishly on again, with panting bosom and -streaming eyes, mournfully grateful for the darkness that encompassed her, and -dreading the coming day. Slander's foul work was being accomplished. Dark as it -was, Emilia saw the malignant eyes; silent as it was, she heard the hard voices. -On and on she stumbled, praying for rest. Gerald was false; she did not care to -live.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_29" href="#div1Ref_29">CHAPTER XXIX.</a></h4> - -<h5>ON THE TRACK.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">As early, as practicable in the morning Gerald was astir, -continuing his inquiries for the missing girl. Leonard, of course, accompanied -him, with the pretence of being very busy and as anxious as Gerald for the -success of the search, but inwardly fuming at his step-brother's activity. His -spirits rose as hour after hour passed fruitlessly by; his hopeful anticipations -were being realized; Emilia was gone, never to return again.</p> - -<p class="normal">At three o'clock in the afternoon Gerald came to a standstill. -The tortures he was suffering were reflected in his face.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Poor boy, poor boy!" said Leonard, in his gentlest tone. "I -can truly sympathize with you, Gerald."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I know, Len, I know," said Gerald. "Let me think quietly; -don't speak to me. Something must be done; something shall be done. It weighs -like a sin upon my soul that I have driven my dear girl to misery. What must she -think of me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">All at once an inspiration fell upon him; his face lighted up; -he spoke with hope and animation.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Fool that I am," he cried, "to trust myself. I am going to my -lawyers; if you care to come with me, Len----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Of course I care to come with you," interrupted Leonard. "But -why to your lawyers? They cannot assist you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"They can," said Gerald, in a decided tone; and they proceeded -to the office arm-in-arm.</p> - -<p class="normal">In a private interview with the head of the firm, at which -Leonard was present, Gerald explained what he wanted. The firm was to set all -their machinery to work at once to discover where Emilia had flown to; -everything was to be done very quietly, and no expense was to be spared. When -the young girl was found she was not to be informed that a search had been made -for her, but she was to be carefully and secretly watched, and Gerald was to be -immediately communicated with. That done, and Gerald conducted to the house in -which Emilia had sought refuge, the business entrusted to the lawyers was -concluded. Gerald left with the head of the firm a check for a large amount, in -proof that he was thoroughly in earnest; and it was arranged that he or Leonard, -or both of them, should return to their hotel and wait for news.</p> - -<p class="normal">"If it is in the middle of the night," said Gerald, "let me -know. Not a moment must be lost."</p> - -<p class="normal">Then the step-brothers left the office and walked to their -hotel. Leonard inwardly gave Gerald credit for being much more practical than he -had imagined, but still hoped that his good luck would follow him, and that the -business would fail. To Gerald the misery of entrusting the task to other hands -lay in the necessity of his remaining inactive himself; but although he would -not leave the hotel for fear that a messenger from the lawyers might arrive in -his absence, he could not endure to remain idle. He sent a note to the kind -maiden ladies who had sheltered Emilia, and received one in reply, to the effect -that they had heard nothing of the lost girl; and at least once in every hour he -despatched a communication to the lawyers, to which the invariable answer was -that the inquiry was proceeding, but no clue had yet been discovered. Gerald did -not undress that night; he slept fitfully in an arm-chair. Leonard prepared for -any sacrifice in the furtherance of his own interests, took off his coat and -waistcoat, and made himself as comfortable as he could with wraps and rugs on a -sofa in the same room in which Gerald passed the night. Gerald urged him to go -to bed, but he would not.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is not right," said the unhappy young man, "that you -should share my fatigue and troubles. Go and have a good night's rest."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I distinctly decline," replied Leonard, in an affectionate -tone. "Your troubles are my troubles, and I feel them almost as deeply as -yourself. My name is Thorough."</p> - -<p class="normal">"There is no other man like you, I believe," said Gerald. "I -will try and repay you one day."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You shall repay me one day," thought Leonard, "and whatever I -get will be richly earned."</p> - -<p class="normal">Aloud, he said, "The only repayment I ask, my dear boy, is to -see you happy with your Emilia. There, let us say no more about it. If you want -me in the night you have only to call me, you will find me ready for anything."</p> - -<p class="normal">Gerald woke a dozen times before daylight, and moved gently -about so that he should not disturb his noble friend. He stole down to the night -porter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"No one has come for me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No one, sir."</p> - -<p class="normal">"If anyone calls send him to me instantly."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, sir."</p> - -<p class="normal">It was a fortunate night for the porter, the tips he received -from the distracted young man making a very handsome total. Gerald was grateful -when morning broke. It would not be long before Emilia was in his arms. He made -an effort to repair the disorder in his clothes and appearance, and long before -the door of the lawyers' office was open one of his messengers was waiting for -tidings. Still the same answer, always the same answer; no traces of Emilia had -been found. He paced the room with the restlessness of a wild animal.</p> - -<p class="normal">Once he stopped, and leaning heavily on Leonard's shoulder, -whispered, "If she should be dead! Good God, if she should be dead!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"So much the better for everybody," thought Leonard, as he -passed his arm round Gerald's waist and endeavored to soothe him.</p> - -<p class="normal">At noon the lawyer paid Gerald a visit.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You have brought me news?" cried Gerald.</p> - -<p class="normal">"None of a satisfactory nature," replied the lawyer. "We have -ascertained for certain that the young lady is not in the town."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But when she left the house in which she was sheltered," said -Leonard, for Gerald was too overpowered to speak, "someone must have seen her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"If so," said the lawyer, "we have not discovered the person, -who has a good reason for coming forward, as we have offered handsome rewards -for definite information of any kind concerning her. However, we have now taken -other steps, and it is for the purpose of making Mr. Paget acquainted with them -that I have paid this visit."</p> - -<p class="normal">He paused, and Gerald motioned to him to continue.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Being convinced that Miss Braham has left the town, we have -despatched agents in every direction to track her down. These agents understand -that they are to pursue their mission in the most delicate manner, and they are -instructed to keep in regular telegraphic communication with us. My errand here -is to communicate these proceedings to you, and to advise patience and"--with a -significant look at Gerald--"peace of mind."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I shall not know peace," said Gerald, "till she is found."</p> - -<p class="normal">"All that is humanly possible is being done; we can do no -more."</p> - -<p class="normal">It was poor comfort, and it did not diminish the young man's -distress. The lawyer remained for a few minutes longer, and then took his -departure. The day waned, and the night, without any tidings, and on the -following morning despair seemed to have reached its height in Gerald's mind.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Upon my soul," thought Leonard, "I think he is going mad. -Well, that would not be a bad ending to this insane hunt. I should be his -guardian, and should know how to take care of him--and his money. His? No, mine, -by the laws of nature."</p> - -<p class="normal">During this day copies of telegrams received by the lawyers -were sent to Gerald, but not one of them satisfactory.</p> - -<p class="normal">"She is lost to me forever," groaned Gerald.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Amen!" thought Leonard.</p> - -<p class="normal">Early the next morning, however, a telegram was handed in with -these words, "On the track." The lawyer hastened to Gerald.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is from one of our best men," he said. "Something will be -known in the course of the day."</p> - -<p class="normal">But it was not till another night had passed that Gerald -learned where Emilia was.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_30" href="#div1Ref_30">CHAPTER XXX.</a></h4> - -<h5>THE FLIGHT AND THE RESCUE.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">The terrors of the night on which Emilia fled to escape from -her traducers produced an indelible effect upon her mind. Often in afterlife, -when the brief gleam of sunshine she was destined to enjoy had died away, did -she reflect with shudders upon the experiences of those few pregnant hours. From -the moment of her departure until sunrise flooded the land with light, but -brought only a deeper anguish to her soul, there was an interval of darkness -lasting barely seven hours, but it seemed to her that it might have been seven -times seven, so heavily charged were the minutes with black woe. Feeble as she -was, and fragile as was her frame, she travelled a surprising distance during -these interminable hours. When, compelled by exhaustion to rest, she had so far -recovered as to be able to proceed, she ran with fleet foot to make up for lost -time, until, breathless and panting, she came to a standstill, and caught at the -nearest object for support, generally a fence or the branch of a tree. Sometimes -she caught at shadows and fell, and lay supine awhile, to rise again in -ever-growing despair and continue her flight; but moral forces are powerless -against the forces of physical nature, and shortly after sunrise her strength -gave way, and now when she fell she was unable from exhaustion to rise. She -might have been able to continue her flight for still a brief space, had she not -been climbing a hill, the exertion of which completely overpowered her. The spot -upon which she fell commanded a view of a river. It stretched to the north and -south of her, and in its waters were mirrored the gorgeous splendors of the -rising sun. She did not see it at first, for it came into view only at the point -she had reached; lower down the hill it was not visible to sight.</p> - -<p class="normal">Presently, opening her eyes, she saw the jewelled shadows -playing on the surface, and they so distressed her--yearning as she was for -peace and rest--that her eyelids drooped, and she turned her head to avoid a -picture which in happier circumstances she would have gazed upon with delight. -But she knew the river was there.</p> - -<p class="normal">For full half an hour she lay with her eyes closed, struggling -with a horrible temptation. Then she turned to the water, struggled into a -sitting posture, and gazed with wild eyes upon it. Not voluntarily and of her -own free will; some evil spiritual power within her compelled her to do so.</p> - -<p class="normal">It was quieter now. The gorgeous colors had died out of the -skies and the river was in repose. "Come," it whispered, "come to my embrace, -and end your woes." But the strong religious instinct within her enabled her to -struggle with the frightful suggestion. "No, no!" she murmured, feebly putting -her hands together. "Help me, dear Lord, to avoid the crime!" Her appeal did not -banish the silent voices which urged her to seek oblivion, and, in oblivion, -peace. How the struggle would have ended it is difficult to say, had not her -fate been taken out of her own hands.</p> - -<p class="normal">There came to her ears the crack of a whip and the sound of a -human voice urging horses up the hill. She bowed her head upon her lap to hide -her face from the stranger who was approaching her.</p> - -<p class="normal">He was an old man in charge of a wagon and a team of horses. -The cattle were willing enough, and fresh for their day's work, and it was only -from habit that their driver was shouting words of encouragement to them. They -reached the summit of the hill, and the wagoner, merciful to his beasts, eased -them a bit. It was then his eyes fell upon the form of Emilia. He approached her -and laid his hand upon her shoulder. She shivered and shrank from his touch. At -this human contact, the first she had experienced since her flight from the -house of the maiden sisters, there seemed to come upon her a more complete -consciousness of the shame and degradation into which she had been thrust. That -it was unmerited mattered not. It clung to her, and was proclaimed in her face. -How, then, could she raise her head to meet the gaze of any human being?</p> - -<p class="normal">"In trouble, my lass?" asked the wagoner, kindly. With but an -imperfect observation of her, he knew that she was young.</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia made no reply, but let her shoulder droop, so that his -hand might not touch her.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Can I help you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">No sound, and now no further movement, from the hapless girl. -He lingered a moment or two longer, and then slowly left her. Giving the word, -his team began to descend the hill. But at the bottom of the descent, with a -level road before him, he pulled up his cattle again, and turned with sad eyes -to the spot where he had left Emilia, who was hidden from his sight.</p> - -<p class="normal">This man had a history--as what man has not?--and it is -probable that Emilia was saved from suicide by the remembrance of the most -dolorous experience in his life. He was nearer seventy than sixty years of age, -but he was strong and lusty still, and his heart had not been soured or -embittered by trouble. The story of his special grief is a common one enough, -and can be narrated in a few words. He was a married man, and his old wife was -waiting at home for him, five and thirty miles away. Children had they none, but -thirty years ago they had a daughter, who left them secretly upon the persuasion -of a scoundrel. The villain took her to London, and after she had enjoyed a -brief spell of false happiness she found herself deserted and friendless. In her -despair she crept back to the home of which she had been the joy, but she had -not the courage to enter it and beg for forgiveness. Her body was discovered in -a river hard by, and in her pocket a letter to her parents, relating her story, -and praying them to think kindly of her. That is all.</p> - -<p class="normal">It was the memory of this daughter that caused the wagoner to -turn toward Emilia. Perhaps the poor girl was in a strait similar to that of his -own lost child. Had <i>she</i> met a kind heart, had a helping hand been -stretched out to her, she might have been saved to them, might have been living -at this very day to comfort and cheer her aged parents. He would make another -effort to ascertain the trouble of the lonely girl who had shrunk from his -touch. Up the hill he climbed, having no fear for his horses, who would only -start again at the sound of his voice.</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia had risen to her feet, and her trembling hands were -extended to the river, as though to push it from her, while her form swayed -toward it. He saw her face now, and his heart beat with pity for her. It may -have been fancy, but he fancied he saw in her a resemblance to his lost child. -So engrossed was Emilia in the terrible struggle that was raging in her soul -that she was not aware she was observed until the wagoner seized her arm, and -said,</p> - -<p class="normal">"My dear, let me help you in your trouble."</p> - -<p class="normal">It was like the voice of an angel who had come to her rescue. -She threw her arms about him, and cried, in a voice of exhaustion:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Save me, save me!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's what I've come for, my dear," said the wagoner, holding -her up. "Where is your home?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Home!" she echoed, hysterically, "I have none! I am alone in -the world--alone, alone!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No father or mother?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"None."</p> - -<p class="normal">"No friends?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"None--not one."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What can I do for you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Take me from the river. Hark! Do you not hear what it is -whispering to me? I am exhausted; my strength is gone, and I can no longer -resist. If you leave me here I shall die!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"But you do not know where I am going."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It does not matter. Anywhere, anywhere, so that I can have -rest. Hide me--hide me! Oh, my heart, my heart!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Upon this she burst into a passionate fit of weeping, and the -good wagoner saw that she was not in a fit state to answer further questions. -Endeavoring to calm her, he assisted her down the hill to where his team was -standing, but before they reached it she swooned. It was not an easy task to -lift her into the shelter of his wagon, but he managed it, and made up a bed of -straw upon which he laid her. Then he started his horses again, and was careful -to avoid ruts, in order not to jolt his fair guest too roughly. He had the whole -day before him, and it would do if he reached his home before night. Now and -again he mounted the wagon to look at Emilia, and was concerned that he could -obtain no coherent words from her. The poor girl's trials had produced their -effect upon her weak frame, and she was fast relapsing into delirium. All that -he could distinguish in her feverish mutterings were the words, "I am innocent, -I am innocent! I have done no wrong. God will speak for me!" Even these pathetic -utterances came from her at intervals, and he had to piece them together. Her -youth and beauty deeply impressed the kind-hearted man, and he did not regret -the course he had taken. In the middle of the day he arrived at a village, and -gave his horses two hours' rest. He utilized these two hours by hunting up a -doctor, who, feeling Emilia's pulse and putting his hand on her hot forehead, -said, "She is in a high state of fever. The only thing you can do is to get her -home as quickly as possible." He believed her to be the wagoner's daughter, and -he gave the old man a draught which Emilia was to be persuaded to take, should -she have an interval of consciousness before they reached their journey's end. -The wagoner's anxiety now was to get home as soon as possible, and the roads -being good he put his horses to a trot. At six o'clock in the evening the -journey was over, and the team stood at the door of his cottage. His old wife -ran out to greet him, and he rapidly explained to her what he had done, and why -he had done it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Was it right, mother?" he asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">The tears rushed to her eyes. It was thirty years since he had -addressed her by that endearing term, and she thought, as he had thought, of the -daughter they had lost in the time gone by. There are memories that never die.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Quite right, John," murmured the old woman, and together they -carried Emilia into their cottage and laid her upon a bed. There the wagoner -left his wife to attend to the young girl; he had his horses to look after, and -when this was done he returned to the cottage, to find Emilia undressed and in -bed, with the old woman standing by her side.</p> - -<p class="normal">"We must have a doctor, John," she said, and away he went for -one.</p> - -<p class="normal">The report was not favorable; Emilia was prostrate, and now -that the strain was over a dangerous reaction had set in. The doctor gave it as -his opinion that she would not be well for weeks, and so it proved. But long -before she was convalescent Gerald, accompanied by Leonard, made his appearance, -and thus the unfortunate girl had near her one enemy and three friends. Which -side would triumph in the end?</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_31" href="#div1Ref_31">CHAPTER XXXI.</a></h4> - -<h5>LIGHT SHINES THROUGH THE DARK CLOUDS.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">Leonard cursed his ill luck, cursed Gerald for his -infatuation, cursed Emilia for stepping in to spoil his plans, cursed the -wagoner and his wife for their kindness toward her--in short, cursed everything -and everybody except himself, whom he regarded as the person who was being -wronged in the affair. But he wore a constant smile upon his lips, his words -were honey, and the consideration he expressed for Emilia was perfect in its -way. Sometimes when he spoke of her it was in a choked voice, and he was -certainly successful in deceiving everyone around him. His one hope now was that -Emilia would die, and could he have done so without risk to himself, he would -cheerfully have given her a cup of poison to bring about that consummation.</p> - -<p class="normal">Gerald's great grief was that Emilia did not recognize him. -Indeed, she knew no one. Even when she was able to move about her mind was a -blank. She allowed him to take her hand in his, and to retain it, but to the -tender pressure of his fingers she made no response. They took woodland rambles -together, hand in hand, and she gathered wild flowers which she arranged -afterward in the cottage. She listened to all he said, nodding her head gently -from time to time in a manner which made his heart beat with hope that she -understood what he was speaking of. Of course the subject-matter, when -originated by Gerald, was personal. He dilated upon his love for her, and -explained again and again how it was that he had not come to her the day after -the fire; and when he finished she gazed at him with a pitiful smile on her lips -and a vacant look in her eyes, which proved too well that his words had fallen -upon ears insensible to their meaning. Upon abstract matters she was more -intelligent. She loved the animals about the cottage, and the dumb creatures -loved her and obeyed her least motion; she loved the flowers that were gathered, -but Gerald observed with pain that she tended with care only those she gathered -herself. When he gave her any she accepted them gently, but presently they -dropped from her hand, and she made no effort to pick them up. "I have wrecked -her reason," he groaned. "Monster that I am, I have ruined my dear girl's life!" -As for Leonard, he derived some satisfaction from what was transpiring. "She is -drifting into a confirmed idiot," he thought. "It is not so good as getting rid -of her altogether, but I am grateful for small mercies."</p> - -<p class="normal">It had been arranged between Gerald and Leonard that a certain -secrecy should be observed in their proceedings. Leonard did not exactly know -how this would be to his advantage, but he had a dim idea that it might be so -turned, and that at all events it would be better than making a full disclosure -of all that had transpired. When Leonard mooted the plan Gerald asked what would -be the good of it, and Leonard answered:</p> - -<p class="normal">"My poor boy! What a simpleton you are, and how little you -know the world. It is the publicity of the thing that has driven Emilia to the -injudicious course she has pursued, for I do not disguise from you that it would -have been far better for her had she remained to face matters boldly."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was impossible she should do so," said Gerald. "My dear -girl's nature is far too sensitive and delicate to cope with such snakes in the -grass as Mrs. Seaton."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Granted; but although there would have been suffering, I -still maintain it would have been the better course. I repeat that it is the -publicity of the unfortunate affair that has directed her movements. Would she -have run away, had she not been found in your house?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, she would have had no motive for doing so."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Exactly; and the motive that urged her on was the publicity -of the thing. You would only be adding to her unhappiness by making affairs -still more public. Scandal is a feminine bird with a thousand pairs of wings, my -boy, and she would fly here, and render Emilia's life intolerable. There is -nothing that people enjoy so much. Every man's door flies open when she knocks, -and if it should chance to remain shut the jade creeps in through the crevices. -Emilia would not thank you if she discovered that it was through you she was -being pursued by the wretched innuendoes circulated by Mrs. Seaton. Let sleeping -dogs lie. And bear in mind that Emilia has made things a hundred times worse by -running away from her enemies."</p> - -<p class="normal">"How so?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"She has left them in possession of the field, and therefore -in the position of victors. I am not speaking from my heart, but with the usual -worldly tongue, which I most heartily despise, when I say that Emilia's flight -is in itself an admission of guilt. It is really so, Gerald. She has piled -difficulty upon difficulty, and you must not assist her in the work. Her -sensitive nature, yes, I grant you all that, but it is for the man to be strong -and wise, and to let his actions be guided by a cool brain."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are a true counsellor, Leonard. But for you Heaven knows -to what a pass we should be driven. Still it sounds cruel."</p> - -<p class="normal">"We must be cruel only to be kind, dear boy. The people in -these parts are like people in our own town, like people all over the world. -There isn't a pin to choose between them. So for your Emilia's sake we will be -mum."</p> - -<p class="normal">So it was settled. Had Leonard had his wish, their names would -have been concealed and they would have adopted others; but to this Gerald would -not consent. Leonard was secretly exultant, although, as has been said, he did -not exactly know how it would be of advantage to him. But he did know that -secrecy would make matters worse for Emilia instead of better, and that when her -acquaintances became aware of the plan adopted--as become aware they should if -the necessity arose--it would place another weapon in their hands against her.</p> - -<p class="normal">Thus six weeks passed, and Emilia remained in the same -condition. Leonard wondered for how much longer they were going to stop. The -quietude of the place palled upon him; there were no amusements, no society, and -Gerald being with him, he was compelled to be on his best behavior. He longed -for the busy world and its pleasures and excitements. He ventured to speak to -Gerald about their stay.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I shall not leave," said Gerald, "until Emilia is better, or -until we are married."</p> - -<p class="normal">This staggered Leonard. "Surely," he said, "you have no notion -of marrying her while she remains as she is?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"If it were possible," said Gerald, very seriously, "I should -not hesitate. Leonard, my dear brother, you are my superior in every way, but at -least in this affair I know what is right. Leave me here to myself, then. Why -should I condemn you to a life which must be intolerably dull to you? You have -already assisted me in a manner which no other man in the world could or would -have done, and to my last hour I shall be grateful to you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I shall not leave your side," said Leonard, pressing his -hand, "until you drive me from you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That will be never," said Gerald, affectionately. "Leonard, -with your worldly wisdom, can you suggest any plan by which Emilia's mind could -be restored to her?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"None, my dear boy."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The doctor who attends her," said Gerald, in a musing tone, -"is a worthy gentleman, but there may be cleverer than he to be found in -cities."</p> - -<p class="normal">"So far as I can see," said Leonard, much disturbed by this -observation, "he has done all that is possible in such a case."</p> - -<p class="normal">"There will be no harm in my having a conversation with him. I -shall go at once."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am with you, Gerald, if you want me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I always want you, my dear brother. Let us go."</p> - -<p class="normal">They found the doctor, an elderly gentleman, at home, and he -received them politely, but not exactly with cordiality. They fell immediately -into conversation about Emilia, but both Leonard and Gerald observed that the -doctor expressed himself with marked reserve. At length he seemed to arrive at a -certain resolution, and, with a significant look at Leonard, he said:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Would you mind leaving your brother and me in private a -while?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not at all," replied Leonard, somewhat startled. "If there is -any particular reason for it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have a particular reason," said the doctor, "or I should -not request it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What do you say, Gerald?" asked Leonard.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The doctor wishes it," said Gerald.</p> - -<p class="normal">Leonard rose, and went to the door. Gerald ran after him into -the passage and whispered, "I will tell you everything that passes, Leonard. You -must not be hurt."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nothing can hurt me that is for your good," said Leonard. "I -will walk up and down the street, and wait till you come out." He was furious -with the doctor. "Officious fool!" he muttered when he was outside. "What -mischief will he be up to?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Now," said the doctor, when Gerald rejoined him, "I can speak -more freely. I have nothing whatever to say against your brother----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nothing can be said against him," interrupted Gerald, warmly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is pleasant to see the affection that exists between you," -remarked the doctor; "but he is not the young lady's lover."</p> - -<p class="normal">"No," said Gerald, "I am."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is for that reason," said the doctor, with a slight frown, -"that I desire to confer with you alone. Young gentleman, it is my intention to -speak very plainly to you. You are the young lady's lover, you declare. Her -honorable lover, may I ask?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Her honorable lover," replied Gerald, "as I am a gentleman."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Declared and accepted?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Declared and accepted."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Have you any objection to my saying what is in my mind?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not the slightest."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You love her honorably. Therefore you would do much to -restore her to health?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I would give all I possess in the world. I would sacrifice my -life for her dear sake."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are rich?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am very well-to-do."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Have you a thousand a-year?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Three, at least, and funds in hand besides."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What is the young lady's income?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"She has none."</p> - -<p class="normal">"She is poor, then?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And friendless?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"With the exception of ourselves and two good maiden ladies -who have known her only for a day, she has no friends."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nor family--parents, I mean, brothers and sisters?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"She has none."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Your frank answers make my task easier, but at the same time -do not remove my doubts. I am taking the liberty of an old man, for I am old -enough to be your grandfather. The young lady interests me greatly, and all that -I know of her I have learned from the good people who, perfect strangers to her, -have taken her to their bosoms with as much sincerity and almost as much -affection as if she were a child of their own."</p> - -<p class="normal">"God bless them for it!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"They have told me all they know. It is very little. Shortly -after being taken into their hospitable house, you and your brother present -yourselves. You are not related to her in any way--interrupt me if I am -wrong--and you at once place yourself on terms of loving intimacy with her. You -walk with her, hand in hand, you conduct yourself as a lover toward her. Your -behavior places her in an equivocal position--I have no hesitation in saying so -much--and I, an old-fashioned gentleman, with old-fashioned notions of honor, -regard your proceedings with disfavor. The restoration of her health is placed -in my hands, and I, a physician of some experience, find in the patient herself -obstacles which it is out of my power to surmount. You two gentlemen do not -assist me in the least; you give no information concerning her which may assist -me in the duty devolving upon me as a professional man. For there is here some -mental disturbance, the result of a severe shock, I judge to her heart and -feelings, of which I am in complete ignorance, and which renders me practically -powerless. Nevertheless, the interest she has created in me causes me to make a -study of the case, and I have a vague notion that I could find a road to a cure -if I were in possession of the particulars of her history. Control your -excitement."</p> - -<p class="normal">But Gerald was not to be restrained. He started to his feet, -and bending toward the doctor, said, in his most earnest tone:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Doctor, there is no fee you can name which I should deem too -high if you can restore the mind of my dear girl."</p> - -<p class="normal">"My fee," said the doctor, dryly, "is half-a-crown a visit, -medicine included, and the poor young lady is in no position to pay even so -small a bill."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am responsible for everything."</p> - -<p class="normal">"From you, as matters stand, I should decline to accept a -penny. You are acquainted with the story of the young girl's life?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have no right to force your confidence. If you choose to -confide in me, I may be able to do as I have said."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will tell you everything unreservedly," said Gerald, "on -the understanding that it does not pass your lips to another person."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Let it be so," said the doctor, after a little pause, "for -the young lady's sake."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is for her sake," said Gerald, "that I exact the pledge of -secrecy."</p> - -<p class="normal">Then he began the story, and related it faithfully, down to -the smallest detail. It occupied him some time, but the doctor did not once -interrupt him, but kept his eyes fixed upon Gerald's face, his own growing -brighter and brighter as the young man proceeded. The story finished, there was -silence for a minute or two, during which the doctor sat with his head resting -in his hand.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is there hope, doctor?" cried Gerald, the first to speak. -"Tell me, is there hope?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"There is," replied the doctor, removing his hand. "The road -is open to you if you will take it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Does it, then, depend upon me?" exclaimed Gerald.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Upon you, and upon no other man. It is my firm belief that -from the moment you take her in your arms and whisper the word, 'Wife,' the cure -will be commenced. The windows of her mind, of her heart, will be opened for the -light, and it will shine upon her soul, which will leap up exultant in the -knowledge that she stands purified in her own eyes and in the eyes of the world. -The stain that now lies upon her, the heartless, merciless, unjust degradation -which has been forced upon her, have weighed her down, have clouded her mind. -And let me tell you that God has been merciful in this visitation. Had she -recovered her reason, and with her reason, the consciousness of her shame, she -might have gone mad from the horror of it. She is in your hands now, not in -mine."</p> - -<p class="normal">He spoke solemnly, but no less solemnly than Gerald when he -said, "As I deal by her, may I be dealt by! how can I atone quickly for the -unconscious suffering I have inflicted upon her? Is a marriage in church -possible?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"In her present state I fear not," said the doctor, "and I -consider it vital that there should be no delay, for she is sinking into -melancholia, from which she would never emerge. The registry office is open to -you, and a marriage there is as binding as a marriage at the altar."</p> - -<p class="normal">Gerald's joy at the suggestion was unutterable. All he could -do was to seize the good doctor's hands and press them convulsively, and mutter -incoherent words of gratitude. The doctor understood him, however, and smiled -brightly upon him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"One word more of advice," he said. "On the day you and my -patient are married, take her away immediately. Do not tarry here an hour. Have -all your preparations made, and start at once for France, or Italy, or -Switzerland. Let her move among new scenes--they will help her to forget her -misery, and will bring back memories of a happiness she believes is lost to her -forever. There, there. Go now, and see about it. A gentleman offers you his -hand."</p> - -<p class="normal">They shook hands cordially, and Gerald hastened away.</p> - -<p class="normal">Leonard banished the gloomy look from his face when Gerald -came from the house, but when he heard what Gerald had to tell him he was seized -with consternation. All his fine plans were about to be upset, and he was -powerless. He recognized instantly that nothing he could say would stop the -marriage, and that there was no alternative but to keep Gerald bound to him, and -to do whatever was required. But fair as was his face, smooth as were his words, -his heart was as the heart of a demon, and he was already at work, scheming for -the future, scheming for the destruction of honest love and happiness.</p> - -<p class="normal">Gerald found no difficulties in the way. The doctor's -assistance rendered everything easy. In fifteen days from that on which he had -made a confident of the good doctor Gerald and Emilia were on their way to the -registry office.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You understand, Emilia," he said. "We are to be married this -morning."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, Gerald," she said softly, "I understand."</p> - -<p class="normal">It was Gerald's wish that no one should accompany them to the -office. The witnesses, of whom there were three--Leonard, the doctor, and the -old wagoner--were to wait for the couple, and to make no demonstration whatever. -The ceremony was to be perfectly quiet, and the registrar with a twenty-pound -fee, managed this so perfectly that not a soul in the place with the exception -of those present at the marriage, was aware that it was being performed.</p> - -<p class="normal">When Emilia said to Gerald, "Yes, Gerald I understand," he -looked with heartfelt hope and gladness into her face. There was already a new -note in her voice; her soul was struggling to the light. They passed a poor -woman with a baby in her arms and some withered violets in her hand. Emilia -turned and gazed at the poor creature and the infant. Gerald took some gold -pieces from his pocket and pressed them into Emilia's hand. She gave him a sweet -look. The light was coming.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Will you sell me two bunches of your violets?" said Emilia.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Take them, my lady; two bunches for a penny."</p> - -<p class="normal">The woman held out her hand, but Emilia, before she paid for -the flowers stooped and kissed the little child. Then she dropped the gold -pieces into the woman's palm.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, my God!" cried the woman, with a bewildered look, her -fingers closing tightly on the gold.</p> - -<p class="normal">As they walked along Emilia gave Gerald one of the bunches of -the withered violets, which he put into his buttonhole, and she pinned the other -bunch to the bosom of her dress. Then she lowered her head and touched Gerald's -hand with her lips.</p> - -<p class="normal">"My darling, my darling," murmured Gerald, with moist eyes, -"may I live to brighten all your future life!"</p> - -<p class="normal">The ceremony was performed. Gerald placed the ring on Emilia's -finger. She caught her breath, and pressed her bosom with her right hand, -holding out her left.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Be brave!" whispered Gerald. "My dear wife!"</p> - -<p class="normal">The light had come: It shone in her eyes, in her face, it -irradiated her whole form. For the second time she lowered her head, and kissed -the hand of her faithful lover.</p> - -<p class="normal">In a sequestered spot, at some distance from the registry -office, two carriages were waiting, one for Emilia and her husband, one for -Leonard. There had been a brief parting between Emilia and the wagoner and his -good wife, who had kissed her and bade her farewell. Then came Gerald's parting -from those friends and from the doctor. He left with that worthy man two checks, -the first being for the exact amount of the doctor's account, calculated at -half-a-crown a visit--he would accept no more--the second for a substantial -amount, to be given to the wagoner when the newly-married couple had departed.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You will join us at Interlaken to-day fortnight," said Gerald -aside to Leonard.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Depend upon me," said Leonard; and so for that brief space -they parted from each other.</p> - -<p class="normal">"My wife!" said Gerald, as they rode away in the bridal -carriage, "my darling wife!"</p> - -<p class="normal">She lay in his arms, quiet and happy. Heaven's light was never -sweeter than that which shone within her wakened soul.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_32" href="#div1Ref_32">CHAPTER XXXII.</a></h4> - -<h5>LEONARD MEETS WITH A FELLOW-SCOUNDREL.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">The few months that passed were the happiest period in -Emilia's life. Gerald's love, his care and devotion, his wonderful -thoughtfulness, were in their effect something like divine revelations to the -tender-hearted and confiding young girl, who was enjoying a very heaven upon -earth. Leonard joined them in Interlaken, as had been arranged, and accompanied -them through the loveliest parts of Switzerland and Italy. Gerald's plan was not -to rush from place to place, but to proceed leisurely from one scene of -loveliness to another, and to linger and dawdle wherever the fancy seized them. -It suited Leonard, who could make little detours to neighboring cities which -offered greater attractions to him, and he never went away from them without -making it understood that it was for their sake, and not for his own, that he -left them.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I know what young people like yourselves enjoy most," he -said, "their own society. I am like the fifth wheel in a coach."</p> - -<p class="normal">Gerald did not dispute with him on this point. Much as he -loved Leonard he loved Emilia more, and his greatest happiness was derived from -that delicious intercourse of soul and soul which can only be made manifest when -lovers are alone together.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Leonard is the dearest fellow in the world," he said to -Emilia, "and I don't know what we should do without him. You do not know what we -owe him. If it had not been for him I doubt if you would be with me at the -present moment."</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia was only too willing to subscribe to this affectionate -estimate of Leonard's character; she grew, like Gerald, to have never one -moment's doubt of the sincerity of his affection. From this it will be seen how -thoroughly the villain had succeeded in deceiving them.</p> - -<p class="normal">Giving himself up entirely to the blissful enjoyment of the -present, Gerald, at the instigation of Leonard, had delivered over to him the -management of his monetary matters. Leonard thus became a kind of steward to -Gerald's estate, and so absolutely did he succeed in getting matters into his -hands that he now drew all the checks for the current expenses of the tour, -supplying Gerald with loose cash as the young man required it. Ostensibly, -therefore, Leonard, was the master and Gerald the dependent.</p> - -<p class="normal">In this manner five months of happiness passed, and then it -was that Emilia, with burning blushes and a palpitating heart, whispered to -Gerald the solemn, joyful news that a new life was born within her.</p> - -<p class="normal">"If anything was needed to complete my happiness," said -Gerald, pressing his wife fondly to his heart, "it was this."</p> - -<p class="normal">Leonard, ever on the watch, knew that some fresh spring of -happiness had been found, and he wormed the news out of Gerald. It drove him -almost mad. If a child was born to them he might bid farewell forever to every -chance of stepping into possession of the fortune which Gerald possessed, and -which ought by right to have been his. "I must find a way," he thought, with -burning hatred in his heart, "I must find a way, and soon, or it will be too -late."</p> - -<p class="normal">"My dear boy," he said to Gerald, "I am overjoyed at the -tidings. Heaven bless you, and Emilia, and the little one--my nephew or my -niece, Gerald; which!--who is going to cheer our hearts!"</p> - -<p class="normal">It was evening when this confidence passed between Gerald and -Leonard. They had been travelling for a few days in the Valais, and were making -for the village of Vissoye, where they intended to remain a little while if they -could find accommodation, and make it the starting-point of idle excursions in -the romantic neighborhood. They had mules and guides; Emilia was riding in -front, alone for a few minutes, while the step-brothers, walking in the rear, -were conversing. Gerald was too enamoured of Emilia to leave her long alone, and -presently he was walking by her side, with his hand in hers. The guides took no -notice, being well accustomed to these loving exchanges on the part of foreign -tourists.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do you hear Leonard singing?" asked Gerald. "I wish he could -meet some one like you--but that, I think, is impossible, Emilia--to make him -happy as you have made me. He deserves everything that is good."</p> - -<p class="normal">While he uttered these words, Leonard, who was carolling a -mountain song to show how light of heart he was, gazed at the precipice over -which they were passing, and thought, even in the midst of his singing, "If she -would only topple over! Things would be so much easier then. Such accidents have -occurred. Now, if the guides were absent, and Gerald had gone on a little ahead, -just round that turn where he could not see what was going on, I daresay it -could be managed. It would not take a moment. A bold sweep, a scream, and all -would be over." He stopped singing, to give full play to his thoughts, and he -mentally acted the tragic scene, from its initiatory stage to the point where he -stood with his arms round the distracted Gerald, endeavoring to console him for -the horrible loss. It did not appear so difficult; he was a clever fellow, and -he ought to be able to manage it. But it would have to be done very, very -carefully; no shadow of suspicion must rest upon him. Corrupt as was Leonard's -nature, he would go only to a certain length; he stopped short where there was -fear of danger to himself.</p> - -<p class="normal">They found rough but clean accommodation in the village, and -after the evening meal Leonard left the lovers alone, and went out to smoke and -think. So far as a full purse and creature comforts went he was in clover. He -had plenty of money, and was enjoying the best of everything. The cigar he was -smoking was of the finest brand that could be obtained; when they stopped at -good hotels every luxury that could be obtained was his; the largest rooms with -the grandest views, the most famous vintages, the most delicate dishes--nothing -was spared. But how long would it last? When the child was born a new interest -would be created which was certain to be injurious to him. Curse them! He was -but a pauper, after all, and what he enjoyed was at the will of another, to be -continued or taken away at a moment's notice. And he did not trust Emilia. He -trusted no woman. They were a false, selfish lot, thinking only of themselves, -with no sense of justice. It was intolerable that he should be at the mercy of -one of the falsest and most selfish of the crowd.</p> - -<p class="normal">He was out of the village now, and stood smoking and musing, -facing a tremendous range. The evil thoughts by which he was animated were -expressed in his face; being alone, as he thought, there was no reason for -concealment, and although he generally kept perfect control over his features, -there were rare occasions upon which he indulged in the luxury of frankness. -This was such an occasion.</p> - -<p class="normal">He was mistaken in believing himself to be alone. A man, also -smoking a good cigar, was sitting on a jutting rock, observing him. Leonard -threw away the end of his cigar, and took another from his case. Then he took -another from his case. Then he took out his matchbox, and found that it was -empty. "The devil take it!" he muttered. "The whole world is against me!" Low as -was the tone in which the words were spoken, the stranger heard them.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Allow me to offer you a light."</p> - -<p class="normal">Leonard started, and his countenance became instantly -composed. The stranger laughed aloud. Irritated by the laugh, in which there was -a malicious, if not a sinister note, Leonard turned on his heel.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Why so fast?" said the stranger, stepping to Leonard's side. -"A match is a very simple offering for a friend to make."</p> - -<p class="normal">"A friend!" exclaimed Leonard, and looked the stranger full in -the face.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Allow me to introduce myself anew," said the stranger. "Your -memory is not good. Dr. Peterssen, at your service."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What, Peterssen!" cried Leonard.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The same."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I should never have recognized you," said Leonard, taking the -lighted match and applying it to his cigar.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Small wonder. When we last met I was in low water, and my -face was bearded. You remember me now?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, I remember you now."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Voices do not change. Let me see. It is eighteen months ago -since we saw each other. Ballarat I think the place was.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, it was on Ballarat."</p> - -<p class="normal">"A marvellous gold field, though we got none of the precious -metal, partly from indolence, partly from ill luck."</p> - -<p class="normal">Dr. Peterssen and Leonard had met in Australia, and had struck -up an acquaintance there. <i>Arcades ambo</i>. It would not have been to their -credit if some of their mutual experiences were known. Leonard was painfully -conscious of the fact, and could not just at this moment make up his mind -whether the meeting was one to be hailed with satisfaction, or the reverse. He -knew Dr. Peterssen to be ripe for any villainy, and at this juncture it might be -handy to have such a friend near him; but how far would it be safe to trust the -man?</p> - -<p class="normal">"What brings you here, Peterssen?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Business, Royce, business. I have a mission."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You remind me," said Leonard, with an awkward smile. "When I -was at the antipodes I thought the name of Royce an easy one to go by."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But it was not your own."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was not my own."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What I always admired in you," said Dr. Peterssen, "was your -candor. The soul of truth, upon my honor! I used to ask of myself, 'Can Royce -lie?' Excuse my sticking to the name till you supply me with another. Yes, I -used to ask of myself, 'Can Royce lie?' There was but one invariable answer, -'No, he cannot.'"</p> - -<p class="normal">The laugh with which he accompanied his words was so -distinctly opposed to their sense that Leonard's face flushed, and Dr. Peterssen -laughed still louder when he observed this sign of emotion. Of all the men whom -Leonard had met in the course of his varied experiences Dr. Peterssen was the -only one whom he was conscious he could not deceive. Peterssen spoke good -English, with just a touch of foreign accent. He was by descent a Dane, and was -a past-master in every species of craft and villainy. It would not have been -easy to find his match in a scheme of evil cunning. Leonard was smooth-spoken, -suave, and persuasive; Dr. Peterssen was brutally outspoken, calling a spade a -spade, and, if it served his purpose, something worse--never something better.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Don't be a fool, Peterssen," said Leonard. "You are lying -yourself, and you know it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"True, true, Royce--but really this is awkward, addressing a -friend by a name he has no right to bear. What name do you pass by now?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"My own," replied Leonard, convinced that Dr. Peterssen would -bring him to the proof through other persons; "Paget."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Christian name?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Leonard."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Leonard Paget. Rather nice-sounding. When did you arrive -here?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"This evening."</p> - -<p class="normal">"When do you leave?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I can't say."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You can, Leonard, you can."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I tell you I cannot."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Let us test it. I have something of the breed of your English -mastiff in me. Do you go away to-morrow?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I think not."</p> - -<p class="normal">"On the following day?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is uncertain."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Your movements, then, do not depend entirely upon yourself? -You are not alone?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Am I in the witness-box," demanded Leonard, beginning to lose -his temper.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are. And when I have done with you, you shall place <i>me</i> -in the witness-box, and I will be frank with you. It is best for men like -ourselves to be friends, Leonard. Who knows? We may be able to serve each other. -Allow me to remind you that you are in my debt. Our last transaction in Ballarat -was when we laid a snare to sell a man of substance a golden claim. The price -was five thousand pounds. The stuff at the bottom of the shaft was salted--with -gold purchased with my money. At that time you had none--that is, you said you -had none; so I expended my last fifty pounds in the purchase of twelve ounces, -which we distributed cunningly in the wash-dirt below. The plant almost came -off, but it was discovered one moment too soon. We had only to fly; and then we -lost sight of each other. You did not wait to pay the half of the fifty -pounds--a shabby trick."</p> - -<p class="normal">From his pocket-book Leonard extracted twenty-five pounds in -bank notes, which he handed to Dr. Peterssen.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am out of your debt."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not at all. There is the interest, which I shall not exact -to-night, but in the future, from time to time. You pay so readily that you are -worth sticking to; you think so lightly of twenty-five pounds that you must be -rolling in money. Back to my questions. You are not alone?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am not."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Shall we say, a lady? Ah, fortunate man! Susceptible heart! -Forever putting itself into chains. There was a lady on the other side. And -there is a lady on this. I see it in your face.",</p> - -<p class="normal">"She is none of mine; she is one of our party."</p> - -<p class="normal">"How many in all?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am sick of your questions. Here is the plain truth. I am -travelling with my brother and his wife. They are on their honeymoon. There, you -have the whole thing in a nutshell."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Apparently. But how about the kernel? I have an odd idea -there is a maggot inside. How arrived at? Easily. It is you yourself who have -engendered the suspicion. You come to this spot to think and smoke, leaving your -brother and his bride to their honeymooning. That is considerate, and as a -tender-souled man I commend you for it. You believe yourself to be alone, but I -am here, communing with Nature. Looking up, I see you, and on your face I see -that which you would not like your friends to see. There is a convulsive twitch -in your features. What is the cause? Do you love your brother's wife?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The tone in which you speak that little word convinces me -that you hate her. Do you remember we used to congratulate each other in -Australia that we could read men's faces and voices? Why do you hate her? There -must be a reason."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Peterssen, you are going a little too far."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Between friends? No, Leonard, I have not yet gone far enough. -Give ear, Leonard, to something analytical--not very deep, only in a superficial -way. You and I are alike in our aims but not in our methods. We are both -adventurers--why disguise it? The supreme motive-power in our natures is -self-interest. To serve that we would go any lengths--except, perhaps, that I -would go a little farther than you. We have no honest regard for each other, it -is only our self-interest that draws us together. Why, Leonard, if I could -profit largely by it I would have no more compunction in pushing you over that -precipice than I have in flinging away this cigar. Give me another, will you? I -warrant yours are better than mine. Thank you. And the compunction on your side, -should it be to your advantage to serve me the same, would be as small as my -own. Commend me for being an honest man, for I take it the quality of sincerity -is vital to honesty--and my sincerity cannot be disputed. What reason have you -for hating your brother's wife?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Could not the agitation you observed in my face spring from -some other cause than love or hate?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, one--money; and you have proved to me that money is not -the cause by paying me the twenty-five pounds so readily. For really it is a -debt that I could not have enforced in a court of law."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well, let the matter bide, Peterssen. Your searching -questions have exhausted me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"We will suspend it, then. There is time before us. Meanwhile -I attach myself, and with myself another, to your party."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Are you mad?" cried Leonard. "Why that would ruin all!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Dr. Peterssen's previous laughter was tame in comparison to -the sounds of merriment he emitted now. He made the echoes ring again.</p> - -<p class="normal">"So there <i>is</i> work to be done," he said when his -merriment ceased. "Good. Two things to be kept always in view--personal safety -and the reward to be earned for the work. Still I attach myself to your party, -but now secretly. I follow you wherever you go, but I do not mix with you. Our -parties may meet, but it shall be in a casual, accidental way, and there shall -be no close intimacy. I do not affect disguise, Leonard. I follow you for the -purpose of making money out of you. I have very little; I want some. I put a -question to you, to which I must have an answer. Without encroaching further on -your confidence, I wish you to inform me what the end you are scheming for is -worth, supposing I accomplish it in safety. I do not ask what that end is, but -how much it would be worth to me? You are silent. Shall we say a thousand -pounds?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," replied Leonard, slowly, "say a thousand pounds."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Much obliged to you. The subject is now dismissed. Have you -any questions to ask me? I put myself in the witness-box."</p> - -<p class="normal">"When did you come here?" asked Leonard.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yesterday."</p> - -<p class="normal">"When do you go away?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"To-morrow if I like; the next day if I like; next week, or -month, if I like. It depends absolutely on myself."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Are you alone?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I remember, you said you were here on business."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What business?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Professional. I am a doctor: I have a patient in my care."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Male or female?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Male."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The disease?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Madness."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_33" href="#div1Ref_33">CHAPTER XXXIII.</a></h4> - -<h5>A FOUL DEED.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">Leonard gazed fixedly at Dr. Peterssen, doubting for the -moment whether the man was in earnest. There was no doubt of it, however. Dr. -Peterssen was speaking the truth.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will enlighten you," said Dr. Peterssen, "I am not quite a -pretender. I am a doctor with a diploma, and I have practised in all parts of -the world. My specialty is diseases of the mind. I do not say I am fond of the -study, but when needs must, the devil drives. Returning home--that is, to -England, which I look upon as home--chance throws me in the way of a patient -with a rich father. The father cannot keep his son at home, and he shrinks from -sending him to a regular madhouse. Can he find a capable man who, for a -consideration, will take charge of the young man and devote himself to him? I -present myself; I am ready to do anything for a consideration. Between -ourselves, my diploma is not exactly what it should be, and I could not practise -regularly in England; there would be difficulties in my way, there are so many -censorious people about. I have no difficulty in convincing the father of my -patient that I am what I represent myself to be, and a bargain is struck. The -young man, whose name is George Street, is given into my charge, and away we go. -One reason that the father wishes to obtain without delay a guardian for his son -is that he himself is compelled to leave England for a year or two for his -health; another reason is that about twice a year he has a dangerous fit upon -him. It lasts for two or three days, and he has to be carefully watched. While -the father is absent I have to write to him on the first of every month, -acquainting him with the condition of his son. I am to do what I like with the -young man, to the extent of indulging in foreign travel for the purpose of -diverting his mind. My expenses are paid, but I have to render a strict account, -and though I garble them a little I cannot make much out of it. Then I am, like -yourself, naturally extravagant, and I am also at heart, I am afraid, a bit of a -gambler. I have not been very fortunate hitherto, but my turn will come. In -addition to the trifle I make out of cooked accounts--shockingly mild cooking, -Leonard, my patient's father being the soul of meanness--I receive three hundred -a year. Of course, all my personal expenses are paid, but what can a man do with -three hundred a year? It is a miserable pittance. My patient is now asleep; he -is perfectly harmless, and he sleeps fifteen hours out of the twenty-four. I -have no difficulty with him. He is as tractable as a lamb. 'Get up.' He gets up. -'Come out.' He comes out. 'Read for an hour.' He reads for an hour, or pretends -to. 'Sit still till I return.' He sits still till I return. Thus all is plain -sailing, and I have nothing to complain of except the salary. However, there is -a better prospect before me, perhaps."</p> - -<p class="normal">Leonard did not respond to the sharp look which Dr. Peterssen -gave him. He was revolving things in his mind, groping for a crooked path by -which he could reach his goal.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well, friend of my heart?" said Dr. Peterssen.</p> - -<p class="normal">"There is nothing more to be said at present," said Leonard. -"It is time for me to join my friends."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will go with you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"We agreed that you were not to intrude upon us."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I do not intend to. I merely wish to see where you put up. -Don't try to give me the slip, Leonard."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Why should I? You may be of use to me."</p> - -<p class="normal">They walked together to the little inn in which they had -rooms, and there Dr. Peterssen wished Leonard good night.</p> - -<p class="normal">He was not as good as his word. The next day he contrived that -the parties should meet, but he was clever enough to make it appear as if it -were an accidental meeting, and Leonard, being to some extent in his power, did -not quarrel with him. His patient, George Street, was a quiet young gentleman, -whom no person, without foreknowledge, would have supposed to be mad. Upon -certain subjects he spoke rationally, but as a rule he was silent and reserved, -with the air of one who had some deeply-rooted cause for melancholy. He seemed -to fear Dr. Peterssen, and a dog could not have been more obedient to the least -motion of its master. He was of about the same age as Gerald, and their statures -differed very slightly. In accordance with the advice of Dr. Peterssen, Leonard -informed Gerald and Emilia that the young man was not exactly in his right mind, -and that they were to be under no apprehension concerning him, as he was as -tractable and docile as a child. Emilia conceived a great pity for him, and -occasionally walked with him, accompanied by Gerald; for Dr. Peterssen evinced -no immediate intention of leaving their society.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The presence of a lady so gentle as yourself," he said to -Emilia, "is good for the poor fellow; he is benefiting by your kindness -already."</p> - -<p class="normal">"He will get well, I hope," said Emilia, solicitously. "There -is no doubt of it," said Dr. Peterssen. "In less than twelve months his cure -will be perfect."</p> - -<p class="normal">Some three weeks passed, and they were now in the Engadine, -located in a comfortable inn in the valley of Roseg. For some reason of his own -which he disclosed to not one of the party, not even to Leonard, Dr. Peterssen -gave out that he expected from day to day to be called home by his patient's -father, and that he might be compelled to leave them suddenly. His mind was busy -with a diabolical scheme, which, however, he might not have succeeded in -carrying out had not circumstances favored him. During the time they had been -together he had extracted cleverly from one or the other information relating to -the positions the step-brothers held toward each other, by which he learnt that -the fortune enjoyed by Gerald would revert to Leonard if Gerald were out of the -way. Leonard was annoyed by his pertinacious desire for details and particulars, -but Dr. Peterssen, with his hand on the plough, never turned back. The fatality -which assisted him to the cruel end he had in view was the indisposition of -Emilia, who, in the Roseg Valley, exhibited signs of fatigue and depression. The -local doctor prescribed rest, and Gerald gave up the mountain excursions which -afforded him so much pleasure.</p> - -<p class="normal">"When you are quite strong," he said to her, "we will return -to England." And whispered, "Our child shall be born there."</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia, whose head was reclining on his shoulder, kissed him -softly, and hid her face in his breast.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Before we leave these beautiful scenes, my darling," he said, -"I shall pluck some edelweiss for you with my own hands. That will insure you -good luck all your life."</p> - -<p class="normal">A woman in one of the villages had told Emilia that purchased -edelweiss lost its charm, and that its potency could only be preserved if -plucked and presented by the man one loved. Emilia had told this to Gerald, and -he had set his heart upon finding the white flower for Emilia. Hitherto he had -been unsuccessful. It was no secret between Gerald and Emilia; the whole of the -party were acquainted with the wish of the loving couple; and it was this simple -and innocent desire which was to bring a woful tragedy into the lives of Gerald -and Emilia.</p> - -<p class="normal">It was afternoon, and Emilia was sitting at the window, gazing -upon the wondrous vista of snow mountains which lined the horizon. Gerald came -to her with excitement in his face.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Street and the doctor are below," he said. "They are -going in search of the edelweiss, and they know where it is to be found."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You wish to go with them," said Emilia, with a smile. "Go, -love."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But you will be alone."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I shall be very happy and contented, Gerald. Go and pluck me -the magic flower with your own dear hands."</p> - -<p class="normal">How often in after life did these fatal words recur to her. -"Go and pluck me the magic flower with your own dear hands!" Ah, if the effect -of words were known before they were uttered, how many breaking hearts would at -this moment be filled with happiness!</p> - -<p class="normal">"I may not have another opportunity," said Gerald. "I shall be -home before sunset. Good-by, dear love. God bless you!"</p> - -<p class="normal">He was gone, and Emilia waved her handkerchief to him from the -window. He looked back and smiled, and waved his hand gayly, and soon was lost -to sight. "My darling!" she murmured, and leaned back in her chair, and thought -with ineffable bliss of the time soon to come when she would hold out her babe -to him for a father's kiss. One arm rested upon a table which Gerald had drawn -close to her side. Upon the table was an open cedar-wood desk of Indian -workmanship, inlaid with silver, and Emilia's fingers touched a dagger which -Gerald was in the habit of using as a paper-knife, its handle resembling a -twisted snake, the mouth open, and in its head a ruby to represent an eye. For a -few moments she toyed with it idly, thinking of words Gerald had spoken to her -with reference to the desk. "There is a secret drawer in this desk, Emilia, and -in the desk something which concerns you nearly." He had said it smilingly, and -she had merely nodded, but now, between sleeping and waking, she dwelt upon the -words, and indolently resolved to ask Gerald when he came home what it was the -secret drawer contained which concerned her nearly. With these thoughts in her -mind she fell asleep.</p> - -<p class="normal">George Street turned to Dr. Peterssen when they were at some -distance from the village. Dr. Peterssen nodded, and the four men--for Leonard -was with them--paused.</p> - -<p class="normal">"This foolish fellow," said Dr. Peterssen to Gerald, laying -his hand kindly on his patient's shoulder, "has a great wish to lead you himself -to where the edelweiss is to be found--you and he alone, and I am almost -inclined to humor him."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Why not?" asked Gerald, who had never yet detected any sign -of insanity in his young companion.</p> - -<p class="normal">Dr. Peterssen took Gerald aside. "He knows the road to take, -but he is in my care. Between you and me he is as sensible as we are, but still -I feel somewhat anxious. I am responsible for him to his father you know."</p> - -<p class="normal">"We shall be able to take care of ourselves," said Gerald.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Then go. We will await your return at the inn." Away went the -young men, and Dr. Peterssen and Leonard were left together.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What does it all mean?" asked Leonard.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Simply that you can compass your wishes if you desire it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I do desire it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Come with me, then."</p> - -<p class="normal">They turned in another direction, but not toward the valley. -They continued to ascend the rocky ranges.</p> - -<p class="normal">"We shall get there half an hour before them," said Dr. -Peterssen. "I have carefully studied the route, and have traversed it twice--in -your interests."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Explain yourself."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will, as we walk along. There is nobody in sight, is -there?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not a living being."</p> - -<p class="normal">"We must be sure of that, as we proceed. Answer me, Mr. -Leonard Paget. If I remove your step brother from your path--he is, after all, -no relation to speak of--what will you give me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"You said something about a thousand pounds," said Leonard, -his face growing white.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not enough. Not half enough."</p> - -<p class="normal">"There is his wife also in the way, remember."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Rubbish! She may die; the shock will probably kill her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But if it should not?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"If--if--if--!" exclaimed Dr. Peterssen, impatiently. "There -is no if in the case when two clever scoundrels like ourselves are in the game. -Has he made a will?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am sure he has not.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Make a clean breast of everything if you want to succeed. I -know only half the story. I must know the rest, and I will stake my future that -I show you a dozen ways to conquer her, even if she lives. Don't lag. It is hard -work mounting these ranges, but the reward is worth it. Did you observe that -they took the tracks to the left. We are taking those to the right; and we are -both making for the same point. Now, Leonard, out with every detail of this -romantic story, which is as yet only half finished. It is your last chance, old -fellow."</p> - -<p class="normal">Thus urged, Leonard related everything he knew concerning -Gerald and Emilia. Dr. Peterssen laughed, and instilled into Leonard's ear -certain counsel which Leonard was only too ready to follow. It was a risk, but -as Dr. Peterssen said, the reward was worth it.</p> - -<p class="normal">In a couple of hours they had reached the spot they had been -making for. They had not met a soul on the way, and they saw nothing of Gerald -and George Street.</p> - -<p class="normal">"They will come into view in half an hour or so," said Dr. -Peterssen, "and if not we will go and hurry them up."</p> - -<p class="normal">They had halted on a wild spot. They were surrounded by -enormous glaciers, and all around them lay dangerous precipices. At a dozen -points an unsuspicious man might be pushed without effort into abysses where he -would be almost certain to meet with death. It was this infernal plan which Dr. -Peterssen had conceived, and which Leonard guessed at, but was too timid to ask -about. Easy to carry out a bloody deed in such a place, without a living witness -to bring evidence against them.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sit down," said Dr. Peterssen.</p> - -<p class="normal">He pulled out a flask of brandy, and gave it to Leonard. The -treacherous friend took a long drink. Dr. Peterssen also drank, but more -sparingly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"If I don't mistake," he said, "you have a check book in your -pocket."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What if I have?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Everything. Answer my questions. You are acting as your -brother's treasurer."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am."</p> - -<p class="normal">"With full authority, as I understand."</p> - -<p class="normal">"With full authority."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The bank in which his money is deposited has written -instructions to that effect."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It has--but what are you driving at?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Easy, Mr. Paget, easy. Do you know that I am about to lose a -patient?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Your own doing."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But for your ends. Now, I want a guarantee. I had a little -private conversation with your step-brother yesterday, in which I skilfully -pumped him. What do you think I learned? That you had been realizing a quantity -of valuable securities for him lately, and that there was a very considerable -balance at the bank to his credit."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are an infernal meddler."</p> - -<p class="normal">"All in your interest, Leonard, and a little, a very little, -in my own. You will give me here, and now, a check for two thousand pounds."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are out of your senses."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Most absolutely and positively in them, my dear fellow. What -I am about to do for you is worth ten times the sum, so I am not hard on you. In -brains, Leonard, you have the best of me--I am a very candid and honest -scoundrel, you must admit--but when the pinch comes you lose your nerve. Take -another pull at the brandy. Down with it, man. It will bring some color to your -cheeks, and perhaps some false courage to your chicken heart. We--fellows like -myself--are the real men. If I had lived three or four centuries ago I should -have been a man of mark. Produce your check-book."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What is the use? I have no pen and ink."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Ha ha, my honest comrade, I have provided for that. I had -just enough brains to think of the contingency. Here are the requisites. Now, -fill in and sign. Date it two days ago."</p> - -<p class="normal">There was a brute ferocity in Dr. Peterssen which compelled -and overawed Leonard, and with a sullen look he wrote the check and signed it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I warrant," said Dr. Peterssen, examining the check narrowly -and carefully pocketing it, "that you have feathered your nest pretty well. In -the event of Gerald Paget leaving a widow behind him--though that will not be so -in this case, Leonard, for there can be no widow where there was no wife--you -could strip her of every farthing of ready cash by drawing the entire balance -from the bank, dating the check yesterday, as a measure of precaution. -Hush--they are coming! Behind this rock--crouch down, and don't so much as -breathe!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Almost breathless Gerald and George Street halted within two -feet of them, standing side by side on the edge of a precipice.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It makes me dizzy looking down," said George Street. "Does it -not you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No," said Gerald. "And we have not found the edelweiss after -all. It is a great disappointment to me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It grows on the edge of the precipice," said George Street. -"Let us kneel and look over. I am sure this was the spot Dr. Peterssen pointed -out to me."</p> - -<p class="normal">The young men knelt down and looked over the precipice, Gerald -keeping tight hold of his companion. As they bent their heads there came a -fierce and sudden movement behind them, and with a loud cry the two young men -sank into the abyss.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_34" href="#div1Ref_34">CHAPTER XXXIV.</a></h4> - -<h5>DR. PETERSSEN EXPLAINS HIMSELF.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"What have you done?" exclaimed Leonard, starting to his feet -in irrepressible excitement, but cooling immediately as Dr. Peterssen turned to -him with a smile on his lips. It was seldom, indeed, that Leonard was taken off -his guard, but the suddenness of this foul deed startled him. When engaged in a -scheme of villainy he was in the habit of being more deliberate.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Be more careful with your pronouns," said Dr. Peterssen, -inclining toward the abyss, and putting his hand to his ear. "You mean what have -<i>we</i> done?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I did not stir."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You lie," said Dr. Peterssen, with a brutal laugh. "With my -own eyes I saw you hurl your step-brother over the precipice. In the attempt to -save himself he caught hold of my poor patient, but he was just one little -minute too late. Instead of saving himself he destroyed his companion, and thus -at one fell swoop I was robbed of three hundred a year. I, with a record at -least as spotless as your own--we are a fine pair of white doves, you and I--am -ready to take my Bible oath to this version of the catastrophe; and I'll bet you -a hundred to one, my buck, that I swear you down in any court of justice you can -name. A likely thing, isn't it, that I should wish to get rid of my poor -patient, when by doing so I lose a sure income? You, on the contrary, have -everything to gain by your step-brother's death. Dying unmarried--you -understand?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You have only to be firm with Emilia and the point is -carried. After what she has gone through, and plunged into despair as she will -be, she can be made to believe anything, especially when she learns that you are -prepared to behave generously to her. To resume, Gerald, dying unmarried, you -come into all the property. Therefore his death is a distinctly desirable event -in your eyes. Do not, therefore, my dear comrade, in this little affair, attempt -to shirk your share of the responsibility, or I will throw it all upon your -shoulders, and send you to the gallows. Mr. Leonard Paget, I should be inclined -to call you a fool if I did not know you better. What is done cannot be undone, -nor, with all your cant, would you wish it undone."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But," said Leonard, inwardly acknowledging the weight of his -companion's arguments, "we are in danger."</p> - -<p class="normal">"We are in none. Your step-brother Gerald, ardently desiring -to gather with his own hands some edelweiss for his lady love, is informed by my -unfortunate patient that he knows where the flower is to be found. Unwilling -that they shall go alone, we express our intention to accompany them. Off we -start with merry hearts. But we have not gone far before the young gentlemen beg -to be allowed to enjoy their excursion without our society, and we, two fond and -indulgent guardians, yield to their implorings, and leave them to themselves. -Lured by the balmy weather, we stroll up the mountains, scarcely noting in which -direction we are wandering. We stop and dilate upon the sublime beauty of the -scenery, our souls exalted by the thoughts it inspires, when our ecstatic -musings are rudely interrupted by screams of anguish. We hasten to the spot from -which they proceed, and see--nothing. But our ears, ever open to the calls of -humanity, cannot have deceived us. No, that is impossible. So we hunt and look -about, calling out all the while to the poor souls who may be in peril to give -us some indication how we can assist them. At length our attention is attracted -by signs of a disturbance at the edge of this precipice, and kneeling"--he -suited the action to the word, and Leonard knelt by his side--"we observe marks -in the soil which engender the suspicion that a human creature has fallen over. -We call out loudly, and are answered by a groan and scarcely distinguishable but -undeniably pathetic appeals for help."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I do not hear them," interrupted Leonard.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Then you ought to. Are you quite devoid of imagination? Our -hearts are rent by these appeals. We are not practised mountaineers, and are -unable to render assistance. Therefore we hasten to the nearest village, and -return with men and ropes to the rescue. But by that time it is too late."</p> - -<p class="normal">"By that time," said Leonard, in a questioning tone, "they are -dead?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"By that time," repeated Dr. Peterssen, "they are dead. -And"--with a steady look at Leonard--"of this fact we must convince ourselves -before the introduction of other characters into the melancholy scene."</p> - -<p class="normal">"How is that to be done?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Dr. Peterssen rose to his feet, and cast sharp glances around.</p> - -<p class="normal">"We are quite alone, I think."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not a person is in sight," said Leonard, watching his -ruthless companion with curious eyes.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Be silent a minute or two."</p> - -<p class="normal">They stood perfectly still, all their senses on the alert.</p> - -<p class="normal">"There is no doubt," said Dr. Peterssen, "that we are the only -witnesses of the unhappy occurrence, and, thus far, safe. Now to make sure."</p> - -<p class="normal">He divested himself of coat and waistcoat, and unwound a rope -which he had adjusted round his waist.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is not very thick," he said, "nor very long, but it will -help to steady us. See, I wind and fasten it about this slim trunk which -providence has grown here to further our ends. Try it; you will find it quite -secure."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, it can hardly get loosened of itself."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The descent, as you will observe, is not very difficult after -all. All that is required is steadiness and confidence. About 30 feet down--I -reckon it is not more than that--you see a broad plateau of rock upon which half -a dozen men can stand easily."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But neither Gerald nor your patient is there."</p> - -<p class="normal">"They have rolled over it, and we must ascertain their -position, if it is possible to do so. Descend."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Descend!" cried Leonard, retreating.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Descend," repeated Dr. Peterssen, calmly. "I will follow -you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But why do you not go first?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Because, cherished idol of my soul, I do not trust you. You -above and I below, you might easily finish me off, and have the game entirely in -your own hands. You are quite safe with me, dear friend. It is to my advantage -to keep you alive; I intend to get money out of you in the future. It would be -to your advantage if I were in the same plight as our friends below, for then -you would save the money you will have to pay me. Even as a lad I was -distinguished for frankness. Descend."</p> - -<p class="normal">He was master of the situation, and Leonard was compelled to -submit. Steadying himself by the rope he descended, and reached the plateau. Dr. -Peterssen climbed down after him with the agility of a cat.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I see them," he said, "though not very distinctly. They seem -to be lying side by side. Luckily it will not be at all difficult to get to -them. Between being hurled down these rocks unaware and descending them -voluntarily there is a great difference. We will go together. Careful, Leonard, -careful; I must not have my milch cow injured."</p> - -<p class="normal">They reached the spot where the bodies lay. The violence with -which they had been dashed over the precipice had told its tale. Of the two Dr. -Peterssen's patient was the more injured. In his descent his features had been -so dreadfully cut and lacerated that they were scarcely distinguishable.</p> - -<p class="normal">"My poor ward is done for," said Dr. Peterssen, adding, with -eyes sanctimoniously raised to heaven, "he is now in a better world."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And Gerald?" whispered Leonard.</p> - -<p class="normal">It was some time before Dr. Peterssen replied, and when he -spoke there was a strange note in his voice.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Gerald lives."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Then what has been done," cried Leonard, in a tone of mingled -despair and fury, "has been done in vain!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Easy to finish the job," remarked Dr. Peterssen.</p> - -<p class="normal">But, hardened as he was, Leonard shrank from the ruthless -suggestion. Had he been alone he might have nerved himself to the desperate -expedient, but in the presence of a witness----</p> - -<p class="normal">"Are you certain be lives?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Quite certain," said Dr. Peterssen. "His head is badly cut, -and there is no saying in what condition he will be when he opens his eyes. He -has a long illness before him, which may terminate fatally."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But, before the end he may be able to assure Emilia that they -are legally married. Before the end he may make his will!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"He may. It would be bad for both of us"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is there no road but one out of it?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have a strong gift of invention," said Dr. Peterssen. -"There is another road, a hazardous one, the risk and trouble of which will be -mine; but I don't mind, so long as I am properly paid for it, and you will be -rich enough to arrange that to my satisfaction."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Speak plainly, in the devil's name."</p> - -<p class="normal">"In the name of that august myth I will endeavor to do so. -What hazards and what personal inconvenience will not such a sacred friendship -as ours incur for a quid pro quo! The two men lying helpless before us, one dead -and one living, are about the same height. Perhaps you have observed that?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have not."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have. And not only about the same height but about the same -build. The color of their hair is not dissimilar, and it really seems to have -been ordained by fate that neither of them should wear mustache or beardeek."</p> - -<p class="normal">"For the life of me I can't see your drift."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The quality of your mental powers is not generally opaque, -but you are remarkably dense at this moment. Dressed in each other's clothes, -who is to distinguish them? Thus attired, my poor patient, whose features are -battered beyond recognition, is carried back to the village as your luckless -brother Gerald. As Gerald he is buried; the tombstone you lovingly erect over -his remains proclaims it. Thus attired, he is carried back to the village as my -patient, and I attend on him; no one else sets an eye upon him, though that risk -might be run with safety. To-morrow comes a summons from his father, which I -invent, to take him back to England. It grieves me to leave you in your grief, -to leave the bereaved Emilia in her sorrow--but what can I do? Duty is my -watchword, and I set it before me unflinchingly, and perform it. Without delay I -return home, bearing my patient with me. Do you see the drift of my plan now?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I do," replied Leonard, setting his teeth close. "But will -you be able to carry it out?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"To the bitter end--till Gerald is dead."</p> - -<p class="normal">They exchanged glances; the compact was made.</p> - -<p class="normal">"If he should recover consciousness while we are changing -their clothes!" whispered Leonard.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Accept my professional word. The injuries he has received are -so severe that he will not recover his senses until he is on the road to -England. Not even then, perhaps. Trust me to manage him. I am responsible to no -one, and there are potent drugs which I can use to any end I wish. As a matter -of fact my poor patient's father is thousands of miles away, and will learn just -as much as it pleases me to impart, and at the time I choose to impart it. What -kind of friend am I?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"The best of friends. Let us set to work."</p> - -<p class="normal">Dr. Peterssen laughed internally; in this villanous scheme he -saw what was hidden from Leonard.</p> - -<p class="normal">An hour afterward they stood again on the edge of the -precipice, and the rope they had used was once more concealed round Dr. -Peterssen's body. He had forced down Gerald's throat ah opiate which insured -insensibility for many hours to come. Leonard hoped that his step-brother would -die under its influence, but Dr. Peterssen did not share the hope. He wanted -Gerald to live--at least for the present.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_35" href="#div1Ref_35">CHAPTER XXXV.</a></h4> - -<h5>EMILIA AND LEONARD.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">On the evening of the following day a closed carriage was -waiting at the door of the inn to convey Dr. Peterssen and Gerald to the nearest -railway station. The plot he and Leonard had hatched had been cruelly -successful. Strangers in the little village, and living during their stay upon -terms of affectionate intimacy, their movements and actions were absolutely -untrammelled, and not a shadow of suspicion had been aroused. Emilia, -overwhelmed by the shock, was attacked with brain fever, and was lying in a -dangerous condition. Dr. Peterssen declared it likely that she would never rise -from her bed, and his opinion was shared by the village doctor. Gerald's -condition was not less perilous. Dr. Peterssen had devoted the greatest -attention to him, and Leonard learned from his partner in villainy that there -was something more than a possibility that even if Gerald recovered his health -he might never recover his reason. Their simulation of grief was perfect, and -every person in the village spoke in praise of their devotion, and sympathized -with them. Leonard, of course, was to remain behind to attend to Emilia, and to -perform the last sad offices for his dearly beloved brother.</p> - -<p class="normal">In a state of unconsciousness Gerald was carried out of the -inn and placed in the carriage, and Dr. Peterssen and Leonard stood a little -apart, conversing privately. The landlord and all the attendants quite believed -that it was Dr. Peterssen's patient, and not Gerald, who was about to be taken -to England.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Up to this point," said Dr. Peterssen, "there has not been a -hitch. We could not hope to have succeeded better, and should Emilia recover, -there is no chance of a mishap if you play your cards properly."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I shall not fail to do that," said Leonard, gazing at Dr. -Peterssen with a certain mistrust. "I am in hopes that I shall be spared the -awkwardness of an explanation."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Meaning that you are in hopes she will die. Well, there is an -even chance of that, but it is as well to be prepared. And now, friend of my -soul, you and I must come to terms."</p> - -<p class="normal">"We will leave all that till we meet in England," said -Leonard.</p> - -<p class="normal">"There will be plenty to talk of there," said Dr. Peterssen. -"We will settle preliminaries here, before we part."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What do you want?" asked Leonard, with a dark look.</p> - -<p class="normal">"A clear understanding, and an undertaking in writing. You -see, old comrade, I am doing <i>your</i> dirty work, not my own. I don't object -to your enjoying the lion's share of the spoil, but I must have some guarantee -of a sure and certain income."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is already agreed that you are to have three hundred a -year, which with the three hundred you will receive from the father of your -patient, makes you very comfortable."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not as comfortable as I ought to be," said Dr. Peterssen, -placidly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What the mischief do you want? You have got a check for two -thousand out of me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"A retainer, my dear Leonard, merely a retainer. I should have -stuck out for more, but I am always sacrificing myself for others. The three -hundred must be six. Don't look black; a heart-stricken expression is advisable, -with strangers observing us. The eyes of half-a-dozen are fixed on us at the -present moment, and there would be the devil to pay if they suspected there was -the smallest difference of opinion between us. Remember the stake you are -playing for."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You seem to hold the winning cards."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I never play a game without them, dear old chum, but you must -admit that my winnings are small in comparison with yours. Notice the smile of -sad resignation on my face, with which I cajole our friends the simple -villagers. Yes, Leonard, the three hundred must be six."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I carry your brother Gerald from the carriage back to the -inn. He is not in a fit state to travel, I say in reply to questions; I will not -risk his life. I nurse him into health, I restore his senses--quite possible, I -believe. I keep a watchful eye upon Emilia also, in order that you shall play no -tricks, and she, too, gets well. Then I bring the two together, and leave you, -noble captain, to your own devices. All very beautifully arranged, is it not, -sweet child?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"You shall have the six hundred, curse you," said Leonard, -careful to follow Dr. Peterssen's advice as to the play of expression on his -features.</p> - -<p class="normal">"A million million thanks. And now be kind enough to sign this -paper binding you to the arrangement. Go into the inn, and affix your signature -in a bold, clear hand. No arguments, Leonard, but do it. If you delay we shall -miss the train, and I shall have to return with your brother to the enjoyments -of your society."</p> - -<p class="normal">Leonard had no choice; he went into the inn and presently -reappeared with the document, which he handed to Dr. Peterssen, who examined and -pocketed it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Farewell, old comrade, farewell," he said, with his -handkerchief to his eyes. "This is a dramatic moment; deeply do I feel the -parting. Adieu, till we meet in England. By the way, I have informed Father -Anselm, the good priest, that I have left five hundred francs in your hands -which you will give him in my name for the relief of the poor. He blessed and -thanked me. He will remind you of the benediction if you need reminding, but -your best plan will be to give him the money soon, with a cheerful heart. Once -more, farewell. Speak well of me when I am gone."</p> - -<p class="normal">With profound sighs and melancholy looks he wrung Leonard's -hand and entered the carriage, bidding the driver to proceed gently. Leonard and -a few of the villagers watched the carriage till it was out of sight, and then -the remaining actor in the vile plot entered the inn, enraged at the -extortion--for so he inwardly declared it to be--that Dr. Peterssen had -practised upon him. But he felt that he was in this man's power, and that it was -advisable to submit with as good grace as possible. What was done could not be -undone, nor would he have had it undone. The future was before him with all its -possibilities of pleasure; a life of ease was his when the scheme was carried -out to its bitter end. Even were he willing to forego his ruthless design he had -gone too far now to retract. In the event of Emilia's recovery to health, his -next move was to impose upon her and reduce her to silence, and he did not doubt -his ability to achieve his purpose.</p> - -<p class="normal">There were certain official formalities to go through with -respect to the fictitious death of Gerald. He testified that the body was that -of his brother, and he was supported by the independent testimony of witnesses, -who identified the clothes of the deceased. The official record of the death of -Gerald Paget was duly made, and in a few days the funeral took place, Leonard -being the chief mourner. Over the grave was placed a flat tombstone, with the -inscription--"To the memory of my dear brother Gerald." Nothing more.</p> - -<p class="normal">Throughout the whole of these proceedings Emilia lay between -life and death, and consequently knew nothing of what was going on. But her -ravings proved that she was at least conscious of the fatal blow her happiness -had received. She called upon her dear Gerald in Heaven, and implored to be -taken to him; and then, and then--stirred by the mysterious promptings of -approaching maternity--she as earnestly implored to be spared for the sake of -her child yet unborn. For six weeks she lay in a dangerous condition, and then -youth and a sound, though delicate, constitution triumphed, and her health began -to improve. Another fortnight, and she was convalescent.</p> - -<p class="normal">Before this took place Leonard, who was sedulously employed in -earning a character for charity and kindness, had succeeded in blasting her good -name. The simple priest of the village was shocked at the disclosure that Emilia -had no right to wear the wedding-ring on her finger.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Alas," he said, "that one so fair should be so frail!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Unhappily," said Leonard with a hypocritical sigh, "it is -frequently so with the fairest of women. Weak as they appear, they are strong in -vice."</p> - -<p class="normal">The priest nodded his head sadly. How could he disbelieve a -man so charitable and sweet-mannered as Leonard? How could he mistrust one who -consecrated the memory of a beloved brother by donations to the little church -and by constant benefactions to the poor and suffering among his flock? In the -total it was not a large sum that Leonard parted with, but it was magnificent in -the eyes of the poverty-stricken priest, who had never experienced such -free-handed generosity. Leonard, was looked upon as a benefactor, and his false -benevolence gave weight to every word that fell from his lips. He explained to -the priest that the reason of his accompanying his brother Gerald and the young -woman who had led him into vice was his earnest desire to break the guilty tie -which bound them. "Death has done that for me," he said, covering his eyes. "A -good man," thought the priest, "a good and noble man!" He inquired of Leonard -how he intended to act when Emilia regained her health.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I shall not desert her," replied Leonard; "Heaven forbid that -I should do so! She has sinned, but the door of repentance shall not be closed -upon her--she shall not lose the chance of leading a better life. I will insure -her a small income, sufficient for any woman's wants, upon which she can live in -comfort. She will be able to do so, will she not, upon two thousand francs a -year?"</p> - -<p class="normal">The priest raised his hands in astonishment. Two thousand -francs! It was affluence.</p> - -<p class="normal">"May your kind intentions be fruitful," he said. "May the -erring woman lead in the future a virtuous life."</p> - -<p class="normal">His flock were distinguished by a singular morality, and he, a -simple-minded man, regarded with horror any backsliding from the straight path. -On the following Sabbath he took the theme for his text, and without mentioning -names, referred to two strangers in their midst, one distinguished for his noble -deeds of charity, the other degraded by her vicious conduct. Every one in the -chapel knew to whom he referred, and were prepared to receive Emilia with -something more than coldness. The first knowledge of this state of feeling came -to her on a day she was able to sit at her window to breathe the sweet air. The -innkeeper's daughter had grown fond of her, and had performed many kindly -offices for the hapless woman. The whole of this day the young girl had not made -her appearance in Emilia's room, and yearning for female companionship she rang -the bell for her. It was answered by the innkeeper.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I wish to see your daughter," said Emilia.</p> - -<p class="normal">"She will not come," said the innkeeper. "She shall not come."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Why?" asked Emilia, in wonder at his rough tone.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Answer the question yourself," replied the innkeeper. "When -you are strong enough to leave my house I must request you to seek a shelter -elsewhere."</p> - -<p class="normal">He left the room without another word.</p> - -<p class="normal">There was a significance in his manner as well as in his words -which brought a flush into Emilia's face. "She will not come! She shall not -come!" What fresh misery was in store for her? A terrible fear stole upon her. -The undeserved shame she had passed through in her native town glided from the -past and hovered like a spectre over her. She turned with a sob toward Leonard, -who a short time afterward made his appearance. He pretended not to notice her -agitation, and did not afford her an opportunity of opening a conversation with -him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Would you like to come into the open air?" he asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, Leonard," she said, noting also the coldness of his -voice. "Will you assist me down?"</p> - -<p class="normal">He nodded, and she took his arm; but she missed the gentle and -considerate guidance which she had a right to expect.</p> - -<p class="normal">He placed a chair for her in front of the inn, and stood a few -paces from her. Not a soul spoke to her. Men and women whom she remembered, -whose faces she recognized, and with whom she was upon friendly terms when -Gerald was with her, passed to and fro, and exchanged cordial words with -Leonard, but did not address a single word to her. If by chance their eyes met -hers, which, after a little while, were turned appealingly toward them, they -turned abruptly from her, with looks of displeasure and aversion which chilled -her heart. Even the innkeeper's daughter came near her, but did not approach -close enough to speak to her. Yet she spoke to Leonard. Emilia beckoned to him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I cannot remain here any longer," she said. "I must go to my -room."</p> - -<p class="normal">She did not ask for his arm, nor did he offer it. Weak, and -beset with torturing doubts, she clung to the wall as she ascended the stairs. -In silence they entered the room. Leonard stood mute by the door.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Have you nothing to say to me?" she asked presently.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nothing," he replied, "until you are stronger."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have borne so much in the past," she said, "that I can bear -anything you have to tell.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will wait," he said, and left the room.</p> - -<p class="normal">Long did she ponder over the strange conduct of those who were -once her friends, but she could not account for it. She felt herself alone in a -strange land. Gerald was lost to her, and she was without a friend. She did not -give way to despair; she nerved herself to strength and fortitude; another life -would soon be dependent upon her; for the sake of her unborn child it was her -duty to keep up her heart.</p> - -<p class="normal">Some days passed, and not a friendly word was spoken to her, -not a friendly hand was held out. She suffered without remonstrance; dark as was -the present there was a sweet light in the future. She would have her child in -her arms before many weeks elapsed, Gerald's child. Spiritual baby eyes looked -into hers; spiritual baby hands were stretched toward her. "For your sake, my -darling, for your sake!" she murmured.</p> - -<p class="normal">She was now able to walk alone, without assistance, and one -day she walked to the village churchyard, to visit the grave of her beloved. She -read the inscription, "To the memory of my dear brother Gerald." Should not her -name have been there? She was nearer to him than any other human being. She -resolved to seek without delay an explanation from Leonard.</p> - -<p class="normal">On her way to and from the churchyard she met with many -persons, and was avoided by all. A woman and her young daughter, a girl of -sixteen, passed close to her; the mother drew her child away from Emilia so that -their dresses should not come in contact. She met the village priest, who looked -at her reprovingly, and then turned in an opposite direction. Was she, then, a -pariah? What crime had she committed?</p> - -<p class="normal">Once more in her room in the inn she forced herself to a -practical examination into a matter which had surprised her. Certain articles of -jewellery had been given to her by Gerald. They were gone. All that she -possessed in remembrance of her dear husband were her wedding-ring and a ring -set with diamonds, which had never left her fingers. Possibly if these had been -lying loose they would have shared the fate of her other mementos. Quite as -strange was the circumstance that everything belonging to Gerald had been -removed during her illness from the rooms she and her husband had occupied. Her -purse, too, was empty; there was not a coin in it. She could not remember -whether she had any money before she received the terrible news of Gerald's -death; indeed, with reference to past events, her memory was in the same state -as it had been after the good old wagoner had taken her to his home in England. -During that period she was not in a condition to gain any knowledge of her -surroundings, and she did not even know the name of the place in which she and -Gerald had been married. Up to the morning of that day her mind had been a -blank, and Gerald, out of consideration for her, had made no attempt to revive -memories which in their inception had brought so much suffering to his dear -girl. The only thing that was clear to Emilia was the memory of the shame into -which she had been plunged by Mrs. Seaton's calumnies, and when her mind -reverted to the experiences of those dark days she strove shudderingly to thrust -them from her. But there was something in her present position which seemed, in -some dread manner, to be connected with that shame and with the horror of the -slanders which had ruined her good name, and strive as she would she could not -banish the remembrance.</p> - -<p class="normal">She sent for Leonard and he came at her bidding.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have visited my husband's grave," she said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"My dear brother Gerald's grave," he said in correction. "I -said my husband's grave," she repeated.</p> - -<p class="normal">"And I replied, my dear brother Gerald's grave."</p> - -<p class="normal">There was a dark, stern look in his eyes, and she did not have -the courage to come straight to the point.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I believe you to be my friend," she said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I did not wish to distress my poor brother," he rejoined.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Then you deceived me by professing what you did not feel?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have no explanation to give."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yet you have remained here with me during my long illness."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I had a duty to perform."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Was it not out of love that you have stayed with me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was not."</p> - -<p class="normal">She strove to look at him steadily, but her eyes wavered; his -were unflinching.</p> - -<p class="normal">"On the last day I saw my dear husband--What is the meaning of -that gesture?" For Leonard had put up his hand with scornful motion.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Your assumption of innocence and indignation does not deceive -me; it will deceive no one who knows you. Go on. On the last day you saw my dear -brother----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I had reason to believe," she continued, "that I had won the -respect, if not the affection, of those around me, strangers though they were. I -passed through a dangerous illness, and have been mercifully spared. I thank God -humbly for it. Recovering, I am met with coldness whichever way I turn. People -avoid me. Why?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Search your own heart for the answer."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have questioned my heart, and find none. I have done no -wrong."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You have singular ideas of morality. Is living with a man as -his mistress a virtuous act?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Great God! How dare you speak those words to me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Because they are true. People avoid you because the truth is -known. Spare hysterics; they will not help you. You are not fit to associate -with virtuous women."</p> - -<p class="normal">"How dare you, how dare you? Gerald and I were man and wife."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You never were. You and my dear, fond brother--dear to me, -weak though he was--were never married. With his death ended your life of -deceit. You were Gerald's mistress, not his wife."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_36" href="#div1Ref_36">CHAPTER XXXVI.</a></h4> - -<h5>"ONLY YOU AND I, DARLING, ONLY YOU AND I."</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">The horror of this infamous statement so completely -overwhelmed her that she lost the power of speech. The room swam before her; in -her excitement she had risen to her feet, and her slight form swayed like a reed -in the throes of a pitiless storm. Presently Leonard spoke again, and his voice -brought some clearness to her distracted mind; but every word he uttered cut -into her heart like a sharp knife.</p> - -<p class="normal">"If you are not sufficiently composed to hear what it is my -duty to say, I will leave you and come again in an hour."</p> - -<p class="normal">She motioned to him to remain, and her trembling hands then -stretched themselves toward a bottle of water on the table. He poured some into -a glass, which he placed close to her. Rallying a little she managed to raise -the glass to her lips, and to drink, the cold draught revived her fainting -senses.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Speak," she said. "Say what you have to say."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Had my brother lived," said Leonard, "the time would have -come when he would have been compelled to make the disclosure himself. Being -gone, the duty which was his devolves upon me. It may be that he would have -righted the wrong he did you, for he was weak and easily prevailed upon. I do -not seek to excuse him, and it is certain that he acted as he deemed best when -he deceived you. Are you attending to me? Shall I go on?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," she gasped, "go on."</p> - -<p class="normal">"When you were lying at death's door in the village to which -you had flown, the name of which you probably remember--" He purposely paused -here, to afford her an opportunity of answering him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I do not remember it," she said. "If I heard it, it has gone -from me. My mind was a blank."</p> - -<p class="normal">"He was informed by the doctor," continued Leonard, with -guilty satisfaction, "who attended you that there was only one means of -restoring your reason, and that was to make you his wife. It was then he -conceived the idea of a sham marriage ceremony. It must be clear to you, as it -is to every person gifted with common-sense, that it was not possible for you to -marry him or any man in your state of mind. No minister would have sanctioned -such a marriage, and you could not, therefore, be married in church. It was easy -for Gerald to devise a mock civil marriage, and to carry you away immediately to -a foreign country in order that you should not discover the deception. You have -been witness of the love which existed between him and me; his death is to me an -irreparable loss. I endeavored to dissuade him from his purpose, but he would -not listen to me: weak and amiable as he was, he had a soul of obstinacy when -his mind was strongly set, and my words of counsel fell upon ears which were -deaf to all the arguments I could use. I saw that there was a danger that the -strong love we had for each other might be sapped if I thwarted him, and I could -bear anything but that. My dear, dear brother! His spirit is with me day and -night, and I forgive him for the action, although many would condemn him for it. -Now, perhaps, you can understand why you are looked upon with disfavor here in -this place--with something more than disfavor, indeed, with repugnance. They -regard your presence as a shame and a scandal, and young girls are enjoined by -their parents to avoid you. Since my dear Gerald's death the true story of your -relations with him has in some way become known. It is not unlikely that he -himself confided it to some person, perhaps to the village priest; and, to speak -plainly, your position here is a little worse than it was in your native town in -England, from which you had to fly. It is out of a feeling of kindness to you -that I tell you it will be best for you to leave as soon as possible. The simple -people will not tolerate you among them, and they may show their feelings toward -you in a more practical manner than they have yet done. To enable you to escape -I have a proposition to make to you, if you care to listen to it."</p> - -<p class="normal">To escape! Had it come to that? Was it to be ever her fate to -fly from unmerited shame, to be oppressed and hunted down? But it was not of -herself alone she thought; her unborn babe appealed to her. A life of duty lay -before her. It was merciful that this view of the position in which she stood -came to her aid; otherwise her great despair might have driven her to the last -desperate expedient of those wretched mortals to whom life has become a burden -too hard to be longer endured.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What is your proposition," she asked, faintly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"My brother had a regard for you," said Leonard, "and when the -time had arrived when, supposing that he had lived, he would have been compelled -to separate himself from you, he would most likely have made some provision for -you. I stand in his place, and I do loving honor to his memory by acting as he -would have done. You shall not face the world in poverty, and besides, you shall -not have the power to say that you have been first betrayed and then cast forth -penniless. I will provide for you, and will undertake to pay, through a lawyer -whom I shall appoint, a sum of two pounds a week so long as you lead a -respectable life and say nothing to my dear brother's hurt. You may live where -you like, but I would advise you to choose some other country than England. -There the story of your shame would cling to you, would follow you everywhere. -Away from England no one would know, and life would be easier for you. Do you -accept?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Leave me to myself," said Emilia. "I will send for you -presently."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will wait below," said Leonard; "but do not be long in -deciding, or I may change my mind."</p> - -<p class="normal">Alone with her grief and her shame, Emilia, by a supreme -effort of will, forced herself to calmness. The solemn sense of responsibility -imbued her soul with strength. She was no longer a girl, dependent upon others -for counsel, for guidance, for love. Not a friend in the world had she, but a -helpless being would soon be lying at her breast who would claim from her all -that it was in the power of a loving woman to give. A new life lay before her. -How would she commence it?</p> - -<p class="normal">She strove for a few minutes to bring the past back to her -mind, but it presented itself to her in pictures so blurred and indistinct that -she relinquished the effort. Up to the point of her being driven from Mrs. -Seaton's house everything was clear, but her memory was gone upon all that had -occurred afterward until she found herself with Gerald in a foreign land. The -names of places, the names of people with which and whom she had been associated -within that interval were completely blotted out. She did not doubt the base -story which Leonard had related. Had she and Gerald been legally married he -would have placed in her hands the certificate which proved her a lawful wife. -The fatal omission proved Leonard's story to be true. Not a word about their -marriage had ever passed between Gerald and herself during their honeymoon. He, -with his careless easy nature, living with Emilia a life of sweetest happiness, -left everything to the future; he had thought it wisest, too, to allow a long -time to elapse before reviving memories which had brought Emilia so much sorrow; -she would regain her full strength, she would be better able to think of the -past. This was not known to Emilia; she could only decide upon her future action -by what was within her cognizance.</p> - -<p class="normal">She felt no bitterness toward Gerald. He had, no doubt, acted -for the best, and had imposed upon her by a mock ceremony of marriage, in order -that she might be restored to health and reason. Would it have been better that -she had died? No. Her child would soon be in her arms, bringing with it hope, -and light, and peace perhaps. But the child must not open her eyes among those -who knew her unhappy mother's story. The duty to the unborn which Emilia had to -perform must be performed elsewhere. Gerald's brother was right in advising her -to choose some other country than England in which to reside. But she had to -think of his offer to provide for her.</p> - -<p class="normal">The moment she set her mind upon the subject she indignantly -rejected the offer. It was too late to remedy the errors of the past into which -she had been unwittingly led, but there should be no bridge between the past and -the future. Even had she been willing to entertain the offer, it had been made -in terms so insulting that no woman of decency could have accepted it without -covering herself with shame. "You shall not have the power to say that you have -been first betrayed and then cast forth penniless." The provision, then, assumed -the shape of a bribe. And it was to be paid so long as she led a respectable -life--a tacit admission that hitherto her life had been disreputable within her -own knowledge. No, she would reject the offer, and would, with the labor of her -own hands, support herself and child.</p> - -<p class="normal">At this point of her musings the landlord of the inn -unceremoniously entered the room.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I wish you to leave my house to-day," he said.</p> - -<p class="normal">She smiled sadly. This was the second time in her young life -that she had been undeservedly thrust forth upon the world. But she ventured a -gentle remonstrance.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Give me till to-morrow," she pleaded, "and I will go. It is -so sudden, and I am not prepared."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have nothing to do with that," he said roughly. "You must -go to-day."</p> - -<p class="normal">"If it must be," she said, resignedly, "I must submit. Will -you kindly ask Mr. Leonard Paget to come to me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Needless to say that this cruel move had been prompted by the -villain with whom Emilia was presently once more face to face.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Have you reflected upon my offer?" he asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," she replied. "I cannot accept it."</p> - -<p class="normal">He shrugged his shoulders, but not exactly at his ease. Did -the rejection mean that she intended to fight for her rights? This might prove -awkward. Her next words reassured him and made him jubilant again.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I prefer to depend only upon myself, and to get my own -living."</p> - -<p class="normal">"How? Where?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am well educated, and may be fortunate enough to obtain a -situation as governess in a family or school where a knowledge of English is -desirable. I thank you for your advice as to my future place of residence, and I -shall remain abroad. I have no friends in England--nor, indeed, anywhere," she -added, with a pitiful sigh, "and I never wish to see it again."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The landlord informs me," said Leonard, "that he has given -you notice to leave the inn immediately."</p> - -<p class="normal">"He has been here with the same unkind order. Of course I must -go."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Of course: He has a right to send people away of whom he does -not approve. What will you do? No one else in the village will give you shelter. -I have made myself responsible for the expenses you have incurred since my dear -brother's death."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That is hardly just," said Emilia, "as I have no claim upon -you; but my purse is empty. I must go away before night." She paused a moment or -two before she resumed. "Things have been removed from my room during my illness -which I might sell, and thus be enabled to take my departure. I am not strong -enough to go away on foot."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Everything belonged to my brother."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I do not dispute that."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Would it not be sensible on your part to reconsider your -determination. Accept the offer I have made to you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I cannot." Her eyes fell upon the rings on her finger--the -wedding ring which Gerald had placed there, and the diamond ring which he had -given her. With a lover's extravagance he had purchased one of considerable -value. Leonard knew the price he had paid for it, one hundred guineas. "These," -said Emilia, pathetically, "are my own."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I lay no claim to them," said Leonard, ungraciously.</p> - -<p class="normal">"But they are really my own?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Consider them so."</p> - -<p class="normal">She removed the diamond ring from her finger. "Is there any -person in the village who will purchase this of me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No one rich enough. I will do so, if you wish."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I humbly thank you. Give me what you like for it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will give you a thousand francs," said Leonard, with a -sudden fit of generosity.</p> - -<p class="normal">"But I do not want more than it is worth," said Emilia, with a -joyful flush. A thousand francs! It meant a safe escape from a place where she -was avoided; it meant sufficient to pay for a few weeks' board and lodging.</p> - -<p class="normal">"We will say it is worth that."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are most kind," said Emilia, giving him the ring. "And I -can pay what I owe the landlord."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You cannot do that out of a thousand francs. Try and be a -little sensible, and say nothing more about it. After all, it was Gerald who -brought you here, and the responsibility, which was his, is now mine. Here is -the money. You will give me a receipt for it? Otherwise I should not be able to -account for my possession of a ring you have always worn upon your finger."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Kindly write out the receipt," said Emilia, "and I will sign -it."</p> - -<p class="normal">Leonard wrote the receipt, which Emilia signed.</p> - -<p class="normal">"This will not do," he said. "You have signed it in a name -which does not belong to you."</p> - -<p class="normal">She had signed "Emilia Paget." She shuddered at Leonard's -remark.</p> - -<p class="normal">"How else should I sign it?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"In the name which is your own," said Leonard, tearing up the -paper, and writing another; "Emilia Braham."</p> - -<p class="normal">He placed the fresh receipt before her, and with trembling -fingers she affixed the name, "Emilia Braham." Leonard exulted. Here was a proof -which he had not thought of obtaining. Being dated, it might serve as an open -admission that Emilia, living with his brother, was quite aware that she was not -his wife. The confession and the renunciation were of her own doing.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Can I do anything more for you?" he asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes. Get me a carriage, and accompany me out of the village. -I need protection from insult."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You shall not be insulted. I promise it. How long will you be -getting ready?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I shall be ready in less than an hour."</p> - -<p class="normal">Her preparations for departure helped to divert her mind from -the grief which oppressed it. Into one trunk she packed what belonged to her. -She would have liked to take the desk, inlaid with silver, of Indian -manufacture, which she had regarded as her own, but it had been removed with -other articles which she believed were hers. She made no complaint; even to -herself she did not repine; she submitted to everything, her only wish being to -find herself in a place where she was unknown. All was ready when Leonard came -to tell her that the carriage was waiting.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Where do you wish to go?" he asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It does not matter," she replied, "so long as I am among -strangers."</p> - -<p class="normal">He named a town at a distance of eighteen or twenty miles, and -she said it would do as well as any other. Soon they were at the door of the -inn, about which were assembled the usual idlers. The carriage which Leonard had -procured was a closed one, and he assisted Emilia into it, saying that he would -sit by the driver. She appreciated the act, and believed it proceeded from -thoughtfulness; it was her desire to be alone with her thoughts.</p> - -<p class="normal">The driver was a long time starting; he fidgeted with his -horses, with his reins, with the harness, and then he fortified himself with -half a bottle of red wine. No one approached Emilia while he was thus employed; -no one breathed "farewell," or gave her a kind look. But when at length the -driver took his seat on the box, with Leonard beside him, and was gathering up -his ragged reins, the landlord's daughter passed the open window of the -carriage, and furtively threw something in. It fell into Emilia's lap, and she, -with eyes suddenly overflowing, and lips convulsed with emotion, covered it with -her handkerchief, lest it should be taken from her. Then with a shout, the -driver set his horses in motion, and they commenced their journey.</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia lifted her handkerchief. In her lap lay a little bunch -of flowers, tied together with string, attached to which was a piece of paper, -and written upon the paper the words, "From his grave." She pressed the flowers -to her breast, to her lips, and murmured a prayer of thankfulness. The sense of -the deep and irreparable wrong which Gerald had inflicted upon her passed away, -and she thought of him only as one to whom she had given her heart and the full -measure of her love. He was her child's father; better to think of him with love -and kindness, which would soften her heart, than with harshness and bitterness, -which would harden it. It would help to smooth the roads of the future she was -to pass in the loving companionship of her child. "Only you and I alone, -darling," she murmured; "only you and I!"</p> - -<p class="normal">How kind of the young girl to send her away with this token of -pity and sympathy. "Heaven bless her for it!" thought Emilia. "Heaven brighten -her life, and save her from misery!" Had Emilia possessed a nature which would -have hardened under such sufferings as she was enduring, the young girl's simple -offering would have humanized and softened it. No wonder, then, that with a -nature as sweet as ever woman was blessed with, she looked upon the flowers from -Gerald's grave as an angel's gift, sent to her as a divine solace and -strengthener. "I <i>will</i> be strong," she thought. "A duty of love is mine to -perform, and I will perform it in humbleness and gratitude."</p> - -<p class="normal">From time to time Leonard came to the door of the carriage and -asked if he could do anything for her. She gently declined his offers of -refreshment, and said she needed nothing. He did not press his attentions upon -her, and she gave him credit for a kindness of heart to which he had no claim.</p> - -<p class="normal">It was ten o'clock at night when they reached the town to -which Leonard was conveying her. The carriage drew up at the door of at hotel of -some pretension, and there Leonard had no difficulty in obtaining accommodation -for Emilia. He told her he did not intend to pass the night at the hotel, and -she was grateful to him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"To-morrow I shall return," he said. "Shall I say good-by to -you now or then?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Now," she replied.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Very well. Good-by." He hesitated a moment, and then offered -her his hand.</p> - -<p class="normal">She hesitated, also, before she accepted it. From him she had -received information of the blow which had dishonored her; could she touch his -hand in friendship? No, not in friendship, but why should she be sullen and -churlish? He had done her no direct wrong, he had even shown her consideration -and kindness. To refuse his hand would be a bad commencement of the new life. -She held out hers, and he took it in his cool palm.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are still resolved not to accept my offer?" he asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am resolved."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will not endeavor to prevail upon you, for I see your mind -is made up."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is. You cannot turn me."</p> - -<p class="normal">He gazed at her in surprise. There was a firmness in her, -voice, a new note he had not heard before.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is it your intention," he asked, "to come back to England?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I shall never set foot in England again," she said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Neither from that determination can anything turn me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is a wise resolve. I promise to keep your secret." She -turned from him, saying in a low tone, "I shall be grateful if you never speak -of me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I promise not to do so. And you on your part should never -mention my name or my dear brother's."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will never do so. He is dead to me. You will be, when you -pass out of this room."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I should tell you," he said, lingering still a moment, "that -I have entered your name in the hotel book as Emilia Braham."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I should have done so myself. It is the name I shall bear for -the future."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Being your right one. Well, good-by."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Good-by," she said.</p> - -<p class="normal">So they parted, to meet again--when?</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_37" href="#div1Ref_37">CHAPTER XXXVII.</a></h4> - -<h5>A GOOD WOMAN.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">As briefly as possible must now be sketched the story of -Emilia's life during the next eighteen years. To her resolution not to return to -England she remained firm during that period. Two days after Leonard left her -she quitted the town to which he had brought her, and twelve months afterward -she found herself settled in Geneva. It was her good fortune to meet an elderly -lady who required a companion. The name of this lady was Madame Lambert, and she -was attracted by the gentleness of Emilia's manner. These two ladies happened to -be staying at the same hotel for a few days, and Emilia was enabled to render -Madame Lambert some slight service. Like Emilia, the elder lady was travelling -alone, and one evening Madame Lambert was seized with a sudden faintness at the <i> -table d'hôte</i>. Emilia, who was sitting next to her, assisted her to her room, -and remained with her during the night, sharing her bed by invitation. In her -situation Emilia was compelled to register her name as Mrs. Braham, and Madame -Lambert, questioning her, was told by Emilia that she was a widow. Emilia did -not attempt to justify herself to her conscience; she knew that the duplicity -was necessary for the credit of her unborn child.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Are you quite alone?" asked Madame Lambert.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," replied Emilia. "My husband died poor, and left me very -little. My intention is to seek a situation as governess."</p> - -<p class="normal">"In England?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, here in Switzerland. I shall be happier here. I have no -friends in England, and my knowledge of the English language will perhaps enable -me to obtain a situation more easily here than there."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You will soon," said Madame Lambert, in a tone of kindly -significance, "be compelled to rest a while. For a little time at least you will -not be able to fill a situation as governess."</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia blushed and sighed. "I have thought of that," she said, -"with fear and trembling."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Because you are poor?" questioned Madame Lambert, speaking -still with the utmost kindness.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," said Emilia, softly. Frankness was best under the -circumstances.</p> - -<p class="normal">"My dear," said Madame Lambert, "I am sure you are a lady."</p> - -<p class="normal">"My father was a gentleman," said Emilia. "He fell into -misfortune, and when he died I was penniless."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And you married a penniless gentleman. Ah, how imprudent is -youth! But I have been young myself, and have loved and lost. My dear, neither -am I rich, but I have a life income which is sufficient. It dies with me, I -regret to say. I have a reason for telling you this. Like yourself, I am alone -in the world. I was born in Geneva, and when a course of travel, which my doctor -recommended for my health, is over, shall return there to live. Will you travel -with me as my friend and companion? I can offer you very little in the shape of -salary, but it will be enough to provide you with clothes, and perhaps a little -more. Then you will have a lady with you when your baby is born. What do you -say?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"What can I say," replied Emilia, in a voice of gratitude that -completed the conquest she had began, "but thank you from my inmost heart for -your kind offer? I can scarcely believe it real."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is real, my dear. Heaven is very good, and sends us -friends when we least expect them. I am sure we shall get along very well -together. You accept, then?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I accept with gratitude." She raised the hand of the kind -lady to her lips, and her tears bedewed it. "Yes, God is very good to me. I will -prove worthy of your kindness. You shall never repent it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"If thought otherwise I should not press it upon you, my dear. -You will really be rendering me a greater service than it is in my power to -render to you. It is miserable to travel alone, without a kindred soul to talk -to and confide in. So it is settled. We shall be true friends."</p> - -<p class="normal">From that day Madame Lambert and Emilia travelled together, -not as mistress and companion, but as friends, until the time arrived when -Madame Lambert saw that it was imperative that Emilia should remain for a few -weeks quiet and free from the fatigues of a wandering life. Thus faith and -goodness were rewarded.</p> - -<p class="normal">In a picturesque and retired village Emilia's baby, a girl, -was born, and baptized in the name of Constance, Madame Lambert's christian -name. Sweet and profound was the happiness with which the young mother's heart -was filled when she held her baby to her breast. A sacred joy was hers, in which -she found a holy consolation for the troubles through which she had passed. -Madame Lambert was delighted, and drew from the mother and child a newborn -pleasure. She never tired of showing them kindness; had they been of her own -blood she could scarcely have been more considerate and thoughtful. She called -Constance "our child," and was as nervous over the little one's trials as Emilia -herself. In such sympathetic companionship, and with such a sweet treasure as -she now possessed, Emilia could only be happy. She never dwelt with sorrow upon -the past. With rare wisdom she destroyed the bridge behind her, and buried the -memories which had threatened to utterly wreck and ruin her life. Constance was -a child of love, not of shame. Emilia's pure soul exonerated her from -self-reproach, and shame could never be her portion now that there was no link, -except the loving link of a baby's hands, between the past and the future. -Wherever she turned she met looks of kindness; no longer was she avoided and -repulsed. The world once more was sweet, and bright, and beautiful, and when she -prayed to our Father in Heaven it was in the happy consciousness that He knew -her to be a pure and innocent woman.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Baby, baby, baby!" she whispered to the child in her "You -have restored me to life, to joy, to happiness. Oh, my baby, my baby! Can I ever -be sufficiently grateful to you? Dear Lord in Heaven, give me strength and -wisdom to guide her aright, to keep her from pitfalls, to see her grow in purity -and innocence to a happy womanhood! Do not take her from me. Let her remain with -me as a shield and protector. Through her I see goodness and light. Oh, my -angel, my angel!"</p> - -<p class="normal">She wiped her happy tears away, and sang and crooned and -worshipped as only a good mother can. Ah, the little fingers, the childish -prattle, the pattering of little feet, what would the world be without them? -Religion would be dead, and faith a mockery not to be indulged in without a -sneering devil creeping close to lay its icy hands upon hearts in which sweet -thoughts are harbored. Flowers of the human garden, let us be humbly grateful -for the light they shed upon the dark spaces which at one time or other every -mortal has to tread. In the midst of the gloom which surrounds us shines a star -illumining a fair face and a head with flowing curls. In the midst of the -stillness by which we are encompassed steals a musical voice, with its divine -melody of childish laughter. What is that light in the distance? A bright cloud -shining on a little bed, by the side of which kneels a small form clad in white. -The pretty hands are clasped, and from the lovely lips issue the words, "Our -Father which art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name!"</p> - -<p class="normal">It was impossible that Emilia could forget Gerald, but her -thoughts of him were ever gentle and kind and forgiving. "You see our child, -dear Gerald"--thus ran her thoughts--"watch over her. I forgive you for the -wrong you committed. Do not trouble and sorrow over it. It is done and gone, and -only sweetness remains. You have given me a flower which makes my heart a garden -of love. God bless you, dear Gerald!" So from the bitterest woe in which a human -being could be plunged uprose a heavenly light.</p> - -<p class="normal">"We must not spoil our child," said Madame Lambert.</p> - -<p class="normal">"We cannot spoil her," said Emilia. "Is she not beautiful?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"The loveliest baby that ever drew breath, my dear. You happy -woman! If I were as young as you are I should be jealous of you."</p> - -<p class="normal">The good lady was amazed at the new beauty which now dwelt in -Emilia's face. The young mother was transfigured. A holy radiance shed its light -upon her. Madame Lambert found herself presently worshipping the mother almost -as much as she worshipped the child.</p> - -<p class="normal">"If you were my own daughter, my dear," she said, "I could not -love you more."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are the best woman in the world," responded Emilia. -"Heaven guided my feet when it led me to you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Now it is time," said Madame Lambert, "to think of returning -to Geneva. There is our baby's education to be attended to."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," said Emilia, gravely. "She must be taught everything -that is good."</p> - -<p class="normal">And baby was only four months old! But mothers let their -thoughts run ahead.</p> - -<p class="normal">They did not, however, return at once to Madame Lambert's -home. They lingered for two or three months in the valleys and mountains, and -gathered garlands and posies for their child, which they pressed and preserved -as though they were jewels of inestimable value. And, indeed, there are no -jewels to compare with memories so sweet and pure. At length the happy rambles -were over, and they were in Geneva.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Welcome home," said Madame Lambert.</p> - -<p class="normal">Her apartments, in a good position in the city, consisted of -five rooms and a kitchen. Two of these rooms Madame Lambert gave to Emilia, one -a sitting-room, the other a bedroom for her and the baby. During Madame -Lambert's absence the apartments had been taken care of by an old servant, who -acted as cook and general domestic, to whom Madame Lambert had sent certain -written instructions. When Madame Lambert said to Emilia, "Welcome, home," she -conducted Emilia to the rooms set apart for her, and the young mother's eyes -overflowed as they fell upon the flowers which welcomed her and at the other -evidences of a loving friendship which the thoughtfulness of Madame Lambert had -provided.</p> - -<p class="normal">"How good you are to me!" she murmured.</p> - -<p class="normal">"We are going to be very happy here," said Madame Lambert.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I should be undeserving, indeed," said Emilia, kissing her -kind friend and putting the baby into her arms, "if I were not happy with you."</p> - -<p class="normal">Madame Lambert was well known in Geneva, and had many friends -there, to all of whom she introduced Emilia. It was through these introductions -that Emilia was enabled to obtain employment as a governess, which occupied her -four or five hours a day, and her sweetness and gentleness soon made her loved -by all who knew her. In this way passed five happy years, and then a calamity -occurred. Madame Lambert fell ill, and the doctors said that she could not -recover. When this verdict was imparted to Madame Lambert, she received it with -resignation.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have only one regret, my dear," she said to Emilia, "that I -must say farewell to you and our child. But my spirit will be with you always."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Dear friend, dear friend!" murmured Emilia.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's a great comfort to me to know," said the dying woman, -"that you are well established here, and can get a living. You are so much loved -that I have no fears of your future. I am truly sorry that I cannot leave you -and our Constance a fortune. There is a little money, very little, but it will -be useful; and in my will I have left the furniture of our home to you. Then I -have been clever enough to pay the rent in advance for the next three years, so -that you will be able to put by a little more. God bless you, my dear; you have -brightened the last years of an old woman's life."</p> - -<p class="normal">In a voice choked with emotion Emilia thanked and blessed the -good lady, who smiled and fondled her hand. She saw little Constance frequently, -but she would not allow the child to be saddened by keeping her too long in the -room of a dying woman.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Childhood should be bright," she said. "I want our child to -remember me in my cheerful moods."</p> - -<p class="normal">"She will remember and pray for you all her life," sobbed -Emilia, "as I shall, dearest and best of friends."</p> - -<p class="normal">The end came a little after midnight.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do you think," she whispered, with a pause between each word, -"that you could let me kiss our dear child without awaking her?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will bring her," said Emilia.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Kiss me first, dear," said the dying lady.</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia kissed her, and lay a few moments with her face -nestling to that of her friend. Then she went and brought the child in her arms. -Constance was asleep. Emilia had lifted her very lightly from her bed, and now -she laid her by Madame Lambert's side, and covered her with a warm shawl. The -child's fragrant breath flowed upon the dying lady's face.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Our little angel is the sweetest flower the world contains," -murmured Madame Lambert. "Good-by, sweet one. Heaven guard and protect you!"</p> - -<p class="normal">She closed her eyes, and did not open them again. And so the -good soul passed away, with the child's breath fanning her face.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_38" href="#div1Ref_38">CHAPTER XXXVIII.</a></h4> - -<h5>CONSTANCE AND JULIAN.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">The tide in Emilia's affairs which had led her to Geneva -proved to be most auspicious and fortunate. Her home with Madame Lambert was -happy and peaceful, and when that good friend had passed away there was no break -in the even tenor of her days. The connections she had formed were lasting and -endurable, and she was never without pupils. One family recommended her to -another, and she was constantly employed, meeting respect everywhere. Her -earnings were not large, but they were sufficient for her modest wants. Blessed -with the companionship of a child whose loveliness and sweet disposition won the -hearts of all who came into association with her, the life led by Emilia and her -daughter may be likened to a peaceful lake nestling in a valley beyond the reach -of storm and tempest. The love Emilia bore for Constance was deep and profound, -and represented for the devoted mother the light and joy of the world. So years -passed until Constance was seventeen.</p> - -<p class="normal">All these years Emilia had heard no news from England, and had -not seen a face she had known in her youth. The past was buried in a grave -destined, as she believed, never to be disturbed, and there was not a cloud in -the horizon to warn her of a coming storm. It was the happiest time of her life.</p> - -<p class="normal">Constance had many young friends, and among them, as was -natural--being a beautiful and accomplished girl, with winning and amiable -manners--an unreasonable number of young gentlemen who adored her. Of these the -favored one was Julian Bordier.</p> - -<p class="normal">M. Bordier, his father, was the head of an important watch -manufactory, a concern the reputation of which was world wide. The name of -Bordier was famous; his sign-manual engraved on the back-plate of a watch was a -guarantee of excellence. Consequently the Bordiers--father, mother, son, and two -daughters--were rich.</p> - -<p class="normal">Social grades are not so unfairly marked in Geneva as in other -cities. To have been well introduced, to be well educated, to live a reputable -life, to have good manners, form the open sesame to polite society. Emilia and -her daughter supplied all these requirements, and their circle of acquaintance -was large and reputable. It was through the young people that Emilia was -introduced to the house of the Bordiers, and once admitted she was always -welcomed with cordiality. In all respects Julian Bordier was a gentleman and a -man of refined instincts; unhappily his sight was failing him, and the Genevese -specialists seemed to be powerless in their efforts to arrest the affliction of -blindness which threatened him. The effect which this had upon the love which -grew between Constance and Julian was to instil into her feelings for him a -sentiment of divine pity. Before they were absolutely aware of it their hearts -were engaged.</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia watched the progress of this mutual affection with -solicitous eyes, but she did not speak of it to her daughter. It was for -Constance to introduce the subject, and that she had not done so was a proof -that there had been no love-making between the young people. Constance believed -her secret was not known, but the insight of a mother's love is keen and strong, -and Emilia knew it almost before her daughter. The knowledge disquieted her. -They were poor, the Bordiers were rich. But it was not in her power to guide the -current; she must wait and hope for the best.</p> - -<p class="normal">One night Emilia and Constance came home later than usual. -They had been spending a musical evening at the Bordiers' house, and Emilia had -noticed for the first time that Julian's attentions to her child were more than -ordinarily marked. Now and again she looked apprehensively at M. Bordier, who -was sitting in his usual corner, and seemed to be taking notice of his son's -attentions to Constance; the father's face was grave and observant, but there -was no trace of disapproval on it. This was comforting, but it did not remove -Emilia's apprehensions. It was a fine night, and Julian walked home with them. -It needed not a loving mother's insight to detect the newborn tenderness of -Julian's manner when he bade Constance good-night and held her hand in his.</p> - -<p class="normal">Mother and daughter derived delight from attending upon each -other, but on this night Emilia dispensed with Constance's services. She brushed -her own hair quickly, and then pressed Constance gently into a chair, and busied -herself over the abundant tresses of her beloved child. With what loving care -did she comb out the flowing locks, her heart beating with infinite love for -this sweet and only treasure of her life! Then she coaxed Constance into bed, -and knelt by the bedside and prayed.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mamma!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia rose from her knees, and bent her face down to -Constance.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, dear child."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am almost afraid to speak, mamma."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is it about Julian Bordier, dear?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Tell me, my darling."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You will not be angry, mamma?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Angry, darling--with you!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"He is coming to speak to you to-morrow, mamma."</p> - -<p class="normal">"He loves you, Constance."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, mamma."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And you love him."</p> - -<p class="normal">The young girl hid her face on her mother's neck.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are not sorry, mamma, are you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I think only of your happiness, darling. I have no other -object in life."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, mamma, you are the sweetest, dearest mother in the world. -It is ungrateful of me; but, mamma, I cannot help it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I know, I know, my darling. What does his father say?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"He dues not know--no one knows. Are you not surprised, -mamma?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I think I have seen it for some time past, my sweet."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And you never mentioned it, mamma--never even whispered it?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was for you to speak first, Constance, and I waited."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I can scarcely believe it. Oh, mamma, mamma, I love him, I -love him!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Dear child! When does he intend to speak to his father?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"After he has seen you. He did intend to speak to both of you -first before he said a word to me, but somehow, mamma--I don't know really how -it happened, nor does he--Mamma, you are crying!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I cannot help it, dear. You are my only one, my only one----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"But, mamma, we shall still be together. Julian says so. We -shall never, never be separated."</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia smiled sadly. "I have always liked Julian, dear, and if -all should turn out well I am sure he will make you happy."</p> - -<p class="normal">"He loves you dearly, mamma. I shall be glad when to-morrow is -over."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It will soon be over, dear child. Time passes quickly. Now go -to sleep, my dear, dear child!"</p> - -<p class="normal">They kissed and embraced again and again, and then Constance's -head sank upon the pillow, and she fell asleep with her mother's arm encircling -her neck. Emilia lay awake for hours. Her daughter's confession had revived -memories of the past, and she could not banish forebodings. Of all the young men -whom she knew, Julian Burdier was the one she would have chosen for Constance, -but she dreaded the coming meeting with his father. She could not explain her -fears, but she was haunted by threatening shadows. Daylight was dawning when she -fell asleep, and she rose unrefreshed from her bed. Constance, dressed, was -sitting by her side when she awoke. Never had she seen her daughter look so -beautiful; love made her radiant with angelic loveliness.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I want you to look very, very bright, mamma," said Constance. -"I will help you dress."</p> - -<p class="normal">Engrossed in her own happy dreams she did not notice the tired -expression on her mother's face, which, after a little while, wore away beneath -the influence of Constance's gentle ministrations.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Julian will be here early, mamma," she said, when breakfast -was over. "I don't know what to do with myself. Shall I go out, or remain at -home? Hark! Yes; that is his step?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Go to your bedroom, darling," said Emilia, with fond kisses, -"and wait till I call you."</p> - -<p class="normal">Constance obeyed, and Emilia admitted the young man, who -entered the room with flowers for Constance and her mother. She motioned him to -a seat; she was palpitating with emotion, but she succeeded in preserving an -apparently calm demeanor.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You expected me," he said, after she had accepted the flowers -and laid them aside.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Constance told me you would come," said Emilia, gravely.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is she well?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Quite well."</p> - -<p class="normal">Then there was an awkward pause, but soon the young man took -heart of grace, and in modest, manly fashion laid his petition before Emilia.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I cannot hope to be worthy of her," he said; "no man could -be, but I can promise sincerely to do all in my power to make her happy. I love -her very dearly. What can I say more? You will not refuse me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"If it depended upon me," said Emilia, speaking very slowly, -"I should be contented to place my daughter's happiness in your keeping, for I -believe you to be worthy of her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"How can I thank you?" said Julian, impetuously. "It does -depend upon you. Then all is settled. May I see Constance?"</p> - -<p class="normal">She gently shook her head. "Not yet. I could have wished you -had consulted me before you said anything to Constance. I am not blaming you--I -know there are feelings it is difficult to keep in check, but I think it would -have been better if you had confided in me first. I could then have advised -you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"To do what? You have no objection to entrusting me with her; -and indeed, indeed, your trust shall not be misplaced. Perhaps you are right, -but it can make no difference now that I know you approve."</p> - -<p class="normal">"There is one," said Emilia, steadily, "to whom you should -have spoken even before you addressed me or Constance."</p> - -<p class="normal">"My father?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, your father."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Again, I daresay you are right. But I am sure of my father. -He loves me, and will not thwart me----"</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia held up her hand. "Have you considered the difference -in our position?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No--except that I have always felt that Constance is far -above me, if that is what you mean."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is not what I mean. Parents are compelled to view such -matters in a different light. I can give Constance no dowry."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I want none. I want her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And with your father's approval, you shall have my consent. -It is my duty to say this to you, and as you have consulted me first I should -wish him to know that I have so expressed myself, and that my answer is in his -hands."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Very well, I will go to him at once. There is not the least -doubt of his answer, and I have yours already."</p> - -<p class="normal">"No," interrupted Emilia, firmly, but with a tender inclining -toward the young man, "you have not mine already. I cannot give it to you -definitely until I have seen or heard from your father."</p> - -<p class="normal">"How precise you are," said Julian, in a gay tone; "but my -dear Constance's mother cannot be wrong in anything she does." He raised her -hand to his lips and kissed it. "You will not turn me away without allowing me -to see her?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will not turn you away at all, but I cannot sanction -anything more than kind friendship between you and my child till your father has -spoken. Julian, do you not see that I am striving to perform a duty which I -consider right?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Of course I do, and I am greatly to be blamed for worrying -you. But let me see her for one moment. It is only to say good-morning and to -shake hands. You would not have refused me yesterday."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nor will I now. I rely upon your honor, Julian."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You may, implicitly."</p> - -<p class="normal">She called her daughter, and turned from them while they -spoke. They exchanged only a few words, but Constance's hand remained in -Julian's and that was happiness enough for the present. Then Julian called out -to Emilia:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Good-morning. I shall be here again very soon."</p> - -<p class="normal">She accompanied him to the door, and sent him away with a -bright smile, but there was a fear at her heart which she could not have defined -had she endeavored to set it clearly before her.</p> - -<p class="normal">An hour afterward M. Bordier was announced.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Constance," said Emilia, "I think you had best take a walk -while I speak to Julian's father."</p> - -<p class="normal">Constance kissed her mother in silence, and was leaving the -room as M. Bordier entered it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Are you going for a walk?" he asked, holding out his hand.</p> - -<p class="normal">His voice and manner were so affectionate that her heart was -filled with joy. Emilia's heart also throbbed with hope.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, sir," replied Constance, raising her eyes timidly to his -face.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is a bright morning, my dear," he said. "I am glad for -your sake and for Julian's."</p> - -<p class="normal">She wiped away the happy tears as she descended the stairs and -out into the sunshine.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I thought I would lose no time," said M. Bordier to Emilia, -"although really it seemed as if I were not master of my own movements. Julian -was so impatient that he almost thrust me from the house. We will not beat about -the bush, my dear madam. Julian is my only son, and that which affects his -happiness affects me almost as nearly."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Then you have no objection to the engagement?" said Emilia, -eagerly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"None. Julian has related to me all that passed between you -and him, and said you chided him for not coming to me first."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I considered it the right course."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Perhaps, but young people in love are impetuous, and do not -reflect. We ourselves were young, and can recall the time when we were in their -position." A shiver passed through Emilia at this allusion. "You made some -reference to Julian about the difference in our circumstances. I intend to speak -very plainly, you see, because I want the ground cleared once and for all, for -all our sakes. Well, there is a difference, I admit, but it is not to be taken -into account. You can give your daughter no dowry. It is not needed; I am rich -enough to make the future easy for them. My son is a gentleman, your daughter is -a lady. I approve of her, and I shall be proud to receive her into my family." -Emilia gazed at him with swimming eyes; the fear at her heart was fading away. -"She is a great favorite in our home, and we are all very fond of her. I am glad -that the matter has come to an issue before Julian leaves Geneva----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is he going away, then?" asked Emilia, startled at the news.</p> - -<p class="normal">"For a short time only, I hope, and I shall go with him. His -failing sight has caused us great anxiety, and the doctors here can do nothing -for him. We intend to go to Paris, to consult an eminent specialist, and I trust -he will come home quite cured. So that it is as well he has spoken to Constance. -Indeed I suspect his projected departure caused him to open his heart to her -earlier than he intended. Some persons are opposed to early marriages; I am not; -and to judge from your looks you must be of my opinion. You married young?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," replied Emilia, faintly. Her fears revived; her -undefined apprehension of evil was beginning to take shape.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Your name Braham, might belong to any nationality. Was your -husband French?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"He was English." Her throat was dry; she could scarcely -articulate her words. M. Bordier looked at her in concern. "You are not well."</p> - -<p class="normal">"A sudden faintness, that is all," said Emilia, in a firmer -tone. She must not give way; her daughter's happiness was at stake. "It has -passed off now."</p> - -<p class="normal">"English? And you are English also?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I remember when the good Madame Lambert brought you here, -that there was some curiosity felt as to your nationality, but Madame Lambert -silenced it by saying that you would prefer not to refer to the past. That was -woman's talk, and it soon ceased. Your daughter bears Madame Lambert's name, -Constance."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Madame Lambert wished it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Were you and she related--excuse my interminable questions, -but now that we are about to become closely connected we should know more of -each other's antecedents."</p> - -<p class="normal">"We were not related."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Ah, well. While I am away I may run over to England. I should -not be sorry for the opportunity of calling upon your friends there."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have no friends there."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Some relatives surely."</p> - -<p class="normal">"None."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well, your late husband's relatives."</p> - -<p class="normal">"M. Bordier," said Emilia, summoning all her courage to her -aid, "there are in the world persons whose past is so fraught with unhappy -memories that it is painful to revive them. Such has been my past, and the -simple references you have made have opened wounds I hoped were healed. Pray -question me no more."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will not," said M. Bordier, kindly, but also with a certain -gravity which impressed itself strongly upon Emilia, "we will say nothing more -about it at present, and I ask your pardon for causing you pain. But still, when -the formal preliminaries to the marriage between Constance and Julian are -prepared--which cannot be done until Julian and I return to Geneva--some -necessary information of your past will have, of course, to be given to make the -contract legal and binding. Until then we will let the matter drop. And now -allow me to assure you that I give my consent to the engagement with -satisfaction and pleasure. Julian's mother and I have often discussed the future -of our children, and shall be quite satisfied if they marry into families of -respectable character. That is all we ask, and all we consider we have a right -to demand. As to worldly prospects, we will make that our affair, being, I am -thankful to say, able to provide for our children and the mates they may -choose."</p> - -<p class="normal">He held out his hand to Emilia, and with old-fashioned -courtesy kissed her, saying, "You and your daughter will make our house your -home while Julian and I are absent."</p> - -<p class="normal">"How long do you expect to be away?" asked Emilia.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It depends upon what the specialists say of Julian's sight. -But under any circumstances we shall be absent for at least three months, I -expect. Of course the young people will correspond. The first part of their -courtship will have to be done by correspondence."</p> - -<p class="normal">Soon after M. Bordier's departure Constance returned, and was -made happy by the account of the interview. Emilia said nothing of M. Bordier's -references to the past, a theme which had only been dropped to be taken up again -when M. Bordier and Julian came back to Geneva. The evil day was postponed, but -Emilia would not darken the joy of the lovers by speaking of it, or by hinting -at her fast-growing fears of what the final issue would be. M. Bordier had made -it clear to her that it was absolutely necessary that those who formed -matrimonial connections with his children must be persons of respectable -character. What was she? What was her darling Constance? Unknown to all in -Geneva, where they were both respected and loved, they bore the maiden name of -the mother. Let this fact be revealed, let the story of her life be made public, -and they would be irretrievably disgraced, their position lost, their happiness -blasted. Julian remained in Geneva two days after Emilia's interview with M. -Bordier, and now that there was no restraint upon the relations between the -young lovers, Emilia recognized how irrevocably Constance's happiness was linked -with Julian. Was it to be left to her, the fond, the suffering mother, to wreck -the future of the child she adored? Was it fated that she should be compelled to -say to Constance, "You cannot wed the man you love. He is a gentleman, with an -unstained record. You are a child of shame, and are not fit to associate with -respectable people. Take your rightful place in the world--in the gutters--and -look at me and know that I have put you there." Yes, this, in effect, was the -judgment she would have to pronounce. The agony she endured during those two -happy days of courtship is indescribable; but she schooled herself to some -semblance of outward composure, and successfully parried the solicitous -inquiries of those by whom she was surrounded. As to what was to be done, she -would not, she could not think of it till Julian and his father were gone. They -were to be away at least three months; within that time much might be -accomplished--she did not know what or how--but she would pray to God to guide -her. So she suffered in silence, and kissed Julian good-by, and sat quiet in her -room while the lovers were exchanging their last words of affection. Were they -to be indeed the last? Were they never to meet again, to fondly renew their vows -of unchangeful love? It was for her, the tender mother, to answer these -questions. She was the Sibyl who held in her hands the skeins of fate. It was -for her to shed light or darkness upon the future of her darling child.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_39" href="#div1Ref_39">CHAPTER XXXIX.</a></h4> - -<h5>IN ENGLAND ONCE MORE.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">The whole of that night Emilia spent in prayer and thought. -She sought for guidance, and her prayers were answered. With one exception the -events of the past came clearly before her. The death of her father, her life in -Mrs. Seaton's house, her first meeting with Gerald, what occurred on the night -she was turned by the cruel woman into the streets, the kindness of the maiden -sisters, her flight after overhearing the vile calumnies which Mrs. Seaton -uttered against her, her meeting with the good old wagoner--and then a blank. -She could not remember where the wagoner's cottage was situated, and she knew it -would be impossible to find it without some practical clue. The marriage at the -registrar's office she now distinctly recalled, and although she had never held -the marriage certificate in her hand, she was certain the ceremony had been -performed. Then came the memory of the happy honeymoon, and with that memory -certain words which Gerald had spoken to her with reference to the desk of -Indian workmanship which he had said was her property, but which his brother -Leonard retained with other articles which rightfully belonged to her. The words -were these: "There is a secret drawer in this desk, Emilia, and in the desk -something which concerns you nearly." It flashed upon her with the power of a -divine revelation that what he referred to was the marriage certificate, which, -if she could obtain it, would insure her daughter's happiness and save them both -from disgrace. She placed credence no longer in the infamous statement made by -Leonard, that she had gone through a false ceremony; she had believed it at the -time because of her wish to escape from her persecutors and defamers, because -Gerald was lost to her, because she thought only of the present. The image of -Gerald, with his truthful eyes, rose before her; she heard his voice, the voice -of truth and honor, say mournfully, "And could you believe that I could be so -unutterably base and infamous as to deceive you so shamefully, that I could plot -and lie for your ruin, whom I loved so faithfully?" No, she would no longer -believe it. Gerald had behaved honorably toward her, and she had allowed herself -to be tricked by the specious tale of a villain whose object was to obtain -possession of the fortune which would have fallen to her. He was welcome to -that, but she would at least make an effort to rescue her darling child from -despair. She would go to England and endeavor to find Leonard. That done she -would boldly confront him, and tell him to his face that he had lied to her, and -that she would expose him if he did not furnish her with the opportunity of -establishing her marriage with Gerald. She would not confide in Constance, for -the present, and for as long as it was in her power to do so, she would preserve -her secret. Time enough when she was compelled to reveal it.</p> - -<p class="normal">She acted as she was inwardly directed. The following day she -told Constance that business of a private nature necessitated her going to -England. Constance was to go with her, and they would be away from Geneva -probably some six or seven weeks.</p> - -<p class="normal">"We shall be back before Julian returns," said Constance, and -then was seized with consternation. "But his letters, mamma, his letters!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"We can leave directions," said Emilia, "that they shall be -forwarded to the London Post-Office. It will only be a delay of a day or two, -and you can make your letters to Julian longer, as a recompense."</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia named London, a city she had never visited, because she -had often heard Leonard say that it was the only place in England worth living -in. With money at command that would be the most likely place in which to find -him.</p> - -<p class="normal">Julian's family were surprised at this sudden departure, but -Emilia easily explained it by saying that it was upon private business of -importance. By her directions Constance wrote to Julian at once, informing him -of their movements, and bidding him address his future letters to her to the -General Post-Office in London. Then Emilia made arrangements for a lady to take -her place with her pupils during her absence, and all her preparations being -completed, she and Constance started for England.</p> - -<p class="normal">What would have embarrassed her had Constance been of a less -sweet and confiding disposition was the necessity of her conducting her -inquiries alone, without the knowledge of her daughter. She explained this to -Constance as well as she was able.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You will not mind being left a good deal alone, dear?" she -said, when they were established in lodgings in London.</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, mamma, if you wish it," said Constance.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is necessary, darling. I have some business of a very -private nature to look after; if you were with me it would hamper me. I cannot -tell you now what it is, but it is for your good and mine."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And Julian's," said Constance.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Of course, and Julian's. You will not mind, will you?" "No, -mamma, not at all. I can get books, and I can write to Julian."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You think only of him, dear."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And of you, mamma," said Constance, reproachfully.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, my dear, yes. I think I must be growing jealous."</p> - -<p class="normal">"There is no reason, mamma dear. I love you both with all my -heart. And Julian loves us both with all his. And you love us both with all -yours. So it is really equal all round."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Constance," said Emilia, "if it were ever to happen that you -had to choose between Julian and me----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mamma," cried Constance, "you frighten me!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Forgive me, darling, forgive me," said Emilia, hastening to -repair her error by caresses, "but all sorts of notions come into a foolish -mother's head when she is about to lose her child."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Now, mamma," said Constance, forcing her mother into a chair -and kneeling before her, "I am going to be very severe with you. How, can you -talk of my choosing between Julian and you? Why, mamma, it is impossible, it -would break my heart! And how can you talk of losing your child? You will never -lose her, darling mamma. Instead of losing me you will have another to look -after as well as me; you will have Julian, who loves you nearly, not quite--I -will not have that--as much as I do."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Never, Constance."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And you will never think it again?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Never, dear," said Emilia; and she was careful from that hour -to keep a more jealous guard over her tongue.</p> - -<p class="normal">At this period of Emilia's life there entered into her soul a -surprising strength. She became strong, morally and physically. All her -energies, all her intellectual faculties, were braced up almost abnormally in -the momentous mission upon which she was engaged. Feeling the importance of a -starting-point, she determined to visit her native town, and to visit it alone. -She learnt from the time-tables that a train started at 5 P.M. and arrived at -10. On the following day a train from London started at 4 P.M. and was due some -six hours after, so that she need be absent from Constance for one night only. -It was her first separation from her child, but she nerved herself to it, and -instilled the same spirit into Constance, who consented without a murmur. -Constance was to have her meals at home, to keep her doors locked and not stir -out, and to wait up the second night for her mother's return.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I shall be quite safe, mamma," said Constance, "and I shall -not be dull. Nearly all the time you are away I shall be writing to Julian."</p> - -<p class="normal">That night Emilia was once more in her native town. Eighteen -years had passed since she left it, and it was with sadness she recognized -familiar landmarks with which her childhood had been associated. She had taken -the precaution of effecting a change in her appearance. She darkened her -eyebrows and arranged her hair in a fashion so strange as to be startled when -she looked into the glass. Moreover, she wore a thick veil. "No one will know -me," she thought. But when she issued from the hotel the next morning she was a -little afraid, for among the first persons she met was Mrs. Seaton. The cruel -woman was but little altered; her features were more pinched, her eyes more -stern than of yore, but Emilia knew her instantly. Mrs. Seaton, however, did not -recognize Emilia, although she looked at her sharply, as was her wont with -strangers. There was in the town a gossip who kept a small shop, and thither -Emilia went, and, entering the shop, was greeted by the same woman who used to -serve her in former years. Making some purchases and bargaining for others, -Emilia drew the woman into conversation, and learned all she wished to know. Oh, -yes, the woman remembered the brothers Paget very well, very well indeed. They -were not brothers, no, they were stepbrothers. There was a fire in their house, -and it was burned down, how many years ago? Eighteen or twenty, she could not -quite say to a year or two; and a young lady, Miss Braham--Emilia Braham, that -was her right name--rushed out of the house in the middle of the night while the -fire was raging. There was a lot of talk about it. Miss Braham's father died -suddenly--was killed by the falling of a scaffold--and Emilia was left alone, -without a shilling in the world. Then she got a situation with Mrs. Seaton--Oh, -everybody knew Mrs. Seaton; she had a sharp tongue, and had more enemies than -friends--and she left her mistress' house at a moment's notice. Late at night, -too. Mrs. Seaton said she had planned a secret meeting with Mr. Gerald Paget--he -was the handsomest and the youngest of the step-brothers--and that was the -reason of her going away so suddenly. It did look suspicious, didn't it? And it -looked more than suspicious when she rushed out of Mr. Gerald's house in the -middle of the night to save herself from being burned alive. That is often how -people are found out in a way they little expect. But there were some people -afterward who took Miss Braham's part, and said she wasn't guilty, though -appearances were so much against her. That was because two ladies--old maids -they were, and sisters--stood up for her, and went about saying all sorts of -kind things about Miss Braham. What is that you say? God bless them for it! Yes, -they deserve all that; they were kind-hearted ladies. They're in the churchyard -now, and know more than we do. Well, these old maids took Miss Braham home on -the night of the fire, when she was in a high fever, and no wonder, with what -was on her mind; and Mrs. Seaton went there and told them they were being -imposed upon by a shameless young woman. It was a hard thing to do, and she -might have held her tongue, but that is not Mrs. Seaton's way. Once she takes a -grudge against a body she don't let them alone, not she. While she was, with the -old maids talking against Miss Braham, the young lady herself heard it, it -seems, and she ran away, no one knew where to. Mr. Gerald, who must have been -very much in love with her, was in a dreadful way about her, and the lawyers -were busy trying to find her; and his step-brother, Mr. Leonard, who had come -home from Australia that very morning, helped him, too. Then the two brothers -went away together, and nothing was heard of them, or of Miss Braham, for months -and months, till it got about that poor Mr. Gerald had been killed by falling -over a precipice in foreign parts. Then Mr. Leonard came home, and took -possession of the property, which all fell to him. What did he do with it? He -sold it all off, and went to London to live, and that's where he is now, for all -she knew. It was a lot of money he came into; some say as much as five or six -thousand pounds a year, but he was just the sort of gentleman to make ducks and -drakes with it. That was the whole story of the two brothers and Miss Emilia -Braham. You would like to know something more! What is it? When Mr. Leonard -Paget came home didn't he say anything about Miss Braham? No, not a word, so far -as she knew, and she would have been sure to hear of it if he had. No, she was -positive he never said one single word about her. She did not suppose he knew -what became of her, and most likely, after a time, he forgot her altogether.</p> - -<p class="normal">Then the garrulous shopwoman, having exhausted her budget, -reckoned up the purchases which Emilia had made, and having received payment, -bade her customer good day.</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia's next visit was to a flower shop, where she bought -some loose flowers; then to the churchyard, where she was directed to the grave -of the maiden sisters. She knelt and prayed there, and left the flowers on their -grave.</p> - -<p class="normal">She had learned that Leonard was in London, and as there was -no occasion for her to remain any longer in the town she took an earlier train -than that she had marked, and arrived home four hours before Constance expected -her. Reflecting upon her situation during that night, she felt how powerless she -was. Leonard, she had every reason to believe, was in London, but to look for -him in that vast city in the hope of finding him was scarcely within reason. -And, indeed, had she not been befriended by some strange chance she might have -remained in London for years without meeting the man for whom she was seeking. -But it happened so, and an important stage was reached in her inquiry.</p> - -<p class="normal">The weather was bitterly cold, and snow was falling heavily, -but this did not keep her at home. In a kind of fever she traversed the streets -of the city, selecting those which a man of fashion and fond of pleasure would -be most likely to frequent. On the fourth day of her search she was walking in -Regent Street, when she suddenly stopped with her hand at her heart. It was as -much as she could do to prevent herself from screaming aloud, for walking -leisurely before her, with a light step and jaunty air, was Leonard Paget -himself. By a powerful effort she controlled her agitation, and set herself the -task of following him. She had caught a glimpse of his face, and she could not -be mistaken. He looked older and thinner, but his expression was that of a man -who was enjoying the pleasures of the world and making the most of them. Having -thus providentially tracked him down, Emilia determined not to lose sight of -him. Her desire was to ascertain where he lived, and in the doing so to keep -herself from his sight. To accost him in the open street would be madness. No, -she must speak to him in a place where he could not easily escape from her, -where he could not thrust her off. "If he takes a cab," she thought, "I will -take another and follow him. If he walks all day and night, I will walk after -him. He shall not, he shall not, evade me now." No detective could have been -more determined and wary than she, but her present task did not occupy her very -long. The cold day was no temptation to the man before her, and it happened -fortunately for Emilia, that his face was homeward turned. He walked to the -bottom of Regent Street, and plunged into the narrow tangle of thoroughfares on -the left. The numbers of people favored her pursuit, and she was not noticed. -True, the man did not know he was being followed, and only looked back when a -pretty girl passed him. Presently he was in Soho, and in one or two of the -streets through which she passed Emilia feared detection, there being fewer -persons in them; but still he had no suspicion, and walked carelessly, gayly on. -At length he stopped before a house in Gerard Street, took a latch-key from his -pocket, opened the door, entered, and closed it behind him.</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia drew a long breath. It was there he lived; but she -would make sure.</p> - -<p class="normal">A boy with a basket of bread slung across his shoulders had -stopped at the next house to deliver a loaf. Leonard Paget had passed the boy, -who looked at him while he was opening the street door. Then the boy, having -received some money, lounged on to the house which Leonard had entered, and -knocked and rang. The housekeeper, Mrs. Middlemore, answered the summons, and -took in a loaf. When the street door was closed again Emilia crossed over to the -lad, and asked him if he would like a shilling, to which the boy facetiously -replied that he would like two, but would put up with one if he could not get -more.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will give you two," said Emilia, "if you answer a few -questions."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Off we start," said the boy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I want to know who that gentleman is who went into the house -you have just left?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"That gent as let himself in with his latch-key. Oh, that's -Mr. Felix."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's not true," said Emilia.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, you're going to cry off, are you? I call that mean, I do. -I tell you it's Mr. Felix."</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia considered a moment. What more likely than that Leonard -Paget was living there under an assumed name?</p> - -<p class="normal">"Are you sure? Here is the first shilling."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Cock sure. Why, he's lived there years and years, and there's -nobody in the house but him. There's a housekeeper, Mrs. Middlemore; she took in -a loaf from me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Does this Mr. Felix live there regularly?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I see him regularly, so he lives there regularly. Anything -more I can do for you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, thank you; here is your other shilling."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Thank you." And the boy walked off, whistling.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_40" href="#div1Ref_40">CHAPTER XL.</a></h4> - -<h5>DR. PETERSSEN REAPPEARS ON THE SCENE.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">For the unexpected good fortune of this discovery Emilia was -very grateful, and her mind was now occupied in considering how to make the best -use of it. She did not linger in Gerard Street lest she should be seen by -Gerald's brother, but before she left it she ascertained that he was known not -as Mr., but as Monsieur Felix. For what reason had he concealed his right name? -For what reason had he assumed that of a foreigner? It was perhaps because she -had but one subject to think of, but one supreme end to attain, that she -mentally decided that she herself was not unconnected with his motive for -concealing his identity. If that were the case it would be difficult indeed to -obtain an interview with him. If she presented herself in person, or sent up her -name, he would refuse to receive her; if she forced herself upon him he would -not listen to her, and the next time she went to him she would find that he had -flown. Thus her mission would be a failure and the unhappiness of her daughter -insured. It behooved her to be very careful in her movements; the least slip -would be fatal.</p> - -<p class="normal">The whole of that day and the whole of the next she bent her -mind to the consideration of the peculiar position in which she was placed. She -did not remain at home; she spent many hours in the vicinity of Soho, making -inquiries of M. Felix's habits and character, in such a manner as to draw no -suspicion upon herself. Small tradesmen of whom she made purchases were the -medium of these inquiries, and they were able to give her much information -because of the gossiping disposition of Mrs. Middlemore, the housekeeper. It was -at this time that she developed a talent for intrigue. To insure that she should -not be recognized by M. Felix in a chance meeting in the streets, she took a -room that was to let midway between Soho and the apartments occupied by herself, -stating that she was an actress; and at one shop in the Strand, and at another -in a street running out of that thoroughfare, she purchased a box of "make-up" -and a wig of a different color from her own hair. It was a short wig, and when -her own locks were concealed beneath it, and she had used certain pigments on -her face, no one who knew her as Emilia Braham could possibly recognize her. -These changes were made in the room she had taken unknown to Constance, and she -gave no person in the house an opportunity of observing her. Independent, -however, of these changes she was no further advanced at the end of the second -day than when she met M. Felix in Regent Street, and she could think of no means -of obtaining the interview she desired.</p> - -<p class="normal">On the third day she went out again in the direction of Gerard -Street, drawn thither, as it were, by a magnetic current. But indeed all her -hopes, and the future of herself and child, were centred in the house in which -Gerald's brother lived under the name of M. Felix. Snow was still falling -heavily, but she did not shrink from the chill blasts which swept through the -narrow spaces of Soho. She had struck up an acquaintance with the mistress of a -shop in which foreign provisions were sold, and she was now standing before the -counter conversing with the woman, and picking up further information of the -domestic habits which reigned in M. Felix's house. She learnt that it was Mrs. -Middlemore's custom to go out every night for her supper-beer at half-past -eleven, and that she was generally absent for not less than half an hour. A wild -plan instantly suggested itself; she felt that something must be done, and that -she must be bold. At eleven o'clock this very night she would be on the watch -outside the house in Gerard Street, waiting for the housekeeper to go upon her -usual nightly errand. Then she would go up to her, before she closed the -street-door, and say she came by appointment to see M. Felix. She had already -ascertained that he occupied apartments on the first floor; she had seen on the -previous night the lights shining through his windows, and she would know in the -same way on this night whether he was at home. If she played her part well, and -controlled her voice so that it did not betray her, the housekeeper would -doubtless take her word, and thus she would obtain entrance to the house without -M. Felix being aware of it. As to what she should do when she confronted him she -was as yet undecided, but certain unformed ideas loomed in her mind which seemed -to give her hope that this nocturnal visit would not be fruitless. It would be -necessary, however, that she should not present herself to the housekeeper -dressed as a woman, for that would almost certainly bring suspicion upon her. In -the disguise of a man her story would be more credible. Well, she would buy a -suit of male clothing, and so disguise herself. The moral energy by which she -was supported caused her to accept any suggestion, however daring and bold, by -means of which she could attain success.</p> - -<p class="normal">She went out of the provision shop full of the scheme, but had -not gone ten yards before she made a discovery which occasioned her as much -surprise as her meeting with Gerald's brother a couple of days ago. A man -brushed quite closely to her, and this man was none other than Dr. Peterssen. -Another fateful thread in her sad story. What did his presence in that locality -portend?</p> - -<p class="normal">He took no notice of her as he passed, but lingered before the -window of the provision shop, looking through the panes, not at the goods -displayed, but into the shop to see who was there. Throughout this series of -adventures Emilia's senses were preternaturally sharpened, and nothing escaped -her which seemed to bear upon her sad story. Presently Dr. Peterssen entered the -shop, and without a moment's hesitation Emilia followed him.</p> - -<p class="normal">He had already commenced a conversation with the mistress of -the establishment, who, saying to him, "I beg your pardon," went to Emilia.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have forgotten something I wanted to buy," said Emilia, in -a low tone, "but I can wait till you have attended to that gentleman."</p> - -<p class="normal">She took care that her voice should not reach his ears, and as -the woman stepped toward him she turned her back, with the air of a person who -was not in the least interested in his business. The first words she spoke -caused Emilia's heart to beat violently; but she still kept her face from him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, sir, M. Felix lives very near here, in the next street."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Thank you," said Dr. Peterssen. "It was very careless of me -to lose the letter he sent me containing his address. Would you mind writing it -down on paper for me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not at all, sir."</p> - -<p class="normal">The woman wrote the address, and Dr. Peterssen, thanking her, -left the shop. Then she asked Emilia what she wished; it was common enough for -people to come and ask the address of persons living in the neighborhood, and -she attached no importance to it. Emilia made another small purchase, and again -took her departure.</p> - -<p class="normal">Instead of leaving Soho, as was her original intention, to buy -the suit of man's clothing necessary for the carrying out of her scheme, she -walked slowly through Gerard Street. Dr. Peterssen was on the opposite side of -the road to that on which M. Felix's house was situated, and he was gazing up at -the windows with an expression of triumph on his face. There had been a note of -triumph also in his voice when he had thanked the shopkeeper for the information -she gave him, and Emilia judged from those signs that he, as well as herself, -had been hunting for M. Felix. For what reason, and why, had M. Felix hidden -himself from a man he knew so well? Here again Emilia did not stop to reason. In -the selfishness of the task upon which she was engaged she jumped at -conclusions, and the conclusion she formed now was that Dr. Peterssen's search -for M. Felix was in some way connected with herself and the husband she had -lost.</p> - -<p class="normal">No detective could have acted more warily than she. With -extreme caution she watched Dr. Peterssen's movements. He stood for a few -moments looking up at the windows, then he crossed the road, and noted the -number of the house, and then, with an exulting smile, he slowly walked away. -Emilia was now more than ever resolved to carry out her scheme on this night.</p> - -<p class="normal">She had observed that there were large clothing establishments -in Tottenham Court Road, and at one of these she purchased a suit of clothes for -a small-made man. Hastening to the room she had taken she tried them on and -found them too large. She went back to the shop and exchanged the suit for a -smaller one, which fitted her fairly well. Then leaving the clothes behind her, -she joined Constance, and remained with her till eight o'clock.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Must you go out to night, mamma?" asked the girl.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, Constance," replied Emilia, "and I may not be home till -late. You had better go to bed soon."</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, mamma," said Constance, "I will wait up for you." She -went to the window. "Mamma, you cannot possibly go out. The snow will blind you. -There is not a person in the streets."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I must go, dear child," said Emilia, firmly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"But, mamma, dear--look!"</p> - -<p class="normal">It was the night of January 16th, and a terrible snowstorm was -raging. For over two weeks now the snow had been falling in London, and many of -the thoroughfares were blocked with drift, which the efforts of great numbers of -laborers could not remove; and on this night the tempest had reached its height. -So engrossed had Emilia been in the task which had brought her from her happy -home in Geneva that she thought little of the storms of nature which she had -encountered as she trudged through the white-carpeted thoroughfares of the city. -What physical sufferings was she not prepared to bear, and to bear cheerfully, -for the sake of her beloved child? Only when her strength gave way would she -yield, and she was sustained now by an abnormal strength which enabled her to -endure that from which on ordinary occasions she would have shrunk. During this -trying period of her life her powers of endurance were astonishing.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You will not go out in such a storm, mamma!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do not try to dissuade me, darling, I must go. Do not fear -for me; God is watching over me. I shall be quite safe."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Let me go with you," pleaded Constance.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Impossible. You know, dear child, I always do what I believe -to be right; I am doing it now, and you must not thwart me, nor make things more -difficult for me than they are."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Are they difficult, mamma!" asked Constance, in a tone of -tender solicitude. This was the first time her mother had hinted at -difficulties, and the admission had slipped from Emilia unawares.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, dear, but I cannot tell you what they are. Perhaps the -time may come when I shall tell you all, but for the present trust in me, have -faith in me."</p> - -<p class="normal">The solemnity of her voice had its effect, and Constance no -longer attempted to prevail upon her.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Are you warm enough, mamma?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, dear child, and my boots are dry and thick. God bless my -darling, and shield her from harm."</p> - -<p class="normal">Constance tied a red silk scarf round her mother's neck, who -left her with bright smiles and cheering words. Then Emilia made her way to her -other lodging of one room, and effected the change in her garments. There was no -other lodger in the house but herself, and she had a latchkey to let herself in; -she experienced little difficulty in preserving the secrecy necessary for her -operations, and she entered and left the house always without being observed.</p> - -<p class="normal">She surveyed herself in the little bit of broken looking-glass -which rested on the deal chest of drawers against the wall. "It is not possible -for anyone to recognize me," she thought, and was about to leave the room, when -her eyes fell upon the red scarf which Constance had tied round her throat. With -a tender smile she took it up and put it on. She looked at her watch; it was a -quarter to ten. "I have still a few minutes," she said, and she knelt by the -side of the bed she had not yet occupied, and prayed for strength and for a -successful issue of her dangerous errand. Then she went out into the streets.</p> - -<p class="normal">They were almost deserted; all the better for her task. On -such a night who would notice her? As she turned into Gerard Street the church -clocks chimed a quarter to eleven. She had three-quarters of an hour to wait. -But the hot blood rushed over her face and neck as she saw, three or four paces -ahead of her, the form of a man proceeding in the direction she was taking--and -that man no other than Dr. Peterssen. He knocked--a peculiar knock seemingly by -pre-arrangement--and Emilia timed her steps so that she reached and passed the -door as it was opened by someone from within. She stooped just beyond the -street-door, and while she was pretending to tie her shoestring heard what -passed, which may fitly be given here in dramatic form:</p> - -<p class="normal">Dr. Peterssen: "Ah, my dear friend, at last we meet!"</p> - -<p class="normal">M. Felix (starting back): "You!"</p> - -<p class="normal">(His voice, although it had spoken but one word, was to Emilia -a confirmation. It was the voice of Gerald's brother, Leonard.)</p> - -<p class="normal">Dr. Peterssen (airily): "I, sweet comrade in the shady paths, -I, Dr. Peterssen--nu ghost, flesh and blood. You received my note."</p> - -<p class="normal">M. Felix: "Written in a woman's hand, signed in a woman's -name!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Dr. Peterssen: "I knew that was the best bait to hook my fish. -And the knock, too, that you yourself and no one else--no prying housekeepers or -servants--must answer. Still the same Don Juan as ever. But it is biting cold -here. Let us get into your cosy room and talk."</p> - -<p class="normal">M. Felix: "Not to-night."</p> - -<p class="normal">Dr. Peterssen: "I am not to be put off, friend of my soul. We -will have our little say to-night."</p> - -<p class="normal">M. Felix: "I have friends with me. I cannot receive you now."</p> - -<p class="normal">Dr. Peterssen: "A lie. You have no friends with you." (His -tone changing to one of undisguised brutality.) "If you keep me waiting here one -minute longer I will ruin you. Do you forget our pleasant partnership in -Switzerland nineteen years ago? Do you forget your brother Gerald?"</p> - -<p class="normal">M. Felix: "Hush! Come in. Step softly."</p> - -<p class="normal">That was all. The door was closed, and all was still.</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia stood upright, with a face as white as the falling -snow. The words with their hidden meanings, the voices with their varying tones, -the trick by which Dr. Peterssen had found it necessary to obtain admission to -the presence of M. Felix, the veiled threats, the allusions to the partnership -in Switzerland and to her dear Gerald--what did all these portend? What but a -secret plot, unknown to her, unknown to all but its accomplices, a plot in which -Gerald had been involved, and therefore she? Oh, for some beneficent gift to -pierce those walls, to hear what those villains were saying! But it was idle and -might be hurtful to indulge in vain, impracticable wishes. She summoned all her -fortitude. Scarcely now could she hope to obtain speech to-night with the man -whom she believed had ruined her life, and who could ruin it still further. But -she would not desert her post; she would wait and hope. She heeded not the -bitter, piercing cold; she seemed to be divinely armed against physical -suffering. So she tramped slowly up and down the street through the deep snow, -keeping her eyes fixed ever on the windows of the room in which the conspirators -were conversing, walking backward with her face to them when she went from the -house. Visions of the past rose before her; the white snow falling even in this -narrow street brought back the snow mountains of Switzerland, where last she had -seen the two enemies within hail of her. "Strengthen me, oh, God of the -universe!" she murmured. "Endow me with power to fulfil my task, so that I may -keep shame and sorrow from my beloved child."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_41" href="#div1Ref_41">CHAPTER XLI.</a></h4> - -<h5>DR. PETERSSEN BRINGS M. FELIX TO BOOK.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">When Dr. Peterssen entered M. Felix's sitting-room he sank -into a chair, and gazed around upon the luxurious furnishings with an air of -scornful approval. A cigar-case was on the table, and without invitation the -unwelcome visitor helped himself to a cigar, which he lighted and smoked in -silence for two or three minutes. Meanwhile M. Felix looked on and said nothing.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are comfortably lodged here," said Dr. Peterssen, at -length, "and your cigars are very fine; but you were ever a man of taste in the -matter of your own enjoyments; the best were always good enough for you. By the -by, the friends you were entertaining? Where are they?" M. Felix smiled sourly, -and Dr. Peterssen laughed aloud. The next moment, however, he became grave. "Let -us proceed to business."</p> - -<p class="normal">"With all my heart," said M. Felix. "I shall be rid of you all -the sooner."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You will never be rid of me, dear comrade. I am curious to -learn for what reason Mr. Leonard Paget has transformed himself into M. Felix."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are curious to learn nothing of the sort; you are -acquainted with the reason. It was to escape from your rapacity, which in -another year or two would have beggared me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"A good reason, from a purely selfish point of view, but you -lost sight of a most important element. You and I are one, sweet boy; our -fortunes are one; if I swim, you swim; if I sink, you sink. I am not at all -sure, as to the latter, whether I could not save myself and bring you to -destruction at the same time. Why did you cut and run from the tender-hearted -individual upon whom your safety depends? I asked you now and then for a trifle -of money to help me through difficulties; you always objected, I always -insisted. I put the matter before you plainly. If I did not discharge certain -obligations----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Brought about by your mad gambling," interrupted M. Felix.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Granted, dear boy, but men with minds are never free from -weaknesses of one kind or other, and I freely admit I like a little flutter -occasionally."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You would have bled me," said M. Felix, with a dark frown, -"till I had lost every shilling of my fortune."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Of <i>our</i> fortune, comrade, of <i>our</i> fortune. It is -in my power to strip you of it at any moment, therefore, in common equity, the -money is as much mine as yours."</p> - -<p class="normal">"We made a bargain, and I adhered to it--have adhered to it up -to this day."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Quite correct. Every quarter-day I find paid into my bank the -sum of one hundred and fifty pounds. Woe to you if there had been a single -omission. I might have advertised for you, in terms which would have drawn -unpleasant notice upon you; I would have left no stone unturned to unearth you. -I think it is five years ago since we last met. It was not an amicable meeting; -angry words passed between us. You gave me the money I asked for and insisted -upon having, but you declined to accept the view I presented for your -consideration, that you were but the treasurer of a common fund. We parted, not -the best of friends, and the next thing I heard of you was conveyed in a letter -you wrote to me from Brindisi--it was actually posted from there--informing me -that you had left England never to return, and that the six hundred a year would -be paid regularly into my bankers in quarterly instalments, as usual. My dear -friend, that letter naturally did not please me, and I did not propose to submit -patiently to the desertion. I was working for you, for your ease, for your -safety; I had an establishment to keep up. My little private asylum in the -country, with its patients and keepers, entails upon me a great expense. I am -getting tired of it; it chains me down; I have to be very watchful and careful; -I have to wheedle and bribe, and, besides, I have to live. I knew that you lied -when you wrote that you had left England never to return; I knew that it was the -only country in the world you cared to live in, and I set to work to discover -your hiding place. For five years I have been hunting for you; I have been in -London a dozen times; I have searched everywhere. Oh, the money you have cost -me, every shilling of which you shall refund. You shall; I have kept an account, -and you shall pay me not only what I am out of pocket, but so much a day for my -personal labor. But you are extraordinarily cunning, and it is only now I have -succeeded in tracking you down. And being tracked, I mean to keep my hold upon -you; I mean to have my due; I mean to share equally with you. It was by the -merest chance that I obtained a clue, and I followed it up, until, behold, in -the person of M. Felix, who passes as a foreigner, I discover my dearest friend, -Mr. Leonard Paget, a partner with me in a conspiracy which, if it were made -public, would insure, for you, certainly, for me probably, penal servitude for -life. Now, what is it you propose to do?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"What do you want?" demanded M. Felix.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have already stated--an equal share of the fortune for -which we both conspired."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What if I told you that it was pretty well squandered, and -there was but little left?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I should not believe you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is a fact."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is a lie."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do you think I should be living in such seclusion as this if -it were not the truth?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I think what I please. What more can a man desire than what I -see around me? You must be enjoying your days, Leonard."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I repeat," said M. Felix, "that I have lost the greater part -of the money. You can prove it for yourself if you like. I have speculated -unluckily; I have lost large sums at Monaco. You can't get blood out of stone."</p> - -<p class="normal">"If you are the stone I will have either blood or money. -Understand me; I am quite resolved. You see, dear friend, you have unfortunately -roused a feeling of animosity in me by your bad treatment. I was to have all the -kicks, you all the ha'pence. Unfair, monstrously unfair. Whose was the immediate -risk in the conspiracy? Mine. Over whose head has hung, at any chance moment, -the peril of discovery? Over mine. Who has done all the work? I. And you, living -your life of ease and pleasure, laughed in your sleeve all the time, and thought -what an easy tool it was who was doing all the dirty work for you, while you -posed as a gentleman of immaculate virtue. Leonard, do not mistake me you will -have to do as I command; I am not your slave; you are mine. I hold you in the -hollow of my hand. You have escaped me once, you shall not escape me again."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You speak bravely," said M. Felix, with an attempt at -bravado. "What would you do if I defy you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"What would I do if you defy me?" repeated Dr. Peterssen, -musingly. "I would have my revenge, most certainly. I would bring destruction -upon you, most certainly. I would make a felon of you, most certainly."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You forget that you would be implicated in these unpleasant -consequences."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I forget nothing; but you are mistaken, friend of my soul. -There are roads open to me which are closed to you. I could turn Queen's -evidence. I could do better than that. I could hunt up your brother Gerald's -wife, who deems herself a dishonored woman. I could say to her that I was a tool -in your hands, that you bribed me and played upon my poverty. I could say that -the tale you told her of a mock marriage was false, and that she was truly -Gerald's wife. I could inform her that her husband was at this moment alive, and -was to be found at----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Hush!" cried M. Felix.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Why? I am not afraid. Having revealed the plot to her I -should disappear. She would come to England, if she were not here already; she -would lose not a moment in ascertaining whether I spoke the truth; and then, my -very cunning and clever friend, where would you be, I should like to know? Not -only would you be brought to the bar of justice, but you would have to make -restitution. You would be beggared and irretrievably disgraced; your life of -ease and pleasure would be at an end. As I am a living man, I would bring you to -this pass; and I have little doubt, when I wrote to Gerald's wife from my chosen -place of exile, that she would listen to the tale of pity I should relate, and -would reward me for restoring her husband to her arms, and for restoring the -good name which you filched from her by the basest of tricks."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Enough of this," said M. Felix, "I capitulate. Nothing can be -done to-night. Come to me to-morrow, and we will make terms. I can say no more."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Perhaps not," said Dr. Peterssen. "You will be here -to-morrow?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will be here."</p> - -<p class="normal">"At noon?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"At noon."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Then we will go into accounts."</p> - -<p class="normal">"As you will."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Attend to me, dear friend. By my blood, by my life, if you -deceive me, if you attempt to evade me, if you try once again to escape, I will -make the story public through Gerald's wife! Then you may say your -prayers--which will be a novel thing for you to do." He raised his hand and -swore a frightful oath that he would do as he threatened if he did not find M. -Felix at home at the time he had named.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You will find me at home," said M. Felix, sullenly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What noise is that?" asked Dr. Peterssen, as the sound of the -shutting of the street-door came to his ears.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is the housekeeper going out for liquor. She does so every -night."</p> - -<p class="normal">"She must have a passion for liquor to go out on such a night. -An obliging housekeeper, no doubt, dear friend."</p> - -<p class="normal">"She does as she is directed."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You have a commanding way with you which goes down with the -weak. Are there other lodgers in this house?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am the only one."</p> - -<p class="normal">"As I have heard."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You have been making inquiries of me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have. So, we two are alone. Not a soul on the premises but -ourselves. One of us might murder the other, and have time to escape before -discovery was made."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It would not pay either of us to proceed to such an -extremity."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It would not. You are not an affectionate brother, Leonard. -You have never inquired after Gerald."</p> - -<p class="normal">"He is still alive, then?</p> - -<p class="normal">"He is still alive."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You might be deceiving me. He may have died years ago."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That might have been, but it is not so. Would you care to -convince yourself? Come down and see him. He might recognize you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"No," said M. Felix, with a shudder. "I will take your word."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do you not wish to know how he is?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"How is he?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"In bodily health, better than you would suppose; but his -mind"--Dr. Peterssen did not complete the sentence, but watched with some -curiosity the effect of his words upon his companion.</p> - -<p class="normal">"He is really mad?" exclaimed M. Felix, eagerly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"By no means. It is merely that he is plunged into a chronic -melancholy. He passes days in silence, speaking not a word. I give him books, -and sometimes he reads, but I am not sure whether he understands what he reads."</p> - -<p class="normal">"No one sees him?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No one but myself and those about me, who know him, as you -are aware, as George Street, possessed with an insane idea that he is somebody -else."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Street's father--does he not come to see his son?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"He does not. Long ago he took the advice I gave him, that it -would be best and most merciful for him not to attempt to see his son. Had he -not agreed with me, it might have been awkward. Once he came; and I fortunately -happened to have in the house a patient absolutely mad, one given to loud -raving. It was curious, was it not, that at the time of Mr. Street's visit this -patient was in one of his strongest paroxysms? Mr. Street turned pale when he -heard the shouts. 'Is that my poor son?' he asked. 'That is your poor son,' I -answered. 'I will not answer for the consequences if his eyes fell upon you.' -The father went away, with sighs, saying before he went, 'Nothing better can be -done for him than you are doing?' 'Nothing better,' I answered. 'He is receiving -every kindness here. In another establishment he would be worse off than he is -with me.' He came no more, but I send him regular reports, and occasionally go -to see him."</p> - -<p class="normal">"He pays you regularly?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes; he is a prosperous man." Dr. Peterssen rose. -"Good-night. I will be here at noon. I must make my way through this awful storm -as well as I can."</p> - -<p class="normal">"May you perish in it!" thought M. Felix.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It occurs to me," continued Dr. Peterssen, "that I ought to -have some guarantee with me. You have some money about you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not much."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Give me what you have."</p> - -<p class="normal">M. Felix took his pocketbook from his pocket, which Dr. -Peterssen seized before he could open it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You shall have it back to-morrow, minus the cash."</p> - -<p class="normal">He caught sight of the desk of sandal-wood which Emilia would -have remembered so well. It was open, and by its side lay the dagger with its -handle representing a twisted snake and its ruby eye. With a swift motion Dr. -Peterssen closed the desk and lifted it from the table. "I will take this with -me as a guarantee."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will not allow you," cried M. Felix.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is not for you to allow," said Dr. Peterssen, coolly. -"With me it goes, and to-morrow shall be returned. It contains private papers -perhaps; all the better." The key being in it, he turned it in the lock, and -threw it to M. Felix. "You cannot object now, and it would make no difference if -you did. My locking it proves that I do not intend to pry into your secrets -unless you force me. Good-night."</p> - -<p class="normal">He spoke with an air of fierce determination, and M. Felix -felt himself powerless. Sitting almost helpless in his chair, he saw the man who -held his fate in his hands pass out of the door, and heard his steps descending -the stairs.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_42" href="#div1Ref_42">CHAPTER XLII.</a></h4> - -<h5>EMILIA AND M. FELIX.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">Emilia, watching in the snow-clad street, saw Mrs. Middlemore -issue from the house with a large jug in her hand. She dared not go up to the -housekeeper while Dr. Peterssen was in the house, and with a sinking heart she -recognized that the hope she had entertained of obtaining entrance by means of -the story she had mentally rehearsed was lost. But she would not leave the spot -until Dr. Peterssen appeared. She had no intention of accosting him, for that -she felt would be disastrous, but she would follow him, if she could do so -safely, to see where he lived or lodged. It might be a point gained, although -she did not at that moment see how it could be used to her advantage. She had -not long to wait. About ten minutes after Mrs. Middlemore left the house, the -street-door was opened again, and Dr. Peterssen appeared. He carried beneath his -right arm that which would have sent a thrill of passionate emotion to Emilia's -heart, but she was too deeply observant of his personal movements to see the -desk which he had taken away with him as a guarantee. He made no pause, but -plunged immediately into the snow, and Emilia was about to follow him when she -suddenly observed that he had not closed the door behind him. Her attention was -instantly diverted from the man. Here was the opportunity for which she had -disguised herself, for which she had been waiting. Without thinking of the -consequences, she glided into the house and shut the door. Emilia would have -scarcely known how to proceed now had it not been that M. Felix, hearing the -street-door closed, rose to close his own, which Dr. Peterssen had left ajar. -Before putting his intention into execution he opened it a little wider, and -inclined his head to the stairs, as if in the act of listening. The stream of -light which this action threw into the passage was a guide to Emilia, who, -without hesitation, ran up the stairs and confronted him. Startled by her -appearance he fell back a step or two, which afforded Emilia space to enter the -apartment.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Who are you? What do you want?" gasped M. Felix, dreading at -first whether this was not part of a plot which Dr. Peterssen had devised for -his injury. But his doubts were immediately dispelled.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am Emilia Paget," said Emilia, "and I want justice."</p> - -<p class="normal">With a face of terror he retreated farther into the room, and -Emilia followed him. His heart almost ceased to beat, and a singular numbness of -sensation came over him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Through all these years," said Emilia, "I have left you in -peace, if peace can ever be the portion of a man like yourself. I come now to -force a confession from your lips. I want nothing from you in the shape of -money. All that you have, and that once was your brother Gerald's, is yours, and -shall remain yours. I do not desire it; if I have any right to it I renounce it; -I am here to demand justice."</p> - -<p class="normal">This speech gave M. Felix time to recover himself somewhat. -Though still conscious of a strange deadness of feeling at his heart, he saw the -situation, and asked in a faint voice--</p> - -<p class="normal">"What kind of justice?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia put a wrong construction upon the low tone in which he -spoke. Deeming it a sign of relenting on his part, the defiant air she had -boldly assumed gave way to one of imploring.</p> - -<p class="normal">"When we last met in Switzerland," she said, bending toward -him, "you told me that your brother, my dear Gerald--who, in my innermost heart, -I believe never did harm to woman--had imposed upon me by a mock ceremony of -marriage. At that time I was so overwhelmed by despair and so persecuted by -injustice, that I did not dispute your statement. I thought only of the present; -I wished only to escape from the cruel eyes and tongues of those to whom I had -been maligned; I wished only to fly to a spot where I was unknown, and where I -might live out my days in peace. What I yearned for was accomplished. God was -good to me; He raised up a friend who took me to her bosom, and who conducted me -to a haven of rest. For eighteen years I have lived in a foreign land, -contentedly, even happily, with my child, Gerald's child. But circumstances have -occurred which render it vitally necessary for our happiness that the proof -should be forthcoming that I am a married woman. To obtain this proof I have -come to England to find you, and by a happy chance have so far succeeded. I beg, -I entreat of you, to give me means to establish my marriage with your brother. -That done, I will leave you in peace, as Heaven is my judge. I will bind myself -to this in any way you wish. I will swear the most solemn oath, I will sign any -document you may draw up. Give me the means of preventing a shameful exposure -which will ruin my child's life and mine. Think of what I have silently -suffered, and have pity for me. I will pray for you--I will bless you----"</p> - -<p class="normal">But her voice was broken by emotion, and she could not -proceed. M. Felix gazed at her sternly; as she grew weak, he grew strong.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I cannot give you what is impossible," he said. "You and -Gerald were never married."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will not use hard words," said Emilia, restraining herself. -"It may be as you say; but give me at least the information that will enable me -to establish the truth. You cannot deny me this--you cannot, you cannot!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"What kind of information do you desire?" asked M. Felix.</p> - -<p class="normal">"When I was ill and very near to death," she replied; "when -reason had forsaken me and I was lying stricken down, Gerald and you came to me -in the place where afterward a civil ceremony was performed which I had every -right to believe made me an honorably married woman. Tell me the name of that -place. It is little to ask, but I ask no more. If you have a spark of compassion -in you, tell me this, and I will go away blessing you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You do not remember it?" said M. Felix, with triumph in his -eyes.</p> - -<p class="normal">"God help me, I have not the least remembrance of it, nor of -the roads I took which led me to it."</p> - -<p class="normal">M. Felix stepped to the window and threw it open. Then he -cried in as loud a voice as he could command:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Help!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Why do you cry for help?" asked Emilia, advancing toward him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do not come nearer to me," he replied, "or I will strangle -you. Why do I cry for help? To bring the police here--to give you into -custody--to expose and brand you as you deserve to be exposed and branded. How -you forced your way into this house I do not know: perhaps you have been in -hiding until you were assured I was alone. You come here to rob and murder. I -will swear to it." Again he called from the window,</p> - -<p class="normal">"Help!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Frozen with terror Emilia stood like a statue, white with the -fear of a horrible exposure which would blast her and her child forever in this -world.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You talk of ruin," snarled M. Felix. "It is upon you now. -Disguised as a man you steal upon me here for a vile purpose. You will go away -blessing me, will you? What do I care for your blessing or your curse? I will -make your name a byword of shame, as it has been made before!" For the third -time he sent out into the night his cry for "Help!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia's strength returned to her; she was able to speak once -more.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will go," she said. "You shall not have the opportunity of -still further disgracing me. But I will not rest till the truth is made clear to -me--not with your help, but with the help of"----</p> - -<p class="normal">"Of whom?" asked M. Felix, with a sneer.</p> - -<p class="normal">She had intended to say "with the help of God," but an -inspiration fell upon her which impelled her to utter a name almost as hateful -to her as that of Leonard.</p> - -<p class="normal">"With the help of Dr. Peterssen. If you can ruin me, he has it -in his power to ruin you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Ah!" cried M. Felix, and in a sudden frenzy he snatched the -snake dagger from the table and hurled it at her. It struck her in her left arm, -and she caught it in her right hand. As she held it thus, dazed with pain, for a -moment, M. Felix was struck with partial blindness. He saw, through the mist -which fell upon him, the dagger with blood dripping from it, and thought that it -was Emilia's intention to use it against him. He had a revolver in his bedroom. -Blindly he staggered thither, and fell, motionless, into a chair by the side of -the bed. The pain of the wound and the horror of the situation deprived Emilia -of her senses, and she sank to the ground. How long she remained in that -condition she did not know, but when she opened her eyes all was silent. M. -Felix was not present. Had he gone to carry out his threat and to bring the -police to his aid? The dagger was still in her hand and the wound in her arm was -still bleeding. Shudderingly she threw the weapon behind the sideboard, and -intent now only on escaping from the shame with which she was threatened, she -bound her handkerchief tightly round the wound, and fled down the stairs. -Constables Wigg and Nightingale were outside the door as she threw it open, but -she scarcely saw them, although she knew that they were the forms of men. Terror -lent wings to her feet, and in a moment she was out of sight, flying for her -life.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h3><a name="div0_03" href="#div0Ref_03"><i>BOOK THIRD</i>.</a><br> -<br> -WHAT BECAME OF M. FELIX, AS RELATED IN THE FIRST PERSON BY ROBERT AGNOLD, ON THE -REPORTING STAFF OF THE "EVENING MOON."</h3> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_43" href="#div1Ref_43">CHAPTER XLIII.</a></h4> - -<h5>ROBERT AGNOLD TAKES UP THE THREADS OF THE STORY.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">In setting forth the incidents narrated in Book Second of this -story, under its heading "A Life Drama--Links in the Mystery," I have had no -occasion to speak of myself, my acquaintance with Emilia beginning after the -16th of January, on which night the Book fitly ends. In what has now to be told, -however, I played a not unimportant part, and it is proper, and will be more -convenient, that I should narrate what followed in the first person. I think my -name, Robert Agnold, has been mentioned only once or twice in these pages, and -it is not for the purpose of making myself better known to the public, but -simply for the sake of clearness, that I depart from the journalistic method -(with which in other circumstances I am very well contented) in what I am about -to write. I do so with the full approval of the conductors of the newspaper with -which I have the honor to be connected. It is perhaps unnecessary for me to -state that in the preparation of Book Second I have been guided both by what I -have heard from the lips of its heroine, Emilia herself, and by what -subsequently came to my knowledge; but it is as well to state this, in order to -prove that I have not drawn upon my imagination.</p> - -<p class="normal">I now take up the threads of the story.</p> - -<p class="normal">When Emilia made her escape from M. Felix's house on the night -of the 16th of January, she was, as may be supposed, in a state of extreme -agitation. Her errand had failed, and she had nothing to hope for at the hands -of Gerald's brother, whom I shall continue to speak of as M. Felix. She hardly -dared to think of the future, and indeed the pain of her wound and the personal -danger in which she stood were sufficient occupation for her mind at that -juncture. As quickly as she could she made her way to the one room she had taken -unknown to her daughter, and there she bathed and dressed the wound--throwing -the stained water out of the window, so that it might not betray her--and -effected the necessary change in her attire. In woman's clothes she left the -house, and proceeded to her lodgings in Forston Street, Kentish Town. She was -thankful that her daughter was asleep when she reached home; it saved her the -necessity of an immediate explanation, and gave her time to make more plausible -the story she had thought of to account for the injury to her arm. Creeping into -bed without disturbing Constance she lay awake for hours, and sank into slumber -only when daylight was beginning to dawn. She slept till past noon; fortunately -for her, Nature's claims were not to be resisted, and she arose strengthened if -not refreshed, and with still a faint hope that she might yet succeed. She would -make one more appeal to M. Felix, this time in daylight. She would go to him -this very afternoon, and endeavor to soften his heart by offering to bind -herself to any terms he might dictate, if he would but furnish her with the name -of the place in which the marriage ceremony had been performed. The echo of the -statement he had made in Switzerland that she and Gerald were never married, -although it struck a chill to her heart, found no lodgement therein. Most firmly -did she believe that she had been honestly and honorably married, and until she -was convinced to the contrary by absolute evidence she would continue to believe -it. If M. Felix failed her she would set a watch upon Dr. Peterssen's movements, -and endeavor by some means to gain her end through him. She had not the remotest -idea how she should proceed with this man, but she trusted in God to guide her.</p> - -<p class="normal">Constance, as was natural, was in great distress at the wound -her mother had received, but Emilia made light of it, although it caused her -exquisite pain. It was an accident, Emilia said; she had slipped, and fell upon -some broken glass; and Constance did not dream that the story was untrue. The -young girl was very anxious on this morning; she expected a letter from her -lover, Julian Bordier, and she told her mother that in her last letter to Julian -she had given him the address of their lodgings in Forston Street. Emilia could -not chide her for doing so, but she was inwardly distressed by the idea that the -Bordiers might present themselves at any unexpected moment. M. Bordier would -almost certainly make some inquiries as to the nature of the business that -brought her to England. How should she reply? He was a penetrating man, and she -could foresee nothing but calamity from a renewal at present of close relations -with him. She could do nothing, however, to avert the dangers by which she was -threatened. All she could do was to wait and hope.</p> - -<p class="normal">She went to the post office for letters, and received one for -Constance and one for herself. She rode back immediately to Forston Street to -give Constance her lover's letter, and in the cab she read her own. It was short -but most affectionate and tender, and it confirmed her fears. There was every -likelihood that the Bordiers would be in London within the next few weeks.</p> - -<p class="normal">Delivering Julian's missive to the eager girl, Emilia left her -once more with the intention of proceeding to Gerard Street. She rode only part -of the way, getting out of the cab at Regent's Circus. It was bitterly cold, but -in this city of startling contrasts there are wheels that never stop. Though -darkness enveloped the streets for weeks together the newspaper boys would still -perambulate the thoroughfares with the last editions of the newspapers; would -still bawl out at the top of their voices the tempting news they had to dispose -of. Emilia had scarcely alighted from the cab when her ears were assailed by -cries from these venders of the afternoon journals: "Murder! murder! Sudden -Death in Gerard Street, Soho! Mr. Felix Murdered! Escape of the Murderer!" The -shock which these startling announcements caused her was so great that she -stumbled and would have fallen had not a policeman caught her by the arm.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Be careful how you walk," said the officer. "The streets are -awful slippy."</p> - -<p class="normal">She murmured a frightened inarticulate expression of thanks -and staggered on, the iteration of the news-venders' dreadful cries sounding in -her ears like the clanging of a thousand bells proclaiming her doom. Her terror -was so great that she would have succumbed under it if there had not risen in -the white space before her the vision of a young girl at home reading her -lover's letter. She saw the lovely lips form the words, "Mamma, listen to what -Julian says." This fancy was her salvation. Her daughter was in this terrible -city, dependent upon her, with no supporter, with no friend but the mother whose -heart was charged with woe and despair. She must be strong for her child's sake. -Her strength came back to her; the policeman who had saved her from falling was -still looking at her, and now, seeing that she had recovered, passed on. -Controlling her agitation, she bought a copy of the <i>Evening Moon</i>, and -walked mechanically toward Gerard Street. When she was within a short distance -of it she wavered in another direction. Dared she go there? Dared she be seen -there? Why not? It was hardly likely that she would be noticed; it would depend -upon herself whether she attracted attention. She turned her face toward Gerard -Street. A magnetic current drew her on, and she could no more have effectually -resisted it than she could have changed day into night by closing her eyes. She <i> -must</i> go and see for herself.</p> - -<p class="normal">The street was busy with people, drawn there as she was drawn, -but, as she shudderingly confessed to herself, with a different knowledge of the -truth. Outside the house in which M. Felix had lived there was a throng of -people gazing up at the windows.</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's the window of his sitting-room. Is he there now? Yes, -stretched out, dead and done for. He was a gentleman, wasn't he? Yes, with heaps -of money. He always kept a pile of gold and bank notes in his room. What's -become of it? Ah, what? When was it done? About midnight, when there was no one -but the murderer and the murdered gentleman in the house. The housekeeper had -gone out for her supper beer. They forced the door open, and there he was, -murdered. Who did it? A man, of course? Maybe--maybe not. Just as likely it was -a woman. It doesn't matter to him now. He's dead, and won't come back to tell. -Have they caught the murderer? Not yet, but they've got a clew, they say. Ah, -they always say that. But it's true this time. They'll catch him, never fear, -and when he's caught, the Lord have mercy on him!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Thus the chatter ran, and for a time Emilia, glued to the -spot, stood and listened. Then a spiritual whisper fell on her senses and set -her in motion again. "The suit of clothes you dressed in last night. Get rid of -it. Destroy it." She walked swiftly from the street and proceeded in the -direction of her room. She did not waver now; suggestions of a frightful nature -came to her, but she walked on, as if impelled by a hidden force. She reached -the street in which the room was situated. It was quiet and deserted. There was -comfort in that. Then the police had not been there. If they had there would -have been as many people there as in Gerard Street. With desperate courage she -opened the street door with her latch-key, and went up the stairs unobserved. -She turned the key in the lock and entered the room. The clothes she had worn -were in a corner, where she had left them the previous night. She breathed more -freely. All this time she had kept in her hand the copy of the <i>Evening Moon</i> -she had purchased, and now, in the solitude of her chamber, she nerved herself -to read the particulars of the tragedy in which she was involved. Gerald's -brother was dead; that was the end; all hope was gone. She no longer thought of -appealing to Dr. Peterssen; she felt instinctively that by so doing she would be -digging a pit for herself. She could throw herself on the mercy of M. -Bordier--that course was open to her. She could tell him her story, -strengthening her statements by most solemn assurances of their truth, and leave -it to him to decide. She had but little hope in the result. She knew it was -exactly the kind of tale which a guilty woman would relate, and that, without a -shadow of proof, few men would accept it. There was no time, however, to -determine upon any definite course at present. The suit of clothes she had worn -when she visited M. Felix must be destroyed; until that was done her position -was one of extreme danger. She folded them carefully, and inclosed them in the -copy of the Evening Moon, and with the bundle under her arm proceeded to Forston -Street. She went at once to her bedroom, and locked the clothes in her box. -Already the plan had suggested itself of throwing the clothes into the river in -the dead of night, when she could make sure that she was not being watched. -After that she would come to some decision as to her future movements. What -transpired on the night she made the attempt is known to the reader, and I now -take up the sequence of events of which I may claim to be the originator.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_44" href="#div1Ref_44">CHAPTER XLIV.</a></h4> - -<h5>EMILIA RETRACES THE OLD ROADS.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">After I had learned all that Emilia had to tell me, I informed -her that I would take a day or two to decide upon my plan of action. In the -meantime she was to make no movement whatever, but to keep herself and daughter -in absolute privacy. She placed herself entirely in my hands, and promised not -to deviate by a hair's-breadth from the instructions I gave her.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Be sure of that," I said, "and I feel that I shall be able to -further your heart's wishes."</p> - -<p class="normal">On the third day certain ideas had taken some kind of -practicable shape, and I determined to set to work. I must mention that I -visited Mrs. Middlemore regularly during my deliberations, and had taken the -rooms which had been inhabited by M. Felix. She had no news of the slightest -importance to communicate to me although she was in the mood to make mountains -out of molehills. Nothing further had transpired in the Gerard Street house; no -person had called to make inquiries, and she had not been upset by any more -false messages. I saw my little friend Sophy also. She was as cheery and sharp -as ever, and she informed me that "Aunty was ever so much nicer than she used to -be," and I expressed my delight at the good report.</p> - -<p class="normal">"But I say," remarked Sophy, "ain't yer got nothink to give me -to do for yer?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not just yet, Sophy," I replied. "Presently, perhaps."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The sooner the better," said Sophy. "I likes to be busy."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You will not go away, Sophy? I may want you at any moment."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I shall be ready for yer. I'll do anythink for yer, never -mind what it is."</p> - -<p class="normal">I explained to her on my last visit that I should not see her -for a week or so, as I was going out of London upon particular business, and -that while I was away she was to keep her eyes open. If she happened to see the -man who had sent her aunt on a false errand to the Bow Street Police Court she -was to follow him secretly and find out where he lived, and upon my return to -London she was to tell me everything that had happened. Satisfied with her -assurances of obedience I left the grateful little creature, and an hour later -was closeted with Emilia. I had not yet informed her of the trick which had been -played upon Mrs. Middlemore, and of the disappearance of the revolver; I did so -now, and asked if she had any suspicion who the man was.</p> - -<p class="normal">"No," she replied, "I cannot imagine."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Describe Dr. Peterssen's appearance to me," I said, "as you -last saw him." She did so, and I continued, "It is as I supposed. He is the man -who gave Mrs. Middlemore the false message, and got her out of the house to -afford him the opportunity of obtaining what he wanted. Money, of course, if he -could lay his hand on any, but chiefly papers and documents which might be -valuable to him in the future--documents probably connected with your story."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Why should he wish to obtain possession of such things?" -asked Emilia. "They can be of no use to him he dare not appear."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Publicly he dare not; privately he may. You know of his visit -to M. Felix; he does not know of yours. Say that he succeeded in obtaining -possession of something which would establish your marriage." Emilia clasped her -hands. "He would surely conceive the plan of discovering where you were, and -coming to you privately for the purpose of making a bargain for these proofs."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I would give him anything--everything," exclaimed Emilia.</p> - -<p class="normal">"That is certain," I said, "and it might be worth while to -come to terms with him; but I should not allow him to rob you. M. Felix, so far -as we know, did not make a will. Doubtless he has left property of some kind, -and should your marriage be proved the property would be yours. Indeed, in that -case it would be yours if M. Felix were living and in this room at the present -moment."</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia shuddered, and looked around timorously.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Have you any idea what can have become of his body?" she -asked in a whisper.</p> - -<p class="normal">"No; I can form no theory upon that mystery. I would give a -great deal to unravel it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is it possible that Dr. Peterssen can have taken it away?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is more than possible, it is probable; but his motive for -doing so is as great a mystery as the disappearance of the body without his -intervention. A deliberate act of that kind is done with a deliberate motive, -and I can think of none which would prompt him to carry into execution a scheme -so full of risk. And now listen attentively to what I say. Setting aside the -danger attendant upon your nocturnal visit to M. Felix--a danger which I trust -will in time entirely disappear--it is of the highest importance to you that you -should obtain proof of your marriage with Gerald Paget."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is all I desire," said Emilia. "That obtained, I should be -content to die."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It will be better to live, to draw happiness from the union -of your daughter and Julian Bordier. My plan is this: That you and I go to your -native town, and starting from the house of the maiden ladies who were so good -to you on the night of the fire, endeavor to trace the road you took when you -flew from the shelter they gave you. You remember the river----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I can never, never forget it," said Emilia, "nor the fearful -thoughts which seemed to force me toward it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"There will be little difficulty in ascertaining your route -thus far on your journey. From that point we will make inquiries, and it may be -that we shall succeed in discovering the road the kind old wagoner took toward -his home. That done, all the rest is easy."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Dear friend," she said, pressing my hand, "how can I thank -you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Thank me when success crowns our efforts. Are you ready to -take the journey? We will start to-morrow morning."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But Constance!" she exclaimed. "She cannot go with us. She is -ignorant of my sad story."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Let her remain so. I have provided for her comfort while we -are away. I have spoken to my mother--a lady in whom you can place implicit -confidence--and she will be glad if your daughter will accept her hospitality -during our absence. You may trust her; your daughter will be well cared for."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I know that, I know that," said Emilia, her tears -overflowing. "But what have I done to merit such goodness? What claim have I -upon you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"The claim of a helpless, persecuted lady," I replied, gently. -"What I do is willingly, cheerfully done. Accept my offer, and you will make me -your debtor. It will be ample reward if I succeed."</p> - -<p class="normal">"God is very good to me," she murmured. "Thankfully, -gratefully do I accept it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That is well. You had better arrange to retain these rooms, -and we will leave my mother's address with the landlady, in case the Bordiers -should come and make inquiries."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You think it right that they should see us?" inquired Emilia.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You will be acting injuriously to yourself if you affect any -secrecy. Certainly they must see you and your daughter; their first inquiries -will be for you and you will lay yourself open to the worst construction if you -keep out of their way. Be advised by me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will, in all things."</p> - -<p class="normal">"My sister will accompany us on our journey. It will be -pleasant for you to have a lady companion, and it will leave me free to make any -inquiries that may suggest themselves."</p> - -<p class="normal">She appreciated the delicacy of the act and it was arranged -that I should call for her and Constance in the evening to conduct them to my -mother's house. This was done, and in the morning Emilia, my sister, and I -started on our journey.</p> - -<p class="normal">I will waste no words in a description of our proceedings. -There was no difficulty in finding the house in which the kind maiden sisters -had resided, and from the street in which it was situated there was but one -outlet to the open country. From the time occupied by Emilia in her flight on -that never-to-be-forgotten night I judge that she must have walked some eleven -or twelve miles, and at about that distance from the town lay the river Arbor. -There we halted on the second day of our journey, and from that spot our real -difficulties began. There was the hill Emilia had mounted, on the crown of which -she had fallen in a state of exhaustion, with the river stretching to the left -of her. It was inevitable that my sister should be taken into our confidence, -and in the distressing reminiscences which the scene recalled to Emilia she was -a true solace to the poor lady. I gently wooed her to describe the impressions -of that terrible night's wanderings, and had any doubts been in my mind as to -the truth of her story the pathos of that recital would have effectually -dispelled them. But I entertained no doubts, and more strongly than ever did I -resolve to champion her cause and not to relinquish it till success rewarded me, -or absolute failure stared me in the face. As Emilia's suffering tones fell upon -my ears I could almost hear the tinkling bells of the horses in the wagon and -the driver's kindly exhortations to his cattle. He came in view, in my fancy, -and spoke to Emilia, and receiving no encouraging answer, passed down the hill -with his team. He returned and addressed her again, and she implored him to save -her from the river. Supported by him, she descended the hill, and was lifted -into the wagon, where she lay in a blind stupor of forgetfulness and -insensibility. I declare that I saw the pictures of this human agony as if they -were actually presented to my sight. As for my good sister, she was continually -wiping the tears from her eyes, and when we reached the bottom of the hill, and -Emilia said, "It was here the wagon stood, I think," she pressed the unfortunate -lady in her arms, and they mingled their tears together.</p> - -<p class="normal">It was at this spot, I repeat, that our real difficulties -began, for at about a couple of hundred yards along the road the wagon must have -taken (there being no other) it branched out in three directions, north, south, -and east. Now, which road led to the wagoner's home?</p> - -<p class="normal">Emilia could not inform us. We took one, the broadest--though -why he should have selected the broadest instead of the narrowest I cannot -explain, all three roads being equally available for horse traffic--and pursued -it for a mile or so, and were confronted by four cross roads, which multiplied -our difficulty. I will not enlarge upon the labor of this perplexing enterprise. -It is sufficient to say that at the end of the twelfth day I was compelled to -confess that we were as far from success as on the first day of our journey. Of -course I made innumerable inquiries, but I was speaking of eighteen years ago, -and I could not elicit the slightest information of a reliable nature to guide -me in the search we were prosecuting. I spared no labor, and although I was -greatly discouraged I did not allow my companions to observe my despondency. At -length I came to the conclusion that it would be useless to employ further time -in the quest, and I told Emilia and my sister that we should return to London on -the morrow. Emilia looked at me mournfully.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Don't feel down-hearted," I said, with a cheerful smile. -"This is the smallest arrow in my quiver. I have a surer one to adjust when we -reach town."</p> - -<p class="normal">It was touching when we arrived at my mother's house, to see -the meeting between Emilia and her daughter. We left them to themselves awhile, -and when they joined us I conveyed to Emilia a pressing request from my mother -that they would stop with her as long as they remained in London. It needed -persuasion to induce Emilia to comply, but she saw that Constance wished her to -accept, and she did so with much grace, but with a humbleness of manner which -powerfully affected me. Constance had some news to communicate. The Bordiers had -arrived in London, and had visited her. I was impressed by a certain -tremulousness in her voice as she spoke of them, but I made no comment upon it, -not feeling myself warranted to intrude upon her confidence.</p> - -<p class="normal">"My mother's house is open to your friends," I said. "They -will be always welcome here."</p> - -<p class="normal">She thanked me, and shortly afterward I was hurrying to the W. -C. district, first to present myself at the office of the <i>Evening Moon</i>, -and afterward to go to my chambers, where, in response to a telegram I had -forwarded from the country, I expected a visitor.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_45" href="#div1Ref_45">CHAPTER XLV.</a></h4> - -<h5>DR. PETERSSEN IS TRACKED.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">The name of the visitor I expected, and who hopped up the -stairs which led to my chambers half an hour after I entered them, was Bob -Tucker. He is a friend of mine, with plenty of money at command, and has no need -to work for a living; but he has a fad, if I may so express it. This fad lay in -the detective line, and to give him a job in that direction was to bestow a -favor upon him. He entered upon it <i>con amore</i>, and pursued it with a zest -never to be found in the professional, who works by the job, or the hour, or the -day. He has often said to me that if he were to lose his money he would start an -office of his own and lead a jolly life. Whether that meant a jolly life to -others is a doubtful point. Anyway, he is an enthusiastic young fellow of about -six and twenty, and is never so happy as when he can adopt a disguise and hunt -something or somebody down. He objects to be called Robert, which he insists is -not his proper name. He distinctly remembers, he avers, being christened Bob, so -Bob Tucker he is to all his friends. So far as I am personally concerned, this -is convenient to me, my name being Robert, which I prefer to Bob.</p> - -<p class="normal">I had foreseen the likelihood of the failure of the search -upon which I had entered with Emilia, and the surer arrow in my quiver to which -I referred when I spoke to Emilia about returning to London was Dr. Peterssen. -It was my intention, if all else failed, to break a lance with him, directly or -indirectly, and with this object in view I had instructed Bob Tucker to find out -where he lived, what kind of establishment he kept, what his neighbors thought -of him, the character he bore, and, in short, anything and everything about his -establishment which could possibly be learned. Bob was delighted with the task, -and undertook it eagerly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Does he live in London?" he asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Don't know," I answered.</p> - -<p class="normal">This increased Bob's delight, and he said he would show me -something when he made report to me. Of course I told him all I knew of the man, -and that he had charge of at least one patient who was not in his right mind.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well, Bob?" I said, on this evening.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Give me a drink first," was Bob's rejoinder.</p> - -<p class="normal">I gave him one, and took one myself. We clinked our glasses -and emptied them. Then Bob lit a cigar, and so did I.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Ready?" said he.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Quite ready," said I.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Keeps a private madhouse," said Bob.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Queen Anne's dead," said I.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Has more than one patient."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Has three. A man, or gentleman, and two children."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Children?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Children. Prefers them. Less trouble. Besides, longer -expectations with young 'uns. More time for them to grow old."</p> - -<p class="normal">"True," said I. It will be observed that it was a speciality -of Bob's to speak in short sentences.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Man, or gentleman," continued Bob, "harmless. Gentle as a -dove. Greengrocer's boy told me. Sees him sometimes. In the grounds. Pities -him."</p> - -<p class="normal">"How old is this poor gentleman, Bob?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Forty, perhaps. Forty-five, perhaps. Not more than fifty at -the outside. Hair quite gray, but youngish face."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Where is this private madhouse, Bob?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sheldon. Forty-three miles from London. Population seven -hundred and thirty. Two beerhouses. Shut at ten."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Has the establishment a name?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Tylney House. Enclosed. Stone wall all round it. Easy to get -over in one part. All the other parts, broken glass at top."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Character?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Difficult to get at. Population has no opinions. I should -say, damned scoundrel."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Why should you say so?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Impression."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is Dr. Peterssen always at home?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Seldom. Away for days together. Comes back. Stops for a day -and a night. Goes away again next morning."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Who takes care of Tylney House in his absence?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Keeper, with only one idea. Liquor."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Does he take it at the beershops?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No. Private stock. Keeps a dog. Savage."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is anyone admitted to the house?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No admittance except on business."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do many people go there upon business?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"None. House like a prison."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is it a large house, Bob?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Largish. Room for more."</p> - -<p class="normal">"More patients?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Look here, Bob. I want to tackle this Dr. Peterssen in some -way as yet unthought of, but before I do so I should like to make sure of a -certain point. How is it to be done?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Don't understand you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well, this is how it is. I am morally convinced he has -something in his house to which he has no claim, and which I would pay a good -price to get hold of."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Property?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Portable?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Any objection to say what it is?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"We're tiled in, Bob?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Honor bright and shining. Unless you give consent, not to be -mentioned outside this room."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Thank you, Bob. The property is a desk."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Buy it of him. My opinion he would sell anything. His own -mother if he had one."</p> - -<p class="normal">"He would not dare to sell it. He would deny that he had ever -seen it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Might bring him into trouble?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes. There are a lot of things hanging to the possession of -this desk."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Spirit it away."</p> - -<p class="normal">"How?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Get a patient in--a friendly patient. A child for choice. A -sharp one it would have to be."</p> - -<p class="normal">"By Jove, Bob, you put an idea into my head."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Glad to hear it. Act on it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You wouldn't mind assisting me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Anything in my power."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are a trump. But you have been making personal inquiries -in the village. If you went down again--supposing you consent to do what I -want--you would be recognized."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not at all. Disguise. I'd take Old Nick himself in, much less -Dr. Peterssen and a parcel of clod-hoppers." (This was a long sentence for Bob.) -"Try me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Supposing I could find such a friendly patient--a smart -little girl who knows her way about--would you go down and arrange that she -should be taken care of in Tylney House?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Delighted."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You've not heard of any cruelties being practised there?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No. Besides, I should be on the spot. Could arrange a system -of signals. Piece of white paper, with a stone in it, thrown over wall. All's -well. Piece of blue paper, with a stone in it, thrown over wall. Getting -frightened. Come and take me away. No paper at all thrown over wall. Ring the -bell and demand to see friendly patient."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Bob, you're a genius."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Thanks. When shall it be?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Come and see me to-morrow at one."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I shall be here; to the minute."</p> - -<p class="normal">He gave me a wink, and after another drink took his departure. -He would have stopped longer had I not told him that I had business of -importance to attend to, to which he responded, "A wink's as good as a nod," and -hastened to say good-night.</p> - -<p class="normal">The idea he had put into my head was that he should take Sophy -down to Sheldon as a relative of his own, and arrange for her admission to -Tylney House, and the desk I wished to get hold of was the Indian desk of -sandalwood, inlaid with silver, which Mrs. Middlemore had informed me was in M. -Felix's apartment on the morning of the 16th of January, but which was not there -when we searched the rooms a couple of days after. The housekeeper was positive -that she saw it on the 16th, and was almost as positive that the police had not -removed it. If not they, who? Why, Dr. Peterssen in his interview with M. Felix, -on the night of the 16th, leaving behind him the snake-shaped dagger which M. -Felix had thrown at Emilia a few minutes later. Emilia had repeated to me -Gerald's words to her with reference to this desk, during their honeymoon in -Switzerland--"There is a secret drawer in this desk, Emilia, and in the desk -something which concerns you nearly." What if this should mean the copy of the -marriage certificate? In my mind I set it down as meaning it, and I thought, -also, that there was a fair chance of finding it in the desk even at this length -of time. The secret drawer was known to Gerald; Emilia, who had used the desk, -was not aware of this secret drawer until Gerald spoke of it. It might be that -Gerald's brother did not know of it, and that it had remained all these years -undiscovered. Granted that the chance was a slender one, still it should not be -neglected. I had no compunction in enlisting Sophy in the plan I had devised. My -moral sense was not blunted, and I felt myself perfectly justified in fighting -Dr. Peterssen with his own weapons. Before I sought Sophy I thought it necessary -to have a few private words with Emilia, and I drove at once to my mother's -house for that purpose.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I can stop only five minutes," I said, in excuse of my -hurried arrival and departure; "I have a hundred things to attend to to-night." -I beckoned to Emilia, and she followed me to an unoccupied room. "I wish you," I -said to her, "to bend your mind most earnestly on the night of the 16th of last -month. Don't tremble; there is nothing to be frightened at; I am hard at work in -your interests, and I am full of hope. Are you quite calm?" She nodded, and I -continued. "You saw Dr. Peterssen go into the house in Gerard Street; you saw -him come out of it. When he went in did he carry a parcel with him?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are sure of it?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am sure I should have noticed it. I had perfect control -over myself, and nothing escaped my attention."</p> - -<p class="normal">"When he came out of the house did he have a parcel with him?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, now you mention it, I remember that he did. I attached -no importance to it at the time, my mind being bent upon my own errand."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That is all I wish to know at present. Keep a stout heart. -All may yet be well."</p> - -<p class="normal">So, with a bright smile, I left her, and bade the cabman drive -to Gerard Street, Soho.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_46" href="#div1Ref_46">CHAPTER XLVI.</a></h4> - -<h5>I ENTER INTO AN ARRANGEMENT WITH SOPHY.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">At the corner of the street I dismissed the cab, and hurried -after a familiar figure. It was Sophy, who seemed to be literally flying along -the pavement, now on one leg, now on the other, and had she not suddenly wheeled -round in my direction I should have had to run at the top of my speed to catch -her. Seeing me she pulled up, and, with her face scarlet with excitement, -greeted me boisterously.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Why, what on earth are you doing, Sophy?" I asked, laughing -and wondering at her.</p> - -<p class="normal">She lifted her feet, one after another, for my inspection; she -was skating on wheels.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'm the champion skater," she said, triumphantly; "I shall -git a turn at the music halls before long. Look 'ere; I can beat the lot of -'em."</p> - -<p class="normal">Away she flew with marvellous swiftness for a space of fifty -yards or so, then wheeled round and round and reached my side by executing a -series of circles in the cleverest manner possible. I have no doubt that there -are technical terms to describe her feats, but I am not acquainted with them.</p> - -<p class="normal">"There!" she cried. "What do you think of that?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"You'll break your neck if you don't mind," I said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Break my neck!" she exclaimed. "Not me! That's nothink to -what I can show yer. I <i>am</i> glad to see yer back, I am? Aunty sed you'd -give us up. 'Not 'im,' sed I; 'he ain't one of the giving-up sort.' You look -tired out; ain't yer been well?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Quite well, Sophy, but, like you, very busy. Is your aunt at -home?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," said Sophy, bursting into a fit of laughter; "she's -down in the kitching, with a pore man's plaster on 'er side. I got 'er to put on -the roller-skates--leastways I put 'em on for 'er--and the minute she stood up -in 'em she toppled over and fell agin the dresser. She ain't 'urt much, but she -likes to make a lot of a little. I'm all over bruises, I am, but I don't fuss -over 'em."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You shouldn't play tricks on her," I said gravely; "she has -been a good friend to you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, I don't know about that," said Sophy, with a rebellious -toss of her head. "She makes me pay for it, nagging at me morning, noon, and -night. But there, I ain't going to say nothink agin 'er. She's got a temper, and -so 'ave I."</p> - -<p class="normal">"She has been greatly worried, Sophy; you must be gentle with -her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'll do anythink <i>you</i> tell me; you don't bully a gal, -you don't. If you told me to go and jump off the top of the Monument I'd do -it--yes, I would, though you mightn't believe me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I shall not ask you to do anything so stupid, but you can -render me a service, if you have the will and the pluck."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Can I?" she exclaimed, eagerly. "I ain't much to look at, but -I've got the pluck of a big 'un. Only you tell me what it is."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It will first depend upon whether your aunt can spare you. We -will go in and see her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"She'll 'ave to spare me, and if she don't like it she may -lump it. Now I know yer want me, I ain't going to let yer off."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You appear anxious to serve me, Sophy."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'm going to serve yer," she said, with emphatic nods. -"There's nothink mean about <i>you</i>. When a gent makes a promise he sticks to -it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"A promise, Sophy!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Didn't yer promise yer'd give me somethink to do for yer--and -didn't yer say jest now it depends upon whether I've got the pluck to do it? -That settles it. I've got the pluck, and the thing's as good as done. Nobody in -all the world 'as been as good to me as you've been, and it ain't likely I shall -ever forgit it. You'll see. One day when I'm Somebody," and here the grateful -girl gyrated round me gently, and really with grace--"yer'll be proud of 'elping -me on, and then I'll show yer I can remember."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Your aunt can't be left alone," I said, after a moment's -consideration. "Do you know of any girl or woman who would take your place here -while you are away for a week or two?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I know twenty that'll be glad of the job. I'm to go away, am -I?" Her eyes glittered at the prospect of an adventure. "I'm ready this minute -Where to?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'll tell you all about it after I've spoken with your aunt. -It isn't an easy task I shall set you, Sophy."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The 'arder it is the better I shall like it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do you think you could play a part?" I asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"On the stage?" she cried, eagerly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"No; off the stage."</p> - -<p class="normal">"On or off," she said, with a shade of disappointment, "it -don't matter. I'm game for anythink. Let's git aunty settled fust."</p> - -<p class="normal">Sophy, being now provided with a latch-key, opened the street -door, and taking off her roller skates in the passage, preceded me down-stairs. -Mrs. Middlemore was darning stockings, and seemed cheerful enough, but when she -looked up and saw us her face assumed a colorless expression, and she pressed -her hand to her side. Sophy winked at me, and said, in a whisper, "She's putting -of it on; she ain't 'urt a bit, no more than you are."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, good evening, sir," said Mrs. Middlemore, mournfully. -"What are yer whispering about, Sophy?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Only telling the gent," replied the unblushing girl, "not to -speak too loud, 'cause of yer nerves, aunty."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's all Sophy's doings, sir," moaned Mrs. Middlemore. "She -made me put on a pair of rollers that's going to break 'er legs afore she's done -with 'em. She's a double 'andful, sir; I can't manage 'er."</p> - -<p class="normal">"She has told me of the accident," I said, "and is very sorry -for it. Sophy means well, Mrs. Middlemore."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I won't dispute with you, sir, but she'll be the death of me -if she goes on as she's a-doing of now. You've been away a long time, sir."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not so very long; I had important business in the country to -attend to. Nothing has happened, except your accident, during my absence, I -suppose?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nothink as I can think of, sir."</p> - -<p class="normal">"No more visitors in disguise; no more false summonses to the -police court?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, sir--only I've got my fancies."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What kind of fancies?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Mrs. Middlemore looked timorously around, and Sophy answered -for her. "There's a sperrit in the 'ouse, she ses. She 'ears it moving about, -and she's ready to swear in the middle of the night that it's a-standing at the -foot of the bed."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do you also hear and see it, Sophy?" I asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not me," replied Sophy, contemptuously. "It's a wide-awake -sperrit, and makes itself scarce when I'm about."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Ah, well," I said, "there's no accounting for fancies. Let us -get to business, Mrs. Middlemore. I intend to rob you of Sophy for a little -while."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Rob me of Sophy, sir!" exclaimed Mrs. Middlemore. "What on -earth am I to do without 'er?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, you will get along very well without her----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"But you don't know what a 'elp she is to me, and 'ow good -she's been. I've got that fond of 'er that I don't like 'er to be out of my -sight. You're joking, sir, ain't yer?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not at all," said I, smiling at this sudden display of -affection. "I have something for Sophy to do, and if she undertakes it she will -get well paid for the job."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Never mind about my being paid for it," interposed Sophy; -"I'm going to do it, whatever it is."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And leave me 'ere all alone!" whimpered Mrs. Middlemore.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You will not be alone. The first thing in the morning a girl -shall be engaged to keep in the house with you, and I will pay her wages; and -you shall have an allowance while Sophy's away. Remember what I have done for -you, and don't make any further objections."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'm sure you've been very good, sir," said Mrs. Middlemore, -her trouble lessened by the prospect of gain; the virtues of golden ointment are -not to be excelled. "Might I take the liberty of arksing whether it's got -anythink to do with Mr. Felix?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I cannot answer you," I said. "What Sophy will do will be a -secret between her and me for the present. By and by, perhaps, she will tell you -all about it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You've got a way with you, sir, that nobody can't resist. -You'll come back to me, Sophy?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Course I will, aunty," said the girl, "when the job's done."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And now, Sophy," I said "if you will come upstairs with me we -will have a little chat. Then you can decide."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I've decided already," said Sophy, and she followed me to the -sitting-room which had been occupied by M. Felix.</p> - -<p class="normal">Everything apparently was the same as on the night of the -disappearance of M. Felix's body. I was aware of only one article which was -missing after Dr. Peterssen's visit to the house, and that was the revolver -which M. Felix kept under his pillow. I had no doubt in my mind that Dr. -Peterssen had taken advantage of his being alone in the house, on the occasion -of Mrs. Middlemore's unnecessary visit to the Bow Street Police Station, to -appropriate other articles, but only the revolver and the desk--which he had -taken away on the night of his interview with M. Felix--were within my -knowledge. It is true that even this knowledge was gained by means of -circumstantial evidence which would scarcely have been admitted in a court of -law, but I was quite satisfied on the point, and I had the strongest moral -conviction that time would prove the correctness of my conclusions.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sit down, Sophy," I said, "and think of nothing else but what -I am about to say to you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'm a-doing of it," said Sophy, with a look of absolute -concentration that strengthened my confidence in her, and spoke volumes in favor -of her being, as she hoped, somebody one day.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You remember the day on which your aunt was sent to Bow -Street Police Court by a man whom she left in the house alone?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, I do."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You said you saw the man. Would you know him again?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'd swear to 'im."</p> - -<p class="normal">"On the night that Mr. Felix's body disappeared you were the -only person in the house who knew anything at all of the matter. You behaved -like a little heroine on that occasion, Sophy."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's something good, ain't it?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Something very good. There is no possibility, I suppose, of -your being able to give me a description of the man who, by some strange means, -got into the house on that night?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I can't tell you nothink more about 'im. It was in the dark, -yer know, and when he spoke it was under 'is breath."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The question was an idle one, but I was bound to ask it. It -may or may not have been the same man who deceived your aunt. Sophy, the man you -saw and can swear to is an infernal scoundrel, and I look upon him as my enemy."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's enough for me; he's mine, too, and I'm 'is."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You can keep a secret, Sophy."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You tell me one, and wild 'orses sha'n't tear it from me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are a faithful little soul, and I put great trust in you. -Everything I am saying to you is a secret."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's enough," said Sophy, touching her lips with her -fingers. "Red 'ot pinches shouldn't git it out of me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The man you saw was in this house, to my certain knowledge, -once before--while M. Felix was alive. Your aunt did not know it; M. Felix -opened the street door for him. It was the night M. Felix was found dead, and -when the man went away he took a desk with him that belonged to M. Felix."</p> - -<p class="normal">Sophy nodded. "Aunty's spoke to me about that desk. She never -could make out, she ses, what 'd become of it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will describe it to you, Sophy." I did so, and she listened -attentively, nodding from time to time with surprising intelligence. "If you -happen to see this desk in the possession of the man whom I look upon as my -enemy, do you think you could identify it?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Know it again? Yes, I should. But 'ow am I to git to the -man?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have thought of a plan, or rather a friend of mine has, -which requires courage to carry it out successfully. It requires something more -than courage; without great good sense and coolness the plan would fail. The -question is whether you possess those qualities."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It ain't no question at all; I've got what you want, and can -do what you want."</p> - -<p class="normal">"There is something in the desk, Sophy, that is of the utmost -importance to me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And I'm to git it for yer. All right. Smuggle me into the -'ouse, and consider it done."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But you don't know what kind of a place it is, my girl. It's -a private madhouse." Sophy did not blench; she simply nodded, and fixed her -large brown eyes on my face. "The man's name," I continued, "is Peterssen, Dr. -Peterssen. If he wanted a young girl as a servant you should apply for the -situation, but I don't think there is a vacancy in his establishment. He is -ready to take more patients, though, and he likes young patients better than old -ones."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You're going to put me in there as a mad gal," cried Sophy, -in a tone of irrepressible excitement, which lasted, however, only for a moment. -She cooled down instantly, and said in her usual tone, "Crikey! That's a good -move. I'm game! It's a good part to play, and no mistake."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You'll do it, then?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do it? Won't I do it? Why, I never thought I'd 'ave sech a -chance."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You will have to be respectably dressed, Sophy, hands and -face nice and clean, and hair very tidy. How long in the morning will it take -you to do that?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"You git me the clothes and I won't keep yer waiting. I'll -give myself a good scrub to-night."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I've only one fear for you," I said, "which you won't mind my -mentioning. Going as a girl in a respectable position, your language might draw -suspicion upon you. I can't see a way out of that difficulty."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I can," said Sophy, with a merry twinkle. "Why should I speak -at all? Let me go as a dumb gal. It'll be more than ever they can manage to git -a word out of me if I was there for a year."</p> - -<p class="normal">I looked at her admiringly. Her sharp wits had solved a -problem which had greatly perplexed me.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are sure you will not be afraid, Sophy?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not a bit afraid; I shall enjoy it. It'll be a reg'lar game."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Very well, then. You can sleep upon it to-night, and if you -alter your mind you can let me know. I shall sleep here myself, and shall be up -early in the morning. There will be a great deal to do, and no time must be -lost. Goodnight. Say nothing to your aunt."</p> - -<p class="normal">She nodded smilingly, bade me good-night, and left me to my -reflections.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_47" href="#div1Ref_47">CHAPTER XLVII.</a></h4> - -<h5>I RECEIVE A STRANGE VISITOR.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">Before I went to bed a little incident occurred which it may -be as well to mention. It will be in the remembrance of the reader that when I -discovered the dagger which M. Felix had thrown at Emilia on the occasion of her -visit to him, I placed it behind the massive sideboard in the sitting-room, my -purpose being to conceal it from prying eyes. Curious to see whether the weapon -had been disturbed I took a candle and looked. It was still there, and I was -about to move away when my attention was attracted to another object which lay -edgewise by its side. This object was a photograph, which had evidently dropped -behind the sideboard, and had lain there neglected for some time. Thinking it -might be the photograph of M. Felix I managed to nick it forward, and presently -was able to reach it with my hand. It was covered with dust, which I blew away, -disclosing the picture of a young man with a handsome, prepossessing face. "If -this is a likeness of M. Felix," I mused, "it proves how little the features of -a man are an index to his character." There was something peculiarly winning in -the expression of the face; and there was a smile in the eyes and on the lips. -The picture had faded with time, but was still distinct and clear in its -outlines. I determined to ask Mrs. Middlemore in the morning whether it was a -likeness of M. Felix, and I put it on the table and retired to bed. I had had a -long and tiring day, and I slept soundly. At eight o'clock I jumped up, ready -and eager to resume the task upon which I was engaged. I had almost finished -dressing when my eyes fell upon the picture I had found upon the previous night, -and I took it again in my hand and examined it by the morning's light. Looking -at the back of the card I saw some writing there, the name of a man and a date -which fixed the time at nineteen years ago. The name was "Gerald Paget."</p> - -<p class="normal">I was inexpressibly relieved. The picture, then, was not that -of M. Felix, but of Emilia's husband. I was glad to possess it, and glad also of -the mute evidence it presented, denoting that the original must have been of a -frank and honest nature. I put it in my pocket without scruple; intrinsically -the portrait was of no value, and I considered myself entitled to appropriate -it. To make sure, however, that the likeness was not that of M. Felix, I showed -it to Mrs. Middlemore, without informing her how I had become possessed of it. -She had never seen it, she said, and it was not a portrait of M. Felix, who was -a different kind of man. Satisfied on this point I went out with Sophy to hire a -servant to take her place in her absence. We had no difficulty in obtaining one; -as Sophy had said, we could have obtained a score, and we picked out the nicest -and most amenable, the choice being Sophy's, upon whose judgment in this -selection it was safest to depend. The new domestic being officially installed -in Mrs. Middlemore's kitchen, I gave that worthy woman "something on account," -and bade her good-morning, and told her that Sophy and I would probably be -absent for two or three weeks.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You'll take care of 'er, sir, I'm sure," said Mrs. -Middlemore.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You need have no anxiety," I replied. "She will be quite safe -with me."</p> - -<p class="normal">Before these words were exchanged I had asked Sophy whether -she was still of the same mind as she had been on the previous evening.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Course I am," said Sophy. "I wouldn't give it up for nothink -you could orfer me."</p> - -<p class="normal">She had given herself "a good scrub," and had tidied her hair, -and I was surprised at the difference this made in her appearance.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Now, Sophy," I said, after I had bidden Mrs. Middlemore -good-by, "here are four sovereigns. Go to some wardrobe shop where you are not -known, and buy a complete outfit of second-hand decent clothes, stockings, -petticoats, boots, and everything you wear, and come to my rooms in them at -half-past one. Be careful that you choose neat clothing, nothing showy or -conspicuous; the way you are dressed the next time I see you will prove whether -you understand what it is I wish you to do."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You sha'n't find fault with me," said Sophy, with tears in -her eyes. "I never thought I should 'ave sech a slice of luck as this."</p> - -<p class="normal">At noon I was in my chambers, having arranged with the editor -of the -<i>Evening Moon</i> for another absence from duty. Bob Tucker was to come at -one, and I employed the intervening minutes in setting things right in my rooms. -I should have liked to go to Emilia for the purpose of showing her the picture I -had found, and of receiving confirmation that it was a portrait of her husband, -but I had not the time. The chimes of Westminster had just proclaimed the -half-hour when I heard a knock at the outer door of my chambers. "Bob is early," -I thought, and I went and opened the door. A stranger confronted me, a -middle-aged man, with sandy hair and light fluffy whiskers, and of a rather -ponderous build.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have come to see Mr. Agnold," said the stranger.</p> - -<p class="normal">"He is busy," I replied, testily, "and cannot be seen." I did -not know the man, and the business I had to transact was too important for -interruption.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will wait," said the stranger, coolly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It will be useless waiting," I said. "Mr. Agnold cannot be -seen to-day."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will wait till to-morrow," said the stranger, pulling his -fluffy whiskers, and gazing at me with more than warrantable attention.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," I said, "call to-morrow, and unless your errand is -urgent and personal do not call at all. Mr. Agnold's time is valuable."</p> - -<p class="normal">I closed the door unceremoniously in his face and re-entered -my sitting-room. My behavior is open to an unfavorable construction, I admit, -but bachelors living in chambers in the houses roundabout are much annoyed by -persons who intrude at all unseasonable hours, and who for the most part turn -out to be commercial travellers desirous to show you samples of goods you do not -want. But there was another reason in this particular instance for my -unceremonious treatment of the uninvited visitor. All the time he was speaking -to me I was conscious that he was observing me in a manner which I resented. -There was an intentional rudeness in his pertinacious scrutiny which aroused in -me a certain anger, which, reasonably or unreasonably, was a guide in my conduct -toward him.</p> - -<p class="normal">I resumed my employment, but my mind was disturbed by the -incident, and I could not drive it away. The man could not be a commercial -traveller, I reflected, for those individuals are models of pleasantry and -politeness, and do everything in their power to win your good graces. What, -therefore, could be his object in paying me a visit? Had I done wrong in sending -him away without inquiring its nature?</p> - -<p class="normal">"Confound the fellow!" I said. "He has got into my head and is -likely to remain there, a fixture. I suppose he has gone."</p> - -<p class="normal">I went to the door and threw it open. On a little bench in the -lobby outside sat the man, quietly and patiently.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not gone!" I cried.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not gone," he replied.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You heard what I said, did you not?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Perfectly. You said Mr. Agnold cannot be seen today. Upon -which I replied that I would wait till to-morrow."</p> - -<p class="normal">"To wait here?" I exclaimed.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, to wait here till to-morrow, or the next day, or the -next. In point of fact, to wait till I have had a few minutes' chat with Mr. -Agnold."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am Mr. Agnold," I said, angrily.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I knew that all along," he said, with irritating politeness.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What is it you want with me? Will you detain me long?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not very long; it will depend upon yourself. I come on behalf -of Dr. Peterssen."</p> - -<p class="normal">My anger instantly subsided; I became as cool as my visitor.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Enter," I said, "and let us get it over. Who is Dr. -Peterssen, and what has he got to do with me, or I with him?"</p> - -<p class="normal">These last words were spoken when my visitor and I were -standing face to face in my sitting-room.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, I am not here to answer questions," said my visitor. "I -have a commission to execute, and a question or two myself to ask on behalf of -Dr. Peterssen."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Which I shall answer or not, as I please."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Of course it is entirely within your discretion; I cannot -force you; I am merely an instrument."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I must know with whom I am conversing," I said, "before we -proceed further."</p> - -<p class="normal">He handed me a card, on which was printed, "Mr. Nettlefold, -The Elms, Ealing."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I never heard of you," I said, putting the card on the table.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I can't help that," he responded. "Perhaps it will expedite -matters if I inform you that I do not come from Dr. Peterssen direct. Before -presenting myself to you I paid a visit to Mr. Bob Tucker."</p> - -<p class="normal">I was confounded. Was the cunning scheme suggested by Bob, and -to carry out which I had enlisted Sophy's services, to be nipped in the bud?</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Tucker," continued Mr. Nettlefold, "refused all -explanations, and referred me to you, who, it seems, are the prime mover in this -affair."</p> - -<p class="normal">"In what affair?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"As you are aware, Dr. Peterssen resides at Tylney House, -Sheldon. He desires this fact to be widely known, having no motives for secrecy. -Mr. Bob Tucker has been prowling about this neighborhood lately, making -inquiries concerning Dr. Peterssen, and prying into his private affairs in a -manner to which Dr. Peterssen does not propose to submit."</p> - -<p class="normal">"A nice mess Bob has made of it," I thought. "What a fool I -was to trust to him!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I beg your pardon," said Mr. Nettlefold, "did you speak?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I did not."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I thought I saw your lips move. To continue. Mr. Bob Tucker -could not have been aware that while he was thus clumsily playing Paul Pry, he -was himself being watched, and that all the information given to him of Dr. -Peterssen's affairs was false. When Mr. Tucker left Sheldon he was followed and -his address in London discovered. He paid you a visit last night, and your -address was discovered. I am commissioned by Dr. Peterssen to inquire your -motive for your proceedings?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I shall answer no questions. Finish your commission, and go."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Very well. I am instructed to say that should Mr. Bob Tucker, -or you, or any person in your employ, come again to Sheldon for the purpose of -making injurious inquiries, he, you, or the other person will receive a sound -horsewhipping, and after that a ducking in a convenient pond. That is all. Have -you anything to say?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Just one observation. You can tell Dr. Peterssen in the -plainest possible terms that I know him to be an infernal scoundrel, and that it -is my intention to expose him. I shall visit Sheldon very soon, and he will have -an opportunity of putting his threats into execution; it will then be seen who -has the most to fear, he or I. There is the door, Mr. Nettlefold. Remove -yourself quickly, if you do not wish to be removed."</p> - -<p class="normal">To my astonishment, my visitor, instead of hurrying to the -door, threw himself into my most comfortable arm-chair, and burst into a loud -fit of laughter. I had not recovered from my astonishment before he spoke.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Capital. Capital. Settled my disguise last night. Carried it -out this morning. Took me about an hour. Altered my voice. Altered the way I -speak as Bob Tucker. Changed my clothes. And my hair. And my manner. Rather good -isn't it? Compliment me."</p> - -<p class="normal">And there in my chair sat, not Mr. Nettlefold, but my old -friend Bob Tucker, laughing and wagging his head at the trick he had played me.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Upon my word, Bob," I said with a feeling of great relief, -"you gave me a turn. I should never have known you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Thought you wouldn't. When I looked in the glass didn't know -myself. Thought I was another fellow. Thought I'd try it on you first, to make -sure, you know."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Bob," I said, shaking hands heartily with him, "you're -splendid. Scotland Yard's a fool to you. I would trust you with my life."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You might. It would be quite safe with me. So long as you -kept your breath. Think I'm a match for Peterssen?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"For a dozen Peterssens. You're a gem of the first water. I've -hardly got over it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Don't think any more of it. Plenty of time by and by. Always -knew I was cut out for this sort of thing. Let's to business. You see what I've -done. What have you done?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have got the girl."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Good. Sharp! Clever! Cool!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"You shall see her; she will be here soon."</p> - -<p class="normal">Then I related to him everything I knew of Sophy, and dwelt -especially upon her behavior on the night of the disappearance of the body of M. -Felix, which I could see made a powerful impression upon him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"By Jove!" he exclaimed. "Got pluck, that girl. Seems just the -article we want."</p> - -<p class="normal">His admiration increased when I told him of the expedient -suggested by Sophy to keep her lack of education from the knowledge of Dr. -Peterssen's people.</p> - -<p class="normal">"She's a nugget," he said. "Take quite an interest in her -already. Possibilities in that girl. She will come through this affair with -flying colors."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That is my opinion, Bob. She will be a relation of yours, I -suppose."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Step-daughter," he said, with a wink. "By my first wife. The -girl in the way then. Much more in the way now. Why? Her mother's dead, and I'm -married again. Conundrum. What relation is she to my second wife? Work it out. -Name, Maria. A perfect encumbrance. Dumb from her birth. And silly. Horrible -nuisance. No vice in her. Not dangerous in the least. Therefore, friendly -patient. No restraint or punishment. To be allowed to go about the house and -grounds. Do as she likes. Must sleep in room by herself. Will give no trouble. -Quarter paid in advance. Make her happy, and she shall remain for years. Must be -kindly treated. Will programme do?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is excellently arranged."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I go down as Mr. Nettlefold, The Elms, Ealing. Cousin of mine -lives there. Should letters addressed Nettlefold arrive, will forward them on to -me wherever I am. As I say, go down as Mr. Nettlefold. Leave Sheldon as such. -Return to Sheldon as another man. To watch over Sophy, otherwise Maria. Got -danger signals ready." He produced a number of small pellets, some blue, some -white, weighted, and attached to thin cords. "Sophy," he continued, "otherwise -Maria, ties these to underclothing. Stays. String of petticoat. Anything. -Detaches one when required. I'll instruct her. Every day one thrown over wall. -None thrown, go in and see her. Quite safe. Will she remain long?"</p> - -<p class="normal">I answered that I thought she would be able to get hold of the -desk in less than a week, and that under no circumstances should she remain -longer than a fortnight. If she could not accomplish her task in that time it -would be useless to keep her there. We continued talking about the arrangements -till half-past one, when my faithful and punctual Sophy made her appearance. She -looked the picture of neatness, and her eyes beamed when I expressed approval of -her attire. Bob gazed upon her with satisfaction.</p> - -<p class="normal">"She'll do," he said. "You keep quiet. I'll take her in hand."</p> - -<p class="normal">I left it to him to explain matters and to teach her her -lesson. He could have had no apter pupil; in less than half an hour she was -proficient.</p> - -<p class="normal">"We start, the three of us," said Bob, "at three o'clock. Not -for Sheldon. Four miles from there is a large village, Nutford. We put up there. -Arrive six-twenty. Have dinner. Dark night. Walk to Sheldon. Reconnoitre. Show -you the wall, where you can get over. If you want to. Show you where to throw -pellets. Four o'clock every afternoon. Convenient time. Dr. Peterssen probably -away. Feel all right?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"As right as a trivet," said Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You're a girl--after my own heart. Have something to eat -before we start. Tuck away."</p> - -<p class="normal">At three o'clock we were in the train which was to convey us -to our destination.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_48" href="#div1Ref_48">CHAPTER XLVIII.</a></h4> - -<h5>SOPHY ENTERS DR. PETERSSEN'S ESTABLISHMENT AS A FRIENDLY PATIENT.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">Having engaged comfortable quarters at the Bell and Horns, -Nutford, we had a tea-dinner, and started to walk to Sheldon. It was a fine -night, and Sophy distinguished herself as a pedestrian; the four-mile walk was -accomplished in an hour and twenty minutes by the watch. The one narrow street -of which the village could boast was still and quiet; not a soul was to be seen -in it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"After seven o'clock at night," said Bob, "place like a -churchyard. Sleepy Hollow a paradise compared to it."</p> - -<p class="normal">There was something inexpressibly depressing in the aspect of -the street; the two or three poor shops were closed, and neither in them nor in -the cottages was there a sign of life. The suggestion of a grave came to my -mind.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Remember Eden?" asked Bob, who was in the best of spirits. -"Mark Tapley would have grown fat here."</p> - -<p class="normal">At the end of the street we crossed a common, and then -traversed an avenue of mournful trees, bounded by a stone wall.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The outskirts of Tylney House," said Bob, with the air of a -professional guide. "House can't be seen from this point. Nor from any point in -particular. Lies in a valley. Observe the jagged glass at top of wall. Just here -there's a bare spot. Think you could climb over it, Sophy, otherwise Maria?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Git over it like a bird," said Sophy. The conversation was -carried on in low tones, Sophy's voice being sepulchral, in view of the part of -the dumb patient she was presently to enact.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Good girl. Prove yourself. There's a tree. Show us a climb."</p> - -<p class="normal">It was a branchless tree, with scarce a knob on its straight -trunk, and with nothing to hold on by, but Sophy tackled it unhesitatingly, and -was a dozen feet above our heads in a twinkling. There she perched, peering over -the wall into the grounds of Tylney House. Presently she scrambled down, and -nudging Bob, said,</p> - -<p class="normal">"Will that do?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"You've got the heart of a lion," said Bob, admiringly. "I've -no fears for you. Can you read?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Write?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Tell the time?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, I can do that."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's a blessing. Here's a silver watch. A stem-winder. When -we get back to Nutford I'll show you how to wind it up. What's the time now?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Arf past eight."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Correct. That tree is thirty feet high. Or thereabouts."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What of that?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I should say it could be seen by anybody inside that stone -wall. By you, when you're inside them. Now, Sophy, otherwise Maria, you have -peculiarities. One, that you're dumb."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Inside them walls," said Sophy, "I am. Dumb as a fish."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Another, that you've an unconquerable habit of shying -stones."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'm a dab at that," said Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"As a friendly patient," continued Bob, "you must be indulged. -When you get it into your head to shy stones you're to be let alone. That's one -of the conditions of your becoming a friendly patient."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I twig. I'm to shy stones at that tree."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are. At certain times of the day. At twelve o'clock by -the silver watch. At four o'clock by the same."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Crikey!" exclaimed Sophy. "Yer don't mean to say I'm to have -the ticker?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I do. Bought it for the special purpose. And it's not to be -taken from you. When you shy stones at hours already stated I shall be outside. -You don't shy many. Three, or four, or five. One of the stones is made of lead. -I supply you with them. Here they are." He produced the pellets. "I give you -some paper that you'll keep in your pocket. Lead stone wrapped in white paper -means that you're quite comfortable. Lead stone wrapped in blue paper means you -want to be taken away. Things not as they ought to be. That provides for your -safety. We'll see you're not hurt, Sophy, otherwise Maria. I shall understand -signals. An idea. Can you whistle?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Rather."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Another of your peculiarities. As a friendly patient you're -to be allowed to whistle. At twelve o'clock and at four I shall be in this -neighborhood. I hear you whistle. I see the stones you shy, <i>and</i> the bit -of lead wrapped in white paper. She's safe, I say to myself. Sophy, otherwise -Maria, is quite comfortable with her weather eye open. Do you take all this in? -Or shall I go over it again?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I know it by 'eart," replied Sophy. "It's a reg'lar game, -that's what it is."</p> - -<p class="normal">Here I thought it necessary to say a word.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Suppose no stones at all are thrown, Bob?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"In that case," said Bob, "without one minute's delay I ring -the bell. I insist upon seeing my stepdaughter, Sophy, otherwise Maria. Leave it -to me. I'll undertake that she comes to no harm. Time to get back to Nutford."</p> - -<p class="normal">We left Sheldon without having been observed, I a little -doubtful now that the adventure was to be seriously commenced, Bob very -confident, and Sophy very bright. Before we went to bed we had a great deal of -conversation, and Sophy convinced us that she perfectly understood Bob's -instructions; then the silver watch was delivered to her as a prospective gift -in the event of her success, and we retired to rest. Bob and I had each brought -a Gladstone bag down with us, and Bob gave me another instance of his -thoughtfulness by producing from his a small handbag, furnished with certain -necessaries for a girl of Sophy's age, which he had purchased in London.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You have really no fears for her, Bob?" I said as we -undressed. He and I occupied a double-bedded room.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not the least," replied Bob. "She's a gem. Of the first -water. Wash and comb her regularly--dress her decently--teach her to read and -write--give her two or three years to grow up in--and there's no telling what -she may become. Much obliged for the introduction. Much obliged also for the -business in hand." He said this with perfect sincerity. Bob Tucker was in his -element.</p> - -<p class="normal">On the following morning he and Sophy set off for Tylney -House. By Bob's advice I remained behind in Nutford. It would be best, he said, -that Dr. Peterssen should not see me.</p> - -<p class="normal">I waited in great anxiety for his return, and at three o'clock -in the afternoon he was with me again.</p> - -<p class="normal">"All arranged," he said. "Sophy is now a friendly patient in -Tylney House. Did not tell you, did I, that I telegraphed to Peterssen from -London yesterday afternoon?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No," I replied, "I was not aware of it. You lay your plans -well, Bob."</p> - -<p class="normal">"No use undertaking a job unless you do. I sent him -telegram--'Coming to your establishment to-morrow with young patient. SILAS -NETTLEFOLD.' We arrive in a fly--ring the bell--man appears. I ask, 'Dr. -Peterssen at home?' 'Name?' inquires the man. 'Silas Nettlefold,' I answer. 'Dr. -Peterssen is at home,' says man. 'Walk in.' I do. Sophy slouches by my -side--good actress, that girl. Man eyes her. She doesn't notice him apparently. -All the same she sees him--and reckons him up. In the grounds she picks up -stone--looks at it--turns it over in her hand--shies it over the wall. 'A way -she's got,' I say to man. Slip two half-crowns into his hand. He grins, and -leads the way. Peterssen--damned scoundrel--receives us. I introduce myself--and -my stepdaughter Maria. He shakes hands with me--no suspicion in his manner. I -was looking out for that. Puts his thumb under my step-daughter's chin--raises -her face. She gives a silly laugh, and turns away. I explain matters, saying -first, 'Can I speak plainly to you?' 'I am a man of the world,' he says. 'So am -I,' I respond. I give him a sly look; he gives me one. I motion Sophy, otherwise -Maria, out of the room. He rings for man to take her into the grounds. 'Not my -daughter,' I say; 'my first wife's. Widow when I married her. Now, dead. Six -weeks ago I married again. Second wife wants her out of the house. So do I. More -comfortable for all parties. Dumb from her birth; quite silly, but has, or will -have when she's of age, property. Meanwhile I am her guardian. Willing to pay -well to have her well taken care of. Must not be ill-treated. Am a Christian--so -are you.' Peterssen smiles; I smile. I continue: 'It is to my interest that she -shall be happy. I wish her to live a long life--in such an establishment as -yours--at so much a year, paid in advance. I should like her to get fat. The -longer she lives, the better for me. If she died her property would pass out of -my control.' And so on, and so on. Peterssen comprehends--grasps the situation. -Promises everything I ask. Shall be treated as friendly patient, but of course -the charge will be proportionate. 'Quite so,' I say. Everything then is -arranged. She will have perfect liberty inside the stone walls. Will be kindly -treated. Will be allowed to walk freely about the grounds, and to indulge her -harmless habit of occasional stone-throwing. So far, all plain sailing. Then -comes question of terms. 'Two hundred a year,' says Peterssen, rather stiff. -'We'll not haggle,' I say. Peterssen much relieved. He's devilish hard up. Saw -it with half an eye. His hand stretched out to clutch the money. Took advantage -of his eagerness. Gave him twenty pounds on account of first quarter. Promise to -pay the other thirty in a month. After that, regular quarterly payments in -advance. Peterssen made lame attempts to hold out for larger sum down on the -nail. I stood my ground. Peterssen gave way. If he'd been flush of money would -have seen me further first. Interview terminated. We go out to Sophy, otherwise -Maria. Girl very happy, playing with two stones. 'Let her have her way,' I say, -'won't give you a bit of trouble.' I wish her good-by. She takes not the -slightest notice of me. Begins to whistle. Clever girl, Sophy. Gives me a silly -look, that's all. I speak to man, otherwise keeper, aside. 'Don't bother her,' I -say, 'and she won't bother you. Treat her kindly, and you get a crown a week. -Here's first fortnight in advance.' Keeper promises to be good to her, and not -to interfere with her. A crown a week buys him body and soul. Sophy all right. -Shake hands with Peterssen, pat Sophy on the head, and make my way here. Not in -a straight line. Hired fly some distance off in another direction. Leave Bob -Tucker alone for putting people off the scent."</p> - -<p class="normal">There was nothing to find fault with in Bobgs description; all -that I had wished for had been cleverly carried out, and everything seemed now -to depend upon whether the desk of Indian wood was in Dr. Peterssen's -establishment and whether Sophy would be able to obtain possession of it. But it -was not without an uneasy feeling that I thought of Sophy being at the mercy of -such a man as the master of Tylney House. Bob did his best to dispel my -uneasiness. He was positive that Sophy was quite safe. Dr. Peterssen was seldom -in the house, his inclinations and pleasures lying elsewhere, and the management -of the establishment was left almost entirely in the hands of the keeper who Bob -said he had bought for five shillings a week.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Doesn't get a tip once in a blue moon," said Bob. "That was -evident from his manner of accepting mine. It was such a novelty that it almost -knocked him over. Doesn't get too well paid, either. There's a tumbledown air -about Tylney House which made me think of a man on his last legs. One thing is -certain. Peterssen's heart is not in it. Mind occupied by matters more -engrossing. Generally savage look upon his face. The fellow's ripe."</p> - -<p class="normal">"For what, Bob?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"For any kind of villainy, from pitch and toss to -manslaughter. Wouldn't stop short of manslaughter. Oh, I know my customer."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Did you see any of the other patients?" I asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"No," answered Bob. "Kept out of the way, most likely. Looked -about for harmless patient green-grocer's boy spoke of. Didn't catch a glimpse -of him."</p> - -<p class="normal">We left Nettlefold that evening, and went to another village -on the other side of Sheldon. This was done to enable Bob to assume a different -disguise, in which he was to pay his daily visits to the tree outside the stone -walls of Tylney House, which was to serve as a target for Sophy's stones twice a -day; and he told me that he had given Sophy explicit instructions how to reach -us at our new address. It seems that he had the removal in view when we were at -Nettlefold, and had let Sophy into the secret; and I commended and admired his -thoughtfulness.</p> - -<p class="normal">The change of quarters safely made, I had nothing to do but to -await the course of events. I considered it expedient to keep Bob company, so as -to be on the spot in case Sophy should make an unexpected appearance. Bob's -proceedings and methods afforded me some amusement. At a quarter to eleven every -morning he started for Sheldon, returning at a quarter to two. An hour afterward -he started again for the same place, returning at a quarter to six. He was -punctuality itself, and his movements resembled those of a well-regulated clock. -Every time he returned he said, "Sophy quite safe. Three stones, and a pellet -wrapped in white paper. Whistling like a bird. Sophy getting fine markswoman. -Two of the stones hit tree. Capital exercise for muscles this stone-throwing. -Pity Sophy can't write. She would be able to tell us news." He kept an exact -record of all his proceedings, and devoted a separate page, more than one, if -necessary, to each entry. "In matters like this," he said, "avoid confusion. Be -precise. My diary saves a world of trouble in deciding absolutely what was done -at such an hour on such a day." The time, I must confess, hung heavily on my -hands, and I would much rather have been an active worker in the task upon which -we were engaged. However, I had no choice. I wrote regularly to my people at -home and to Emilia, who thus became acquainted with my country address, and it -was to Emilia's knowledge of my whereabouts which led to unforeseen diversions -in the plans I had so carefully mapped out.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_49" href="#div1Ref_49">CHAPTER XLIX.</a></h4> - -<h5>M. BORDIER JOINS THE HUNT.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">On the twelfth day I said:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Bob, I think I shall run up to London."</p> - -<p class="normal">"By all means," said Bob, cheerfully, a sign that my society -was not indispensable to him, and that he was not wearying of his task. "Should -anything occur I will telegraph to you. To which address, though?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Repeat your telegrams," I said, "to my chambers and my -mother's house. I shall be back in two days, and if by that time things are -still in the same position I think you should pay a visit to Sophy, and contrive -somehow to speak to her. This inaction is intolerable."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You have no patience," said Bob. "The train is laid. What -more do you want?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Movement, Bob, movement." I looked at my watch. "Mustn't lose -the train. I'm off."</p> - -<p class="normal">And off I was, and in a few minutes whirling toward London. It -was destined, however, that I should not reach there as early as I expected. We -were midway when the train slackened, crawled along a few hundred yards, then -came to a standstill.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What's the matter?" I called to the guard, thrusting my head -out of the window.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Engine broke down, sir," was the answer. "Can't get on."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Confound it!" I cried. "How long shall we have to wait?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"There's no knowing, sir. Not till to-morrow morning, -perhaps."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But it is impossible for me to remain here all night."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Very sorry, sir. It doesn't depend upon me. Accidents will -happen."</p> - -<p class="normal">Fretting and fuming would not mend matters, and I was -compelled to submit. It turned out as the guard had indicated. Something else -had occurred on the line which rendered it out of the question that another -engine could be sent to our aid, and we did not arrive in London till the -afternoon of the following day. I hastened at once to my chambers, then visited -the office of the <i>Evening Moon</i>, and then proceeded to my mother's house, -which I did not reach till six o'clock in the evening. The moment the street -door was opened Emilia ran into the passage to greet me.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You have seen him," she cried, "and he has explained all."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Seen whom?" I asked, very much astonished, "and what is there -to explain?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"You have not met M. Bordier, then," she said, falling back.</p> - -<p class="normal">"No," I replied. "I left the country suddenly yesterday, and -an accident happened to the train. I was detained all night."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I sent you a letter also," said Emilia, "it was posted -yesterday morning."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That accounts for my not receiving it. It must have arrived -after my departure."</p> - -<p class="normal">I saw that she was agitated, and I led her to the -sitting-room, where, after exchanging a few words with my mother, we were left -alone. Then I learnt what had taken place.</p> - -<p class="normal">M. Bordier, it appears, had visited Emilia every day during my -absence, and had observed in her signs of suppressed excitement which had caused -him deep concern. At first he made no comment upon this change in her, but at -length he questioned her, and, receiving no satisfaction, told her with delicate -pointedness that he deemed it her duty to confide in him if she were in any -trouble. Still she evaded his inquiries, and this with marks of such extreme -distress that he became more pressing in his desire that she should be candid -and straightforward with him. I will give what afterward transpired in Emilia's -own words.</p> - -<p class="normal">"He came the night before last," she said, "and asked to speak -privately with me. I could not refuse him; it appeared to me as if my refusal to -appease his natural curiosity had aroused suspicions which might be fatal to my -daughter's happiness. He spoke very kindly, but very firmly. Considering the -relations in which we stood to each other, he had come to a decision which it -was right should be communicated to me. Before doing so he would ask me a -question or two to which he expected frank answers. He asked me how long I had -known your family. I replied, about two weeks. Had I any previous knowledge of -them? I said no. Through whom had I become acquainted with them? I said, through -you. He then asked who and what you were; I told him, trembling all the time, -because his questions were leading straight to the secret I was hiding from him. -Had I any previous knowledge of you, he asked; were you related to me in any -way? I answered that you were not related to me, and that I had made your -acquaintance only since my arrival in London. Were you acquainted with the cause -of my trouble, he asked. I said yes, you were, and that you were endeavoring to -befriend me. He reflected a little before he continued, and when he spoke it was -in the same kind and gentle voice, but more firmly than before. 'It amounts to -this,' he said, 'that you have a secret which has brought grief upon you, and -that you confide this secret to a stranger and deny it to me. I draw from this a -reasonable inference--that you have a trouble of a private nature which you are -deliberately concealing from those who have a right, if anyone has the right, to -share it with you. Is it a pecuniary trouble?' I answered that it was not, and -he said that he regretted it, as then it might be easily got over. He then -referred to the conversation we had in Geneva, when he came to speak to me about -Julian's attachment to my dear child, and to a remark he had made that the time -would arrive when it would be necessary that he should become acquainted with -certain particulars of my past life. My heart fainted within me when he bluntly -inquired whether my secret was in any way connected with my past history. I -could make but one reply, yes. 'Do you not see,' he said, 'that you are creating -suspicions in my mind, and that I am beginning to ask myself whether I should be -doing my duty as a father if I allowed the engagement between our children to -continue? Be advised for your own sake, for theirs. Tell me everything; accord -to me at least the privileges you have accorded to a stranger. I have the -reputation of being a just man, and I know that I have none but kindly feelings -toward you. There are difficulties, I admit, in many human lives which need the -skill of a strong man to surmount. I place my knowledge of the world and my -goodwill at your service, and if you refuse to avail yourself of them your -conduct will inspire me with very grave doubts.' Thus driven, what could I do? -It seemed to me that it would be the wisest course to confide implicitly in him, -and I did so. I laid bare the story of my life, from my earliest remembrance to -the hour the disclosure was made. The errand upon which I came to England, my -adventures here, my meeting with you, my interview with Gerald's -brother--nothing was concealed; I even searched my mind to be sure that not a -detail was omitted. And then I threw myself upon his mercy. I swore solemnly to -the truth of my story, and to my belief that the marriage ceremony was genuine. -'To part from your son now,' I said, 'will break my daughter's heart. In mercy -to her, have pity!' 'From my inmost soul I pity you,' he said. 'I believe your -story; I believe you to be honestly married; but it must be proved; we must be -able to hold up our heads in the face of the world. You say there is a chance of -the copy of your marriage certificate being hidden in the secret drawer of the -writing-desk you have described, and that a scheme is in operation which holds -out a hope that the desk may be found. Julian loves your daughter; his happiness -is bound up in her; and because I am his father and love him most sincerely I -will do all that lies in my power to set this crooked matter straight. I will go -down to your friend Mr. Agnold as your representative and champion. Give me a -letter to him which will confer upon me the right to act for you. There are -means in my hands which Mr. Agnold may not possess, or would not naturally be -willing to employ, by which we can attain our object. I can go myself to this -Dr. Peterssen, and offer to purchase the desk from him, supposing it to be in -his possession. To such a man a large sum of money would be a temptation; I -would not stop short of five thousand pounds; and this, with a guarantee that he -shall not be molested, and time afforded him to reach another country, may be -the crowning inducement. Even if he has not the desk, he is pretty sure to have -learnt from Mr. Gerald Paget the name of the place in which the marriage -ceremony was performed, and would be willing to sell the information for the sum -I have named. The proof then would be easy. Write a letter at once; I will start -to-morrow.' His words, his voice, gave me hope. I wrote the letter, and yesterday -he left London to present it to you."</p> - -<p class="normal">This was the story which Emilia narrated to me, and I could -not blame her for acting as she had done. Only I was angry with myself for -leaving Bob; had I remained I should have seen M. Bordier, and we might have -discussed matters and brought them to a head. In view of what Bob had said of -his impression that Dr. Peterssen was very hard up, the temptation which M. -Bordier was ready to offer would be too strong for him. Five thousand pounds was -a grand bait, and Dr. Peterssen would have accepted it and fled the country.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You have done right," I said to Emilia.</p> - -<p class="normal">"How thankful I am that you approve!" she exclaimed. "It -seemed to me ungrateful that I should take a step so important without -consulting you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You had no choice," I said, "and M. Bordier is a gentleman. -Did his son accompany him?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Poor Julian! I do not know. I fear he is scarcely in a fit -state."</p> - -<p class="normal">I inferred from this that Julian Bordier was ill, but before I -had time to make an inquiry my mother entered the room.</p> - -<p class="normal">"A telegram for you," she said, and handed it to me.</p> - -<p class="normal">I tore it open and read it. "I have strange and important news -for you. Sophy is with me. Come down at once. Bob."</p> - -<p class="normal">There was an A B C in the house, and I turned over the pages -feverishly. I had just twenty-two minutes to catch a train, the last of the day, -which would enable me to get to Bob at about eleven o'clock. Late as it would be -I knew that he would expect me. I rapidly explained to Emilia the necessity of -my immediate departure, and ran out of the house. Fortunately a cab was passing. -"Drive as if Old Nick was at your heels," I said to the cabby, jumping in. -"Treble fare." The driver cracked his whip, and away we rattled.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_50" href="#div1Ref_50">CHAPTER L.</a></h4> - -<h5>CLEVER SOPHY.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">Bob was waiting for me on the platform. He was smoking a -cigar, and did not appear the least flurried. His calm demeanor, being somewhat -antagonistic to the tone of his telegram, annoyed me.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well, Bob?" I said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well, old man?" said he. "Knew you would come down by this -train."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Of course you did," I said irritably. "Now for your news."</p> - -<p class="normal">"No hurry," he said, phlegmatically. "Plenty of time before -us."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Don't trifle, there's a good fellow. Have you seen M. -Bordier?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have seen a gentleman of that name. Introduced himself to -me. Showed me a letter from your lady friend. It was addressed to you, but he -made free with it. He had a right to do so perhaps, as it was in an unsealed -envelope. Who is the gentleman? Has he anything to do with this affair?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"He is an important person in our inquiry, Bob," I replied, -"and is intimately connected with it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Ah," said Bob, dryly. "If I'd been in your place I should -have mentioned him earlier. He came like a bombshell upon me, and vanished, so -to speak, like a flash of lightning. Any better, Sophy?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Then for the first time I noticed the girl. She was crouched -up on a bench, with her cloak over her head. The words Bob and I had exchanged -were uttered at a little distance from her, and she had not heard my voice. I -stepped close to her and removed the cloak from her head.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sophy," I said, "are you ill?"</p> - -<p class="normal">She jumped up and took the hand I held out to her, but did not -answer. Her face was very white, and there was a look of fear in her eyes.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Good God!" I cried, with a pang. "Have they been ill-treating -her? What's the matter with you, Sophy?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not afore 'im," she said. Her throat seemed to be parched, -her voice was so choked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, they have not ill-treated her," said Bob; "I can answer -for that. When she came with the desk----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"You've got the desk!" I cried. Notwithstanding my anxiety for -Sophy the news excited me, and my attention was diverted from her for a moment.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," said Bob, with a laugh in which I detected a shade of -bitterness, "we've got the desk. For all the good it's worth. When she hopped -into my room with it she was as bright as a cricket. Later on sent her to bed. -Supposed her to be asleep, when she tumbled into the room again with a face -like--well, look at it. Thought she'd have a fit. She'd had a nightmare."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I hadn't," gasped Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'll take your word for it," said Bob. "Anyway, she wouldn't -open her lips to me. Very mysterious. She will to you, most likely."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, I will," said Sophy, still clinging to me; she was -trembling all over.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Thought as much," said Bob, who seemed to feel this lack of -confidence in him very acutely. "There are things to tell. My proposition--if I -may be allowed to make one--is that we begin at the beginning, else we shall get -muddled."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It's the properest way," said Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Thank you. Even this slight mark of approval appreciated by -yours truly. Do I gather that we are friends, Sophy, no longer Maria?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"In course we are; but I ain't 'ad no nightmare, I've 'ad a -scare." She offered him her hand, and it really put life into him. He spoke more -briskly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Let us get back to the hotel," he said. "Everything down -there in black and white--except Sophy's scare--the reason for which I shall be -glad to hear, if permitted."</p> - -<p class="normal">"If he likes," said Sophy, "he can tell yer everythink when he -'ears it 'isself. It's best it should be led up to." She addressed these last -words to me.</p> - -<p class="normal">"For which purpose," said Bob; "march."</p> - -<p class="normal">I listened to all this in amazement, but I fell in with their -humor to have Sophy's scare properly led up to, and we walked to the inn in -comparative silence.</p> - -<p class="normal">"When did you have your last meal, Sophy?" I asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Two o'clock. Biled beef and cabbage."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You oaf," I said good-humoredly to Bob, "that's the reason of -her being so white. She has been ten hours without food."</p> - -<p class="normal">Bob clapped his hand to his forehead. "I am an ass," he said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You ain't," said Sophy, promptly, "and it ain't what made me -white. But I shouldn't turn my back on a bit of grub."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And a bit of grub you shall have," said Bob, "the moment we -are in our room. I've got the right side of the landlady. Cold meat and pickles -always on tap for Bob Tucker."</p> - -<p class="normal">In the room Bob was as good as his word. A cold supper was -spread before Sophy, and a glass of weak brandy and water mixed for her. She ate -with avidity, and while she was thus employed Bob turned his attention to me.</p> - -<p class="normal">"My diary comes in handy here," he said, and he pushed the -book toward me. "You will find everything entered, saves a world of talk."</p> - -<p class="normal">I skimmed through the pages till I reached yesterday's date, -under which I found my departure for London duly recorded, the brief entry -being:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Agnold restless. Gone to London. For no particular -reason--but gone."</p> - -<p class="normal">Further on the record of the present day:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Six P.M. Just returned from Tylney House. A surprising number -of stones thrown by Sophy, otherwise Maria. She usually throws three or four, -never more than five, including pellet in white paper, denoting happiness and -safety. But this afternoon, quite a shower, including four pellets in white -paper. Counted altogether eighteen. Does it mean anything? Wait till to-morrow. -Logical interpretation, that things going on more satisfactorily than ever. -Something discovered, perhaps. A thousand pities Sophy, otherwise Maria, cannot -read or write. If the latter, could obtain positive information. When this -particularly clever girl comes out she must begin to learn immediately. Talents -must have a fair chance. Cruel they should be wasted. See to it. Singular no -letter from Agnold. But did not promise to write."</p> - -<p class="normal">Following this was a revelation:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sent telegram to Agnold, advising him to come down at once. -This is putting cart before horse--in this instance allowable. Begin now at the -beginning of exciting chapter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"At half-past seven was sitting alone, smoking and ruminating. -Door suddenly burst open, and Sophy, no longer Maria, rushes in. I cry--'What, -Sophy!' 'Yes,' she says, out of breath, 'it's me. I've got it; I've got it. -Where's the other?' (meaning Agnold). I briefly explain that he has gone to -London, but will return the moment telegraphed for. 'Do you mean to tell me,' 'I -said,' as excited as herself, 'that you've brought the desk?' 'It's 'ere,' she -says, and she plumps it on the table, also a large door-key. She had carried the -desk wrapped in her cloak. There is no doubt about the article; it exactly -answers description given by Agnold. Remarkable girl, Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"This is her tale--and glad she was to set her tongue going -after the lock it has had on it for so many days. At Tylney House one day is so -like another that a lengthy experience of it must be perfectly appalling. Sophy -says it is like a long funeral. As a friendly patient Sophy had the run of the -house, and she knows every room in it except one--Dr. Peterssen's private -apartment, which he occupies when he is in evidence. He is seldom in evidence. -Absent six days out of seven. As there was no sign of desk in any other part of -the house, Sophy decides that it is in Peterssen's room, if in the house at all. -She was right.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Peterssen only been at home two days during Sophy's residence -as friendly patient. The first time last week. The second time, this. In point -of fact, this very day. Last week Peterssen stopped about two hours in private -room. Sophy passed door, through passage, while he was within. Couldn't get a -peep. Consequently knew nothing of desk. Peterssen came out of room, locked -door, went away. Most girls would have been discouraged at the prospect of such -small chance of success. Not Sophy. She had made up her mind that the desk was -there. There's nothing like moral conviction. To-day at one o'clock Peterssen -puts in an appearance. After dinner, Sophy, on her way into the grounds, passes -private room. Door ajar. She gets a peep. On the table sees desk, cedar-wood, -inlaid with silver. Heart beats. Time not wasted. Discovery made, but not yet -utilized. Watches like a cat. Hears keeper say Peterssen going to stop all -night. Heart beats faster. Now or never. But how is this to be accomplished. -This explains meaning of such a number of stones thrown over wall. Symbolical, -but at the time undecipherable to present writer. Quite clear now.</p> - -<p class="normal">"At ten minutes past five by Sophy's silver watch (her own -property now), letter arrives for Peterssen. Delivered to him by keeper. -Evidently unexpected. Evidently of an exciting nature. He reads it, and hurries -out of house. What has he done with the key of the private room? Sophy hears a -bunch rattle in his pocket as he rushes past her. Almost despairs, but not -quite.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sophy creeps into passage again. The door is closed. She -tries to peep through keyhole, but it is blocked. By what? A key. The key being -inside, Peterssen in haste must have forgotten to lock the door. It proves to be -so. Sophy has only to put her hand on handle, to turn it softly round, and -presto! she is in the room. But the desk is not on table. Where, then? Under the -bed. Before you can say Jack Robinson Sophy seizes it, creeps out of room. But -first a stroke of genius. She removes key of door from inside to outside, turns -it in lock, removes it from keyhole and retains it. Sublime! When Peterssen -returns he will find door locked. Will naturally think he has locked it himself. -Will feel in his pocket for key, without finding it. Will spend time in -searching for it. All in Sophy's favor. Bravo, little one!</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sophy reconnoitres. Keeper in grounds. Presently enters -house, goes up to his bedroom--for private nap, of course. Coast clear. Like a -shot Sophy is in the grounds. Like a shot she is over the wall, where there is -no broken glass. How she did it she does not remember.. She does not know. -Neither do I. But it is done. There she is, over the wall, outside Tylney House, -instead of inside, with the key of the door in her hand, and the precious desk -under her arm. It takes my breath away.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Getting here to me takes hers away, She makes mistakes in the -roads, and comes seven miles instead of four. But she runs the distance, and -here she is.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Sophy,' I say, 'you are a treasure.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I done it all right, didn't I?' she says.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You did, my girl, and you deserve a medal.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"I formally make over the silver watch to her, and promise her -a silver chain to match. She is in ecstasies, but not quite happy because Agnold -is not here. I tell her he will be here to-morrow, and then I examine the desk. -An intense desire seizes me to open it. Right or wrong, I determine to do so. -I'll chance what Agnold may say when he comes back. He should have remained. -What made him go to London? He had no immediate business there. His immediate -business was here.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not one of my keys will open the desk. But I can pick a lock, -and I have some delicate tools with me. For an ambitious man, in the line to -which I have devoted myself, they are necessary and invaluable.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I set to work, and very soon, without injuring the lock in -the least, the desk is open. There are papers in it, but no copy of a marriage -certificate. Agnold said it would be most likely in a secret drawer, but no -secret drawer could I discover.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I was so much engrossed in the examination I was making that -I did not hear the door opened. But open it was, and the shadow of a man fell -upon me. Sophy's eyes were closed. She was tired. I looked up. A stranger stood -before me."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_51" href="#div1Ref_51">CHAPTER LI.</a></h4> - -<h5>SOPHY MAKES A STRANGE STATEMENT.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"I had never seen Dr. Peterssen, and I imagined it was he who -had so unexpectedly presented himself. In that case I was in a quandary. The -desk had been stolen from Dr. Peterssen's house, and the clever little thief was -dozing in the room. I was implicated in the theft, and had forced the lock with -burglar's tools. Without counting the cost we had taken the law into our own -hands--usurped its functions, so to speak. Bringing such a man as Dr. Peterssen -to book might prove an awkward fix for us. However, I determined to brazen it -out.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The desk being open, the wood of which it was made and the -silver with which it was inlaid were not so apparent as they would have been had -it been closed. The stranger's eyes did not rest upon it, but wandered to Sophy. -My gaze followed his, and I was surprised to observe that there was no sign of -recognition in his face. But he may be acting a part, I thought.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I soon discovered that all my conjectures were wrong.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Am I right in supposing that I am addressing Mr. Agnold?' he -asked. He spoke with a foreign accent.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No,' I said, 'my name is not Agnold.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Mr. Tucker, then?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You are right there.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Mr. Agnold mentioned your name in his letters to Mrs. -Braham,' said the stranger. 'Both you and Mr. Agnold are working in that lady's -interests. It is exceedingly kind of you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"I stared at him. This was not the language that Dr. Peterssen -would have used, and my first doubts being dispelled, I saw that my visitor was -a gentleman--which Dr. Peterssen is not. But who could he be? I thought it best -to hold my tongue; I wished to avoid compromising myself.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'I, also,' continued the stranger, 'am here in Mrs. Braham's -interests. My business admits of no delay. It is necessary that I should see Mr. -Agnold immediately.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'He is in London,' I said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"This information appeared to discompose him; but only for a -moment.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You represent Mr. Agnold?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes, I think I may say as much.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Thank you. I have a letter here addressed to him, but it is -in an open envelope, and as Mr. Agnold's representative there can be no -objection to your reading it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"I read the letter, and now in my turn I must have exhibited -some sign of discomposure. Without being able to recall its contents word for -word, I can sufficiently explain its nature. It was to the effect that the -gentleman who presented it, M. Bordier, was empowered by the lady we were -working for to join us, if he desired, or to take the affair entirely in his own -hands, and assume the direction of it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You are M. Bordier?' I said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"He bowed. 'I am M. Bordier. The position in which Mrs. Braham -and I stand to each other warrants my presence here at this untimely hour. It is -due to Mrs. Braham that I should say it was at my urgent request she has given -me authority to act for her. I am acquainted with all the circumstances of your -proceedings, so far as they have been disclosed in Mr. Agnold's letters.' Again -his eyes wandered to Sophy, and he moved a step or two toward her with a look of -sympathetic eagerness. 'Is that the young girl who was taken to Dr. Peterssen's -establishment as a patient?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Yes,' I replied.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Her task, then, is ended. She was in search of a desk. She -is a brave little girl, and shall be rewarded. A desk of cedar-wood, inlaid with -silver.' He turned suddenly to me, and approached the table. 'She has -succeeded,' he said, laying his hand upon the desk and raising the lid. 'Yes, it -is the desk. How did you open it? Did you have the key?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'No,' I said, with a guilty glance at the tools with which I -had picked the lock.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Ah, I see. There is a secret drawer in this desk, and you -have been seeking for it. Allow me. When I was a young man I had some knowledge -of this kind of thing, and was acquainted with the tricks employed by ingenious -makers to construct a receptacle in which important papers might be safely -concealed. This is no common piece of work, and the so-called drawer may be -merely a false panel, with little space behind, but sufficient for the purpose. -I will take the liberty of making use of your tools. This dumb shape of wood, -Mr. Tucker, may be the arbiter of the happiness of human lives, may be the means -of bringing a foul wrong to light.' While he spoke he was busy measuring the -thickness of the sides and back and every part of the desk, putting down figures -on paper to prove whether any space was not accounted for. He knew what he was -about, and I followed his movements with curiosity, learning something from them -which may be useful in the future. 'There is no actual drawer,' he continued; -'it must be a panel.' He completely emptied the desk of its papers, and then -began to sound the bottom and the sides, listening for signs of a hollow space. -'It is a clever piece of workmanship, but if there is a panel I will find it. I -would rather not destroy the desk, but I will do it before I give up the hunt, -if I do not succeed in a legitimate way. Ah, I have it! There is a panel. A man -might have this desk in his possession a lifetime and not suspect it. See, it -moves in a groove, and there is a paper behind.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sure enough, M. Bordier succeeded in sliding a panel in a -cunningly made groove, and in drawing forth a paper which had been carefully -folded and flattened and inserted in its hiding-place. There was an eager light -in his eyes, and his fingers trembled as he unfolded the paper and read what was -written thereon. A long sigh of satisfaction escaped him, and he murmured:</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Thank God! Poor lady, poor lady! But your sufferings are -ended now!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'M. Bordier,' I said, will you allow me to read the -document?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"He folded it up again, preserving its original creases, and -put it in his pocket.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Mr. Tucker,' he said, speaking with great politeness; but -this he had done all through; the document I have found relates to a private -matter of exceeding delicacy, and I cannot show it to you. It is, indeed, a -family secret, and none but those directly interested have a right to see it. -Thanks for your courtesy, and good-night.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Before I had time to remonstrate with him for his high-handed -proceeding he was gone. I was dumfounded. It is not often that I find myself -unable to act on the spur of the moment, but M. Bordier had deprived me of my -self-possession. In a moment or two, however, I recovered myself, and ran out of -the room after my visitor. I saw no signs of him. He had vanished. I made my way -immediately to the telegraph office, and sent Agnold a telegram--which brings me -back to the commencing words of this entry.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I returned to my room in the inn. Sophy was still dozing. I -began to be beset by doubts. What if the stranger who had introduced himself to -me as M. Bordier should turn out not to be M. Bordier, after all? What if the -letter he gave me to read from Mrs. Braham should be a forged letter? I am -greatly to blame. I deserve to have my head punched."</p> - -<p class="normal">By the time I came to the end of this strange story Sophy had -finished her supper, and now came nearer to us.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well, Bob," I said, "you have made a mess of it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Admitted," said Bob. "Take your share of the blame. You -should not have run away to London. Relieve my doubts. Was it, or was it not, M. -Bordier who came here?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was certainly M. Bordier," I replied. "The lady you call -Mrs. Braham gave him such a letter as you have described, and it is scarcely -possible any other person could have obtained possession of it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That is some satisfaction. All the same, I have behaved like -a fool. I ought not to have allowed him to escape me. I ought to have laid -violent hands on him, and detained him till your arrival."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You would not have succeeded, Bob. From the opinion I have -formed of him he would not have submitted, and you would have found yourself -worsted. If the document he discovered is what I hope it is, he has a better -right to it than you or I. And now, Sophy," I said, turning to the girl, "what -is this scare of yours which has taken all the blood out of your face?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Stop a bit," said Bob. "It is Sophy's desire that things -should be led up to. Let us lead up to this."</p> - -<p class="normal">Sophy nodded, and I said, "Go on, Bob."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well," said he, "I woke Sophy up when I got back here, and -told her it was best she should go to bed. Her room was ready for her, and she -was dead tired. She refused, and said she would wait up for you--I had told her -I had sent you a telegram to come down immediately. I would not let her wait up, -but insisted upon her going to bed. She gave in, and I took her to her room. -Imagine my surprise. An hour before your arrival she rushed into this room with -a face as white as a sheet, and fell down all of a heap into the corner there. I -thought she must have had a nightmare, but I could get nothing out of her. She -was too frightened to be left alone, and when I started to meet you at the -station she came with me. Tried to pump her on the road. Useless. Offers of -bribes thrown away. Not a word would she say of the cause of her fright. She -promises to be more communicative to you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Speak out, Sophy," I said. "I have no secrets from Mr. -Tucker, and he must hear what you have to tell."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You'll never believe me," said Sophy, in a low, fear-stricken -tone, "but if it's the last I ever speak it's the truth, and the 'ole truth, and -nothink but the truth. I sor it as plain as I see you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Saw what?" I asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The ghost of Mr. Felix," she replied.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_52" href="#div1Ref_52">CHAPTER LII.</a></h4> - -<h5>THE GHOST OF M. FELIX.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">She put her hand on my arm as if for protection as she uttered -these words, and I took it in mine to reassure her; it was cold as ice. It was -clear that she had received a shock, and I was disposed to ascribe it to the -strain she had undergone during the past fortnight. But this view was shaken -when I thought of her courage and daring.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What did I tell you?" said Bob, sticking to his guns. -"Nightmare."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's somethink yer must be in bed to 'ave, ain't it?" said -Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," said Bob, "and asleep."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I wasn't neither," said Sophy; "I was as wide-awake as you -are."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, you didn't go to bed when I put you in your room?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, I didn't. I waited a minute or two, and then I went out."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What made you do that, Sophy?" I asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I don't know, 'xcep' that I wanted to go to the -mad'ouse--outside, yer know--to see if they'd found out about the desk."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was a dangerous thing to do," I said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well, I didn't do it. I 'adn't got 'arf way there when a -sperrit crep' past me. I told Aunty I didn't believe in sperrits, but I do now. -I didn't think it was a sperrit at fust, I thought it was a man; and I sed to -myself, If you can creep, so can I,' and I crep' after it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But why, Sophy?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I don't know why. I did it 'cause somethink made me. All at -once it stopped and turned, and the moon lit up its face. It was the ghost of -Mr. Felix."</p> - -<p class="normal">She was speaking more quietly now, and there was a note of -conviction in her voice that startled me.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is that what you call a nightmare?" she asked of Bob, whose -eyes were fixed intently upon her.</p> - -<p class="normal">"No," he replied, "but you were mistaken. It was only a -fancied resemblance."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It wasn't nothink of the sort, and I wasn't mistook. I'm -ready to take my dying oath on it. There ain't two Mr. Felixes, there's only -one, and it was 'is ghost I sor."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What did you do, Sophy?" I inquired.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I stood like a stone, and couldn't move. But when it looked -at me, and when I 'eered its voice, and when I sor it moving up to me, I give a -scream, and run away. But I fell down over the stump of a tree, and it caught -'old of me and lifted me up. Then it wrenched my face to the light, and poked -it's 'ead for'ard, and I sor clearer than ever that it was Mr. Felix's ghost. I -don't know 'ow I managed it, but I twisted myself away, and run as I'd never run -in my life before till I got 'ere."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is that all, Sophy?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's all I can tell yer. Ain't it enough?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"If there is any truth in it, my girl, it is more than enough? -You cannot say whether it followed you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, I never look behind. It was more than I dared do."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You heard it speak, you say. What words did it utter?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It said, 'What the devil!'"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nothing more?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nothink as I 'eerd."</p> - -<p class="normal">She had told all she knew, and it was useless to question her -farther upon the subject, so I put it aside for a moment, with the intention of -talking it over with Bob when we were alone. But I had not yet done with Sophy; -before I parted with her for the night I was desirous of obtaining fuller -information of Dr. Peterssen's establishment than she had given Bob. She was -perfectly willing to tell everything she knew, and seemed to be relieved to have -her attention turned to other matters.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You had the run of Dr. Peterssen's house, Sophy?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, I 'ad."</p> - -<p class="normal">"How many servants are there in it?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Only one--the keeper."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What is his name?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Crawley."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Did no woman come to do the cleaning or cooking?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nobody come. Crawley did everythink."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You were not ill-treated?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, no."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Did you have your meals alone?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No; the three of us 'ad 'em together."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The three of you. Dr. Peterssen, Crawley, and you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No; Dr. Peterssen never 'ad nothink with us. I mean the other -patient."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But there was more than one?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"There wasn't while I was there. There was only one."</p> - -<p class="normal">I turned to Bob. "You said there were children, Bob?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"So I was informed, but I may have been misled."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I 'eerd Crawley say the young 'uns were took away the day -before I come," said Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"That explains it. So there was only one patient left?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Only one."</p> - -<p class="normal">"A man?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"A gentleman."</p> - -<p class="normal">"How did you find out he was a gentleman?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yer can't be mistook between a man and a gent. You're a gent; -Mr. Tucker's another."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Much obliged, Sophy," said Bob.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What is the name of the gentleman patient, Sophy?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"He didn't 'ave none that I know of. I 'eered the -greengrocer's boy say to Crawley once, 'Ow's Number One, Mr. Crawley?' That's -how I got to know 'ow he was called, and what the keeper's name was. I couldn't -arks nothink, of course, 'cause I was deaf and dumb. 'Same as ever,' said -Crawley to the boy, 'mem'ry quite gone.'"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Poor fellow! There is no doubt, I suppose, about his being -mad?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I don't know about that. He never did nothink, and 'ardly -ever spoke a word. But he was very kind to me, and I was very sorry for 'im. -He'd put 'is 'and on my 'ead, and smooth my 'air, and look at me pitiful like, -with tears in 'is eyes which made 'em come into mine."</p> - -<p class="normal">"A case of melancholia, Bob," I said. Bob nodded. "Was no -effort made, Sophy, to bring his memory back to him?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nobody did nothink; he was let alone, the same as I was. I -did want 'ard to talk to 'im, but I didn't dare open my lips, or I should have -been found out. I do wish somethink could be done for 'im, that I do. Look 'ere, -you're rich, ain't you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not exactly rich, Sophy, but I am not poor."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well, then. Crawley's to be bought."</p> - -<p class="normal">"How do you know that?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I 'eerd Crawley say to 'isself, 'If I 'ad a 'underd pound I'd -cut the cussed concern, and go to Amerikey.'"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Ah! We'll think over it. A hundred pounds is a large sum. -It's late, Sophy. I've nothing more to ask you to-night. Get to bed, like a good -girl."</p> - -<p class="normal">But Sophy began to tremble again; her thoughts reverted to M. -Felix.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I daren't go to the room Mr. Tucker took me to; Mr. Felix's -ghost'd come agin. Let me sleep 'ere, please."</p> - -<p class="normal">"There's no bed, my girl. I tell you what you shall do. There -are two beds in the next room--see, this door opens into it--which Mr. Tucker -and I were to occupy. We'll bring a mattress and some bedclothes in here, and -we'll manage for the night; I'll lie on the sofa. You shall sleep in there, -where no ghost can get to you. It would have to come through this room first."</p> - -<p class="normal">Sophy busied herself at once in bringing the mattress and -bedclothes from the adjoining room, and after extemporizing a couple of beds for -Bob and me wished us a grateful good-night.</p> - -<p class="normal">Bob and I were alone. "Now, Bob," said I, "what do you think -of her story?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"There's more in it than meets the eye," said Bob. "Agnold, if -any other person had related it I should set it down to an overwrought mind. But -Sophy is an exceptional being; she is sharp, she is clever, she is brave, she is -clear-witted. Naturally it is a puzzling affair, and I think it is worth arguing -out."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Let us do so, Bob," I said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is always a mistake," said Bob, "in matters of conjecture, -to pin one's self to a fixed point. This mistake, in my opinion, has been -committed in all inquiries relating to the mystery of M. Felix. Having accepted -a certain conclusion every person privately or professionally interested in the -mystery started from that fixed point and branched out in all directions, north, -east, south, and west, utterly ignoring the possibility--in this case I should -say the probability--of the conclusion they accepted being a false one, as -misleading as a will-o'-the-wisp."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Am I included in this sweeping condemnation?" I asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are. The police I can excuse, but not a man of your -discrimination and logical power."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What fixed point, Bob, did I, in common with everyone else, -start from in wild directions?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"The fixed point," replied Bob, "that M. Felix is dead."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But he was proved to be dead."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nothing of the sort. There was no post-mortem, there was not -even an inquest. He is said to have died of heart disease. He lies inanimate on -a bed for an inconsiderable number of hours, and then he disappears. My dear -Agnold, have you ever heard of such a thing as suspended animation?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Of course I have."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Have you ever heard of a person falling into a trance, and -remaining to all appearance dead for three or four times as many hours as M. -Felix lay before he disappeared? People have been buried alive in such -conditions; others have been happily rescued at the moment the lids of their -coffins have been about to be nailed down. I can furnish you with scores of -instances of this kind of thing."</p> - -<p class="normal">"There is no need; I know that they have occurred. Your theory -opens out a wide field of possibilities. Then you believe that Sophy was right; -that she did see, not M. Felix's ghost as she supposed, but M. Felix himself in -the flesh?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is my belief. Sophy is no fool; she has the nerve of a -strong and healthy man; she does not believe in the supernatural; she has a -heart susceptible of such kindness as you have shown her, but she is at the same -time practical and hard-headed. Agnold, M. Felix is alive."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do you argue that he simulated death in the first instance -for the purpose of carrying out some plan?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No. His apparent death was not a trick devised by himself. He -had a seizure undoubtedly, to which he was compelled to succumb. After a time he -recovered, and for his own ends resolved to take advantage of the opportunity to -disappear, whether permanently or not I cannot say. He had a perfect right to do -as he pleased with his own body, and he had good reasons for the device. He was -threatened on two sides. Choosing for certain motives to drop his proper name of -Leonard Paget and to adopt that of M. Felix, he finds himself suddenly standing -on a rock with a precipice yawning on each side of him. A bold movement on the -part of his sister-in-law hurls him into one; a desperate movement on the part -of Dr. Peterssen hurls him over the other--either way, destruction. Of the -special power which Dr. Peterssen holds over him I am ignorant, but it must be -very potent. We are acquainted, however, with the power his sister-in-law holds -over him. Her marriage proved, his life has been one long fraud, and he could be -made to pay the penalty. Her unexpected presence in London confounds him, and he -sees before him but one means of escape--flight. On the night of his supposed -death he has had two agitating interviews, one with Dr. Peterssen, the other -with his sister-in-law. She, waiting in the street to obtain an interview with -M. Felix, overhears words which unmistakably prove that Peterssen has him at his -mercy. Peterssen threatens to ruin M. Felix; he refers to a pleasant partnership -in Switzerland nineteen years ago; he asks M. Felix if he has forgotten his -brother Gerald. Then he goes into the house with this precious Felix, and when -he issues from it he has in his possession the desk which is now on the table -before us. After that, the lady in whose behalf we have been working obtains -admission to the house and confronts the villain who has ruined her happiness. -We know what passed between them; we know that M. Felix was worked up to -desperation. The excitement was too much for the plausible scoundrel, who saw -the sword about to fall upon him. He staggers into his bedroom with the -undoubted intention of getting his revolver; he presses his hand to his heart; -he sinks into a chair and becomes insensible. He is to all appearance dead, and -is so pronounced. On the following night when he recovers his senses, he hails -the mishap as a fortunate chance; he resolves to disappear, and so put his -enemies off the scent. Now, follow me. Sophy is below in bed. She hears a noise -in the upper part of the house; the brave girl creeps up-stairs from the -basement as M. Felix creeps down-stairs from his apartments. He dare not betray -himself. He seizes her, disguises his voice, and works upon her fears. Exit M. -Felix; for as long or as short a time as he pleases, he is dead to the world. It -is a wonder he does not take his revolver with him, but that is an oversight. In -such a crisis one cannot think of everything. It may happen--for there is work -for us to do, Agnold--that this oversight will work in our favor. I do not -despair of tracing the revolver, and you did a good stroke when you wrote down -such a description of the weapon as will enable you to identify it. There is no -room for doubt that the man who presented himself to Mrs. Middlemore as a police -official, and who sent her on a false errand to Bow Street Police Station, was -Peterssen. Alone in M. Felix's room he appropriates the revolver; other things -as well, perhaps; but of the revolver we are morally convinced. What is his -object in going there? I will tell you. He has doubts of M. Felix's death; he -believes it to be a trick, and he thinks he may find something in M. Felix's -room which will put him on the track of the man who had slipped out of his -power. Reasoning the mystery out in this open way is very satisfactory, Agnold. -Mists disappear; we see the light. How does it strike you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"You have convinced me, Bob," I said. "We will pursue the -matter a little further. M. Felix is a man who is fond of pleasures which can be -purchased only with money. Do you think he would voluntarily deprive himself of -the means of obtaining it--for this is what his disappearance would lead him to, -so long as he chose to conceal himself.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not at all likely," replied Bob, with a knowing look. "I can -enlighten you on the point. It happens that I am acquainted with the manager of -the branch bank at which M. Felix kept an account. After you had enlisted me in -the present cause I became interested in everything concerning M. Felix, and in -a confidential conversation with the bank manager I asked him whether M. Felix -had a large balance standing to his credit. I learnt that he never had a large -balance at the bank, and that he had certain bonds and shares of which he -himself was the custodian. Ordinarily one entrusts such securities to the safe -custody of the bank which transacts his business, but it was not so with M. -Felix, and this fact leads to the presumption that it was his habit to keep -himself personally possessed of negotiable property in preference to entrusting -it to other keeping. From time to time checks from stock-brokers were paid in to -the credit of M. Felix. In every instance the money was not allowed to lie in -the bank for longer than a day or two. M. Felix invariably drew his own check -for something near the amount of the last deposit, receiving payment in gold and -bank notes. Two days before his supposed death a check for six thousand pounds -odd was paid in to his credit, and on the following morning he went to the bank -and drew out six thousand pounds in notes of various denominations, the numbers -of which of course are known. Thus, unless he paid this money away, which is not -at all likely, he must have been in possession of it when he disappeared. I am -of the opinion that he had much more than the amount I have named, and if so he -was well provided for. The peculiar position in which he stood would predispose -him to keep always by him a large available sum of money in case of some -emergency arising; an emergency did arise, and he could snap his fingers at the -world, so far as money was concerned."</p> - -<p class="normal">"This is a piece of valuable information, Bob. Do you know if -any of these last bank notes have been presented for payment?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I do not. There was nothing to call for special investigation -into the matter."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But the notes can be traced."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Perhaps. The habit of a man to keep large sums by him is -generally of long standing, and Peterssen was probably acquainted with M. -Felix's peculiarity in this respect. The visit he paid to Mrs. Middlemore and -the plan he carried into effect for being left alone in the house may have been -inspired by the hope that he would discover one of M. Felix's hiding-places for -his money. I conclude that he was disappointed; on the night of M. Felix's -disappearance he left no money behind him. Too old a bird for that."</p> - -<p class="normal">The earnestness with which Bob had set forth his views had -caused him to forget his cultivated method of speaking in short sentences. Now -he relapsed into it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Adopting your theory," I said, "that M. Felix is living, do -you think that he and Dr. Peterssen have met?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Should say not. To-night--when Sophy saw his ghost--was -probably on his way to Tylney House. For what purpose, to us unknown."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Bob, you said there was work for us to do. I confess myself -at a loss how to proceed. M. Bordier's visit to you and his appropriation of the -document hidden in the secret drawer have snapped the threads of my plans. Have -you anything to suggest?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have. Early to-morrow morning endeavor to find M. Bordier. -Then consult with him."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You do not propose that we should leave this spot at once?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No. If M. Bordier not in the village do something else before -leaving. Pay a bold visit to Tylney House."</p> - -<p class="normal">"For what purpose?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Confront Peterssen. Ascertain if M. Felix has been there."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Psha! We can get nothing of Peterssen."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not so sure. He is hard up. Offer of a good reward too -tempting a bait not to nibble at."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Why, Bob, those are very nearly the words M. Bordier used to -Emilia, and your scheme is the same as that which he suggested."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Proves it a good one. M. Bordier a wealthy man, I judge?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"He is."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Wouldn't mind expending money to bring matter to a -satisfactory conclusion?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"He has said as much."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Word to be depended upon?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Thoroughly."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Depend upon him, then, for the needful. Peterssen will bite."</p> - -<p class="normal">"And if he does not?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Crawley, the keeper. Remember what Sophy overheard him say. -If he had a hundred pounds he would cut the cursed concern, and go to America. -Emphatic--and doubtless true. Two birds to shoot at. Peterssen missed, Crawley -remains. Aim well, bring him down."</p> - -<p class="normal">"To-morrow morning, early, we will resume work, Bob."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The earlier the better. Good-night."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_53" href="#div1Ref_53">CHAPTER LIII.</a></h4> - -<h5>THE PORTRAIT OF GERALD PAGET.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">At nine o'clock next morning Bob, Sophy, and I breakfasted -together. Sophy's fears were abated, although she had not quite got over her -fright. During breakfast I succeeded in dispelling it completely by imparting to -her, in confidence, the opinion we had formed that M. Felix was alive, and that -it was his veritable self, and not his ghost, she had seen on the previous -night. She listened with her mouth and eyes wide open.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You heard him speak, Sophy?" She nodded. "Ghosts can't speak. -He caught hold of you; he lifted you up; you felt his touch?" She nodded again. -"Ghosts can't touch; they can't make you feel them; they are made of air, Sophy; -you can walk right through them. Be easy in your mind. If it <i>was</i> M. Felix -you saw"--she nodded again two or three times--"then he is alive, and we intend -to hunt him down."</p> - -<p class="normal">I gave her time to revolve the matter over in her mind, and -conversed with Bob while she went through the process.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Crikey!" she exclaimed presently. "What a game it is! Then it -must 'ave been 'im as scared me in the night when I left aunty asleep in the -kitchen. I never could make out 'ow it was he knew 'is way about in the dark as -he did. He's a deep 'un, he is, and no mistake. Well, of all the moves! But what -did he do it for?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It would take too long to explain," I said, "and then you -might not understand. We are going out soon, and you may as well come with us. -It would not be safe, perhaps, to leave you here alone."</p> - -<p class="normal">Bob and I had debated the advisability of sending Sophy back -to London, and had agreed to keep her with us, at least for a time, as there was -a likelihood of her being useful.</p> - -<p class="normal">Our first task when we sallied forth was to endeavor to obtain -some information of M. Bordier, but in this we were unsuccessful. Not a person -of whom we inquired could give us the slightest satisfaction, and we were -reluctantly compelled to abandon our quest. I discussed with Bob whether I -should write an account of what had occurred to Emilia, and we decided I should -not do so.</p> - -<p class="normal">It would take too long to give her a description of all -circumstances, and anything short of a full description would only agitate her. -Then, in all probability, M. Bordier had returned to London, and had seen her. I -dispatched a telegram to her, to the effect that if she had anything of -importance to communicate to us she had better do so by telegraph. This done we -walked to Tylney House. Our search for M. Bordier had occupied us three or four -hours, and when we reached the gloomy-looking building it was two o'clock. To -our surprise, the gate was open. Without hesitation we entered the grounds, and -there we saw a van, and three men piling furniture on it. This furniture was of -the commonest kind, and the men appeared to be in a hurry. We looked at each -other in amazement. What did it all mean?</p> - -<p class="normal">"A break-up, I should say," suggested Bob. "Peterssen giving -up business."</p> - -<p class="normal">"There's Crawley, the keeper," whispered Sophy, pulling my -coat.</p> - -<p class="normal">The man had lounged from the house, and was regarding the -removal of the furniture with dissatisfaction. Bob stepped to his side and we -followed.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Hallo, Maria," said Crawley; "you've been up to some fine -tricks, you have. But I'm hanged if I can make head or tail of it." Bob motioned -to Sophy not to speak. "Have you two gentlemen come on business?" continued -Crawley. "Well, you've come too late. The brokers are in, and we're sold up."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Then we cannot see Dr. Peterssen," I said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, you can't," replied Crawley. "He's gone for good."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I owe you," said Bob, in a bland voice, "ten shillings. -Here's the money. Do you want to earn a ten-pound note, which might swell into -fifty? There's a gentleman friend of ours who would stand that, and more -perhaps, for services rendered."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What kind of services?" inquired Crawley, pocketing the ten -shillings.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Information. Truthful and accurate information. The ten pound -note sure. That much we guarantee, and wouldn't mind giving half on account. The -fifty-pound almost as sure. Here, let me speak to you aside."</p> - -<p class="normal">They walked a little way from us, and I did not interrupt -their conversation, which lasted some twenty minutes. At the end of that time -Bob left Crawley to say a few words to me.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Go back to the inn," he said, "you and Sophy, and wait for -me. Will join you there in an hour or so. Crawley and I going to have a drink."</p> - -<p class="normal">I obeyed him without wasting time in asking questions, and -Sophy and I returned to the inn. It was a disappointment that a telegram from -Emilia had not arrived. But before Bob made his appearance an incident occurred -which profoundly agitated me. I was sitting at the table, making, as was usual -with me, a record of what had happened, in the doing of which I had occasion to -take some papers from my pockets. Among these papers which I placed on the table -was the photograph of Gerald Paget which I had found in M. Felix's room, his -name being written on the back. While I wrote, Sophy remained quiet. The girl -has a discretion; she knows when to speak and when to hold her tongue. My -writing done I took up the papers to put them in my pocket, and in doing so the -photograph dropped to the ground. Sophy stooped and picked it up, and was about -to give it to me, when her eyes fell on it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Well, I never!" she exclaimed. "If it ain't the pickcher of -Number One!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"What?" I cried.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is," she said, looking at it with absolute tenderness. -"It's the image of 'im, though he's older now than when it was took; but it's -'is face as clear as clear can be."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sophy," I said, rising in my excitement, "are you mad? Do you -know what you are saying?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Course I do. It's Number One I tell yer. I'll take my Bible -oath on it!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"You must be dreaming," I said. "This is the portrait of a -gentleman who died many years ago."</p> - -<p class="normal">"If he's dead," she persisted, "he's come to life agin, like -Mr. Felix. It's Number One's pickcher, and nobody else's."</p> - -<p class="normal">She was so positive that I was confounded by the possibilities -her statement opened up, supposing her not to be mistaken. Nothing that I said -could shake her conviction.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I know 'is face as well as I know your'n," she said. "I can't -be mistook. It's the pickcher of Number One."</p> - -<p class="normal">At this juncture Bob entered the room. Anxious as I was to -hear his news I first explained the incident to him, and it was an additional -surprise to me when he ranged himself on Sophy's side.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I accept everything," he said. "No villainy too monstrous for -Peterssen. Corroborative evidence handy. Crawley!"</p> - -<p class="normal">The man was outside in the passage, and at the summons he came -in.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Know this portrait?" asked Bob, handing it to him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Of course I do. It's Number One. How did you get hold of it?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Never mind. Are you positive it is his portrait?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'll swear to it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That will do. Go and get something to eat, and be ready when -I call you. Mind, no drinking."</p> - -<p class="normal">Crawley gone, Bob turned his attention to me.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Before I tell you arrangements entered into with Crawley, -finish about this picture. Sophy says, portrait of Number One. Crawley will -swear it. I believe it--name of Gerald Paget back of picture. -Deduction--portrait of Gerald Paget. Further deduction--Number One and Gerald -Paget same person. Startling--but Peterssen and M. Felix, damned scoundrels, -pair of them. No villainy too monstrous for them. In circumstance of Number One -and Gerald Paget being same person, his solution of Peterssen's power over M. -Felix. What does lady we are working for overhear? Overhears Peterssen threaten -to ruin M. Felix; overhears him refer to a pleasant partnership in Switzerland -nineteen years ago. Overhears him ask M. Felix if he has forgotten his brother -Gerald. Not idle words. On the contrary, deeply, darkly significant. To my mind, -quite clear--and convincing. Splendid links of circumstantial evidence. Gerald -Paget alive instead of dead, additional reason for M. Felix's disappearance. -Threatened not on two sides, but on three. Peterssen--Gerald Paget--Gerald -Paget's wife. Desperate fix for M. Felix. Your opinion, Agnold?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Coincides with yours, Bob. Light is truly breaking in upon -this mystery."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Right you are. Now to explain Crawley. Have taken him in our -service--for one month, certain--thirty shillings a week. Matters brought to -satisfactory conclusion, promise of passage to America, with few pounds in his -pocket. No doubt M. Bordier will do what we wish, and indemnify us. If not, -won't ruin us. Agreed?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Agreed."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I come now to Peterssen and Tylney House. Briefly. Things -been going wrong for some time past. Peterssen in pecuniary difficulties. Dunned -on all sides for money owing. Tradesmen threaten to stop supplies. Last night, -Peterssen in frightful rage. Door of private room locked. Key missing. Door -forced open. Something stolen from room. Crawley doesn't know what. We do. -Sophy, otherwise Maria, nowhere to be found. Row between Peterssen and Crawley. -Peterssen accuses Crawley of treachery. Crawley calls him another. At midnight -Crawley hears bell ring. Peterssen answers it--admits visitor. Crawley doesn't -see him. Visitor sleeps there--is there this morning--but Crawley can't catch -sight of him. Keeps himself dark. Crawley sent on bogus errand. Occupies him -three hours. Returns to find visitor gone, Peterssen gone, Number One gone. Note -left for Crawley from his master. Concern burst up. In note, small sum for wages -due. Not half what is due. Crawley furious, but helpless. I have enlisted him. -He is to assist us to track Peterssen. That's all."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Bob," said I, "Peterssen must be hunted down and brought to -justice."</p> - -<p class="normal">"He must," said Bob, "and shall be."</p> - -<p class="normal">"There is some fresh villainy hatching," I said. "If possible -we must prevent it. You will stand by me?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"To the end," said Bob.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_54" href="#div1Ref_54">CHAPTER LIV.</a></h4> - -<h5>OBTAIN AN EXPLANATION FROM EMILIA.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">It was now between five and six o'clock, and we did not wait -for the night to pass before we commenced the task of hunting Dr. Peterssen -down. The immediate result, however, was unsatisfactory. Indefatigable as we -were we learnt nothing, and Crawley proved to be rather in our way than -otherwise. Dr. Peterssen's movements must have been cunningly made indeed to so -baffle us. We went to the railway station, but the station-master was positive -that three such men as we described had not taken tickets for any place during -the day. He could have identified Dr. Peterssen; of Peterssen's patient or of M. -Felix he had no knowledge.</p> - -<p class="normal">"There isn't much traffic here," he said, "and we know pretty -well who comes and goes."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But strangers sometimes pass through," I observed.</p> - -<p class="normal">"That goes without saying," he responded.</p> - -<p class="normal">"They might have travelled separately," suggested Bob.</p> - -<p class="normal">"They might," said the station-master.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is hardly likely," I said aside to Bob, "that this would -be the case. If Peterssen and M. Felix have come together again, Peterssen would -not lose sight of his villainous partner; and neither of them would lose sight -of the gentleman they have wronged."</p> - -<p class="normal">I consulted the time-table. There was no other direct train to -London that night, but a train passed through, without stopping, at 11.40. I -inquired of the station-master whether it was possible for the train to stop a -few seconds to take me up to London, and he answered that it could be managed. -Having arranged the matter with him I left the station, accompanied by Bob and -Sophy. Crawley lingered behind; he had a flask with him, out of which he took -frequent drinks. I had already arrived at the conclusion that he would be of -little assistance in tracking Dr. Peterssen, but as his evidence might be -valuable in the event of our hunting Peterssen down I thought it advisable to -keep him about us.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What is your idea?" asked Bob, as we walked from the station -to the inn.</p> - -<p class="normal">"If I do not receive a satisfactory letter or telegram from -London before eleven o'clock," I replied, "I shall go on to London to see -Emilia."</p> - -<p class="normal">"For what purpose?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"To gain some information of M. Bordier. Something may come of -it--I cannot say what; but to remain inactive would be fatal to our chances."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Peterssen has a good start of us," said Bob. "He has given us -check."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But not checkmate, Bob. I have hopes that it remains with us -to score the game."</p> - -<p class="normal">Neither telegram nor letter had arrived for me at the inn, and -a little after eleven I was at the station, awaiting the train. It was punctual -to time, and stopped just long enough to enable me to jump in. Then we whirled -on to London, which we reached at three o'clock in the morning. At such an hour -a visit to Emilia was out of the question, and I had perforce to bide till -morning. The delay gave me opportunity for a few hours' sleep, and at nine -o'clock I was in the presence of Emilia. Although she received me with signs of -perturbation I observed a change in her. Her eyes were brighter, and there was a -certain joyousness in her manner which I was glad to see.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You have had good news," I said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have," she replied, "the best of good news. But what brings -you again to London so unexpectedly, dear friend?"</p> - -<p class="normal">I thought of the secret in my possession which identified Dr. -Peterssen's patient, Number One, as Gerald Paget, whom she had mourned as dead -for nineteen years. But I did not dare to whisper it to her lest I should -inspire delusive hopes. The proof had yet to be established, and until that was -done it would be best and most merciful to preserve silence.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I come entirely upon your business," I said, "and I wish to -get back at once."</p> - -<p class="normal">"How good you are to me!" she murmured. "Never, never can I -repay you for all your kindness."</p> - -<p class="normal">"We will not speak of that. But you can give me some return -now. I think I may truly say that I deserve your confidence."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Indeed, indeed you do."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I sent you a telegram yesterday."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, I received it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I expected one from you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am sorry," she said, "but I had nothing to communicate, and -M. Bordier desired me neither to write nor telegraph to anyone till he saw me. I -was bound to obey him with so much at stake."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, I understand all that. He is aware that I am a reporter -on a newspaper, and he fears I shall make improper use of information. I cannot -blame him, but he is mistaken. Did not M. Bordier return to London yesterday?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No."</p> - -<p class="normal">"He gave you instructions, then, by letter."</p> - -<p class="normal">"By letter and telegrams."</p> - -<p class="normal">She took from her pocket a letter, and two telegrams in their -familiar buff-colored envelopes, and, after a little hesitation, handed me the -latter.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I cannot think I am doing wrong in letting you see them," she -said.</p> - -<p class="normal">The first telegram ran: "I have good news, the best of news. -Keep a good heart. Julian unites with me in love to you and Constance."</p> - -<p class="normal">"His son is with him?" I asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," she replied. "Poor Julian!"</p> - -<p class="normal">In my last interview with her, two days since, she had -referred to Julian Bordier in the same pitying tone. I had not then asked for an -explanation, and I had not time now. The moments were too precious to waste in -questions which did not bear immediately upon the matter in hand. I read the -second telegram: "We may be absent a day or two. Meanwhile send no letters or -telegrams to any person whatsoever. I particularly desire to avoid publicity of -any kind. To Mr. Agnold, who has so generously and kindly befriended you, I will -give a full explanation when we meet. Our united love."</p> - -<p class="normal">For a moment or two I was nettled, but I very soon got over -the small feeling. Had I been present when M. Bordier surprised Bob Tucker in -the inn and found the document in the secret drawer of the desk, he would -doubtless have taken me into his confidence. It was natural that he should look -upon Bob in a different light, for the probable reason that he supposed him to -be a professional detective.</p> - -<p class="normal">"M. Bordier," said Emilia, "repeats the injunction in his -letter. I could not but obey him."</p> - -<p class="normal">She read from the letter words to the same effect as the -second telegram.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You infer," I said, "from these communications that M. -Bordier places no obstacles in the way of your daughter's union with his son."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," she replied; "it is my happy belief. My heart is -lighter than it has been for months. I have endured what seemed to me an -eternity of sorrow, but that has passed, and Heaven's light is shining upon my -life."</p> - -<p class="normal">She was transfigured. There was indeed a heavenly light in her -eyes, and her manner was as that of one who had been raised from deepest woe to -supreme happiness.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I rejoice with you," I said, cordially. "Is it a breach of -confidence for me to ask from what part of the country M. Bordier has written to -you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"His letter bears no address," she said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Does he give you no information of what he has done and is -about to do?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"None."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nor of any discovery that has been made?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No."</p> - -<p class="normal">She looked at me wistfully; I took her hand. As to certain -matters there was on my part no motive for secrecy. Why should I withhold from -her even for an hour that which would strengthen the new-born hopes which -animated her? To a heart so sorely bruised as hers had been, to one who had -borne suffering so sweetly and patiently, it would be cruel to keep back the -least word of comfort, and I narrated to her all that had taken place between M. -Bordier and Bob. She was greatly excited when I told her of the recovery of the -desk, of M. Bordier's search for the secret drawer, and of his subsequent -discovery of the hidden document.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is the copy of the marriage certificate," she cried.</p> - -<p class="normal">"That is my impression, and now I can relieve your mind of -another discovery. It is our firm belief that the man who assumed the name of M. -Felix lives."</p> - -<p class="normal">I gave her our reasons for this belief, and made her -acquainted with Bob's theory of the seizure which threw M. Felix into a state of -unconsciousness and insensibility, and which was simply pronounced to be death. -She was profoundly agitated, and the grateful tears flowed down her face.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have been distracted by a horrible fear," she said, "that I -was the indirect cause of his death. Surely Heaven sent you to my aid on the -night we first met. Without you I should not have dared to move, and indeed -whatever steps I might have taken must have proved futile. Through you and your -friends, Dr. Peterssen is unmasked, and my honor established. How I long to -embrace that brave girl, Sophy! No reward can be too great for her, and M. -Bordier, I am sure will do all in his power to advance her. Dear friend, dear -friend! My words are weak--my heart is full."</p> - -<p class="normal">She pressed my hand and kissed it, and she promised to let me -know everything upon M. Bordier's return. I did not tell her why I was anxious -to return to the village with as little delay as possible, but I incidentally -showed her the photograph which I had found in M. Felix's rooms. Her tears -bedewed it, she kissed it again and again.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is my dear husband's portrait," she sobbed. "His name is -in his own handwriting. Dear Gerald! They would have had me believe you false. -Heaven forgive them for their treachery to you, to me!"</p> - -<p class="normal">She begged me to leave the picture with her, but I was -compelled to refuse; I needed it to track Dr. Peterssen and his patient. Of -course I kept my reasons to myself, and I promised her that I would only retain -the portrait a short time, and that it should soon be hers.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I do not exactly know," I said, "where I shall be during the -next few days; I may be travelling from place to place, but I shall continue to -telegraph to you wherever I am; in order that you may communicate with me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But why do you go away again?" she asked; "you have -discovered what you wished; nothing more remains to be done."</p> - -<p class="normal">If she but knew, I thought, how different would be her -desire--how she would urge me to fly, how she would implore, entreat, and urge -me on!</p> - -<p class="normal">"Much remains to be done," I said, "Dr. Peterssen must be -found; he must not be allowed to escape."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Leave him to Heaven's justice," she said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"That will overtake him; but man's justice shall also be meted -out to him. Would you leave Leonard Paget also in peace?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I would," she replied.</p> - -<p class="normal">"He has squandered your fortune, but there may be some small -portion left. It must be recovered; it will serve as your daughter's dowry."</p> - -<p class="normal">"She needs none. M. Bordier and Julian will be content to take -her as she is; and for me--has not happiness shone upon me in the darkest hour -of my life? Let both those men go their way."</p> - -<p class="normal">"No," I said, firmly, "my mission is not yet ended, and you, -if you knew all, would not seek to restrain me."</p> - -<p class="normal">She looked at me questioningly, and I accounted for my rash -remark by saying, "There are public as well as private duties, my dear madam, -and I should be false to my trust if I neglected the one for the other. I should -like to shake hands with your daughter before I go."</p> - -<p class="normal">She went from the room and returned with Constance, who -received me cordially. As they stood side by side, their lovely countenances -irradiated by thoughts of the bright future in store for them, I was glad to -know that I had had some small share in their better fortune.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is something to have done," I said to myself as I hastened -to the station, "to have assisted to bring joy to the hearts of two good women; -this in itself is ample reward. Then, old fellow, you have gained two earnest -and sincere friends. One of these fine days you shall go to Switzerland, and be -witness of the happiness to which you have contributed. And if you can restore -to the one a husband, to the other a father----"</p> - -<p class="normal">I rubbed my hands and stepped on gaily. The mystery of M. -Felix had engaged and engrossed me for a considerable time, but I was never more -interested in it than I was at the present moment. "I will not desist," thought -I, "till the end is reached. A bitter ending for the snarers, a sweet ending for -the snared."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_55" href="#div1Ref_55">CHAPTER LV.</a></h4> - -<h5>TREACHERY.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"News, Agnold!" cried Bob, when I joined him in the country.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Bravo!" I said, "out with it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Three men answering to the description of those we are -seeking were seen yesterday on the road to Monkshead."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Where is that?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Thirty-two miles from here, as the crow flies."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Who gave you the information?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Crawley. The fellow is of some use, after all."</p> - -<p class="normal">I was not so sure, but when I questioned Crawley he was so -precise and circumstantial in his account that I saw no valid reason to -discredit him. He had received the news from a teamster, he said, who had passed -the men on the road. Were they walking? Yes. How did the teamster know they were -going to Monkshead? They were on the high road. How far from Monkshead? About -ten miles.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have asked questions," said Crawley, "of every stranger who -has passed through the village, and this was the only one who could tell me -anything at all."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Did you describe Dr. Peterssen's appearance to him?" I asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, and he said it was something like another of the men."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Did you describe the third?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"How could I, when I never saw him?"</p> - -<p class="normal">I had put the last question as a test of Crawley's -truthfulness; if he had answered otherwise, the doubts I had of his veracity -would have been strengthened.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You believe he is speaking the truth, Bob?" I asked my -friend, Crawley being out of hearing.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What reason has he to tell lies?" asked Bob, in return.</p> - -<p class="normal">"To show that he is doing something toward earning his wages."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's cutting it rather fine," said Bob. "You are giving -Crawley credit for intellect; I think he is not overstocked in that respect. -Can't afford to throw away a chance, Agnold."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Certainly not, and this chance shall not be slighted. But we -will not risk everything upon the hazard. My plan is this. Crawley, Sophy, and I -will go to Monkshead on a voyage of discovery. You shall remain here to take -advantage of anything that may turn up. I will keep you posted as to our -movements; you will keep me posted as to yours. Blessings on the electric -telegraph. You will repeat all telegrams that arrive for me to such places as I -shall direct, retaining the originals in case of miscarriage. Do you agree to -all this?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I must," said Bob, "though I would rather go with you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"There would then be no one left in command here, and we -should be burning our ships."</p> - -<p class="normal">"All right. You are welcome to Crawley. Must you take Sophy?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I must. She is the only one in our party who is familiar with -M. Felix. If we hunt Peterssen down, M. Felix will most likely be with him, and -Sophy is at hand for the purpose of identification. Should I have reason to -believe we have struck the right trail, I will wire to you, and you can come on -to us. Say agreed, old fellow."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Agreed, old fellow."</p> - -<p class="normal">After that Bob and I were closeted together for an hour, -setting down all our arrangements in black and white; then I prepared to depart.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Good luck, Agnold," said the faithful Bob. "Send for me -soon."</p> - -<p class="normal">"As soon as I can. I want you to be in at the death."</p> - -<p class="normal">I spoke these words lightly, with no notion of their ominous -significance, and a carriage and pair having been got ready for us, Crawley, -Sophy, and I took our seats in it, and bowled along to Monkshead. We arrived -there at noon on the following day, and at the post-office I found two telegrams -sent by Bob, one from himself saying that stagnation was the order of things, -the other a copy of one forwarded from Emilia in London, in which she said that -she had not heard from M. Bordier, and expected that he was on his way to her. -The whole of the afternoon I was engaged in the attempt to discover whether any -persons answering to the description of Dr. Peterssen and his companions had -made any stay in Monkshead. I learnt nothing of a satisfactory nature, and, -thoroughly exhausted, I was discontentedly refreshing the inner man, Sophy -sitting at the same table with me, when Crawley, who had been out making -inquiries, came in with a man who looked like what he was--a tramp.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Here's a fellow," said Crawley, "who can tell us something."</p> - -<p class="normal">"If I'm paid for it," said the tramp.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You shall be paid for your trouble," I said, giving him a -shilling. "This is on account. You shall have another if your information is -satisfactory."</p> - -<p class="normal">"He has tramped from Deering," said Crawley, "and passed the -parties we are looking for."</p> - -<p class="normal">"How far off?" I asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"A matter of forty miles," replied the tramp.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Were they riding or walking?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Two was riding, one was walking."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What was the conveyance?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"What do you mean?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Were they riding in a carriage?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, in a cart; top of sack of hay."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What is the man who was walking like?"</p> - -<p class="normal">His description enabled me to recognize Dr. Peterssen; it -tallied with that given to me by Emilia, Bob, and Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"And the two men riding on the hay?" I asked. "Can't be so -sure of them," said the tramp; but his description warranted the belief that -they were Dr. Peterssen's patient and M. Felix. As to the latter I consulted -Sophy, and she said it was something like M. Felix.</p> - -<p class="normal">"How do you know," I inquired, "that these men were travelling -in company?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Cause two of 'em--one as was walking and the other as was -riding--was talking to one another."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Did you hear what they said?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, I didn't."</p> - -<p class="normal">He had nothing more to tell me, and he took his departure -after receiving his second shilling.</p> - -<p class="normal">I turned to Crawley and asked him how he had picked up the -tramp.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I was having half a pint at the Staff's Head," replied -Crawley, "when he came in. Seeing he was a tramp, stood him a pint, and asked -him where he'd come from. From Deering, he said. Then I asked him whether he'd -met anybody in particular on the road, and he said nobody; but when I spoke of -three men in company, and gave him an idea of what Dr. Peterssen was like, he -brightened up and told me what he told you. I thought you had better see him, so -I brought him along."</p> - -<p class="normal">I nodded and said we would start for Deering in the morning, -and Crawley went to the bar to refresh himself. Now, whether I was influenced by -my original latent suspicions of Crawley, or by the non-success I was meeting -with, one thing was certain. I was not entirely satisfied with Crawley, and my -dissatisfaction was not lessened by the fact that I could find no valid reasons -for mistrusting him. Later on it will be seen whether I was right or wrong in my -impressions, but, as will also presently be seen, the trail I was following up, -whether it were true or false, led to important results, the mere remembrance of -which will abide with me as long as I live.</p> - -<p class="normal">We did not reach Deering till late the next night. The -post-office was closed, and I could not obtain the telegrams which I had -directed Bob to forward till the morrow. As on the previous day, there were -two--one from Bob with no news, the other from Emilia expressing anxiety -regarding the continued silence and absence of M. Bordier. I myself considered -it strange, and I sympathized with Emilia's unexpressed fears that she had been -buoyed up by false hopes. Things altogether were looking gloomy; we seemed to be -drifting without a rudder, and my experiences in Deering tended still further to -discourage me. There were no traces of the men I was seeking, and after -dispatching letters and telegrams to Bob and Emilia, I seriously discussed with -myself the advisability of returning to London and awaiting news of M. Bordier. -Sophy broke in upon my cogitations.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I've found 'em out," she said, with a flushed face. "That -there Crawley is taking of us in, you see if he ain't. He's been telling a pack -of lies with 'is 'ay cart and 'is tramp. He's got 'old of another cove, and is -bringing of 'im 'ere. I 'eerd 'im telling the chap what to say to yer. I'm mum. -'Ere he is."</p> - -<p class="normal">Sure enough there entered Crawley with another tramp, who told -me a plausible story of having met Dr. Peterssen and his companions some thirty -miles off. The fellow played his part fairly well, and when I refused to give -him money, began to bully. I soon silenced him, however, by threatening to give -him into custody on a charge of conspiracy, and he slunk away without another -word, but with a secret sign to Crawley, which I detected. Crawley would have -followed him, but I had got between him and the door.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You miserable sneak," I said, "your game's at an end. So, -you've been coached by your scoundrelly employer, Peterssen, to deceive us, and -I was fool enough to be taken in by you. What have you to say about it?"</p> - -<p class="normal">He looked at me slyly, but did not speak.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are frightened that you may criminate yourself, but you -have done that already. I can prove that you have robbed us of money under false -pretences; I can prove that you have entered into a conspiracy against us. Do -you know the punishment for conspiracy? It is penal servitude, my friend. You -wince at that. Honesty would have served your interests better, my fine fellow. -Had you not behaved treacherously you would have been made for life. And now you -will find that you have fallen between two stools. You think that Dr. Peterssen -will reward you. You are mistaken. He has promised you a sum of money for -misleading us. You will not get a penny of it. You fool! Better for you to have -trusted straightforward gentlemen who had the means, and had the will, to richly -reward you, than a scoundrel like your master, who has used you as a tool. You -are to report the success of your treachery to him personally. Where? In London? -Go to him there, go to the address he gave you, and try and find him. As he has -rogued others, he has rogued you. Before you are many hours older, you will -learn that honesty would have been your best policy."</p> - -<p class="normal">The play of his features proved to me that all my shots were -faithful and had struck home. I gave him a parting one.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will put the police on your track. You are a marked man -from this day, and you and your master will have to answer in the criminal dock -for the crimes of which you are guilty."</p> - -<p class="normal">I had moved from the door, and he, seizing the opportunity, -darted through it and was gone.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Fine words!" I exclaimed. "Much good they will do!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Never mind," said faithful Sophy. "You gave it 'im 'ot, and -no mistake. You frightened 'im out of 'is life; he'll shy at every peeler he -meets."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It will not help us," I said, in a rueful tone. "We are at a -dead-lock."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Never say die," said Sophy, cheerfully. "That ain't a bit -like yer."</p> - -<p class="normal">Upon my word her encouragement put fresh life into me, and I -grew less despondent. Determined to leave Deering as quickly as possible, I went -to see about a trap, and here I met with another disappointment. I could not get -a trap till the following day.</p> - -<p class="normal">"We shall have to wait until to-morrow, Sophy," I said. "So -let us make ourselves comfortable. I wonder if there's a local newspaper about. -I will read you the news if there is; it will help to pass the time."</p> - -<p class="normal">Upon what slender foundations do momentous issues hang! A -pregnant proof of this truism was at hand. There was no newspaper printed at -Deering, but at Fleetdyke, the nearest place of importance, was published a -small daily sheet called the <i>Fleetdyke Herald</i>. The landlord at the inn at -which we put up did not take in the paper, but it happened that a traveller, -making pause there, had left behind him two copies of as recent date as -yesterday and the day before. These the landlord brought in to me, and I sat -down to entertain Sophy, who prepared herself for an hour of great enjoyment.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What things in a newspaper do you like best, Sophy?" I asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Perlice Courts," she replied, "when I gets the chance of -anybody reading 'em out--about once in a bloo moon, yer know."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Police Courts it shall be," I said. "I have a fancy for them -myself."</p> - -<p class="normal">So evidently had the Editor of the <i>Fleetdyke Herald</i>, -who seemed to make it a special feature of his paper to gather the police-court -news of a rather wide district around his locality as an attraction to his -subscribers. I had read aloud to Sophy four or five of the most entertaining -cases when I was startled by the heading, "Tampering with a registrar's book. -Strange case." I read the report under this heading rapidly to myself, and -Sophy, observing that something had startled me, sat in silence and did not -speak a word. The case was not concluded in the paper I was reading from. The -last line ran: "Adjourned till to-morrow for the production of an important -witness from London." I looked at the date of the newspaper--it was the day -before yesterday. The other paper which I had not yet taken up was of -yesterday's date, and I found in it the conclusion of the case. The first day's -report, with its pregnant heading, startled me, as I have said. The second day's -report startled me still more. By the merest accident my fingers were on the -pulse of the torture of Emilia's life. I ran down to the bar; the landlord stood -behind it, wiping some glasses.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is the village of Glasserton at a great distance from here?" -I asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, no," replied the landlord, "about eleven miles. You can -shorten it by two miles if you cut through Deering Woods."</p> - -<p class="normal">I glanced at the clock--half-past four. "It's a melancholy -walk through the woods," remarked the landlord, "but to be sure the moon will -rise at ten."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Can anyone show me the short cut?" I asked. "I wish -particularly to go to Glasserton to-night."</p> - -<p class="normal">"My daughter will put you in the way of it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Thank you. Ask her to get ready. I will give her half-a-crown -for her trouble."</p> - -<p class="normal">I called to Sophy, and asked her if she was ready fur a long -walk.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am ready for anything," she said, "along o' you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Ten miles there, and ten miles back, Sophy," I said, for it -was my intention to return to the inn that night.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'll walk all night if yer want me to."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Come along, then, my girl."</p> - -<p class="normal">I settled my account with the landlord before I left, and -then, accompanied by his daughter, a girl of fourteen, we walked to Deering -Woods.</p> - -<p class="normal">"There!" said she, "keep on this track and it will take you -right through the woods till you reach the road for Glasserton. When you come to -two tracks keep to the left."</p> - -<p class="normal">The directions she gave were clear, and I made her happy with -the promised half-a-crown.</p> - -<p class="normal">"How far do the woods extend?" I asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You'll have to walk six or seven miles," she replied, "before -you get out of 'em--and mind you take care of the cliffs. They're dangerous."</p> - -<p class="normal">"We shall see them, I suppose, before we come on them?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, you'll see 'em right enough, but nobody goes nearer to -'em than they can help."</p> - -<p class="normal">She stood looking after us till thick clusters of trees hid us -from her sight.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Step out, Sophy," I said, "we've got a long walk before us."</p> - -<p class="normal">An explanation of the motive for my sudden visit to Glasserton -will be found in the following extracts from the <i>Fleetdyke Herald</i>:</p> -<br> - -<h5>THE FIRST EXTRACT.</h5> - -<p class="normal">"<i>Tampering with a Register Book. Strange Case</i>.--M. -Bordier and his son, Julian Bordier, of Swiss extraction, were charged with -erasing a name, and writing another over it, from a marriage entry in the -register book of marriages in the parish of Glasserton. Mr. Hare, the registrar, -stated that the accused visited him yesterday afternoon, for the purpose, as -they said, of verifying a copy of a marriage certificate which they brought with -them. The marriage in question was solemnized over nineteen years ago, and, -according to the entry as it now stands, was between Gerald Paget and Emilia -Braham, The elder of the accused made the examination, and professed himself -satisfied. He then requested the registrar to step out of the office with him, -saying that he wished to make some private inquiries of him. The registrar -consented, and the two went outside for a few minutes, the questions which M. -Bordier asked relating to the witnesses to the marriage, Julian Bordier -meanwhile remaining alone in the office with, the register book. Mr. Hare, who -has been registrar for nine or ten months only, answered the questions to the -best of his ability, and then M. Bordier summoned his son from the office, and -the accused departed. In the evening Mr. Hare had occasion to consult the -register book, and as a matter of curiosity he referred to the entry which his -visitors in the afternoon had called to verify. To his astonishment he -discovered that the name of the bridegroom had been erased, and the name of -Gerald Paget written over the erasure. His suspicions fell immediately upon M. -Bordier and Julian Bordier, and learning that they had left the village, he -obtained a warrant for their arrest, and, with a policeman, started in pursuit. -The accused were greatly agitated when told to consider themselves under arrest, -and the elder of the two commenced an explanation, to which, however, Mr. Hare -and the constable refused to listen. He then begged to be permitted to write and -telegraph to London for legal and professional assistance which, he said, would -establish their innocence, and his request being granted, he wrote and -despatched both letters and telegrams. The registrar having finished his -evidence, the magistrate said the case was quite clear, and asked the accused -what they had to say in their defence. M. Bordier, who assumed the office of -spokesman, his son preserving a somewhat scornful silence, handed the magistrate -two telegrams he had received from London in reply to those he had despatched. -M. Bordier said that he refrained from putting any questions to the registrar, -giving as a reason that he was ignorant of the procedure in English Courts of -Justice. The magistrate, having read the telegrams, remarked that the names -attached to them were those of eminent and renowned gentlemen whose time must be -very valuable. As they promised to attend the court on the following morning and -were anxious to return on the same day the accused were therefore remanded till -to-morrow for the production of these important witnesses from London."</p> -<br> - -<h5>THE SECOND EXTRACT.</h5> - -<p class="normal"><i>Tampering with a Register Book. Strange and Important -Evidence.--Result</i>.--M. Bordier and his son, Julian Bordier, were brought up -on remand on the charge of altering a signature in a marriage entry in the -register book of the parish of Glasserton. Upon the case being called Mr. -Lawson, of the well-known firm of Lawson & Lawson, St. Helen's, London, who said -he appeared for the defence, asked that Mr. Shepherd, the eminent expert in -caligraphy, should be allowed to examine the register book, and the application -was granted. The clerk read the evidence given yesterday by Mr. Hare, the -registrar, who stated, in reply to a question from the magistrate, that he had -nothing to add to it. Mr. Lawson then proceeded to cross-examine the witness:</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You state that the register book was examined in your -presence?'--'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Was there any possibility of the signature being tampered -with while you were by?'--'It could not possibly have been done in my presence.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Was M. Bordier left alone in the office with the -book?'--'No.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'In point of fact, you did not lose sight of him during the -whole of the visit?'--'I did not.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Not even for a moment?'--'Not for one moment.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Then he could not have made the erasure or have written the -name over it?'--'He could not.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You do not accuse him?'--'Of actually committing the -offence, no. Of being an accessory, yes. He called me out of the office to give -his accomplice time to do what he wished.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'We shall see. Only M. Julian Bordier could possibly have -altered the entry?'--'Only him.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Lawson (to the Magistrate): 'This proves that M. Bordier -could not have made the erasure.'--Magistrate: 'Exactly.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Cross-examination resumed: 'It is not important to the case, -but are you familiar with the record of the marriage of Emilia Braham and Gerald -Paget, or between her and any other person?'--'No, I never had occasion to refer -to this particular entry.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Were M. Bordier and his son the only visitors you received -on that day who wished to verify an entry in the register book?'--'The only -visitors.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'After they left you did you leave your office?'--'For an -hour in the evening.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Before you discovered that the entry had been tampered -with?'--'Yes, before that.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Who was in charge of the premises while you were -away?'--'The servant, Jane Seebold.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'When you made the discovery of the erasure, did you ask Jane -Seebold if anyone had called in your absence?'--'I did not.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you at any time inform her that the book had been -tampered with?'--'I did not.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You jumped at the conclusion that the gentlemen you accuse -must be guilty?'--'There is no other conclusion.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'That will do. Call Mr. Shepherd.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Shepherd stepped into the witness-box.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Lawson: 'You are an expert in handwriting?'--'Witness: I -am; it is my profession.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You have given evidence in many celebrated cases?'--'I -have.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Magistrate: 'Mr. Shepherd's name and reputation are well -known.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Have you examined the entry of the marriage between Emilia -Braham and Gerald Paget?'--'I have.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'There is an undoubted erasure of the signature of the -bridegroom?'--'There is.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'The name, Gerald Paget, as it now appears, has been recently -written?'--'Quite recently, within the past week. The state of the ink in which -the name is freshly written proves it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You put a marked emphasis upon the words "freshly written." -Have you a reason for doing so?'--'I have. Upon a careful examination of the -entry I am of the firm opinion that the name erased is the same as the name -written above the erasure. The letters have been very cleverly traced.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Magistrate: 'That sounds very strange.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Lawson: 'It does; but it is a puzzle that may be solved. -Say that there is here a question of property which would fall to the Emilia -Braham who is married according to this entry. To become possessed of this -property, she must prove her marriage with Gerald Paget. Some one interested on -the other side gets hold of the register book, and erases the name of Gerald -Paget. What name shall be substituted in its place? What but that of Gerald -Paget? This opens up the suggestion that a friend of Emilia Braham (speaking of -her in her maiden name) has also paid a visit to the register, book, has erased -the bridegroom's name, and written in its place that of Paget, to prove the said -Emilia's marriage with him. A formidable suspicion is thrown upon her, and the -very entry upon which she relies is weighty evidence against her.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Magistrate: 'It is an ingenious theory, but I cannot see -that it has any bearing upon the present case.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Lawson: 'It has an indirect bearing. I have here a copy -of the marriage certificate, which I must ask you to compare with the entry in -the register book. You will see in the copy that the name is Gerald Paget, and -you cannot doubt that the copy is genuine."</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Magistrate: 'There can be little doubt of that. The state -of the paper is a proof.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Lawson: 'If the copy had been lost, it would have greatly -strengthened those whose interests are opposed to Mrs. Paget's. I have nothing -further to ask you, Mr. Shepherd. Call Jane Seebold.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Jane Seebold was shown into the witness-box.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Your name is Jane Seebold?'--'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You are in the service of Mr. Hare?'--'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Do you remember the day before yesterday?'--'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'In the evening Mr. Hare went out for an hour?'--'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Was the office in which the official books are kept -open?'--'Yes, it was, and I was sweeping it out.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did anybody call while you were so employed?'--'Yes, a -gentleman.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did he inquire for any one?'--'Yes, my master.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Well?'--'I told him he was out.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What did he say to that?'--'He said he would wait for him.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You allowed him to wait?'--'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'In the office?'--'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What did you do while he waited?'--'I had work in other -parts of the house, and I went and did it.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'For how long was the gentleman left alone in the -office?'--'Half an hour, perhaps.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Then you went in to him?'--'Yes, and he said he was going, -and he went.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Did you tell your master of the gentleman's visit when he -returned?'--'No, I didn't.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Why didn't you?' The witness hesitated. 'Why didn't you? -Remember that you are on your oath, and that if you prevaricate or speak falsely -you may get yourself into serious trouble. Why did you not tell your master of -the gentleman's visit?'--'Well, he gave me five shillings, and told me to say -nothing about it. I don't see that I've done any harm.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You can step down.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Magistrate: 'Stop a moment. Where were the official books -while the gentleman was in the office?'--'In their proper place--the desk.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Lawson: 'Was the desk locked?'--'The lock's been broke -all the time I've been in the place.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'So that all a person had to do to get hold of the books was -to lift the lid?'--'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Magistrate: 'Your conduct was very reprehensible.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The witness then left the box.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Lawson: 'We have brought the inquiry now to this point. -Supposing the erasure to have been made on the day in question, the commission -of the offence lies between M. Julian Bordier and the person who visited the -registrar's office in his absence.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Magistrate: 'Quite so. I think the registrar should keep -these important public books in a more secure place--in an iron safe.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Registrar: 'I am not supplied with one, your Worship, and -I cannot afford to buy one. My servant's evidence comes upon me as a surprise.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Magistrate: 'I repeat what I said. These official records -should be kept in safer custody. The authorities should provide proper -receptacles for them.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Lawson: 'I shall proceed now to prove that it is an utter -impossibility that M. Julian Bordier can be guilty of the offence with which he -and his father are charged. Call Mr. Wordsworth.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"This gentleman, whose name and fame are world-renowned, then -gave his evidence, which was short, conclusive, and surprising.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You are an oculist?'--'I am.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'You are attending M. Julian Bordier?'--'Yes.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Is that the gentleman?'--'That is the gentleman.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'What are you attending him for?'--'For his sight.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Could he the day before yesterday have erased a name from -the register book and written another name above it?'--'It is utterly -impossible.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Why?'--'Because he was blind. He is blind now; His eyes are -open, but he cannot see. It is against my express wish that he left London. If -he does not return immediately and abide by my instructions, I shall despair of -restoring his sight.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"M. Bordier: 'May I say a word?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Magistrate: 'Certainly.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"M. Bordier: 'I came to Glasserton to compare the copy of a -marriage certificate with the original entry. My son's happiness hung upon this -proof, and he insisted upon accompanying me. He would not be dissuaded, and -although I feared there was a risk, I yielded to his wish. When we were arrested -I endeavored to explain matters to the registrar and the officer, but they would -not listen to me. Ignorant of the methods of English courts of justice, I -thought it wisest to obtain counsel and assistance from London. That is all I -have to say.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Lawson: 'Is it necessary, your worship, for me to address -you?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Magistrate: 'No. The gentlemen are discharged, and I -regret that they have had to submit to this trial. I trust, Mr. Wordsworth, that -you will be able to cure M. Julian Bordier.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Mr. Wordsworth: 'If he will be guided by me, I hope to -restore his sight.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The parties then left the court."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_56" href="#div1Ref_56">CHAPTER LVI.</a></h4> - -<h5>NIGHT IN DEERING WOODS.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">I had a twofold object in going to Glasserton. In the first -place I wished to see for myself the original record of the marriage in the -register book; in the second place I wished to obtain from the registrar's -servant, Jane Seebold, a description of the visitor she allowed to remain in the -office while her master was absent from the house. It was evident that she had -no knowledge of the purpose of the visit which M. Bordier and his son Julian -paid to the registrar in the morning; and it was equally evident that the man -who bribed her to silence was the man who erased the signature. I had no doubt -that it was either M. Felix or Dr. Peterssen, who by this artful trick hoped to -pave the way to a doubt of the genuineness of Emilia's marriage with Gerald -Paget. The scoundrels had no idea that the copy of the marriage certificate had -been found, or that M. Bordier and his son were in the village on the same day -as themselves. All that they wished to do was to make some provision for a -possible contingency in the future. If, as was very likely, they read the case -in the newspaper, they must have been confounded by the conviction that they -were hoist with their own petard. Another thing, I was now satisfied that when I -left Bob I had started on a true trail, despite the knavish devices of Dr. -Peterssen's tool, Crawley.</p> - -<p class="normal">The walk through Deering Woods was a dreary one, but it would -have been much more dreary had it not been for Sophy, who was always -entertaining and original, and never more so than on the present occasion. I let -her partly into my confidence, and she was delighted to know that she had been -the direct means of throwing light on a cruel injustice. We trudged along side -by side, the most amicable and agreeable of companions.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It'll wake aunty tip when she 'ears everything," said Sophy. -"She'll think me good for something now."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You are the best and brightest little girl in my -acquaintance, Sophy," I said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I didn't take <i>you</i> in, did I?" she asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, indeed," I replied. "It was a lucky day for me when I -first met you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not so lucky for you as for me," she said. "I've got a silver -watch."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It will turn into a gold one by the time you're a woman."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Will it?" she exclaimed. "Shan't I be proud!"</p> - -<p class="normal">About half way through the woods I saw the cliffs of which the -landlord's daughter had warned me. In the dark they would have been dangerous -indeed to one unfamiliar with them. At some time or other there had been a great -landslip, which had opened up a chasm of great depth; in parts slight fences had -been put up, but there were spaces entirely unprotected, and I was thankful we -had been warned of the danger. It was half-past seven by my watch when we -reached Glasserton, and I had no difficulty in finding the registrar's house. He -was at home when I called, and did not receive me too cordially. He had been -upset by the trial, and it was with the greatest difficulty I succeeded in -obtaining a glance of the original entry of the marriage. It was only by bribery -and threats that I effected my purpose, and I had to use extreme persuasion to -induce him to grant me an interview with Jane Seebold. I elicited very little -from her in consequence of the state of confusion she was in, but I was -satisfied in my own mind that it was M. Felix who had tampered with the book. -From her imperfect description of the man I judged that he must in some way have -disguised himself for the purpose of the visit, and I was assisted to this -conclusion partly by the height of her visitor, who she said was not a tall man. -Dr. Peterssen was not less than six feet, and having to decide between him and -M. Felix I decided unhesitatingly in favor of the latter. The registrar had been -in Glasserton but three or four years, whereas Jane Seebold had been in it all -her life, and I learned from her that two of the three witnesses to the -marriage, the doctor and the old wagoner, had long been dead. At nine o'clock my -inquiries were ended, and Sophy and I started back for the inn.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Tired, Sophy?" I asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not a bit," she answered, cheerfully, "I could walk all -night."</p> - -<p class="normal">Still we did not get along so fast as in the early part of the -evening; it would have been cruel to take unfair advantage of Sophy's -indomitable spirit; the girl would have walked till she dropped, and I had some -consideration for her. Therefore it was that we did not reach the middle of -Deering Woods till past ten, by which time the moon had risen. When I was not -talking to Sophy my mind was occupied by the task upon which I had been engaged. -Since my first introduction to the Mystery of M. Felix a great deal had been -accomplished. The mystery has been practically solved, although the public were -not yet in possession of the facts. Emilia's agony was over, as I believed, for -my wildest dreams would not have compassed what was to occur during the next few -weeks; she had been fortunate in gaining a champion so noble and generous as M. -Bordier, and her daughter's happiness was assured. I could understand now her -anxiety as to M. Bordier's silence since his discovery of the copy of the -marriage certificate, and I divined his reason for it. With a horror of -publicity, and out of regard for her, he did not wish her to become acquainted -with his and his son's arrest until he himself informed her of it, and he -entertained a hope that the report of the case would not get into the London -papers. I also now understood her anxious references to M. Julian's state of -health; they bore upon his failing sight, to restore which he and his father had -come to London. The young man had been imprudent, but I trusted to Mr. -Wordsworth's assurances that he could make a cure of him if Julian would abide -by his instructions. I had no doubt, now that Emilia's good name was -established, that Julian would submit to the guidance of this eminent oculist, -whose heart was as kind as his skill was great.</p> - -<p class="normal">So far, all was well, but I was not satisfied; I could not -consider my task accomplished till I had brought Dr. Peterssen and M. Felix to -the bar of justice and restored to Emilia's arms the husband she believed she -had lost in Switzerland.</p> - -<p class="normal">Sophy broke in upon my musings.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is there a man in the moon?" she asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"They say so," I answered, lightly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I see 'is face," said Sophy, "as plain as plain can be."</p> - -<p class="normal">We were near the fallen cliffs as these words passed between -us, and before I had time to utter another my attention was arrested by the -sound of a shot.</p> - -<p class="normal">"What's that?" cried Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"A gun or pistol fired," I replied, "and not far off."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I don't mean the firing," said Sophy, "I mean the scream. -Didn't yer 'ear it?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, Sophy, no scream reached my ears."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It reached mine. I can 'ear anything, if it's in the next -street."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Was it after or before the shot?" I asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"About the same time, I think. They come both together."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Let us go and see what it is, if you're not afraid."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Me afraid," she said contemptuously, and she ran before me in -the direction from which the sounds had proceeded. We had not gone fifty yards -before we both stopped simultaneously, with an exclamation of horror on our -lips. On the ground before us lay the body of a man, pressing his hand to his -heart, from which the blood was flowing. He struggled into a sitting posture, -and was endeavoring to rise to his feet, when he fell back with a groan, and -moved no more.</p> - -<p class="normal">I rushed to his side and bent over him.</p> - -<p class="normal">"There has been murder done," I said. "He is dead."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," said Sophy in a low tone, as she stooped over the body. -"He's dead this time, and no mistake.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Dead this time!" I repeated in wonder.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Don't yer see who it is?" she asked. "It's Mr. Felix!"</p> - -<p class="normal">M. Felix! This, then, was the end of the ill-spent life. The -evil record was thus suddenly snapped, and the man who was supposed to have died -in Gerard Street, Soho, on the night of the 16th of January, lay dead before me -in the lonely Deering Woods, his last breath but just drawn.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Are you sure, Sophy?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Ain't <i>you</i> sure?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I cannot be. I never saw him in life."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I can't be mistook. It's Mr. Felix--but oh, ain't it orfle! -who could 'ave done it?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Who, Sophy? Who but his companion in crime, Dr. Peterssen?"</p> - -<p class="normal">At this moment, from an unseen hand behind, Sophy was struck -to the ground. Her scream of pain was frozen on her lips, and she lay prone -before me.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You infernal villain," I cried, and turned.</p> - -<p class="normal">The moon was shining brightly, and by its light I saw the form -of Dr. Peterssen. In his upraised hands he held a heavy stake. I strove to avoid -the blow, and received it on my arm. Before I could recover myself the stake was -raised again, and again it descended upon me, this time upon my head. The earth -swam round. Again I was struck with savage violence, and as I fell the last -thing I saw was the moon with a face in it which smiled upon me in the likeness -of Dr. Peterssen.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_57" href="#div1Ref_57">CHAPTER LVII.</a></h4> - -<h5>THE CAVERN IN THE CLIFF.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">I opened my eyes in darkness. How long I had remained -insensible I did not know, nor did I know where I was. All that I was conscious -of at first was a dull pain in my head, but presently I was sensible of other -facts. My hands were tied behind me, and my mouth was gagged, so that I could -only utter unintelligible moans. To my astonishment my moans were answered by -similar sounds at a short distance from me. Pain and suffering are selfish and -dominant qualities, and some few moments passed before I thought of my brave -Sophy. Then it occurred to me that the moans I heard proceeded from her, and -that she was in the same condition as myself. My immediate feeling was one of -thankfulness that she was alive. In vain did I strive to free my hands; in vain -did I strive to speak intelligible words; in vain did I strive to pierce the -black darkness in which we were enveloped. I did not know whether it was day or -night, and I shuddered to think of the fate in store for us. Soon I found myself -forgetting my own peril entirely, and dwelling only upon poor Sophy's. Bitterly -did I reproach myself for bringing her to this pass, for it was I, and I alone, -who was responsible for the doom which would surely overtake her. I had no doubt -that we were imprisoned here to die, and it was I who had sealed her fate.</p> - -<p class="normal">My thoughts did not flow steadily and uninterruptedly. Every -now and then I relapsed into unconsciousness, and when I revived it seemed to me -as if I took up quite naturally the thread of my reflections at the point at -which they were broken off. These intervals of insensibility may have been long -or short for all I knew. I was starving; I was parched; I would have given the -world for a drink of water; but I can say truthfully that if water had been -available for only one of us, I would have set my lips hard and given the relief -to my companion in misery. I have read of exquisite tortures inflicted upon -unfortunate people by barbarous nations--aye, and by some civilized nations as -well--but no tortures could have been keener than those I endured. Minutes were -like hours, hours like days. It was impossible under such conditions to keep -count of time.</p> - -<p class="normal">There were sounds of movement outside our prison house, if -house it was, sounds of scraping feet and falling stones. I strained my ears. -Nearer and nearer came these sounds, until they were within a few feet of me in -my rear, but I was so securely bound that I could not turn my head. One word was -spoken in the form of a question:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Alive?"</p> - -<p class="normal">The voice was that of Dr. Peterssen. I had never heard it, but -I would have staked my hopes of release upon the issue. Not by the faintest moan -did Sophy or I answer this ruthless question. A match was struck, a candle was -lighted, and Dr. Peterssen stood between us, holding the candle above his head: -With malicious significance he put the candle close to poor Sophy's face, then -close to mine, and waved his left hand as though he were introducing us to each -other. I gazed at Sophy, who was as little able to move as I was myself, and the -tears came into my eyes as I noted the absence of reproach in her observance of -me. Indeed, her expression was one of pity, and not for herself.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Touching, isn't it?" asked Dr. Peterssen, and then cried -savagely, "You pair of beauties! You reap what you have sown!"</p> - -<p class="normal">By the dim light I perceived that we were in a kind of cave, -the entrance to which was at the back of us, and I judged that the cavity was -low down one of the dangerous cliffs of which we had been warned. After his -attack upon us Dr. Peterssen must have carried us here and buried us alive, as -it were. I subsequently learned that my surmise was correct, and that I had hit -upon the exact method of our imprisonment.</p> - -<p class="normal">Dr. Peterssen stuck the candle, in a niche, and approached me.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Would you like to be free to speak?" he inquired. "If so, -move your head."</p> - -<p class="normal">I moved my head.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You will not shout?" he continued. "You will not cry for -help? Move your head again, and I accept it as your word of honor. You are a -gentleman, and would not forfeit it." There was a frightful scorn in his voice -when he referred to me as a gentleman.</p> - -<p class="normal">I moved my head again, and he took the gag from my mouth.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Raise your voice above its natural tone, and I cut this -beauty's fingers off."</p> - -<p class="normal">He took a clasp-knife from his pocket and opened the blade. It -was sharp, it was bright, and I knew he would keep his word.</p> - -<p class="normal">"A drink of water," I murmured.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I have it here. Drink." He held an uncorked bottle to my -lips.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not for me," I said. "For her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You will drink first," he said; "then she shall have her -turn. If you refuse neither of you shall touch it."</p> - -<p class="normal">I drank, and I saw that Sophy closed her eyes while I did so. -Nectar was never so sweet as that long draught, for he did not stint me. Then he -replaced the gag in my mouth, and removing Sophy's, went through the same -process with her.</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's jolly," said Sophy, faintly.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," said the scoundrel, "you will be very jolly by the time -I have done with you. Listen to me. You clever couple are as completely in my -power as if we were on a desert island. Not a human being is within miles of us. -To show you how little I care for your cries, I free both your tongues." Once -more he took the gag from my mouth. "Only if you speak too loudly, each shall -suffer for the other. I will cut you to pieces before each other's eyes if you -disobey me. So my clever little beauty, you came into my house as a dumb girl. <i> -Are</i> you dumb? Answer--quick!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No, I ain't," said Sophy; "you know that as well as I do."</p> - -<p class="normal">"But you played your part well--I will say that of you--and -went about like a sly mute, eyes and ears open, ready for treachery. If I had -suspected, you would never have got out alive. Answer my questions, and answer -them truthfully, if you do not wish to be tortured to death. Did you steal the -desk?" Sophy was silent; he laid the keen blade of the knife he held on her -face. "Answer!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Answer him, Sophy," I said, fearing for the child.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes," she said, "I did steal the desk."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Who set you on?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I did," I replied, quickly. "She is not to blame. Upon me -should fall the punishment, not upon her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It shall fall upon both of you, and upon your comrade who -brought her to me, if only I can lay hands on him. There was a secret in that -desk, was there not? Don't keep me waiting too long."</p> - -<p class="normal">"There was," I said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Did you find it?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not I, but another found it."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Your friend, and that sharp-witted gentleman from -Switzerland. A copy of a marriage certificate, was it not?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes."</p> - -<p class="normal">"To think," he said bitterly, "that that fool should have had -the desk in his possession all these years, and never discovered it? He is -rightly served. He can play no fool's tricks where he is now.</p> - -<p class="normal">"He is dead?" I said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"He is dead. I killed him, as I intend to kill you, only yours -will be a longer and more lingering death. Do you think my confession -injudicious? You are mistaken. You will never more see the light of day; you -will never more set eyes upon a human being but myself. You are here, in a tomb. -This is your grave. I can afford to be candid with you. Open speaking is a -luxury in which I can freely indulge. Here, eat." He fed us with hard dry bread, -and we both ate ravenously, he watching us the while with malignant eyes. "Am I -not a merciful jailer? But I don't want you to die just yet. You shall suffer -still more. Tell me why you have been hunting me down?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I was engaged in befriending a much-injured lady."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You had better have looked after your own business, and left -me to manage my own unmolested. A much-injured lady? Christian name, Emilia?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes. I cannot injure her by answering you truthfully. She has -powerful friends near her who are capable of protecting her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Doubtless. Something more was discovered through this little -witch here, was there not? Remember what I have threatened you with. The truth I -will have, if I have to cut it out of your heart. What more have you -discovered?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"To what do you refer?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I had a patient--I speak in the past tense, because I have -given up business--concerning whom you entertained some curiosity. You know who -that patient was. His name? Quick!" He touched Sophy's hand with the point of -his knife, and drew blood. She never winced.</p> - -<p class="normal">To save the poor girl, I answered, "Gerald Paget."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Good. These compelling measures are admirable. But do not -think you are telling me news. I can find my way through a maze as well as most -people. It is in my power to give <i>you</i> some interesting information. For -instance as to where this Gerald Paget is at the present moment."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You have not disposed of him, then," I ventured to say.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Oh, no. Another kind of death is in store for him. He is in -prison for the murder of a gentleman unknown to the law, but known to us as -Leonard Paget, to many others as M. Felix."</p> - -<p class="normal">I repressed the indignant words that rose to my lips. Dr. -Peterssen smiled and continued: "It is a remarkable complication. A man is found -dead in Deering Woods, shot through the heart. This man is Leonard Paget, alias -M. Felix. There is found upon his person nothing that can lead to his identity. -The murder is perpetrated at a distance from London, and no one suspects there -can be any connection between the murdered man and the M. Felix who so -mysteriously disappeared from the purlieus of Soho. The last whose suspicions -are likely to be roused are Emilia Paget--I am courteous enough, you see, to -call her by her right name--and her friends. Wrapped up in their own concerns, a -murder so remote has no interest for them. And murders are common. They occur -all over the country. The housekeeper who attended upon M. Felix would be able -to identify him, but what should bring her into this part of the world? So far, -you must acknowledge, I have managed fairly well, and if it had not been for -your meddling I should be safe. Curse you! But I am even with you now."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I do not expect you to answer me," I said, "but how is it -that the unfortunate gentleman whom you and your confederate have so sorely -oppressed has to answer for a crime which you perpetrated?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Why should I not answer you? What passes in this grave will -never be known, and I can afford to be magnanimous. The fool you pity was found -near the body, in possession of the pistol with which the deed was done. Give me -credit for that little manœuvre."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Does he not declare his innocence?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"He declares nothing. The small spark of reason which was left -to him is extinguished, and he utters no word. His silence, his vacant looks, -are proofs of guilt. They will make short work with him. He will be committed -for trial; the assizes are near, and he will be tried and condemned. No living -persons but ourselves can establish his innocence. If you were free you could -accomplish it, but you never will be free. Fret your heart out. It will be a -pleasure to me to witness your sufferings."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Retribution will fall upon you," I said. "Your presence here -convinces me that you are yourself in danger."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I should be if I walked abroad, but I have disappeared. In -this charming retreat I propose to hide till Gerald Paget is done for. Then, the -interest of the affair at an end, I can provide for my own safety. Meanwhile, I -can manage, at odd times, to purchase food enough to keep things going. Already -I have in stock a few tins of preserved provisions, a supply of biscuits, some -bread, spirits to warm me, tobacco to cheer me--to be smoked only at nights. -Trust me for neglecting no precautions. It is not a life a gentleman would -choose, but I am driven to it--by you." He filled his pipe and lit it.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is it night now?" I said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is night now. I am fond of society; that is the reason I -spare you for the present. When you have served my turn I will rid myself of -you."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Have you no pity?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"None."</p> - -<p class="normal">"If we refuse the food you offer us, if we prefer to die, at -once, we can deprive you of the pleasure of torturing us."</p> - -<p class="normal">"You can suit yourself. My experience is that life is sweet; -hope lives eternal, you know. You can amuse yourself with the hope that you have -still a chance. Do so; it is immaterial to me. I know what the end will be. Be -silent now; you have talked enough."</p> - -<p class="normal">He examined our fastenings to see that they were secure, and -then he gagged us. Before he did so, however, I said to Sophy:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Can you forgive me, my dear, for bringing this upon you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"There ain't nothink to forgive," she replied. "If I've got to -die I'll die game."</p> - -<p class="normal">Dr. Peterssen laughed sardonically, and did not give me time -to say another word. The spirit of the child amazed me; she was of the stuff of -which heroes are made. "If by a fortunate chance," I thought, "we escape the -deadly danger which holds us fast she shall be richly rewarded." I saw no hope -of escape, but I would cling to life to the last. Dr. Peterssen was right in his -conjecture; I would not hasten the doom with which we were threatened, and which -seemed inevitable. I slept fitfully, and in my intervals of wakefulness I judged -from Sophy's regular breathing that she slept more peacefully than I. I was -thankful for that. Where our gaoler took his rest I do not know. He did not -disturb us for many hours. My eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness, and -when I fully awoke I could dimly see Sophy's face. She could see me too, for -when I smiled at her she smiled at me in return. Clearly it was Dr. Peterssen's -intention to keep us alive for some time at least. He gave us bread and biscuits -to eat and water to drink. Days passed in this miserable way and if I do not -dwell upon them it is because I have little that is new to relate. Occasionally -Dr. Peterssen allowed us to talk, and bandied words with us for his own -malicious gratification. I asked him once whether we could purchase our release.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You would give a large sum for it," he said.</p> - -<p class="normal">"All that I possess in the world," I answered.</p> - -<p class="normal">"If it could be done with safety to myself," he said, "I would -entertain the offer; but you know as well as I do that it could not be so done."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Why not?" I asked.</p> - -<p class="normal">"You would betray me."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I will swear a solemn oath that your name shall never pass my -lips."</p> - -<p class="normal">"An oath that you would break at the first convenient -opportunity. You are a man with a conscience, and you would hasten to prove the -innocence of Gerald Paget. How would you accomplish that without mention of my -name? Come, now--air your sophistry, and see if you can persuade me to act like -an idiot. As for money, I am well supplied. When I am rid of you and this -stubborn little witch I mean to enjoy myself in another country."</p> - -<p class="normal">He pulled out a bundle of bank-notes, and flourished them -before my eyes. I thought of Bob's words that M. Felix kept always a large sum -of money on his person, and I knew that the notes had once been his. Our gaoler -took pride in such like acts of ostentatious candor, to show how completely he -had us in his power and how little he had to fear from us. I cannot say at what -period of our imprisonment I fell into a stupor which would have lasted till the -hour of my death had Dr. Peterssen's fell intentions succeeded. It seemed to -last for an eternity of days and nights, and in the few intervals of -consciousness which came to me I prayed that I might not grow mad. Sometimes I -heard Dr. Peterssen's voice as he forced water and sopped biscuit down my -throat. I had no desire to refuse the food, but my strength was gone, and it was -with difficulty that I could swallow. I could have borne my fate better had it -not been that Sophy was never absent from my mind. Sleeping or waking I thought -of her, and my misery was increased tenfold. I remember an occasion when I -whispered to Dr. Peterssen:</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is she still alive?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"She is still alive," he said with a brutal laugh. "She has -the pluck and strength of a dozen men."</p> - -<p class="normal">Those were the last words he addressed to me, in my -remembrance, nor do I remember speaking to him again. Delirious fancies held -possession of me, and although I must have had periods of utter insensibility I -do not recall them. I could not now distinguish the real from the unreal. I -heard voices that did not speak; I saw pictures that had no existence; I passed -through experiences as intangible as the gloom which encompassed us. All the -people I knew, but chiefly those with whom I had been lately associated, played -their parts in my wild fancies. The scene on the Thames Embankment with Emilia, -my midnight visit to her daughter Constance, my adventures with Sophy, the -episodes in the police court and M. Felix's chambers, my journeys to and fro in -search of clews to the mystery, the introduction of Bob Tucker into the affair, -all these and every other incident associated with my championship of a wronged -and injured lady, took new and monstrous forms in my disordered imagination. I -grew weaker and weaker. Surely the end must soon come.</p> - -<p class="normal">It came. There were loud shouts and cries, and voices raised -in menace, terror, and defiance. These sounds conjured up a host of confused -forms struggling around me. A hand touched my face, an arm was passed round my -neck; my head lay upon a man's shoulder.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Agnold!"</p> - -<p class="normal">My mouth, my limbs, were free, but I could not speak, I could -not move.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Agnold! Don't you hear me? It's Bob--Bob Tucker! I've found -you at last--you're saved! Speak one word to me; move your head, to show you -understand me."</p> - -<p class="normal">I smiled feebly; I had had so many of these dreams; I did not -open my eyes.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Great God! Have I come too late? Oh, you black-hearted -villain, your life shall pay for it!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Gentle hands raised my head. My eyes, my face, were bathed -with cold water; a few drops of weak spirits were poured into my mouth, which I -swallowed with difficulty. Surely there was here no delusion!</p> - -<p class="normal">"That's right, Agnold; that's right old friend. We'll soon -pull you round. You are too weak to speak--I see that. But don't you want to -hear about Sophy?"</p> - -<p class="normal">Sophy? I strove to struggle to my feet, and fell back into the -friendly arms ready to receive me. I opened my eyes; they fell upon Bob, who -smiled and nodded at me. If this was delusion then, indeed, I was mad.</p> - -<p class="normal">"For God's sake don't deceive me, Bob!" He must have followed -my words in the movement of my lips, for sound scarcely issued from them. "This -is real. You are my friend, Bob Tucker?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am your friend, Bob Tucker, who ought to be whipped at the -cart's tail for not having found you before. But I am in time, and I thank God -for it!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"You spoke of Sophy?" I did not dare to ask the question which -was in my mind.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I did. Your voice is getting stronger already. She's all -right. Don't you fret about her."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I want to know the solemn truth, Bob. She lives?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"She lives. It is the solemn and happy truth, dear friend. She -is near you at the present moment."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Bring her close to me. Let me touch her hand."</p> - -<p class="normal">It was placed in mine and guided to my lips. I kissed it, and -a weak voice stole upon my ears:</p> - -<p class="normal">"I am as well as well can be, Mr. Agnold! I'll dance yer a -hornpipe if yer like!"</p> - -<p class="normal">"My brave girl--my dear, brave Sophy! O God, I thank Thee!"</p> - -<p class="normal">Then everything faded from my sight and I heard nothing more.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_58" href="#div1Ref_58">CHAPTER LVIII.</a></h4> - -<h5>FRIENDS TO THE RESCUE.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">Sophy and I were lying on two couches placed so that my eyes -could rest upon her face. A day and a night had elapsed since our rescue, and I -had gained strength surprisingly. With the help of Bob I had dressed myself in -the afternoon, and seeing that the exertion had nearly exhausted me he insisted -upon my lying down on a couch. I, on my part, upon learning that Sophy had also -with assistance dressed herself, in "spick and span new clothes," as she -afterwards informed me, insisted feebly but firmly that she should be brought -into my room, so there we were, gazing at each other, and rapidly recovering -from the terrible ordeal through which we had passed. Warm baths, an entire -change of clothing, rest in a soft bed--surely the clean sheets were the most -delicious that mortal ever lay between--nourishing food, and the blessed sense -of safety, had done wonders for us. Bob had refused with stern kindness to give -me any account of his movements until I was in a fit condition to listen to him, -and it was not until this day that he consented to place me in possession of the -facts. His statement, up to a certain point, will be best explained in his own -words.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Two days having passed," he said, "without hearing from you, -I became anxious. The last letter I received from you was written in Monkshead, -and in it you informed me that you were going farther on, but you did not -mention the name of the place for which you were bound. As you had left -Monkshead, it was useless my wiring or writing to you there, so I was compelled -to wait your pleasure. Of course, in these circumstances, one always thinks that -a letter has gone wrong, and as no other arrived I inferred that you had given -me some information of your movements in the supposed missing letter, without -which I had no idea what to do. At length I came to the conclusion that you had -returned to London, and I determined to follow you. Even if I did not see you -there, I might learn from your family or friends something which would enlighten -me as to where you were, and what you were doing. Your family had not heard from -you, and as they did not appear in any anxiety concerning you, I said nothing, -you may be sure, that would cause them alarm. Then I sought an interview with -the lady whose cause you espoused, and whom should I meet with her but M. -Bordier. He was the soul of politeness, and I could not fail to be impressed by -the radiant happiness which shone in the lady's face. I ascribed this joyful -expression to the document which M. Bordier had found in the secret drawer of -the desk, the particulars of which he had jealously concealed from me. Neither -he nor the lady had heard from you. 'We hope to see him soon,' the lady said, -'to thank him for his wonderful kindness to us.' Before I left them M. Bordier -drew me aside, and expressed a hope that I would do nothing to make public what -had transpired with respect to the purloining of the desk, and the discovery of -an important document in it. 'I assure you,' he said, 'that it is entirely a -private matter, and that publicity would cause the deepest pain to unoffending -persons.' I replied that I should do nothing of my own accord, and that the -matter rested with you, and you alone. He thanked me, and we parted."</p> - -<p class="normal">I interrupted Bob here. "Did M. Bordier make no reference to a -trial in which he had been involved?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Nothing."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Have you read of no trial in which his name appears?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"No. Let me finish first; you will have plenty to tell me when -I have done. From M. Bordier I went to the office of the <i>Evening Moon</i>, -and was equally unsuccessful in obtaining news of you. Somewhat puzzled I made -my way back to the neighborhood of Tylney House, and thence went on to -Monkshead. I had no particular fears for your safety, but I resolved, if -possible, to track you. It was only on the second day of my arrival at Monkshead -that I obtained news which led me to believe you had gone to Deering. Away I -posted to Deering, and there I learned that you had gone to Glasserton, on what -errand was not known. The landlord's daughter had shown you a short cut through -the woods. I took the high road, as less likely to mislead me: but I may mention -that before I started from Deering the girl who directed you informed me that -only you and a young girl had gone to Glasserton. What, then, had become of -Crawley? At Glasserton I heard that two persons answering to the description of -you and Sophy had been in the village, that you had remained but a few hours, -and had then started back toward Deering. I immediately returned to Deering, but -you had not reappeared there. It was then that a fear of foul play flashed upon -me; it was then and then only that I began to fear for your safety. There had -been a mysterious murder committed in Deering Woods, and the murderer was -committed for trial----"</p> - -<p class="normal">"My God!" I cried.</p> - -<p class="normal">Strange as it may appear, I had not until this moment thought -of the murder which had been perpetrated in the woods. Heaven knows it was not -from indifference that this lapse of memory had occurred to me, and I can only -ascribe my forgetfulness to the intensity of my misery for several days past, -during which I had been completely and entirely engrossed in the frightful -sufferings I had endured. But now Bob's reference to the foul deed brought -Gerald Paget's peril to my mind. I was so terribly excited that Bob caught hold -of me in alarm, for I had started from my couch and was swaying to and fro on my -feet.</p> - -<p class="normal">"In Heaven's name," exclaimed Bob, "what is the matter with -you?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do not ask questions," I said, speaking with feverish haste, -"but answer mine, and follow any instructions I may give you. The murderer is -committed for trial, you say. Has the trial taken place?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"It is taking place now," replied Bob, speaking as rapidly as -I did; the contagion of my excitement had seized him. "The Assizes are on."</p> - -<p class="normal">"What is the time?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Five minutes past four."</p> - -<p class="normal">"When did the trial commence?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"This morning, I heard."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Is it over?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I do not know."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Will it take you long to ascertain how it is proceeding?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"I might do it in half an hour."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Do it, in less time if you can, I am not mad, Bob; I am as -sane as you are. This is a matter of life and death, and, God forgive me, I have -allowed it to escape me. One more question. You have not spoken of Dr. -Peterssen. Where is he?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"In prison, under arrest."</p> - -<p class="normal">"That is good news. Go now, quickly--and send the landlord up -to me immediately, with some telegraph forms."</p> - -<p class="normal">He hastened from the room, and in a very short time the -landlord made his appearance. The vital necessity of immediate action had -inspired me with strength of mind if not with strength of body, and my mental -powers were quickened and sharpened by the crisis. I had settled upon my plan of -action, and when the landlord handed me the telegraph forms I wrote the messages -I wished to send with celerity and clearness. The most urgent and lengthy of -these telegrams was addressed to M. Bordier, and in it I implored him to come to -me without a moment's delay, and to bring Emilia with him. I told him that the -husband whose death Emilia had so long mourned was now on a trial for murder of -which he was innocent, that I had been mercifully rescued myself from a cruel -death and held in my hands proofs of Gerald Paget's innocence, and that my case -would be strengthened by the presence of Emilia and himself. I requested him to -acknowledge my telegram the instant he received it, and to say when I might -expect him to join me; it was imperative that there should not be the least -delay, and he was to spare no expense in attending to my instructions. In -addition to this telegram I despatched messages to my mother, to the editor of -the -<i>Evening Moon</i>, and to Mrs. Middlemore. Without further detail I may say -that I did everything in my power to bring the persons to my side whose presence -I considered necessary for the work before me, and my despatches were winging to -London before Bob returned. He reported that the case for the prosecution was -not yet concluded, that it was expected that the defence would be brief, and -that the summing up of the judge would occupy some time. It was almost certain -that the verdict would not be delivered until to-morrow. Counsel had been -deputed by the judge to defend the prisoner, who throughout the trial had -maintained a strange silence, which some ascribed to obstinacy, and others to -aberration of intellect. Having heard what Bob had to say, I addressed a letter -to the counsel for the defence, urging him at the adjournment of the case, to -call upon me immediately, as I had news to communicate to him of the highest -importance to the prisoner. My letter despatched, there was nothing more to do -for at least a couple of hours, and I consented to listen to the completion of -Bob's narrative. When he heard that a murder had been committed in Deering Woods -fears for my safety flashed upon him, and he went to see the body of the -murdered man. He was greatly relieved to find that the body was that of a -stranger--(it must be borne in mind here that he had never set eyes on M. Felix -during that man's lifetime)--but it did not dispel his fears. I had started back -to Deering through the woods, and from that moment neither I nor Sophy had been -heard of. He determined to remain on the spot and keep watch about the woods, in -the hope of discovering what had happened to me. The idea of foul play between -Deering and Glasserton had taken morbid possession of him, and he did not -attempt to banish it. Day after day he searched and watched without result, -until one night he saw a man walking stealthily through the woods with -provisions he must have purchased somewhere in the neighborhood. The stealthy -movements of this man aroused Bob's suspicions, but although he followed him -warily the man suddenly disappeared. This circumstance strengthened Bob's -suspicions, and, with or without reason, he now came to the conclusion that the -man, whose movements proclaimed that he was engaged in an unlawful proceeding, -had something to do with my disappearance. He hired two men to watch with him, -and at length his efforts were rewarded. The man was seen again at night -creeping stealthily through the woods; again he disappeared at the same spot as -on the previous occasion. It was at the edge of the fallen cliffs that this took -place, and the men Bob had hired, who were more intimate with the locality than -their employer, pointed out a downward track which bore marks of having been -recently used. This track was noiselessly followed, with the result already -recorded. Sophy and I were saved.</p> - -<p class="normal">"I did not come an hour too soon," said Bob, when he had -concluded his story.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Not an hour, Bob. I believe I could not have lived another -day."</p> - -<p class="normal">A telegram was brought into me. It was from M. Bordier: "We -shall be with you to-night. Have not informed Mrs. Paget of the particulars. Not -advisable to agitate her unnecessarily. Decide when we meet." Other telegrams -were also brought to me, and I learned from them that my sister, a friend on the -staff of the <i>Evening Moon</i>, and Mrs. Middlemore would also soon be with -me. Bob had been thoughtful enough to arrange for the despatch of news from the -court in which the trial was taking place. Seven o'clock, eight o'clock, nine -o'clock, and the court was still sitting. The Judge was summing up, and had -expressed a desire that the trial should be finished that night.</p> - -<p class="normal">"He is of the opinion," I said to Bob, "that the jury will not -be long in giving their verdict."</p> - -<p class="normal">"It looks like it," said Bob.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Does this strike you as guilty or not guilty?"</p> - -<p class="normal">"Guilty," replied Bob.</p> - -<p class="normal">A note was here delivered to me from the counsel for the -defense: "I cannot leave the court. The Judge will soon finish his summing up, -which is unfavorable to the prisoner. He anticipates a rapid decision on the -part of the jury, and a verdict of guilty. If your news is really of importance -and, advantageous to the prisoner, come to the court immediately."</p> - -<p class="normal">I gave the note to Bob to read, and rose.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Sophy," I said, "are you strong enough to come with me? I am -going to the court."</p> - -<p class="normal">"I'm ready," said Sophy.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Yes, Agnold," said Bob, "you must go."</p> - -<p class="normal">He ran down, and by the time we reached it a trap was waiting -for us.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Have a couple of traps in waiting," I said to him, "and the -moment the persons I expect arrive bring them to the court. Especially Mrs. -Paget, M. Bordier, and Mrs. Middlemore, and send also any telegrams that may -come."</p> - -<p class="normal">"Depend upon me, Agnold," said the good fellow. "Not a point -shall be missed." He waved his hand as we drove away, and called out, "Good -luck!"</p> - -<p class="normal">And now I must encroach upon the columns of the <i>Evening -Moon</i> for a description of the events of this agitating night. A cooler head -and a steadier hand than mine have made the record, and all that I have to do is -to vouch for its accuracy.</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_59" href="#div1Ref_59">CHAPTER LIX.</a></h4> - -<h5>FROM THE COLUMNS OF THE "THE EVENING MOON," UNDER THE HEADING, "THE MYSTERY -OF M. FELIX SOLVED."</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">"The stirring incidents of a great city are so numerous, and -so pressing in their demands upon the space of the local papers, that it -occasionally happens that incidents as stirring and exciting which occur at a -distance from the Metropolis are either overlooked or dismissed in a short -paragraph at the bottom of a column. This happened in a trial for murder which -took place in the Midland Circuit, and, were it not that this particular case -bears directly upon the mystery known as The Mystery of M. Felix, its remarkable -features would probably have escaped notice in the Metropolitan journals. The -circumstances of the case, so far as they were known to the public on the day on -which the trial took place, are as simple as they are singular. A man was found -murdered in Deering Woods. He was a stranger in the neighborhood, and nothing -was found on him which could establish his identity. His pockets were empty, and -his underclothing was unmarked. He met his death by a shot fired from a -revolver, and the bullet was extracted from his body. In the same woods on the -same night a man suspected of the murder was taken into custody. He had in his -possession a six-barrelled revolver, and one of the barrels had been discharged. -Upon being questioned he refused to answer, but looked vacantly about him. The -bullet which was extracted from the body of the murdered man fitted the -discharged barrel, and was similar to the bullets, with which the remaining five -barrels were loaded. The accused, who was properly committed for trial, was, -like the victim, a stranger in the neighborhood, and bore about him nothing that -could lead to his identification. His silence was a suspicious element in the -charge against him, and the revolver with which the deed was done being found -upon him, there was little room for doubt that he was the murderer. What the -motive for the crime could have been it is impossible to say; if it were robbery -the stolen property was carefully hidden away, for no traces of it were -discovered. The evidence was simple, but appeared to be complete, and the -accused lay in prison until the Assizes, which were held soon after he was -committed. At the trial he preserved the same stubborn silence as he had -maintained before the magistrate. Asked to plead, he made no answer, and a plea -of not guilty was recorded. He had no counsel, and one was assigned to him. The -young barrister to whom the defence was entrusted had a difficult task before -him. He could obtain not the least assistance from the prisoner, who stood in -the dock apparently unconcerned regarding his fate. But it is said that there -could occasionally have been observed on his features a pitiful expression, -which aroused the sympathy of the spectators. This expression has been described -by an onlooker as that of a man who had borne the cruellest and bitterest of -buffets in his course through life, and who had been brought to a pass in which -he looked upon death as the kindest mercy which could be meted out to him. There -were women in court who sobbed as they gazed upon his sad and hopeless face, and -yet could not have accounted for their tears on any other ground than those of -unreasoning sentiment. That this mute and unconscious appeal had a powerful -effect upon the jury will be seen a little further on; it certainly led them to -act in a manner which is perhaps unprecedented in a trial for murder in an -English court of justice. It will be seen that there were very few witnesses. -The surgeon who extracted the bullet, a gun-maker who testified that the barrel -had been recently discharged, and that the bullet was one of six with which the -weapon had been loaded, the constables who arrested the prisoner--these were all -that were called for the prosecution. The Crown counsel elicited all the facts -in a fair and impartial manner, and it was evident that he considered the case -conclusive. The cross-examination was skilfully conducted, severe tests being -applied to the evidence respecting the bullet; but the witnesses remained -unshaken. The cross-examination of the constables was directed principally to -the demeanor and conduct of the prisoner. Did he make any resistance?--No. When -he was arrested, was he endeavoring to make his escape?--It did not appear so; -he was wandering through the woods. Was it, to all appearance, an aimless -wandering?--Yes. Did he make any excuses for, or give any explanation of his -presence in the woods?--He did not utter a single word. Did he endeavor to hide -or get rid of the revolver?--No. For the defence a physician who had examined -the prisoner was called. His testimony was to the effect that the prisoner was -afflicted with melancholia, and that his mind was in such a condition as to -render him irresponsible for his actions. It was clear that the line set up for -the defence was that the prisoner was insane. The cross-examination of the -physician somewhat damaged the weight of his evidence. Did he base his belief -that the prisoner was afflicted with melancholia and was not responsible for his -actions on the circumstance of his refusing to speak?--Partly, but only to a -slight extent. Had he not met in his professional experiences with cases in -which persons accused of crime preserved an obstinate and dogged silence for the -express purpose of being considered insane and irresponsible?--Yes, there had -been such cases. Scanty as was the evidence it occupied several hours. Counsel -for the defence made an eloquent and impassioned defence on the plea of -irresponsibility and insanity, and then the prosecuting counsel addressed the -jury. He dealt in hard and plain facts; he spoke coldly and without passion; he -refused to entertain the line of the defence, and said it was more than likely -that the prisoner's demeanor proceeded from a cunning nature, and that he hoped -by this means to escape the consequences of a ruthless murder committed in cold -blood. The Judge, who said that there was no reason why the trial should not be -concluded that night, and that the Court would sit late to receive the verdict, -summed up dead against the prisoner. Following in the train of the counsel for -the Crown, he laid down the law in the clearest manner, and he directed the jury -to consider certain issues and be guided by them, and to perform conscientiously -the duty for which they were called together. At a quarter to ten o'clock the -jury retired, and the Judge left the court, with directions that he should be -called when the jury returned.</p> - -<p class="normal">"It was at this stage of the inquiry that the case promised to -assume a new aspect. Our reporter, Mr. Agnold, with whom our readers are -acquainted, and to whom the public are indebted for the light thrown upon the -Mystery of M. Felix, entered the court in the company of the young girl, Sophy, -and immediately fell into earnest conversation with the counsel for the defence. -Their conversation lasted a considerable time, during which the counsel took -copious notes, breaking off occasionally to put questions to Sophy, who answered -them readily. Once the counsel turned Sophy's attention to the prisoner, and she -moved toward him. He, turning, saw her, and greeted her with a smile of much -sweetness, to which she pitifully responded. This sign of mutual recognition, -indicating as it did an acquaintanceship between the prisoner and the young -girl, heightened to fever-pitch the interest and excitement of the spectators, -but before any explanation of the incident could be given, the return of the -jury was announced. Almost at the same moment the Judge made his appearance. The -names of the jury were about to be called out, when the counsel for the defence -rose for the purpose of making a remark, but was desired by the Judge to resume -his seat until the verdict of the jury was given.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Counsel for the defence: 'If your Lordship knew the -importance of the observations I wish to make----'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'I must request you to be seated until we have -done with the jury. Then I will hear you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The jury having answered to their names, were asked if they -had agreed upon a verdict; whereupon the following conversation took place:</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Foreman of the Jury: 'My Lord, the jury wish me to say -that they are morally convinced that the prisoner is not guilty.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'That is not a verdict. It is not a question of -being morally convinced; it is a question of being legally convinced.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Foreman: 'But the jury have the strongest moral doubts, -my Lord.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'They would not be sufficient to lead to a -verdict. The doubts must be legal doubts. It is not for me to influence you one -way or another. I have put the facts of the case before you, and it is upon -those facts you must decide and pronounce your verdict.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Foreman (after a brief consultation with his brother -jurymen): 'Our verdict, my Lord, is Not guilty.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'Upon what grounds have you arrived at your -verdict?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Foreman: 'Upon the grounds of moral conviction, my Lord.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'It is my duty to tell you again that those -grounds are insufficient. Sentiment has nothing whatever to do with a criminal -case. I must request you to retire and reconsider your verdict.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Foreman: 'With all respect, my Lord, it is useless. We -have resolved to return no other verdict than the one we have given, and upon -the grounds I have stated.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Several of the jury gave audible assent to their foreman's -words.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'I cannot receive your verdict, accompanied by -your statement. You will retire and give the matter further consideration.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Foreman: 'If we are locked up all night, my Lord, we -shall return no other verdict.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'I do not wish to be harsh or oppressive. Equally -with yourselves I have a duty to perform. If you do not rightly comprehend any -part of the evidence, say so, and I will explain it to you.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Foreman: 'We have no doubts, my Lord. We understand the -evidence thoroughly.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'Oh, if you cannot agree----'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Foreman: 'We are thoroughly agreed, my Lord.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'You will retire.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The jury were then conducted out of court.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge, addressing counsel for the defence: 'I am ready to -hear you now.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Counsel: 'My Lord, during your Lordship's absence from court, -while the jury were considering their verdict, the most important revelations -have been made to me.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'Bearing upon this case?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Counsel: 'Bearing directly upon this case. Two persons are -present now, who, if I had been able to call them, would have thrown an entirely -different light upon the case. One of them is personally acquainted with the -prisoner, the other does not know him personally, but knows his name.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge 'The Crown is not represented. The learned counsel -is not in court. I cannot now hear statements from other persons; but you can go -on with your statement. His name is known, you say?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Counsel: 'Yes, my Lord. It is Gerald Paget.'</p> - -<p class="normal">At this mention of his name the prisoner became violently -agitated. His countenance was convulsed, and he stretched forth his arms, which -trembled from excess of emotion.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'The prisoner appears to be ill. Is there a doctor -in court?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The prisoner (speaking for the first time): 'I am not ill. I -want to hear what he has to say.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Counsel: 'For nineteen years he has been supposed to be dead, -and, in pursuance of a diabolical plot, has been confined in a private madhouse -as another person. It is this cruel imprisonment which has reduced him to the -condition in which we now see him.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'Your statement is an extraordinary one.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Counsel: 'I shall be able, my Lord, to establish its truth, -and the truth of other facts as extraordinary. The strange story which has been -revealed to me is too lengthy and complicated to narrate at this hour, but if -your Lordship will adjourn until to-morrow I undertake to prove the unfortunate -prisoner's innocence, and also the guilt of the man who should now be standing -in his place.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'Is the man known? Can he be found?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Counsel: 'He is known, and is now in prison under another -charge which is directly connected with the murder for which the prisoner has -been tried.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'If your statements are true the case is -unprecedented.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Counsel: 'It is, my Lord. The person who is guilty of the -murder was the prisoner's keeper. There has hitherto been no identification of -the murdered man; I am now in a position to prove who he was. He bore the name -of Leonard Paget.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'Paget is the name of the prisoner.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Counsel: 'They were half brothers. There is a question of -property involved.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"An officer of the court here presented himself, and said that -the jury wished to speak to the judge.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'Let them be brought in.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Upon this being done, the Judge asked the foreman what he had -to say.</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Foreman: 'It is simply, my Lord, that there is not the -remotest possibility of our returning any other verdict than that we have -delivered, and in the precise terms in which we have delivered it. There is not -the slightest difference of opinion between us; we are absolutely unanimous.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'As I have already told you, it is no verdict. -Officer, what is that noise?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Counsel: 'Witnesses from London have just arrived, my Lord, -who are ready to prove the truth of the statements I have made.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"An extraordinary scene ensued. One of the newly-arrived -witnesses was a lady, whose eyes travelled round the court, and finally rested -upon the prisoner. In this lady our readers will have no difficulty in -recognizing Emilia Paget The moment she saw the prisoner a look of incredulous -joy sprang into her eyes.</p> - -<p class="normal">"'Merciful God!' she cried. 'Has the dead returned to life? Am -I awake or dreaming?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Prisoner, with a wild scream: 'Emilia!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Emilia: 'It is his voice! Gerald! Gerald!'</p> - -<p class="normal">"She rushed to the prisoner, and no attempt was made to -restrain her. Throwing her arms round his neck she drew his head down to her -breast. Convulsive sobs shook their frames.</p> - -<p class="normal">"Counsel, solemnly: 'My Lord, the prisoner is this lady's -husband, whom she has mourned as dead for nineteen years.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Foreman of the Jury: 'My Lord, if anything was needed to -prove the justice of our verdict, the proof is now supplied.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'You are discharged. The Court is adjourned. -Remove the prisoner.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Counsel: 'My Lord, my Lord! May not this afflicted couple be -allowed a few minutes' intercourse?'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'I leave it to the discretion of the officers in -charge of the prisoner.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Counsel: 'Direct them my lord. Say that it may be allowed.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"The Judge: 'It may be allowed. But all the persons not -directly concerned in this unparalleled case must retire.'</p> - -<p class="normal">"Slowly and reluctantly the spectators left the court in a -state of indescribable excitement."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4><a name="div1_60" href="#div1Ref_60">CHAPTER LX.</a></h4> - -<h5>ROBERT AGNOLD'S LAST WORDS.</h5> -<br> - -<p class="normal">I resume and conclude the Mystery of M. Felix in my own -person. What transpired after the incidents of that exciting night is soon -related. Before Gerald Paget was released Dr. Peterssen was put on his trial for -the murder. The minor charge of his attempt upon Sophy's life and mine was set -aside, and was only incidentally referred to in the evidence and speech of the -prosecuting counsel. Guilt was never more clearly proved than his. The revolver -with which the murder was committed was the same he had purloined from the rooms -in Gerard Street, when he sent Mrs. Middlemore upon a false errand to the Bow -Street Police Court. On this head Mrs. Middlemore's evidence was valuable; but -my evidence on the point was still more valuable. The initial "F." I had -scratched on the metal, and the entry I had made in my pocket book, "A Colt's -double-action revolver, nickel-plated, 6 shots, No. 819," enabled me to swear -positively to the weapon. Peterssen's own confession of guilt to me when Sophy -and I were imprisoned in the cavern in Deering Woods was fatal, and Sophy, who -was one of the two heroines of this celebrated trial, won the admiration of all -England by the manner in which she gave her evidence. It was imperative that -Emilia should be called, and she narrated with great feeling all the -circumstances of her brief but fateful acquaintance with Peterssen during the -honeymoon tour in Switzerland. There was found upon Peterssen a large sum of -money in bank notes, and the manager of the bank in which the murdered man, -under the name of M. Felix, kept his account, proved, by the numbers on the -notes, that they had been paid to Peterssen's victim across the bank counter. -Another witness called was George Street's father, upon whom Peterssen had so -long and so successfully imposed. He testified that Gerald Paget was not his -son, and said that on every occasion on which he desired to see the patient, -Peterssen had declared that a fatal result would be the certain consequence of -an interview. Gerald Paget was brought into court, but he was so weak and ill -that his evidence could not be taken. The case, however, was complete without -him. There was practically no defence; the jury debated for a few minutes only, -and brought in a verdict of guilty; the villain was sentenced, and he paid the -penalty of his crimes. For Leonard Paget, alias M. Felix, no pity was expressed; -the fate he had met with was richly deserved.</p> - -<p class="normal">Needless to say that the case excited immense interest, and it -was universally admitted that its sensational disclosures were without parallel -in the history of crime. I may mention that Crawley was not traced; up to this -day he has succeeded in concealing himself; but his hour will come.</p> - -<p class="normal">After all was said and done, I think that Sophy held rank as <i> -the</i> -heroine of the mystery. A daily paper suggested that a subscription should be -got up for her; to this suggestion practical effect was given, and money flowed -in from all ranks and classes of people. Close upon a thousand pounds were -subscribed; so Sophy is rich. Fame has not turned her head. She said to me but -yesterday, "I ain't proud; not a bit of it. Whenever you want me, Mr. Agnold, -you'll find me ready." In time she will improve in her language, and one day she -may be really a lady.</p> - -<p class="normal">The words Sophy addressed to me were spoken in Geneva, where -these lines are being written. The wedding of Constance Paget and M. Julian -Bordier took place yesterday, and we were invited to it. The father of the bride -was present. The rescue from his living tomb, the new and happier life, and the -care and devotion of his wife Emilia, upon whose sweet face he never tires of -gazing, has already brought about a great change for the better, and confident -hopes are entertained that before long his reason will be permanently restored. -It is pleasant to be able to record that the kind and skilful oculist who had -given evidence in what I may call the marriage certificate case has made a cure -of M. Julian Bordier. He can see, and the terror of blindness no longer afflicts -him.</p> - -<p class="normal">This morning the oculist (who gave himself a week's holiday to -attend the wedding) and I had a chat about M. Felix, whose supposed death in -Gerard Street, Soho, caused so great a sensation. He has been hunting up cases -of suspended animation, and he read to me half a dozen, each of which lasted for -a much longer time than M. Felix's. Since Peterssen's trial there has been a -great deal written in newspapers and magazines concerning these instances of -apparent death, and wonder has been expressed that, upon M. Felix's -disappearance, no one thought it was likely that he had gone through such an -experience. My answer to this expression of wonder is that it is easy to be wise -after the event.</p> - -<p class="normal">While we were engaged in our conversation, the oculist and I -were sitting at a window of the house which Constance and her husband are to -occupy when they return from their honeymoon. The window overlooks a garden in -which Emilia and Gerald are walking.</p> - -<p class="normal">"A good and sweet woman," said the oculist, smiling at Emilia, -who had looked up and smiled at us. "She deserves happiness."</p> - -<p class="normal">"She will have it," I said. "The clouds have disappeared from -her life. Her trials are over."</p> -<br> -<br> -<br> -<h4>THE END.</h4> -<br> -<br> -<br> - - - - - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's The Mystery of M. Felix, by B. L. Farjeon - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MYSTERY OF M. 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