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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 + + +Title: A Strange Disappearance + +Author: Anna Katharine Green + +Release Date: September 15, 2008 [EBook #1167] + +Release Date: January, 1998 +Last Updated: October 2, 2016 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE *** + + + + +Produced by Lisa Bennett, and David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h1> + A STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Anna Katharine Green + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <p> + OTHER BOOKS BY THIS AUTHOR: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The House of the Whispering Pines Miss Hurd. An Enigma + Leavenworth Case That Affair Next Door + Strange Disappearance Lost Man’s Lane + Sword of Damocles Agatha Webb + Hand and Ring One of My Sons + The Mill Mystery Defence of the Bride, + Behind Closed Doors and Other Poems + Cynthia Wakeham’s Money Risifi’s Daughter. A Drama + Marked “Personal” The Golden Slipper + To the Minute +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <a href="#linklink2H_4_0001"> <b>A STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE</b> </a> + <br /><br /> <a href="#linklink2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. </a> A + NOVEL CASE <br /><br /> <a href="#linklink2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. </a> A + FEW POINTS <br /><br /> <a href="#linklink2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. </a> THE + CONTENTS OF A BUREAU DRAWER <br /><br /> <a href="#linklink2HCH0004"> + CHAPTER IV. </a> THOMPSON’S STORY <br /><br /> <a + href="#linklink2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. </a> A NEW YORK BELLE + <br /><br /> <a href="#linklink2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. </a> A + BIT OF CALICO <br /><br /> <a href="#linklink2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. </a> THE + HOUSE AT THE GRANBY CROSS ROADS <br /><br /> <a href="#linklink2HCH0008"> + CHAPTER VIII. </a> A WORD OVERHEARD <br /><br /> <a + href="#linklink2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. </a> A FEW GOLDEN HAIRS + <br /><br /> <a href="#linklink2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. </a> THE + SECRET OF MR. BLAKE’S STUDIO <br /><br /> <a href="#linklink2HCH0011"> + CHAPTER XI. </a> LUTTRA <br /><br /> <a href="#linklink2HCH0012"> + CHAPTER XII. </a> A WOMAN’S LOVE <br /><br /> <a + href="#linklink2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. </a> A MAN’S HEART + <br /><br /> <a href="#linklink2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV. </a> MRS. + DANIELS <br /><br /> <a href="#linklink2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV. </a> A + CONFAB <br /><br /> <a href="#linklink2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI. </a> THE + MARK OF THE RED CROSS <br /><br /> <a href="#linklink2HCH0017"> CHAPTER + XVII. </a> THE CAPTURE <br /><br /> <a href="#linklink2HCH0018"> + CHAPTER XVIII. </a> LOVE AND DUTY <br /><br /> <a + href="#linklink2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX. </a> EXPLANATIONS + <br /><br /> <a href="#linklink2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX. </a> THE + BOND THAT UNITES <br /><br /> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <a name="linklink2H_4_0001" id="linklink2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h1> + A STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE + </h1> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0001" id="linklink2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. A NOVEL CASE + </h2> + <p> + “Talking of sudden disappearances the one you mention of Hannah in that + Leavenworth case of ours, is not the only remarkable one which has come + under my direct notice. Indeed, I know of another that in some respects, + at least, surpasses that in points of interest, and if you will promise + not to inquire into the real names of the parties concerned, as the affair + is a secret, I will relate you my experience regarding it.” + </p> + <p> + The speaker was Q, the rising young detective, universally acknowledged by + us of the force as the most astute man for mysterious and unprecedented + cases, then in the bureau, always and of course excepting Mr. Gryce; and + such a statement from him could not but arouse our deepest curiosity. + Drawing up, then, to the stove around which we were sitting in lazy + enjoyment of one of those off-hours so dear to a detective’s heart, we + gave with alacrity the required promise; and settling himself back with + the satisfied air of a man who has a good story to tell that does not + entirely lack certain points redounding to his own credit, he began: + </p> + <p> + I was one Sunday morning loitering at the ——- Precinct + Station, when the door opened and a respectable-looking middle-aged woman + came in, whose agitated air at once attracted my attention. Going up to + her, I asked her what she wanted. + </p> + <p> + “A detective,” she replied, glancing cautiously about on the faces of the + various men scattered through the room. “I don’t wish anything said about + it, but a girl disappeared from our house last night, and”—she + stopped here, her emotion seeming to choke her—“and I want some one + to look her up,” she went on at last with the most intense emphasis. + </p> + <p> + “A girl? what kind of a girl; and what house do you mean when you say our + house?” + </p> + <p> + She looked at me keenly before replying. “You are a young man,” said she; + “isn’t there some one here more responsible than yourself that I can talk + to?” + </p> + <p> + I shrugged my shoulders and beckoned to Mr. Gryce who was just then + passing. She at once seemed to put confidence in him. Drawing him aside, + she whispered a few low eager words which I could not hear. He listened + nonchalantly for a moment but suddenly made a move which I knew indicated + strong and surprised interest, though from his face—but you know + what Gryce’s face is. I was about to walk off, convinced he had got hold + of something he would prefer to manage himself, when the Superintendent + came in. + </p> + <p> + “Where is Gryce?” asked he; “tell him I want him.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce heard him and hastened forward. As he passed me, he whispered, + “Take a man and go with this woman; look into matters and send me word if + you want me; I will be here for two hours.” + </p> + <p> + I did not need a second permission. Beckoning to Harris, I reapproached + the woman. “Where do you come from,” said I, “I am to go back with you and + investigate the affair it seems.” + </p> + <p> + “Did he say so?” she asked, pointing to Mr. Gryce who now stood with his + back to us busily talking with the Superintendent. + </p> + <p> + I nodded, and she at once moved towards the door. “I come from No.—— + Second Avenue: Mr. Blake’s house,” she whispered, uttering a name so well + known, I at once understood Mr. Gryce’s movement of sudden interest “A + girl—one who sewed for us—disappeared last night in a way to + alarm us very much. She was taken from her room—” “Yes,” she cried + vehemently, seeing my look of sarcastic incredulity, “taken from her room; + she never went of her own accord; and she must be found if I spend every + dollar of the pittance I have laid up in the bank against my old age.” + </p> + <p> + Her manner was so intense, her tone so marked and her words so vehement, I + at once and naturally asked if the girl was a relative of hers that she + felt her abduction so keenly. + </p> + <p> + “No,” she replied, “not a relative, but,” she went on, looking every way + but in my face, “a very dear friend—a—a—protegee, I + think they call it, of mine; I—I—She must be found,” she again + reiterated. + </p> + <p> + We were by this time in the street. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing must be said about it,” she now whispered, catching me by the + arm. “I told him so,” nodding back to the building from which we had just + issued, “and he promised secrecy. It can be done without folks knowing + anything about it, can’t it?” + </p> + <p> + “What?” I asked. + </p> + <p> + “Finding the girl.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said I, “we can tell you better about that when we know a few more + of the facts. What is the girl’s name and what makes you think she didn’t + go out of the house-door of her own accord?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, why, everything. She wasn’t the person to do it; then the looks of + her room, and—They all got out of the window,” she cried suddenly, + “and went away by the side gate into ——— Street.” + </p> + <p> + “They? Who do you mean by they?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, whoever they were who carried her off.” + </p> + <p> + I could not suppress the “bah!” that rose to my lips. Mr. Gryce might have + been able to, but I am not Gryce. + </p> + <p> + “You don’t believe,” said she, “that she was carried off?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, no,” said I, “not in the sense you mean.” + </p> + <p> + She gave another nod back to the police station now a block or so distant. + “He did’nt seem to doubt it at all.” + </p> + <p> + I laughed. “Did you tell him you thought she had been taken off in this + way?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and he said, ‘Very likely.’ And well he might, for I heard the men + talking in her room, and—” + </p> + <p> + “You heard men talking in her room—when?” + </p> + <p> + “O, it must have been as late as half-past twelve. I had been asleep and + the noise they made whispering, woke me.” + </p> + <p> + “Wait,” I said, “tell me where her room is, hers and yours.” + </p> + <p> + “Hers is the third story back, mine the front one on the same floor.” + </p> + <p> + “Who are you?” I now inquired. “What position do you occupy in Mr. Blake’s + house?” + </p> + <p> + “I am the housekeeper.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blake was a bachelor. + </p> + <p> + “And you were wakened last night by hearing whispering which seemed to + come from this girl’s room.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I at first thought it was the folks next door,—we often hear + them when they are unusually noisy,—but soon I became assured it + came from her room; and more astonished than I could say,—She is a + good girl,” she broke in, suddenly looking at me with hotly indignant + eyes, “a—a—as good a girl as this whole city can show; don’t + you dare, any of you, to hint at anything else o—” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come,” I said soothingly, a little ashamed of my too communicative + face, “I haven’t said anything, we will take it for granted she is as good + as gold, go on.” + </p> + <p> + The woman wiped her forehead with a hand that trembled like a leaf. “Where + was I?” said she. “O, I heard voices and was surprised and got up and went + to her door. The noise I made unlocking my own must have startled her, for + all was perfectly quiet when I got there. I waited a moment, then I turned + the knob and called her: she did not reply and I called again. Then she + came to the door, but did not unlock it. ‘What is it?’ she asked. ‘O,’ + said I, ‘I thought I heard talking here and I was frightened,’ ‘It must + have been next door,’ said she. I begged pardon and went back to my room. + There was no more noise, but when in the morning we broke into her room + and found her gone, the window open and signs of distress and struggle + around, I knew I had not been mistaken; that there were men with her when + I went to her door, and that they had carried her off—” + </p> + <p> + This time I could not restrain myself. + </p> + <p> + “Did they drop her out of the window?” I inquired. + </p> + <p> + “O,” said she, “we are building an extension, and there is a ladder + running up to the third floor, and it was by means of that they took her.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed! she seems at least to have been a willing victim,” I remarked. + </p> + <p> + The woman clutched my arm with a grip like iron. “Don’t you believe it,” + gasped she, stopping me in the street where we were. “I tell you if what I + say is true, and these burglars or whatever they were, did carry her off, + it was an agony to her, an awful, awful thing that will kill her if it has + not done so already. You don’t know what you are talking about, you never + saw her—” + </p> + <p> + “Was she pretty,” I asked, hurrying the woman along, for more than one + passer-by had turned their heads to look at us. The question seemed in + some way to give her a shock. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, I don’t know,” she muttered; “some might not think so, I always did; + it depended upon the way you looked at her.” + </p> + <p> + For the first time I felt a thrill of anticipation shoot through my veins. + Why, I could not say. Her tone was peculiar, and she spoke in a sort of + brooding way as though she were weighing something in her own mind; but + then her manner had been peculiar throughout. Whatever it was that aroused + my suspicion, I determined henceforth to keep a very sharp eye upon her + ladyship. Levelling a straight glance at her face, I asked her how it was + that she came to be the one to inform the authorities of the girl’s + disappearance. + </p> + <p> + “Doesn’t Mr. Blake know anything about it?” + </p> + <p> + The faintest shadow of a change came into her manner. “Yes,” said she, “I + told him at breakfast time; but Mr. Blake doesn’t take much interest in + his servants; he leaves all such matters to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Then he does not know you have come for the police?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir, and O, if you would be so good as to keep it from him. It is not + necessary he should know. I shall let you in the back way. Mr. Blake is a + man who never meddles with anything, and—” + </p> + <p> + “What did Mr. Blake say this morning when you told him that this girl—By + the way, what is her name?” + </p> + <p> + “Emily.” + </p> + <p> + “That this girl, Emily, had disappeared during the night?” + </p> + <p> + “Not much of anything, sir. He was sitting at the breakfast table reading + his paper, he merely looked up, frowned a little in an absent-minded way, + and told me I must manage the servants’ affairs without troubling him.” + </p> + <p> + “And you let it drop?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes sir; Mr. Blake is not a man to speak twice to.” + </p> + <p> + I could easily believe that from what I had seen of him in public, for + though by no means a harsh looking man, he had a reserved air which if + maintained in private must have made him very difficult of approach. + </p> + <p> + We were now within a half block or so of the old-fashioned mansion + regarded by this scion of New York’s aristocracy as one of the most + desirable residences in the city; so motioning to the man who had + accompanied me to take his stand in a doorway near by and watch for the + signal I would give him in case I wanted Mr. Gryce, I turned to the woman, + who was now all in a flutter, and asked her how she proposed to get me + into the house without the knowledge of Mr. Blake. + </p> + <p> + “O sir, all you have got to do is to follow me right up the back stairs; + he won’t notice, or if he does will not ask any questions.” + </p> + <p> + And having by this time reached the basement door, she took out a key from + her pocket and inserting it in the lock, at once admitted us into the + dwelling. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0002" id="linklink2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. A FEW POINTS + </h2> + <p> + Mrs. Daniels, for that was her name, took me at once up stairs to the + third story back room. As we passed through the halls, I could not but + notice how rich, though sombre were the old fashioned walls and heavily + frescoed ceilings, so different in style and coloring from what we see + now-a-days in our secret penetrations into Fifth Avenue mansions. Many as + are the wealthy houses I have been called upon to enter in the line of my + profession, I had never crossed the threshold of such an one as this + before, and impervious as I am to any foolish sentimentalities, I felt a + certain degree of awe at the thought of invading with police + investigation, this home of ancient Knicker-bocker respectability. But + once in the room of the missing girl, every consideration fled save that + of professional pride and curiosity. For almost at first blush, I saw that + whether Mrs. Daniels was correct or not in her surmises as to the manner + of the girl’s disappearance, the fact that she had disappeared was likely + to prove an affair of some importance. For, let me state the facts in the + order in which I noticed them. The first thing that impressed me was, that + whatever Mrs. Daniels called her, this was no sewing girl’s room into + which I now stepped. Plain as was the furniture in comparison with the + elaborate richness of the walls and ceiling, there were still scattered + through the room, which was large even for a thirty foot house, articles + of sufficient elegance to make the supposition that it was the abode of an + ordinary seamstress open to suspicion, if no more. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Daniels, seeing my look of surprise, hastened to provide some + explanation. “It is the room which has always been devoted to sewing,” + said she; “and when Emily came, I thought it would be easier to put up a + bed here than to send her upstairs. She was a very nice girl and + disarranged nothing.” + </p> + <p> + I glanced around on the writing-case lying open on a small table in the + centre of the room, on the vase half full of partly withered roses, on the + mantel-piece, the Shakespeare, and Macaulay’s History lying on the stand + at my right, thought my own thoughts, but said nothing. + </p> + <p> + “You found the door locked this morning?” asked I, after a moment’s + scrutiny of the room in which three facts had become manifest: first, that + the girl had not occupied the bed the night before; second, that there had + been some sort of struggle or surprise,—one of the curtains being + violently torn as if grasped by an agitated hand, to say nothing of a + chair lying upset on the floor with one of its legs broken; third, that + the departure, strange as it may seem, had been by the window. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” returned she; “but there is a passageway leading from my room to + hers and it was by that means we entered. There was a chair placed against + the door on this side but we easily pushed it away.” + </p> + <p> + I stepped to the window and looked out. Ah, it would not be so very + difficult for a man to gain the street from that spot in a dark night, for + the roof of the newly-erected extension was almost on a level with the + window. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said she anxiously, “couldn’t she have been got out that way?” + </p> + <p> + “More difficult things have been done,” said I; and was about to step out + upon the roof when I bethought to inquire of Mrs. Daniels if any of the + girl’s clothing was missing. + </p> + <p> + She immediately flew to the closets and thence to bureau drawers which she + turned hastily over. “No, nothing is missing but a hat and cloak and—” + She paused confusedly. + </p> + <p> + “And what?” I asked. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing,” returned she, hurriedly closing the bureau drawer; “only some + little knick-knacks.” + </p> + <p> + “Knick-knacks!” quoth I. “If she stopped for knick-knacks, she couldn’t + have gone in any very unwilling frame of mind.” And somewhat disgusted, I + was about to throw up the whole affair and leave the room. But the + indecision in Mrs. Daniels’ own face deterred me. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t understand it,” murmured she, drawing her hand across her eyes. + “I don’t understand it. But,” she went on with even an increase in her old + tone of heart-felt conviction, “no matter whether we understand it or not, + the case is serious; I tell you so, and she must be found.” + </p> + <p> + I resolved to know the nature of that must, used as few women in her + position would use it even under circumstances to all appearance more + aggravated than these. + </p> + <p> + “Why, must?” said I. “If the girl went of her own accord as some things + seem to show, why should you, no relative as you acknowledge, take the + matter so to heart as to insist she shall be followed and brought back?” + </p> + <p> + She turned away, uneasily taking up and putting down some little matters + on the table before her. “Is it not enough that I promise to pay for all + expenses which a search will occasion, without my being forced to declare + just why I should be willing to do so? Am I bound to tell you I love the + girl? that I believe she has been taken away by foul means, and that to + her great suffering and distress? that being fond of her and believing + this, I am conscientious enough to put every means I possess at the + command of those who will recover her?” + </p> + <p> + I was not satisfied with this but on that very account felt my enthusiasm + revive. + </p> + <p> + “But Mr. Blake? Surely he is the one to take this interest if anybody.” + </p> + <p> + “I have before said,” returned she, paling however as she spoke, “that Mr. + Blake takes very little interest in his servants.” + </p> + <p> + I cast another glance about the room. “How long have you been in this + house?” asked I. + </p> + <p> + “I was in the service of Mr. Blake’s father and he died a year ago.” + </p> + <p> + “Since when you have remained with Mr. Blake himself?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes sir.” + </p> + <p> + “And this Emily, when did she come here?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh it must be eleven months or so ago.” + </p> + <p> + “An Irish girl?” + </p> + <p> + “O no, American. She is not a common person, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean by that? That she was educated, lady-like, pretty, or + what?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know what to say. She was educated, yes, but not as you would + call a lady educated. Yet she knew a great many things the rest of us + did’nt. She liked to read, you see, and—O sir, ask the girls about + her, I never know what to say when I am questioned.” + </p> + <p> + I scanned the gray-haired woman still more intently than I had yet done. + Was she the weak common-place creature she seemed, or had she really some + cause other than appeared for these her numerous breaks and hesitations. + </p> + <p> + “Where did you get this girl?” I inquired. “Where did she live before + coming here?” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot say, I never asked her to talk about herself. She came to me for + work and I liked her and took her without recommendation.” + </p> + <p> + “And she has served you well?” + </p> + <p> + “Excellently.” + </p> + <p> + “Been out much? Had any visitors?” + </p> + <p> + She shook her head. “Never went out and never had any visitors.” + </p> + <p> + I own I was nonplussed, “Well,” said I, “no more of this at present. I + must first find out if she left this house alone or in company with + others.” And without further parley I stepped out upon the roof of the + extension. + </p> + <p> + As I did so I debated with myself whether the case warranted me or not in + sending for Mr. Gryce. As yet there was nothing to show that the girl had + come to any harm. A mere elopement with or without a lover to help her, + was not such a serious matter that the whole police force need be stirred + up on the subject; and if the woman had money, as she said, ready to give + the man who should discover the whereabouts of this girl, why need that + money be divided up any more than was necessary. Yet Gryce was not one to + be dallied with. He had said, send for him if the affair seemed to call + for his judgment, and somehow the affair did promise to be a trifle + complicated. I was yet undetermined when I reached the edge of the roof. + </p> + <p> + It was a dizzy descent, but once made, escape from the yard beneath would + be easy. A man could take that road without difficulty; but a woman! + Baffled at the idea I turned thoughtfully back, when I beheld something on + the roof before me that caused me to pause and ask myself if this was + going to turn out to be a tragedy after all. It was a drop of congealed + blood. Further on towards the window was another, and yes, further still, + another and another. I even found one upon the very window ledge itself. + Bounding into the room, I searched the carpet for further traces. It was + the worst one in the world to find anything upon of the nature of which I + was seeking, being a confused pattern of mingled drab and red, and in my + difficulty I had to stoop very low. + </p> + <p> + “What are you looking for?” cried Mrs. Daniels. + </p> + <p> + I pointed to the drop on the window sill. “Do you see that?” I asked. + </p> + <p> + She uttered an exclamation and bent nearer. “Blood!” cried she, and stood + staring, with rapidly paling cheeks and trembling form. “They have killed + her and he will never—” + </p> + <p> + As she did not finish I looked up. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think it was her blood?” she whispered in a horrified tone. + </p> + <p> + “There is every reason to believe so,” rejoined I, pointing to a spot + where I had at last discovered not only one crimson drop but many, + scattered over the scarcely redder roses under my feet. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, it is worse than I thought,” murmured she. “What are you going to do? + What can we do? + </p> + <p> + “I am going to send for another detective,” returned I; and stepping to + the window I telegraphed at once to the man Harris to go for Mr. Gryce. + </p> + <p> + “The one we saw at the Station?” + </p> + <p> + I bowed assent. + </p> + <p> + Her face lost something of its drawn expression. “O I am glad; he will do + something.” + </p> + <p> + Subduing my indignation at this back thrust, I employed my time in taking + note of such details as had escaped my previous attention. They were not + many. The open writing-desk—in which, however I found no letters or + written documents of any kind, only a few sheets of paper, with pen, ink, + etc.; the brush and hairpins scattered on the bureau as though the girl + had been interrupted while arranging her hair (if she had been + interrupted); and the absence of any great pile of work such as one would + expect to see in a room set apart for sewing, were all I could discover. + Not much to help us, in case this was to prove an affair of importance as + I began to suspect. + </p> + <p> + With Mr. Gryce’s arrival, however, things soon assumed a better shape. He + came to the basement door, was ushered in by your humble servant, had the + whole matter as far as I had investigated it, at his finger-ends in a + moment, and was up-stairs and in that room before I, who am called the + quickest man in the force as you all know, could have time to determine + just what difference his presence would make to me in a pecuniary way in + event of Mrs. Daniels’ promises amounting to anything. He did not remain + there long, but when he came down I saw that his interest was in no wise + lessened. + </p> + <p> + “What kind of a looking girl was this?” he asked, hurrying up to Mrs. + Daniels who had withdrawn into a recess in the lower hall while all this + was going on. “Describe her to me, hair, eyes, complexion, etc.; you + know.” + </p> + <p> + “I—I—don’t know as I can,” she stammered reluctantly, turning + very red in the face. “I am a poor one for noticing. I will call one of + the girls, I—” She was gone before we realized she had not finished + her sentence. + </p> + <p> + “Humph!” broke from Mr. Gryce’s lips as he thoughtfully took down a vase + that stood on a bracket near by and looked into it. + </p> + <p> + I did not venture a word. + </p> + <p> + When Mrs. Daniels came back she had with her a trim-looking girl of + prepossessing appearance. + </p> + <p> + “This is Fanny,” said she; “she knows Emily well, being in the habit of + waiting on her at table; she will tell you what you want to hear. I have + explained to her,” she went on, nodding towards Mr. Gryce with a composure + such as she had not before displayed; “that you are looking for your niece + who ran away from home some time ago to go into some sort of service.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, ma’am,” quoth that gentleman, bowing with mock admiration to + the gas-fixture. Then carelessly shifting his glance to the cleaning-cloth + which Fanny held rather conspicuously in her hand, he repeated the + question he had already put to Mrs. Daniels. + </p> + <p> + The girl, tossing her head just a trifle, at once replied: + </p> + <p> + “O she was good-looking enough, if that is what you mean, for them as + likes a girl with cheeks as white as this cloth was afore I rubbed the + spoons with it. As for her eyes, they was blacker than her hair, which was + the blackest I ever see. She had no flesh at all, and as for her figure—” + Fanny glanced down on her own well developed person, and gave a shrug + inexpressibly suggestive. + </p> + <p> + “Is this description true?” Mr. Gryce asked, seemingly of Mrs. Daniels, + though his gaze rested with curious intentness on the girl’s head which + was covered with a little cap. + </p> + <p> + “Sufficiently so,” returned Mrs. Daniels in a very low tone, however. Then + with a sudden display of energy, “Emily’s figure is not what you would + call plump. I have seen her—” She broke off as if a little startled + at herself and motioned Fanny to go. + </p> + <p> + “Wait a moment,” interposed Mr. Gryce in his soft way. “You said the + girl’s hair and eyes were dark; were they darker than yours?” + </p> + <p> + “O, yes sir;” replied the girl simpering, as she settled the ribbons on + her cap. + </p> + <p> + “Let me see your hair.” + </p> + <p> + She took off her cap with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “Ha, very pretty, very pretty. And the other girls? You have other girls I + suppose?” + </p> + <p> + “Two, sir;” returned Mrs. Daniels. + </p> + <p> + “How about their complexions? Are they lighter too than Emily’s?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; about like Fanny’s.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce spread his hand over his breast in a way that assured me of his + satisfaction, and allowed the girl to go. + </p> + <p> + “We will now proceed to the yard,” said he. But at that moment the door of + the front room opened and a gentleman stepped leisurely into the hall, + whom at first glance I recognized as the master of the house. He was + dressed for the street and had his hat in his hand. At the sight we all + stood silent, Mrs. Daniels flushing up to the roots of her gray hair. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blake is an elegant-looking man as you perhaps know; proud, reserved, + and a trifle sombre. As he turned to come towards us, the light shining + through the windows at our right, fell full upon his face, revealing such + a self-absorbed and melancholy expression, I involuntarily drew back as if + I had unwittingly intruded upon a great man’s privacy. Mr. Gryce on the + contrary stepped forward. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Blake, I believe,” said he, bowing in that deferential way he knows + so well how to assume. + </p> + <p> + The gentleman, startled as it evidently seemed from a reverie, looked + hastily up. Meeting Mr. Gryce’s bland smile, he returned the bow, but + haughtily, and as it appeared in an abstracted way. + </p> + <p> + “Allow me to introduce myself,” proceeded my superior. “I am Mr. Gryce + from the detective bureau. We were notified this morning that a girl in + your employ had disappeared from your house last night in a somewhat + strange and unusual way, and I just stepped over with my man here, to see + if the matter is of sufficient importance to inquire into. With many + apologies for the intrusion, I stand obedient to your orders.” + </p> + <p> + With a frown expressive of annoyance, Mr. Blake glanced around and + detecting Mrs. Daniels, said: “Did you consider the affair so serious as + that?” + </p> + <p> + She nodded, seeming to find it difficult to speak. + </p> + <p> + He remained looking at her with an expression of some doubt. “I can hardly + think,” said he, “such extreme measures were necessary; the girl will + doubtless come back, or if not—” His shoulders gave a slight shrug + and he took out his gloves. + </p> + <p> + “The difficulty seems to be,” quoth Mr. Gryce eyeing those gloves with his + most intent and concentrated look, “that the girl did not go alone, but + was helped away, or forced away, by parties who had previously broken into + your house.” + </p> + <p> + “That is a strange circumstance,” remarked Mr. Blake, but still without + any appearance of interest, “and if you are sure of what you say, demands, + perhaps, some inquiry. I would not wish to put anything in the way of + justice succoring the injured. But—” again he gave that slight shrug + of the shoulders, indicative of doubt, if not indifference. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Daniels trembled, and took a step forward. I thought she was going to + speak, but instead of that she drew back again in her strange hesitating + way. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce did not seem to notice. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps sir,” said he, “if you will step upstairs with me to the room + occupied by this girl, I may be able to show you certain evidences which + will convince you that our errand here is not one of presumption.” + </p> + <p> + “I am ready to concede that without troubling myself with proof,” observed + the master of the house with the faintest show of asperity. “Yet if there + is anything to see of a startling nature, perhaps I had best yield to your + wishes. Whereabouts in the house is this girl’s room, Mrs. Daniels?” + </p> + <p> + “It is—I gave her the third story back, Mr. Blake;” replied that + woman, nervously eyeing his face. “It was large and light for sewing, and + she was so nice—” + </p> + <p> + He impatiently waved his hand on which he had by this time fitted his + glove to a nicety, as if these details were an unnecessary bore to him, + and motioned her to show the way. Instantly a new feeling appeared to + seize her, that of alarm. + </p> + <p> + “I hardly think you need trouble Mr. Blake to go up-stairs,” she murmured, + turning towards Mr. Gryce. “I am sure when you tell him the curtains were + torn, and the chair upset, the window open and—” + </p> + <p> + But Mr. Gryce was already on the stairs with Mr. Blake, whom this small + opposition seemed to have at once determined. + </p> + <p> + “O my God!” she murmured to herself, “who could have foreseen this.” And + ignoring my presence with all the egotism of extreme agitation, she + hurried past me to the room above, where I speedily joined her. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0003" id="linklink2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. THE CONTENTS OF A BUREAU DRAWER + </h2> + <p> + Mr. Blake was standing in the centre of the room when I entered, + carelessly following with his eyes the motion of Mr. Gryce’s finger as + that gentleman pointed with unwearying assiduity to the various little + details that had struck us. His hat was still in his hand, and he + presented a very formidable and imposing appearance, or so Mrs. Daniels + appeared to think as she stood watching him from the corner, whither she + had withdrawn herself. + </p> + <p> + “A forcible departure you see,” exclaimed Mr. Gryce; “she had not even + time to gather up her clothes;” and with a sudden movement he stooped and + pulled out one of the bureau drawers before the eyes of his nonchalant + listener. + </p> + <p> + Immediately a smothered exclamation struck our ears, and Mrs. Daniels + started forward. + </p> + <p> + “I pray, gentlemen,” she entreated, advancing in such a way as to place + herself against the front of the bureau in a manner to preclude the + opening of any more drawers, “that you will remember that a modest woman + such as this girl was, would hardly like to have her clothing displayed + before the eyes of strangers.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce instantly closed the drawer. + </p> + <p> + “You are right,” said he; “pardon the rough ways of a somewhat hardened + officer of the law.” + </p> + <p> + She drew up closer to the bureau, still protecting it with her meagre but + energetic form while her eyes rested with almost a savage expression upon + the master of the house as if he, and not the detective, had been the + aggressor whose advances she feared. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blake did not return the look. + </p> + <p> + “If that is all you can show me, I think I will proceed to my + appointment,” said he. “The matter does seem to be more serious than I + thought, and if you judge it necessary to take any active measures, why, + let no consideration of my great and inherent dislike to notoriety of any + kind, interfere with what you consider your duty. As for the house, it is + at your command, under Mrs. Daniels’ direction. Good morning.” And + returning our bows with one singularly impressive for all its elegant + carelessness, he at once withdrew. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Daniels took one long deep breath and came from the bureau. Instantly + Mr. Gryce stooped and pulled out the drawer she had so visibly protected. + A white towel met our eyes, spread neatly out at its full length. Lifting + it, we looked beneath. A carefully folded dress of dark blue silk, to all + appearance elegantly made, confronted our rather eager eyes. Beside it, a + collar of exquisite lace—I know enough of such matters to be a judge—pricked + through by a gold breast-pin of a strange and unique pattern. A withered + bunch of what appeared to have been a bouquet of red roses, surmounted the + whole, giving to the otherwise commonplace collection the appearance of a + relic from the tomb. + </p> + <p> + We both drew back in some amazement, involuntarily glancing up at Mrs. + Daniels. + </p> + <p> + “I have no explanation to give,” said that woman, with a calmness + strangely in contrast to the agitation she had displayed while Mr. Blake + had remained in the room. “That those things rich as they are, really + belonged to the girl, I have no doubt. She brought them when she came, and + they only confirm what I have before intimated: that she was no ordinary + sewing girl, but a woman who had seen better days.” + </p> + <p> + With a low “humph!” and another glance at the dark blue dress and delicate + collar, Mr. Gryce carefully replaced the cloth he had taken from them, and + softly closed the drawer without either of us having laid a finger upon a + single article. Five minutes later he disappeared from the room. + </p> + <p> + I did not see him again till occasion took me below, when I beheld him + softly issue from Mr. Blake’s private apartment. Meeting me, he smiled, + and I saw that whether he was conscious of betraying it or not, he had + come upon some clue or at the least fashioned for himself some theory with + which he was more or less satisfied. + </p> + <p> + “An elegant apartment, that,” whispered he, nodding sideways toward the + room he had just left, “pity you haven’t time to examine it.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you sure that I haven’t?” returned I, drawing a step nearer to escape + the eyes of Mrs. Daniels who had descended after me. + </p> + <p> + “Quite sure;” and we hastened down together into the yard. + </p> + <p> + But my curiosity once aroused in this way would not let me rest. Taking an + opportunity when Mr. Gryce was engaged in banter with the girls below, and + in this way learning more in a minute of what he wanted to know than some + men would gather in an hour by that or any other method, I stole lightly + back and entered this room. + </p> + <p> + I almost started in my surprise. Instead of the luxurious apartment I had + prepared myself to behold, a plain, scantily-furnished room opened before + me, of a nature between a library and a studio. There was not even a + carpet on the polished floor, only a rug, which strange to say was not + placed in the centre of the room or even before the fireplace, but on one + side, and directly in front of a picture that almost at first blush had + attracted my attention as being the only article in the room worth looking + at. It was the portrait of a woman, handsome, haughty and alluring; a + modern beauty, with eyes of fire burning beneath high piled locks of jetty + blackness, that were only relieved from being too intense by the scarlet + hood of an opera cloak, that was drawn over them. “A sister,” I thought to + myself, “it is too modern for his mother,” and I took a step nearer to see + if I could trace any likeness in the chiselled features of this disdainful + brunette, to the more characteristic ones of the careless gentleman who + had stood but a few moments before in my presence. As I did so, I was + struck with the distance with which the picture stood out from the wall, + and thought to myself that the awkwardness of the framing came near + marring the beauty of this otherwise lovely work of art. As for the + likeness I was in search of, I found it or thought I did, in the + expression of the eyes which were of the same color as Mr. Blake’s but + more full and passionate; and satisfied that I had exhausted all the + picture could tell me, I turned to make what other observations I could, + when I was startled by confronting the agitated countenance of Mrs. + Daniels who had entered behind me. + </p> + <p> + “This is Mr. Blake’s room,” said she with dignity; “no one ever intrudes + here but myself, not even the servants.” + </p> + <p> + “I beg pardon,” said I, glancing around in vain for the something which + had awakened that look of satisfaction in Mr. Gryce’s eyes. “I was + attracted by the beauty of this picture visible through the half open door + and stepped in to favor myself with a nearer view. It is very lovely. A + sister of Mr. Blake?” + </p> + <p> + “No, his cousin;” and she closed the door after us with an emphasis that + proclaimed she was anything but pleased. + </p> + <p> + It was my last effort to obtain information on my own account. In a few + moments later Mr. Gryce appeared from below, and a conversation ensued + with Mrs. Daniels that absorbed my whole attention. + </p> + <p> + “You are very anxious, my man here tells me, that this girl should be + found?” remarked Mr. Gryce; “so much so that you are willing to defray all + the expenses of a search?” + </p> + <p> + She bowed. “As far as I am able sir; I have a few hundreds in the bank, + you are welcome to them. I would not keep a dollar back if I had + thousands, but I am poor, and can only promise you what I myself possess; + though—” and her cheeks grew flushed and hot with an unnatural + agitation—“I believe that thousands would not be lacking if they + were found necessary. I—I could almost swear you shall have anything + in reason which you require; only the girl must be found and soon.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you thought,” proceeded Mr. Gryce, utterly ignoring the wildness of + these statements, “that the girl may come back herself if let alone?” + </p> + <p> + “She will come back if she can,” quoth Mrs. Daniels. + </p> + <p> + “Did she seem so well satisfied with her home as to warrant you in saying + that?” + </p> + <p> + “She liked her home, but she loved me,” returned the woman steadily. “She + loved me so well she would never have gone as she did without being + forced. Yes,” said she, “though she made no outcry and stopped to put on + her bonnet and shawl. She was not a girl to make a fuss. If they had + killed her outright, she would never have uttered a cry.” + </p> + <p> + “Why do you say they?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I am confident I heard more than one man’s voice in her room.” + </p> + <p> + “Humph! Would you know those voices if you heard them again?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + There was a surprise in this last negative which Mr. Gryce evidently + noticed. + </p> + <p> + “I ask,” said he, “because I have been told that Mr. Blake lately kept a + body servant who has been seen to look at this girl more than once, when + she has passed him on the stairs.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Daniels’ face turned scarlet with rage and she hastily rose from the + chair. “I don’t believe it,” said she; “Henry was a man who knew his + place, and—I won’t hear such things,” she suddenly exclaimed; “Emily + was—was a lady, and—” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well,” interposed Mr. Gryce soothingly, “though the cat looks at + the king, it is no sign the king looks at the cat. We have to think of + everything you know.” + </p> + <p> + “You must never think of anything like that.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce softly ran his thumb around the brim of the hat he held in his + hand. “Mrs. Daniels,” observed he, “it would greatly facilitate matters if + you would kindly tell us why you take such an interest in this girl. One + glimpse at her real history would do more towards setting us on the right + track than anything else you could offer.” + </p> + <p> + Her face assumed an unmistakable frown. “Have I not told you,” said she, + “what is known of it? That she came to me about two years ago for work; + that I liked her, and so hired her; that she has been with us ever since + and—” + </p> + <p> + “Then you will not tell us?” exclaimed Mr. Gryce. + </p> + <p> + Her face fell and a look of hesitation crossed it. + </p> + <p> + “I doubt if we can do anything unless you do,” continued he. + </p> + <p> + Her countenance settled again into a resolved expression. + </p> + <p> + “You are mistaken,” said she; “if the girl had a secret—as nearly + all girls have, brought low as she has evidently been—it had nothing + to do with her disappearance, nor would a knowledge of it help you in any + way. I am confident of this and so shall hold my peace.” + </p> + <p> + She was not a woman to be frightened or cajoled into making revelations + she did not think necessary, and seeing it, Mr. Gryce refrained from + urging her further. + </p> + <p> + “However, you will at least tell me this,” said he, “what were the + knick-knacks she took away with her from her bureau drawer?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said she, “for they have nothing to do with her abduction. They were + articles of positive value to her, though I assure you of little + importance to any one else. All that is shown by their disappearance is + the fact that she had a moment’s time allowed her in which to collect what + she most wanted.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce arose. “Well,” said he, “you have given us a hard sum to work + out, but I am not the man to recoil from anything hard. If I can discover + the whereabouts of this girl I will certainly do it, but you must help + me.” + </p> + <p> + “I, how?” + </p> + <p> + “By inserting a personal in the Herald. You say she loves you; and would + come back if she could. Now whether you believe it or not this is open to + doubt; therefore I would advise that you take some such means as that to + inform her of the anxiety of her friends and their desire to communicate + with her.” + </p> + <p> + “Impossible,” she cried vehemently. “I should be afraid—” + </p> + <p> + “Well?” + </p> + <p> + “I might put it that Mrs. D——, anxious about Emily, desires + information of her whereabouts—” + </p> + <p> + “Put it any way you like.” + </p> + <p> + “You had better add,” said I, speaking for the first time, “that you would + be willing to pay for information.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Mr. Gryce, “add that.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Daniels frowned, but made no objection, and after getting as minute a + description as possible of the clothing worn by the girl the night before, + we left the house. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0004" id="linklink2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. THOMPSON’S STORY + </h2> + <p> + “An affair of some mystery,” remarked Mr. Gryce, as we halted at the + corner to take a final look at the house and its environs. “Why a girl + should choose such a method of descent as that,”—and he pointed to + the ladder down which we believed her to have come—“to leave a house + of which she had been an inmate for a year, baffles me, I can tell you. If + it were not for those marks of blood which betray her track, I would be + disinclined to believe any such hare-brained adventure was ever + perpetrated by a woman. As it is, what would’nt I give for her photograph. + Black hair, black eyes, white face and thin figure! what a description + whereby to find a girl in this great city of New York. Ah!” said he with + sudden gratification, “here is Mr. Blake again; his appointment must have + been a failure. Let us see if his description will be any more definite.” + And hurrying towards the advancing figure of that gentleman, he put some + questions to him. + </p> + <p> + Instantly Mr. Blake stopped, looked at him blankly for a moment, then + replied in a tone sufficiently loud for me to hear: + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry, sir, if my description could have done you any good, but I + have not the remotest idea how the girl looked. I did not know till this + morning even, that there was such a person in my house as a sewing-woman. + I leave all such domestic concerns entirely with Mrs. Daniels.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce again bowed low and ventured another question. The answer came + as before, distinctly to my ears. + </p> + <p> + “O, I may have seen her, I can not say about that; I very often run across + the servants in the hall; but whether she is tall or short, light or dark, + pretty or ugly, I know no more than you do, sir.” Then with a dignified + nod calculated to abash a man in Mr. Gryce’s position, inquired, + </p> + <p> + “Is that all?” + </p> + <p> + It did not seem to be, Mr. Gryce put another question. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blake give him a surprised stare before replying, then courteously + remarked, + </p> + <p> + “I do not concern myself with servants after they have left me. Henry was + an excellent valet, but a trifle domineering, something which I never + allow in any one who approaches me. I dismissed him and that was the end + of it, I know nothing of what has become of him.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce bowed and drew back, and Mr. Blake, with the haughty step + peculiar to him, passed by him and reentered his house. + </p> + <p> + “I should not like to get into that man’s clutches,” said I, as my + superior rejoined me; “he has a way of making one appear so small.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce shot an askance look at his shadow gloomily following him along + the pavement. “Yet it may happen that you will have to run the risk of + that very experience.” + </p> + <p> + I glanced towards him in amazement. + </p> + <p> + “If the girl does not turn up of her own accord, or if we do not succeed + in getting some trace of her movements, I shall be tempted to place you + where you can study into the ways of this gentleman’s household. If the + affair is a mystery, it has its centre in that house.” + </p> + <p> + I stared at Mr. Gryce good and roundly. “You have come across something + which I have missed,” observed I, “or you could not speak so positively.” + </p> + <p> + “I have come across nothing that was not in plain sight of any body who + had eyes to see it,” he returned shortly. + </p> + <p> + I shook my head slightly mortified. + </p> + <p> + “You had it all before you,” continued he, “and if you were not able to + pick up sufficient facts on which to base a conclusion, you mustn’t blame + me for it.” + </p> + <p> + More nettled than I would be willing to confess, I walked back with him to + the station, saying nothing then, but inwardly determined to reestablish + my reputation with Mr. Gryce before the affair was over. Accordingly + hunting up the man who had patrolled the district the night before, I + inquired if he had seen any one go in or out of the side gate of Mr. + Blake’s house on ——- street, between the hours of eleven and + one. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said he, “but I heard Thompson tell a curious story this morning + about some one he had seen.” + </p> + <p> + “What was it?” + </p> + <p> + “He said he was passing that way last night about twelve o’clock when he + remarked standing under the lamp on the corner of Second Avenue, a group + consisting of two men and a woman, who no sooner beheld him than they + separated, the men drawing back into Second Avenue and the woman coming + hastily towards him. Not understanding the move, he stood waiting her + approach, when instead of advancing to where he was, she paused at the + gate of Mr. Blake’s house and lifted her hand as if to open it, when with + a wild and terrified gesture she started back, covering her face with her + hands, and before he knew it, had actually fled in the direction from + which she had come. A little startled, Thompson advanced and looked + through the gate before him to see if possible what had alarmed her, when + to his great surprise, he beheld the pale face of the master of the house, + Mr. Blake himself, looking through the bars from the other side of the + gate. He in his turn started back and before he could recover himself, Mr. + Blake had disappeared. He says he tried the gate after that, but found it + locked.” + </p> + <p> + “Thompson tells you this story, does he?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said I, “it’s a pretty wild kind of a tale, and all I have got to + say is, that neither you nor Thompson had better go blabbing it around too + much. Mum is the word where such men as Mr. Blake are concerned.” And I + departed to hunt up Thompson. + </p> + <p> + But he had nothing to add to his statement, except that the girl appeared + to be tall and thin, and was closely wrapped about in a shawl. My next + move was to make such inquiries as I could with safety into the private + concerns of Mr. Blake and his family, and discovered—well, such + facts as these: + </p> + <p> + That Mr. Blake was a man who if he paid but little attention to domestic + affairs was yet rarely seen out of his own house, except upon occasions of + great political importance, when he was always to be found on the platform + at meetings of his constituents. Though to the ordinary observer a man + eminently calculated, from his good looks, fine position, and solid wealth + to enjoy society, he not only manifested a distaste for it, but even went + so far as to refuse to participate in the social dinners of his most + intimate friends; the only table to which he would sit down being that of + some public caterer, where he was sure of finding none but his political + associates assembled. + </p> + <p> + To all appearance he wished to avoid the ladies, a theory borne out by the + fact that never, even in church, on the street, or at any place of + amusement, was he observed with one at his side. This fact in a man, young—he + was not far from thirty-five at that time—rich, and marriageable, + would, however, have been more noteworthy than it was if he had not been + known to belong to a family eminent for their eccentricities. Not a man of + all his race but had possessed some marked peculiarity. His father, + bibliomaniac though he was, would never treat a man or a woman with + decency, who mentioned Shakspeare to him, nor would he acknowledge to his + dying day any excellence in that divine poet beyond a happy way of putting + words together. Mr. Blake’s uncle hated all members of the legal + profession, and as for his grandfather—but you have heard what a + mania of dislike he had against that simple article of diet, fish; how his + friends were obliged to omit it from their bills of fare whenever they + expected him to dinner. If then Mr. Blake chose to have any pet antipathy—as + for women for instance—he surely had precedent enough in his own + family to back him. However, it was whispered in my ear by one gentleman, + a former political colleague of his who had been with him in Washington, + that he was known at one time to show considerable attention to Miss + Evelyn Blake, that cousin of his who has since made such a brilliant thing + of it by marrying, and straightway losing by death, a wealthy old + scapegrace of a French noble, the Count De Mirac. But that was not a + matter to be talked about, Madame the Countess being free at present and + in New York, though to all appearance upon anything but pleasant terms + with her quondam admirer. + </p> + <p> + Remembering the picture I had seen in Mr. Blake’s private apartment, I + asked if this lady was a brunette, and being told she was, and of the most + pronounced type, felt for the moment I had stumbled upon something in the + shape of a clue; but upon resorting to Mr. Gryce with my information, he + shook his head with a short laugh and told me I would have to dive deeper + than that if I wanted to fish up the truth lying at the bottom of this + well. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0005" id="linklink2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. A NEW YORK BELLE + </h2> + <p> + Meanwhile all our efforts to obtain information in regard to the fate or + whereabouts of the missing girl, had so far proved utterly futile. Even + the advertisements inserted by Mrs. Daniels had produced no effect; and + frustrated in my scheme I began to despair, when the accounts of that same + Mrs. Daniels’ strange and unaccountable behavior during these days of + suspense, which came to me through Fanny, (the pretty housemaid at Mr. + Blake’s, whose acquaintance I had lately taken to cultivating,) aroused + once more my dormant energies and led me to ask myself if the affair was + quite as hopeless as it seemed. + </p> + <p> + “If she was a ghost,” was her final expression on the subject, “she + could’nt go peramberlating this house more than she does. It seems as if + she could’nt keep still a minute. Upstairs and down, upstairs and down, + till we’re most wild. And so white as she is and so trembling! Why her + hands shake so all the time she never dares lift a dish off the table. And + then the way she hangs about Mr. Blake’s door when he’s at home! She never + goes in, that’s the oddest part of it, but walks up and down before it, + wringing her hands and talking to herself just like a mad woman. Why, I + have seen her almost put her hand on the knob twice in an afternoon + perhaps, then draw back as if she was afraid it would burn her; and if by + any chance the door opened and Mr. Blake came out, you ought to have seen + how she run. What it all means I don’t know, but I have my imaginings, and + if she is’nt crazy, why—” etc., etc. + </p> + <p> + In face of facts like these I felt it would be pure insanity to despair. + Let there be but a mystery, though it involved a man of the position of + Mr. Blake and I was safe. My only apprehension had been that the whole + affair would dissolve itself into an ordinary elopement or some such + common-place matter. + </p> + <p> + When, therefore, a few minutes later, Fanny announced that Mr. Blake had + ordered a carriage to take him to the Charity Ball that evening, I + determined to follow him and learn if possible what change had taken place + in himself or his circumstances, to lead him into such an innovation upon + his usual habits. Though the hour was late I had but little difficulty in + carrying out my plan, arriving at the Academy something less than an hour + after the opening dance. + </p> + <p> + The crowd was great and I circulated the floor three times before I came + upon him. When I did, I own I was slightly disappointed; for instead of + finding him as I anticipated, the centre of an admiring circle of ladies + and gentlemen, I espied him withdrawn into a corner with a bland old + politician of the Fifteenth Ward, discussing, as I presently overheard, + the merits and demerits of a certain Smith who at that time was making + some disturbance in the party. + </p> + <p> + “If that is all he has come for,” thought I, “I had better have stayed at + home and made love to the pretty Fanny.” And somewhat chagrined, I took up + my stand near by, and began scrutinizing the ladies. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly I felt my heart stand still, the noise of voices ceasing the same + instant behind me. A lady was passing on the arm of a foreign-looking + gentleman, whom it did not require a second glance to identify with the + subject of the portrait in Mr. Blake’s house. Older by some few years than + when her picture was painted, her beauty had assumed a certain defiant + expression that sufficiently betrayed the fact that the years had not been + so wholly happy as she had probably anticipated when she jilted handsome + Holman Blake for the old French Count. At all events so I interpreted the + look of latent scorn that burned in her dark eyes, as she slowly turned + her richly bejeweled head towards the corner where that gentleman stood, + and meeting his eyes no doubt, bowed with a sudden loss of self-possession + that not all the haughty carriage of her noble form, held doubly erect for + the next few moments, could quite conceal or make forgotten. + </p> + <p> + “She still loves him,” I inwardly commented and turned to see if the + surprise had awakened any expression on his uncommunicative countenance. + </p> + <p> + Evidently not, for the tough old politician of the Fifteenth Ward was + laughing, at one of his own jokes probably, and looking up in the face of + Mr. Blake, whose back was turned to me, in a way that entirely precluded + all thought of any tragic expression in that quarter. Somewhat disgusted, + I withdrew and followed the lady. + </p> + <p> + I could not get very near. By this time the presence of a live countess in + the assembly had become known, and I found her surrounded by a swarm of + half-fledged youths. But I cared little for this; all I wanted to know was + whether Mr. Blake would approach her or not during the evening. Tediously + the moments passed; but a detective on duty, or on fancied duty, succumbs + to no weariness. I had a woman before me worth studying and the time could + not be thrown away. I learned to know her beauty; the poise of her head, + the flush of her cheek, the curl of her lip, the glance—yes, the + glance of her eye, though that was more difficult to understand, for she + had a way of drooping her lids at times that, while exceedingly effective + upon the poor wretch toward whom she might be directing that half-veiled + shaft of light, was anything but conducive to my purposes. + </p> + <p> + At length with a restless shrug of her haughty shoulders she turned away + from her crowd of adorers, her breast heaving under its robing of garnet + velvet, and her whole face flaring with a light that might mean resolve + and might mean simply love. I had no need to turn my head to see who was + advancing towards her; her stately attitude as countess, her thrilling + glance as woman, betrayed only too readily. + </p> + <p> + He was the more composed of the two. Bowing over her hand with a few words + I could not hear, he drew back a step and began uttering the usual + common-place sentiments of the occasion. + </p> + <p> + She did not respond. With a splendor of indifference not often seen even + in the manner of our grandest ladies, she waited, opening and shutting her + richly feathered fan, as one who would say, “I know all this has to be + gone through with, therefore I will be patient.” But as the moments + passed, and his tone remained unchanged, I could detect a slight gleam of + impatience flash in the depths of her dark eyes, and a change come into + the conventional smile that had hitherto lighted, without illuminating her + countenance. Drawing still further back from the crowd that was not to be + awed from pressing upon her, she looked around as if seeking a refuge. Her + glance fell upon a certain window, with a gleam of satisfaction. Seeing + they would straightway withdraw there, I took advantage of the moment and + made haste to conceal myself behind a curtain as near that vicinity as + possible. In another instant I heard them approaching. + </p> + <p> + “You seem to be rather overwhelmed with attention to-night,” were the + first words I caught, uttered in Mr. Blake’s calmest and most courteous + tones. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think so?” was the slightly sarcastic reply. “I was just deciding + to the contrary when you came up.” + </p> + <p> + There was a pause. Taking out my knife, I ripped open a seam in the + curtain hanging before me, and looked through. He was eyeing her intently, + a firm look upon his face that made its reserve more marked than common. I + saw him gaze at her handsome head piled with its midnight tresses amid + which the jewels, doubtless of her dead lord, burned with a fierce and + ominous glare, at her smooth olive brow, her partly veiled eyes where the + fire passionately blazed, at her scarlet lips trembling with an emotion + her rapidly flushing cheeks would not allow her to conceal. I saw his + glances fall and embrace her whole elegant form with its casing of ruby + velvet and ornamentation of lace and diamonds, and an expectant thrill + passed through me almost as if I already beheld the mask of his reserve + falling, and the true man flash out in response to the wooing beauty of + this full-blown rose, evidently in waiting for him. But it died away and a + deeper feeling seized me as I saw his glances return unkindled to her + countenance, and heard him say in still more measured accents than before: + </p> + <p> + “Is it possible then that the Countess De Mirac can desire the adulation + of us poor American plebeians? I had not thought it, madame.” + </p> + <p> + Slowly her dark eyes turned towards him; she stood a statue. + </p> + <p> + “But I forget,” he went on, a tinge of bitterness for a moment showing + itself in his smile: “perhaps in returning to her own country, Evelyn + Blake has so far forgotten the last two years as to find pleasure again in + the toys and foibles of her youth. Such things have been, I hear.” And he + bowed almost to the ground in his half sarcastic homage. + </p> + <p> + “Evelyn Blake! It is long since I have heard that name,” she murmured. + </p> + <p> + He could not restrain the quick flush from mounting to his brow. “Pardon + me,” said he, “if it brings you sadness or unwelcome memories. I promise + you I will not so transgress again.” + </p> + <p> + A wan smile crossed her lips grown suddenly pallid. + </p> + <p> + “You mistake,” said she; “if my name brings up a past laden with bitter + memories and shadowed by regret, it also recalls much that is pleasant and + never to be forgotten. I do not object to hearing my girlhood’s name + uttered—by my nearest relative.” + </p> + <p> + The answer was dignity itself. “Your name is Countess De Mirac, your + relatives must be proud to utter it.” + </p> + <p> + A gleam not unlike the lightning’s quick flash shot from the eyes she + drooped before him. + </p> + <p> + “Is it Holman Blake I am listening to,” said she; “I do not recognize my + old friend in the cool and sarcastic man of the world now before me.” + </p> + <p> + “We often fail to recognize the work of our hands, madame, after it has + fallen from our grasp.” + </p> + <p> + “What,” she cried, “do you mean—would you say that—” + </p> + <p> + “I would say nothing,” interrupted he calmly, stooping for the fan she had + dropped. “At an interview which is at once a meeting and a parting, I + would give utterance to nothing which would seem like recrimination. I—” + </p> + <p> + “Wait,” suddenly exclaimed she, reaching out her hand for her fan with a + gesture lofty as it was resolute. “You have spoken a word which demands + explanation; what have I ever done to you that you should speak the word + recrimination to me?” + </p> + <p> + “What? You shook my faith in womankind; you showed me that a woman who had + once told a man she loved him, could so far forget that love as to marry + one she could never respect, for the sake of titles and jewels. You showed + me—” + </p> + <p> + “Hold,” said she again, this time without gesture or any movement, save + that of her lips grown pallid as marble, “and what did you show me?” + </p> + <p> + He started, colored profoundly, and for a moment stood before her unmasked + of his stern self-possession. “I beg your pardon,” said he, “I take back + that word, recrimination.” + </p> + <p> + It was now her turn to lift her head and survey him. With glance less cool + than his, but fully as deliberate, she looked at his proud head bending + before her; studying his face, line by line, from the stern brow to the + closely compressed lips on which melancholy seemed to have set its + everlasting seal, and a change passed over her countenance. “Holman,” said + she, with a sudden rush of tenderness, “if in the times gone by, we both + behaved with too much worldly prudence for it now to be any great pleasure + for either of us to look back, is that any reason why we should mar our + whole future by dwelling too long upon what we are surely still young + enough to bury if not forget? I acknowledge that I would have behaved in a + more ideal fashion, if, after I had been forsaken by you, I had turned my + face from society, and let the canker-worm of despair slowly destroy + whatever life and bloom I had left. But I was young, and society had its + charms, so did the prospect of wealth and position, however hollow they + may have proved; you who are the master of both this day, because twelve + months ago you forsook Evelyn Blake, should be the last to reproach me + with them. I do not reproach you; I only say let the past be forgotten—” + </p> + <p> + “Impossible,” exclaimed he, his whole face darkening with an expression I + could not fathom. “What was done at that time cannot be undone. For you + and me there is no future. Yes,” he said turning towards her as she made a + slight fluttering move of dissent, “no future; we can bury the past, but + we can not resurrect it. I doubt if you would wish to if we could; as we + cannot, of course you will not desire even to converse upon the subject + again. Evelyn I wanted to see you once, but I do not wish to see you + again; will you pardon my plain speaking, and release me?” + </p> + <p> + “I will pardon your plain speaking, but—” Her look said she would + not release him. + </p> + <p> + He seemed to understand it so, and smiled, but very bitterly. In another + moment he had bowed and gone, and she had returned to her crowd of adoring + sycophants. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0006" id="linklink2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. A BIT OF CALICO + </h2> + <p> + It was about this time that I took up my residence in a sort of + lodging-house that occupied the opposite corner to that of Mr. Blake. My + room, as I took pains to have it, overlooked the avenue, and from its + windows I could easily watch the goings and comings of the gentleman whose + movements were daily becoming of more and more interest to me. For set it + down to caprice—and men are often as capricious as women—or + account for it as you will, his restlessness at this period was truly + remarkable. Not a day that he did not spend his time in walking the + streets, and that not in his usual aimless gentlemanly fashion, but + eagerly and with an intent gaze that roamed here and there, like a bird + seeking its prey. It would often be as late as five o’clock before he came + in, and if, as now frequently happened, he did not have company to dinner, + he was even known to start out again after seven o’clock and go over the + same ground as in the morning, looking with strained gaze, that vainly + endeavored to appear unconcerned, into the faces of the women that he + passed. I not unfrequently followed him at these times as much for my own + amusement as from any hope I had of coming upon anything that should aid + me in the work before me. But when he suddenly changed his route of travel + from a promenade in the fashionable thoroughfares of Broadway and + Fourteenth Street to a walk through Chatham Square and the dark, narrow + streets of the East side, I began to scent whom the prey might be that he + was seeking, and putting every other consideration aside, regularly set + myself to dog his steps, as only I, with my innumerable disguises, knew + how to do. For three separate days I kept at his heels wherever he went, + each day growing more and more astonished if not to say hopeful, as I + found myself treading the narrowest and most disreputable streets of the + city; halting at the shops of pawnbrokers; peering into the back-rooms of + liquor shops; mixing with the crowds that infest the corner groceries at + nightfall, and even slinking with hand on the trigger of the pistol I + carried in my pocket, up dark alleys where every door that swung + noiselessly to and fro as we passed, shut upon haunts of such villainy as + only is known to us of the police, or to those good souls that for the + sake of One whose example they follow, lay aside their fears and + sensitiveness to carry light into the dim pits of this wretched world. At + first I thought Mr. Blake might have some such reason for the peculiar + course he took. But his indifference to all crowds where only men were + collected, his silence where a word would have been well received, + convinced me it was a woman he was seeking and that with an intentness + which blinded him to the commonest needs of the hour. I even saw him once + in his hurry and abstraction, step across the body of a child who had + fallen face downward on the stones, and that with an expression showing he + was utterly unconscious of anything but an obstacle in his path. The + strangest part of it all was that he seemed to have no fear. To be sure he + took pains to leave his watch at home; but with such a figure and carriage + as he possessed, the absence of jewelry could never deceive the eye for a + moment as to the fact of his being a man of wealth, and those he went + among would do anything for money. Perhaps, like me, he carried a pistol. + At all events he shunned no spot where either poverty lay hid or deviltry + reigned, his proud stern head bending to enter the lowest doors without a + tremble of the haughty lips that remained compressed as by an iron force; + except when some poor forlorn creature with flaunting head-gear, and + tremulous hands, attracted by his bearing would hastily brush against him, + when he would turn and look, perhaps speak, though what he said I always + failed to catch; after which he would hurry on as if possessed by seven + devils. The evenings of those three days were notable also. Two of them he + spent in the manner I have described; the third he went to the Windsor + House—where the Countess De Mirac had taken rooms—going up to + the ladies’ entrance and actually ringing the bell, only to start back and + walk up and down on the opposite side of the way, with his hands behind + his back, and his head bent, evidently deliberating as to whether he + should or should not carry out his original intention of entering. The + arrival of a carriage with the stately subject of his deliberations, who + from her elaborate costume had seemingly been to some kettledrum or + private reception, speedily put an end to his doubts. As the door opened + to admit her, I saw him cast one look at her heavily draped person, with + its snowy opera-cloak drawn tightly over the sweeping folds of her maize + colored silk, and shrink back with what sounded like a sigh of anger or + distrust, and without waiting for the closing of the door upon her, turn + toward home with a step that hesitated no longer. + </p> + <p> + The fourth day to my infinite chagrin, I was sick and could not go with + him. All I could do was to wrap myself in blankets and sit in my window + from which I had the satisfaction of viewing him start as I supposed upon + his usual course. The rest of the day was employed in a long, dull waiting + for his return, only relieved by casual glimpses of Mrs. Daniels’ troubled + face as she appeared at one window or another of the old-fashioned mansion + before me. She seemed, too, to be unusually restless, opening the windows + and looking out with forlorn cranings of her neck as if she too were + watching for her master. Indeed I have no doubt from what I afterwards + learned, that she was in a state of constant suspense during these days. + Her frequent appearance at the station house, where she in vain sought for + some news of the girl in whose fate she was so absorbed, confirmed this. + Only the day before I gave myself up to my unreserved espionage of Mr. + Blake, she had had an interview with Mr. Gryce in which she had let fall + her apprehensions that the girl was dead, and asked whether if that were + the case, the police would be likely to come into a knowledge of the fact. + Upon being assured that if she had not been privately made way with, there + was every chance in their favor, she had grown a little calmer, but before + going away had so far forgotten herself as to intimate that if some result + was not reached before another fortnight had elapsed, she should take the + matter into her own hands and—She did not say what she would do, but + her looks were of a very menacing character. It was no wonder, then, that + her countenance bore marks of the keenest anxiety as she trod the halls of + that dim old mansion, with its dusky corners rich with bronzes and the + glimmering shine of ancient brocades, breathing suggestions of loss and + wrong; or bent her wrinkled forehead to gaze from the windows for the + coming of one whose footsteps were ever delayed. She happened to be + looking out, when after a longer stroll than usual the master of the house + returned. As he made his appearance at the corner, I saw her hurriedly + withdraw her head and hide herself behind the curtain, from which position + she watched him as with tired steps and somewhat dejected mien, he passed + up the steps and entered the house. Not till the door closed upon him, did + she venture to issue forth and with a hurried movement shut the blinds and + disappear. This anxiety on her part redoubled mine, and thankful enough + was I when on the next day I found myself well enough to renew my + operations. To ferret out this mystery, if mystery it was,—I still + found myself forced to admit the possibility of there being none—had + now become the one ambition of my life; and all because it was not only an + unusually blind one, but of a nature that involved danger to my position + as detective, I entered upon it with a zest rare even to me who love my + work and all it involves with an undivided passion. + </p> + <p> + To equip myself, then, in a fresh disguise and to join Mr. Blake shortly + after he had left his own corner, was anything but a hardship to me that + bright winter morning, though I knew from past experience, a long and + wearisome walk was before me with nothing in all probability at the end + but reiterated disappointment. But for once the fates had willed it + otherwise. Whether Mr. Blake, discouraged at the failure of his own + attempts, whatever they were, felt less heart to prosecute them than usual + I cannot say, but we had scarcely entered upon the lower end of the + Bowery, before he suddenly turned with a look of disgust, and gazing + hurriedly about him, hailed a Madison Avenue car that was rapidly + approaching. I was at that moment on the other side of the way, but I + hurried forward too, and signaled the same car. But just as I was on the + point of entering it I perceived Mr. Blake step hastily back and with his + eyes upon a girl that was hurrying past him with a basket on her arm, + regain the sidewalk with a swiftness that argued his desire to stop her. + Of course I let the car pass me, though I did not dare approach him too + closely after my late conspicuous attempt to enter it with him. But from + my stand on the opposite curb-stone I saw him draw aside the girl, who + from her garments might have been the daughter or wife of any one of the + shiftless, drinking wretches lounging about on the four corners within my + view, and after talking earnestly with her for a few moments, saunter at + her side down Broome Street, still talking. Reckless at this sight of the + consequences which might follow his detection of the part I was playing, I + hasted after them, when I was suddenly disconcerted by observing him + hurriedly separate from the girl and turn towards me with intention as it + were to regain the corner he had left. Weighing in an instant the probable + good to be obtained by following either party, I determined to leave Mr. + Blake for one day to himself, and turn my attention to the girl he had + addressed, especially as she was tall and thin and bore herself with + something like grace. + </p> + <p> + Barely bestowing a glance upon him, then, as he passed, in a vain attempt + to read the sombre expression of his inscrutable face grown five years + older in the last five days, I shuffled after the girl now flitting before + me down Broome Street. As I did so, I noticed her dress to its minutest + details, somewhat surprised to find how ragged and uncouth it was. That + Mr. Blake should stop a girl wherever seen, clad in a black alpaca frock, + a striped shawl and a Bowery hat trimmed with feathers, I could easily + understand; but that this creature with her faded calico dress, dingy cape + thrown carelessly over her head, and ragged basket, should arrest his + attention, was a riddle to me. I hastened forward with intent to catch a + glimpse of her countenance if possible; but she seemed to have acquired + wings to her feet since her interview with Mr. Blake. Darting into a crowd + of hooting urchins that were rushing from Centre Street after a broken + wagon and runaway horse, she sped from my sight with such rapidity, I soon + saw that my only hope of overtaking her lay in running. I accordingly + quickened my steps when those same hooting youngsters getting in the way + of my feet, I tripped up and—well, I own I retired from that field + baffled. Not entirely so, however. Just as I was going down, I caught + sight of the girl tearing away from a box of garbage on the curb-stone; + and when order having been restored, by which lofty statement I mean to + say when your humble servant had regained his equilibrium, I awoke to the + fact that she had effectually disappeared, I hurried to that box and + succeeded in finding hanging to it a bit of rag easily recognized as a + piece of the old calico frock of nameless color which I had been following + a moment before. Regarding it as the sole spoils of a very unsatisfactory + day’s work, I put it carefully away in my pocket book, where it lay till—But + with all my zeal for compression, I must not anticipate. + </p> + <p> + When I came home that afternoon I found myself unexpectedly involved in a + matter that for the remainder of the day at least, prevented me from + further attending to the affair I had in hand. The next morning Mr. Blake + did not start out as usual, and at noon I received intimation from Fanny + that he was preparing to take a journey. Where, she could not inform me, + nor when, though she thought it probable he would take an early train. + Mrs. Daniels was feeling dreadfully, she informed me; and the house was + like a grave. Greatly excited at this unexpected move on Mr. Blake’s part, + I went home and packed my valise with something of the spirit of her who + once said, under somewhat different circumstances I allow, “Whither thou + goest I will go.” + </p> + <p> + The truth was, I had travelled so far and learned so little, that my + professional pride was piqued. That expression of Mr. Gryce still rankled, + and nothing could soothe my injured spirit now but success. Accordingly + when Mr. Blake stepped up to the ticket office of the Hudson River + Railroad next morning, to buy a ticket for Putney, a small town in the + northern part of Vermont, he found beside him a spruce young drummer, or + what certainly appeared such, who by some strange coincidence, wanted a + ticket for the same place. The fact did not seem in the least to surprise + him, nor did he cast me a look beyond the ordinary glance of one stranger + at another. Indeed Mr. Blake had no appearance of being a suspicious man, + nor do I think at this time, he had the remotest idea that he was either + watched or followed; an ignorance of the truth which I took care to + preserve by taking my seat in a different car from him and not showing + myself again during the whole ride from New York to Putney. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0007" id="linklink2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. THE HOUSE AT THE GRANBY CROSS ROADS + </h2> + <p> + Why Mr. Blake should take a journey at all at this time, and why of all + places in the world he should choose such an insignificant town as Putney + for his destination, was of course the mystery upon which I brooded during + the entire distance. But when somewhere near five in the afternoon I + stepped from the cars on to the platform at Putney Station only to hear + Mr. Blake making inquiries in regard to a certain stage running between + that town and a still smaller village further east, I own I was not only + surprised but well-nigh nonplussed. Especially as he seemed greatly + disappointed to hear that it only ran once a day, and then for an earlier + train in the morning. + </p> + <p> + “You will have to wait till to-morrow I fear,” said the ticket agent, + “unless the landlord of the hotel down yonder, can harness you up a team. + There is a funeral out west to-day and—” + </p> + <p> + I did not wait to hear more but hurried down to the hotel he had pointed + out, and hunting up the landlord inquired if for love or money he could + get me any sort of a conveyance for Melville that afternoon. He assured me + it would be impossible, the livery stable as well as his own being + entirely empty. + </p> + <p> + “Such a thing don’t happen here once in five years,” said he to me. “But + the old codger who is dead, though a queer dick was a noted personage in + these parts, and not a man, woman or child, who could find a horse, mule + or donkey, but what availed himself of the privilege. Even the doctor’s + spavined mare was pressed into service, though she halts on one leg and + stops to get her breath half a dozen times in going up one short hill. You + will have to wait for the stage, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “But I am in a hurry,” said I as I saw Mr. Blake enter. “I have business + in Melville tonight, and I would pay anything in reason to get there.” + </p> + <p> + But the landlord only shook his head; and drawing back with the air of an + abused man, I took up my stand in the doorway where I could hear the same + colloquy entered into with Mr. Blake, with the same unsatisfactory + termination. He did not take it quite as calmly as I did, though he was of + too reserved a nature to display much emotion over anything. The prospect + of a long tedious evening spent in a country hotel seemed almost + unendurable to him, but he finally succumbed to the force of + circumstances, as indeed he seemed obliged to do, and partaking of such + refreshment as the rather poorly managed hotel afforded, retired without + ceremony to his room, from which he did not emerge again till next + morning. In all this he had somehow managed not to give his name; and by + means of some inquiries I succeeded in making that evening, I found his + person was unknown in the town. + </p> + <p> + By a little management I secured the next room to his, by which + arrangement I succeeded in passing a sleepless night, Mr. Blake spending + most of the wee sma’ hours in pacing the floor of his room, with an + unremitting regularity that had anything but a soothing effect upon my + nerves. Early the next morning we took the stage, he sitting on the back + seat, and I in front with the driver. There were other passengers, but I + noticed he never spoke to any of them, nor through all the long drive did + he once look up from the corner where he had ensconced himself. It was + twelve o’clock when we reached the end of the route, a small town of + somewhat less than the usual pretensions of mountain villages; so + insignificant indeed, that I found it more and more difficult to imagine + what the wealthy ex-Congressman could find in such a spot as this, to make + amends for a journey of such length and discomfort; when to my increasing + wonder I heard him give orders for a horse to be saddled and brought round + to the inn door directly after dinner. This was a move I had not expected + and it threw me a little aback, for although I had thus far managed to + hold myself so aloof from Mr. Blake, even while keeping him under my eye, + that no suspicion of my interest in his movements had as yet been + awakened, how could I thus for the third time follow his order with one + precisely similar, without attracting an attention that would be fatal to + my plans. Yet to let him ride off alone now, would be to drop the trail at + the very moment the scent became of importance. + </p> + <p> + The landlord, a bustling, wiry little man all nervousness and questions, + unwittingly helped me at this crisis. + </p> + <p> + “Are you going on to Perry, sir?” inquired he of that gentleman, “I have + been expecting a man along these three days bound for Perry.” + </p> + <p> + “I am that man,” I broke in, stepping forward with some appearance of + asperity, “and I hope you won’t keep me waiting. A horse as soon as dinner + is over, do you hear? I am two days late now, and won’t stand any + nonsense.” + </p> + <p> + And to escape the questions sure to follow, I strode into the dining-room + with a half-fierce, half-sullen countenance, that effectually precluded + all advances. During the meal I saw Mr. Blake’s eye roam more than once + towards my face; but I did not return his gaze, or notice him in any way; + hurrying through my dinner, and mounting the first horse brought around, + as if time were my only consideration. But once on the road I took the + first opportunity to draw rein and wait, suddenly remembering that I had + not heard Mr. Blake give any intimation of the direction he intended + taking. A few minutes revealed to me his elegant form well mounted and + showing to perfection in his closely buttoned coat, slowly approaching up + the road. Taking advantage of a rise in the ground, I lingered till he was + almost upon me, when I cantered quickly on, fearing to arouse his + apprehensions if I allowed him to pass me on a road so solitary as that + which now stretched out before us: a move provocative of much embarassment + to me, as I dared not turn my head for the same reason, anxious as I was + to keep him in sight. + </p> + <p> + The roads dividing before me, at length gave me my first opportunity to + pause and look back. He was some fifty paces behind. Waiting till he came + up, I bowed with the surly courtesy I thought in keeping with the + character I had assumed, and asked if he knew which road led towards + Perry, saying I had come off in such haste I had forgotten to inquire my + way. He returned my bow, pointed towards the left hand road and saying, “I + know this does not,” calmly took it. + </p> + <p> + Now here was a dilemma. If in face of this curt response I proceeded to + follow him, my hand was revealed at once; yet the circumstances would + admit of no other course. I determined to compromise matters by pretending + to take the right hand road till he was out of sight, when I would return + and follow him swiftly upon the left. Accordingly I reined my horse to the + right, and for some fifteen minutes galloped slowly away towards the + north; but another fifteen saw me facing the west, and riding with a force + and fury of which I had not thought the old mare they had given me + capable, till I put her to the test. It was not long before I saw my fine + gentleman trotting in front of me up a long but gentle slope that rose in + the distance; and slackening my own rein, I withdrew into the forest at + the side of the road, till he had passed its summit and disappeared, when + I again galloped forward. + </p> + <p> + And thus we went on for an hour, over the most uneven country I ever + traversed, he always one hill ahead; when suddenly, by what instinct I + cannot determine, I felt myself approaching the end, and hastening to the + top of the ascent up which I was then laboring, looked down into the + shallow valley spread out before me. + </p> + <p> + What a sight met my eyes if I had been intent on anything less practical + than the movements of the solitary horseman below! Hills on hills piled + about a verdant basin in whose depths nestled a scanty collection of + houses, in number so small they could be told upon the fingers of the + right hand, but which notwithstanding lent an indescribable aspect of + comfort to this remote region of hill and forest. + </p> + <p> + But the vision of Mr. Blake pausing half way down the slope before me, + examining, yes examining a pistol which he held in his hand, soon put an + end to all ideas of romance. Somewhat alarmed I reined back; but his + action had evidently no connection with me, for he did not once glance + behind him, but kept his eye on the road which I now observed took a short + turn towards a house of so weird and ominous an appearance that I scarcely + marvelled at his precaution. + </p> + <p> + Situated on a level track of land at the crossing of three roads, its + spacious front, rude and unpainted as it was, presented every appearance + of an inn, but from its moss-grown chimneys no smoke arose, nor could I + detect any sign of life in its shutterless windows and closed doors, + across which shivered the dark shadow of the one gaunt and aged pine, that + stood like a guard beside its tumbled-down porch. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blake seemed to have been struck by the same fact concerning its + loneliness, for hurriedly replacing his pistol in his breast pocket, he + rode slowly forward. I instantly conceived the plan of striking across the + belt of underbrush that separated me from this old dwelling, and by taking + my stand opposite its front, intercept a view of Mr. Blake as he + approached. Hastily dismounting, therefore, I led my horse into the bushes + and tied her to a tree, proceeding to carry out my plan on foot. I was so + far successful as to arrive at the further edge of the wood, which was + thick enough to conceal my presence without being too dense to obstruct my + vision, just as Mr. Blake passed on his way to this solitary dwelling. He + was looking very anxious, but determined. Turning my eyes from him, I took + another glance at the house, which by this movement I had brought directly + before me. It was even more deserted-looking than I had thought; its + unpainted front with its double row of blank windows meeting your gaze + without a response, while the huge old pine with half its limbs dismantled + of foliage, rattled its old bones against its sides and moaned in its aged + fashion like the solitary retainer of a dead race. + </p> + <p> + I own I felt the cold shivers creep down my back as that creaking sound + struck my ears, though as the day was chill with an east wind I dare say + it was more the effect of my sudden cessation from exercise, than of any + superstitious awe I felt. Mr. Blake seemed to labor under no such + impressions. Riding up to the front door he knocked without dismounting, + on its dismal panels with his riding whip. No response was heard. Knitting + his brows impatiently, he tried the latch: the door was locked. Hastily + running his eye over the face of the building, he drew rein and proceeded + to ride around the house, which he could easily do owing to the absence of + every obstruction in the way of fence or shrubbery. Finding no means of + entrance he returned again to the front door which he shook with an + impatient hand that however produced no impression upon the trusty lock, + and recognizing, doubtless, the futility of his endeavors, he drew back, + and merely pausing to give one other look at its deserted front, turned + his horse’s head, and to my great amazement, proceeded with sombre mien + and clouded brow to retake the road to Melville. + </p> + <p> + This old inn or decayed homestead was then the object of his lengthened + and tedious journey; this ancient house rotting away among the bleak hills + of Vermont, the bourne towards which his steps had been tending for these + past two days. I could not understand it. Rapidly emerging from the spot + where I had secreted myself, I in my turn made a circuit of the house, if + happily I should discover some loophole of entrance which had escaped his + attention. But every door and window was securely barred, and I was about + to follow his example and leave the spot, when I saw two or three children + advancing towards me down the cross roads, gaily swinging their school + books. I noticed they hesitated and huddled together as they approached + and saw me, but not heeding this, I accosted them with a pleasant word or + so, then pointing over my shoulder to the house behind, asked who lived + there. Instantly their already pale faces grew paler. + </p> + <p> + “Why,” cried one, a boy, “don’t you know? That is where the two wicked men + lived who stole the money out of the Rutland bank. They were put in + prison, but they got away and—” + </p> + <p> + Here, the other, a little girl, plucked him by the sleeve with such + affright, that he himself took alarm and just giving me one quick stare + out of his wide eyes, grasped his companion by the hand and took to his + heels. As for myself I stood rooted to the ground in my astonishment. This + blank, sleepy old house the home of the notorious Schoenmakers after whom + half of the detectives of the country were searching? I could scarcely + credit my own ears. True I now remembered they had come from these parts, + still— + </p> + <p> + Turning round I eyed the house once more. How altered it looked to me! + What a murderous aspect it wore, and how dismally secret were the tight + shut windows and closely fastened doors, on one of which a rude cross + scrawled in red chalk met the eye with a mysterious significance. Even the + old pine had acquired the villainous air of the uncanny repositor of + secrets too dreadful to reveal, as it groaned and murmured to itself in + the keen east wind. Dark deeds and foul wrong seemed written all over the + fearful place, from the long strings of black moss that clung to the + worm-eaten eaves, to the worn stone with its great blotch of something,—could + it have been blood?—that served as a threshold to the door. Suddenly + with the quickness of lightning the thought flashed across me, what could + Mr. Blake, the aristocratic representative of New York’s oldest family, + have wanted in this nest of infamy? What errand of hope, fear, despair, + avarice or revenge, could have brought this superior gentleman with his + refined tastes and proudly reticent manners, so many miles from home, to + the forsaken den of a brace of hardy villains whose name for two years + now, had stood as the type of all that was bold, bad and lawless, and for + whom during the last six weeks the prison had yawned, and the gallows + hungered. Contemplation brought no reply, and shocked at my own thoughts, + I put the question by for steadier brains than mine; and instead of trying + further to solve it, cast about how I was to gain entrance into this + deserted building; for to enter it I was more than ever determined, now + that I had heard to whom it had once belonged. + </p> + <p> + Examining with a glance the several roads that branched off in every + direction from where I stood, I found them all equally deserted. Even the + school children had disappeared in some one of the four or five houses + scattered in the remote distance. + </p> + <p> + If I was willing to enter upon any daring exploit, there was no one to + observe or interrupt. I resolved to make the attempt with which my mind + was full. This was to climb the old tree, and from one of the two or three + branches that brushed against the house, gain entrance at an open garret + window that stared at me from amid the pine’s dark needles. Taking off my + coat with a sigh over the immaculate condition of my new cassimere + trousers, I bent my energies to the task. A difficult one you will say for + a city lad, but thanks to fortune I was not brought up in New York, and + know how to climb trees with the best. With little more than a scratch or + so, I reached the window of which I have spoken, and after a moment spent + in regaining my breath, gave one spring and accomplished my purpose. I + alighted upon a heap of broken glass in a large bare room. An ominous + chill at once struck to my heart. Though I am anything but a sensitive man + as far as physical impressions are concerned, there was something in the + hollow echo that arose from the four blank walls about me as my feet + alighted on that rough, uncarpeted floor, that struck a vague chill + through my blood, and I actually hesitated for the moment whether to + pursue the investigations I had promised myself, or beat a hasty retreat. + A glance at the huge distorted limbs swaying across the square of the open + window decided me. It was easy to enter by means of that unsteady support, + but it would be extremely unsafe to venture forth in that way. If I prized + life and limb I must seek some other method of egress. I at once put my + apprehensions in my pocket and entered upon my self imposed task. + </p> + <p> + A single glance was sufficient to exhaust the resources of the empty + garret in which I found myself. Two or three old chairs piled in one + corner, a rusty stove or so, a heap of tattered and decaying clothing, + were all that met my gaze. Taking my way, then, at once to the ladder, + whose narrow ends projecting above a hole in the garret floor, seemed to + proffer the means of reaching the rooms below, I proceeded to descend into + what to my excited imagination looked like a gulf of darkness. It proved, + however, to be nothing more nor less than an unlighted hall of small + dimensions, with a stair-case at one end and a door at the other, which, + upon opening I found myself in a large, square room whose immense + four-post bedstead entirely denuded of its usual accompaniments of bed and + bolster at once struck my eye and for a moment held it enchained. There + were other articles in the room; a disused bureau, a rocking chair, even a + table, but nothing had such a ghostly look as that antique bedstead with + its curtains of calico tied back over its naked framework, like rags + draped from the bare bones of a skeleton. Passing hurriedly by, I tried a + closet door or so, finding little, however, to reward my search; and eager + to be done with what was every moment becoming more and more drearisome, I + hastened across the floor to the front of the house where I found another + hall and a row of rooms that, while not entirely stripped of furniture, + were yet sufficiently barren to offer little encouragement to my + curiosity. One only, a small but not uncomfortable apartment, showed any + signs of having been occupied within a reasonable length of time; and as I + paused before its hastily spread bed, thrown together as only a man would + do it, and wondering why the room was so dark, looked up and saw that the + window was entirely covered by an old shawl and a couple of heavy coats + that had been hastily nailed across it, I own I felt my hand go to my + breast pocket almost as if I expected to see the wild faces of the dreaded + Schoenmakers start up all aglare from one of the dim corners before me. + Rushing to the window, I tore down with one sweep of my arm both coat and + shawl, and with a start discovered that the window still possessed its + draperies in the shape of a pair of discolored and tattered curtains tied + with ribbons that must once have been brilliant and cheery of color. + </p> + <p> + Nor was this the only sign in the room of a bygone presence that had + possessed a taste for something beyond the mere necessities of life. On + the grim coarsely papered wall hung more than one picture; cut from + pictorial newspapers to be sure, but each and every one, if I may be + called a judge of such matters, possessing some quality of expression to + commend it to a certain order of taste. They were all strong pictures. + Vivid faces of men and women in daring positions; a hunter holding back a + jaguar from his throat; a soldier protecting his comrade from the stroke; + and most striking of all, a woman lissome as she was powerful, starting + aghast and horror stricken from—what? I could not tell; a rough hand + had stripped the remainder of the picture from the wall. + </p> + <p> + A bit of candle and a half sheet of a newspaper lay on the floor. I picked + up the paper. It was a Rutland Herald and bore the date of two days + before. As I read I realized what I had done. If these daring robbers were + not at this very moment in the house, they had been there, and that within + two or three days. The broken panes of glass in the garret above were now + explained. I was not the first one who had climbed that creaking pine tree + this fall. + </p> + <p> + Something like a sensible dread of a very possible danger now seized hold + of me. If I had stumbled upon these strangely subtile, yet devilishly bold + creatures in their secret lair, the pistol I carried was not going to save + me. Shut in like a fox in a hole, I had little to hope for, if they once + made their appearance at the stairhead or came upon me from any of the dim + halls of the crazy old dwelling, which I now began to find altogether too + large for my comfort. Stealing cautiously forth from the room in which I + had found so much to disconcert me, I crept towards the front staircase + and listened. All was deathly quiet. The old pine tree moaned and twisted + without, and from time to time the wind came sweeping down the chimney + with an unearthly shrieking sound that was weirdly in keeping with the + place. But within and below all was still as the tomb, and though in no + ways reassured, I determined to descend and have the suspense over at + once. I did so, pistol in hand and ears stretched to their utmost to catch + the slightest rustle, but no sound came to disturb me, nor did I meet on + this lower floor the sign of any other presence in the house but my own. + Passing hastily through what appeared to be a sort of rude parlor, I + stepped into the kitchen and tried one of the windows. Finding I could + easily lift it from the inside, I drew my breath with ease for the first + time since I had alighted among the broken glass above, and turning back, + deliberately opened the door of the kitchen stove, and looked in. As I + half expected, I found a pile of partly charred rags, showing where the + wretches had burned their prison clothing, and proceeding further, picked + up from the ashes a ring which whether or not they were conscious of + having attempted to destroy in this way I cannot say, but which I + thankfully put in my pocket against the day it might be required as proof. + </p> + <p> + Discerning nothing more in that quarter inviting interest, I asked myself + if I had nerve to descend into the cellar. Finally concluding that that + was more than could be expected from any man in my position, I gave one + look of farewell to the damp and desolate walls about me, then with a + breath of relief jumped from the kitchen window again into the light and + air of day. As I did so I could swear I heard a door within that old house + swing on its hinges and softly close. With a thrill I recognized the fact + that it came from the cellar. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + * * * * +</pre> + <p> + My thoughts on the road back to Melville were many and conflicting. Chief + above them all, however, rose the comfortable conclusion that in the + pursuit of one mysterious affair, I had stumbled, as is often the case, + upon the clue to another of yet greater importance, and by so doing got a + start that might yet redound greatly to my advantage. For the reward + offered for the recapture of the Schoenmakers was large, and the + possibility of my being the one to put the authorities upon their track, + certainly appeared after this day’s developements, open at least to a very + reasonable hope. At all events I determined not to let the grass grow + under my feet till I had informed the Superintendent of what I had seen + and heard that day in the old haunt of these two escaped convicts. + </p> + <p> + Arrived at the public house in Melville, and learning that Mr. Blake had + safely returned there an hour before, I drew the landlord to one side and + asked what he could tell me about that old house of the two noted robbers + Schoenmaker, I had passed on my way back among the hills. + </p> + <p> + “Wa’al now,” replied he, “this is curious. Here I’ve just been answering + the gentleman up stairs a heap of questions concerning that self same old + place, and now you come along with another batch of them; just as if that + rickety old den was the only spot of interest we had in these parts.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps that may be the truth,” I laughed. “Just now when the papers are + full of these rogues, anything concerning them must be of superior + interest of course.” And I pressed him again to give me a history of the + house and the two thieves who had inhabited it. + </p> + <p> + “Wa’al,” drawled he “‘taint much we know about them, yet after all it may + be a trifle too much for their necks some day. Time was when nobody + thought especial ill of them beyond a suspicion or so of their being + somewhat mean about money. That was when they kept an inn there, but when + the robbery of the Rutland bank was so clearly traced to them, more than + one man about here started up and said as how they had always suspected + them Shoenmakers of being villains, and even hinted at something worse + than robbery. But nothing beyond that one rascality has yet been proved + against them, and for that they were sent to jail for twenty years as you + know. Two months ago they escaped, and that is the last known of them. A + precious set, too, they are; the father being only so much the greater + rogue than the son as he is years older.” + </p> + <p> + “And the inn? When was that closed?” + </p> + <p> + “Just after their arrest.” + </p> + <p> + “Has’nt it been opened since?” + </p> + <p> + “Only once when a brace of detectives came up from Troy to investigate, as + they called it.” + </p> + <p> + “Who has the key?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, that’s more than I can tell you.” + </p> + <p> + I dared not ask how my questions differed from those of Mr. Blake, nor + indeed touch upon that point in any way. I was chiefly anxious now to + return to New York without delay; so paying my bill I thanked the + landlord, and without waiting for the stage, remounted my horse and + proceeded at once to Putney where I was fortunate enough to catch the + evening train. By five o’clock next morning I was in New York where I + proceeded to carry out my programme by hastening at once to headquarters + and reporting my suspicions regarding the whereabouts of the Schoenmakers. + The information was received with interest and I had the satisfaction of + seeing two men despatched north that very day with orders to procure the + arrest of the two notable villains wherever found. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0008" id="linklink2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. A WORD OVERHEARD + </h2> + <p> + That evening I had a talk with Fanny over the area gate. She came out when + she saw me approach, with her eyes staring and her whole form in a + flutter. + </p> + <p> + “O,” she cried, “such things as I have heard this day!” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said I, “what? let me hear too.” She put her hand on her heart. “I + never was so frightened,” whispered she, “I thought I should have fainted + right away. To hear that elegant lady use such a word as crime,—” + </p> + <p> + “What elegant lady?” interrupted I. “Don’t begin in the middle of your + story, that’s a good girl; I want to hear it all.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said she, calming down a little, “Mrs. Daniels had a visitor + to-day, a lady. She was dressed—” + </p> + <p> + “O, now,” interrupted I for the second time, “you can leave that out. Tell + me what her name was and let the fol-de-rols go.” + </p> + <p> + “Her name?” exclaimed the girl with some sharpness, “how should I know her + name; she did’nt come to see me.” + </p> + <p> + “How did she look then? You saw her I suppose?” + </p> + <p> + “And was’nt that what I was telling you, when you stopped me. She looked + like a queen, that she did; as grand a lady as ever I see, in her velvet + dress sweeping over the floor, and her diamonds as big as—” + </p> + <p> + “Was she a dark woman?” I asked. + </p> + <p> + “Her hair was black and so were her eyes, if that is what you mean.” + </p> + <p> + “And was she very tall and proud looking?” + </p> + <p> + The girl nodded. “You know her?” whispered she. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said I, “not exactly; but I think I can tell who she is. And so she + called to-day on Mrs. Daniels, did she.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but I guess she knew master would be home before she got away.” + </p> + <p> + “Come,” said I, “tell me all about it; I’m getting impatient.” + </p> + <p> + “And ain’t I telling you?” said she. “It was about three o’clock this + afternoon, the time I go up stairs to dress, so I just hangs about in the + hall a bit, near the parlor door, and I hear her gossiping with Mrs. + Daniels almost as if she was an old friend, and Mrs. Daniels answering her + mighty stiffly and as if she was’nt glad to see her at all. But the lady + didn’t seem to mind, but went on talking as sweet as honey, and when they + came out, you would have thought she loved the old woman like a sister to + see her look into her face and say something about knowing how busy she + was, but that it would give her so much pleasure if she would come some + day to see her and talk over old times. But Mrs. Daniels was’nt pleased a + bit and showed plain enough she did’nt like the lady, fine as she was in + her ways. She was going to answer her too, but just then the front door + opened and Mr. Blake with his satchel in his hand, came into the house. + And how he did start, to be sure, when he saw them, though he tried to say + something perlite which she did’nt seem to take to at all, for after + muttering something about not expecting to see him, she put her hand on + the knob and was going right out. But he stopped her and they went into + the parlor together while Mrs. Daniels stood staring after them like one + mad, her hand held out with his bag and umbrella in it, stiff as a statter + in the Central Park. She did’nt stand so long, though, but came running + down the hall, as if she was bewitched. I was dreadful flustered, for + though I was hid behind the wall that juts out there by the back stairs, I + was afraid she would see me and shame me before Mr. Blake. But she passed + right by and never looked up. ‘There is something dreadful mysterious in + this,’ thought I, and I just made up my mind to stay where I was till Mr. + Blake and the lady should come out again from the parlor. I did’nt have to + wait very long. In a few minutes the door opened and they stepped out, he + ahead and she coming after. I thought this was queer, he is always so + dreadful perlite in his ways, but I thought it was a deal queerer when I + saw him go up the front stairs, she hurrying after, looking I cannot tell + you how, but awful troubled and anxious, I should say. + </p> + <p> + “They went into that room of his he calls his studio and though I knew it + might cost me my place if I was found out, I could’nt help following and + listening at the keyhole.” + </p> + <p> + “And what did you hear?” I asked, for she paused to take breath. + </p> + <p> + “Well, the first thing I heard was a cry of pleasure from her, and the + words, ‘You keep that always before you? You cannot dislike me, then, as + much as you pretend.’ I don’t know what she meant nor what he did, but he + stepped across the room and I heard her cry out this time as if she was + hurt as well as awful surprised; and he talked and talked, and I could’nt + catch a word, he spoke so low; and by and by she sobbed just a little, and + I got scared and would have run away but she cried out with a kind of + shriek, ‘O, don’t say any more; to think that crime should come into our + family, the proudest in the land. How could you, Holman, how could you.’ + Yes,” the girl went on, flushing in her excitement till she was as red as + the cherry ribbons in her cap, “those were the very words she used: ‘To + think that crime should come into our family! the proudest one in the + land!’ And she called him by his first name, and asked him how he could do + it.” + </p> + <p> + “And what did Mr. Blake say?” returned I, a little taken back myself at + this result of my efforts with Fanny. + </p> + <p> + “O, I did’nt wait to hear. I did’nt wait for anything. If folks was going + to talk about such things as that, I thought I had better be anywhere than + listening at the keyhole. I went right up stairs I can tell you.” + </p> + <p> + “And whom have you told of what you heard in the half dozen hours that + have gone by?” + </p> + <p> + “Nobody; how could you think so mean of me when I promised, and—” + </p> + <p> + It is not necessary to go any further into this portion of the interview. + </p> + <p> + The Countess De Mirac possessed to its fullest extent the present fine + lady’s taste for bric-a-brac. So much I had learned in my inquiries + concerning her. Remembering this, I took the bold resolution of profiting + by this weakness of hers to gain admission to her presence, she being the + only one sharing Mr. Blake’s mysterious secret. Borrowing a valuable + antique from a friend of mine at that time in the business, I made my + appearance the very next day at her apartments, and sending in an urgent + request to see Madame, by the trim negress who answered my summons, waited + in some doubt for her reply. + </p> + <p> + It came all too soon; Madame was ill and could see no one. I was not, + however, to be baffled by one rebuff. Handing the basket I held to the + girl, I urged her to take it in and show her mistress what it contained, + saying it was a rare article which might never again come her way. + </p> + <p> + The girl complied, though with a doubtful shake of the head which was + anything but encouraging. Her incredulity, however, must have been + speedily rebuked, for she almost immediately returned without the basket, + saying Madame would see me. + </p> + <p> + My first thoughts upon entering the grand lady’s presence, was that the + girl had been mistaken, for I found the Countess walking the floor in an + abstracted way, drying a letter she had evidently but just completed, by + shaking it to and fro with an unsteady hand; the placque I had brought, + lying neglected on the table. + </p> + <p> + But at sight of my respectful form standing with bent head in the doorway, + she hurriedly thrust the letter into a book and took up the placque. As + she did so I marked her well and almost started at the change I observed + in her since that evening at the Academy. It was not only that she was + dressed in some sort of loose dishabille that was in eminent contrast to + the sweeping silks and satins in which I had hitherto beheld her adorned; + or that she was laboring under some physical disability that robbed her + dark cheek of the bloom that was its chiefest charm. The change I observed + went deeper than that; it was more as if a light had been extinguished in + her countenance. It was the same woman I had beheld standing like a + glowing column of will and strength before the melancholy form of Mr. + Blake, but with the will and strength gone, and with them all the glow. + </p> + <p> + “She no longer hopes,” thought I, and already felt repaid for my trouble. + </p> + <p> + “This is a very pretty article you have brought me,” said she with + something of the unrestrained love of art which she undoubtedly possessed, + showing itself through all her languor. “Where did it come from, and what + recommendations have you, to prove it is an honest sale you offer me?” + </p> + <p> + “None,” returned I, ignoring with a reassuring smile the first question, + “except that I should not be afraid if all the police in New York knew I + was here with this fine placque for sale.” + </p> + <p> + She gave a shrug of her proud shoulder that bespoke the French Countess + and softly ran her finger round the edge of the placque. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t need anything more of this kind,” said she languidly; “besides,” + and she set it down with a fretful air, “I am in no mood to buy this + afternoon.” Then shortly, “What do you ask for it?” + </p> + <p> + I named a fabulous price. + </p> + <p> + She started and cast me a keen glance. “You had better take it to some one + else; I have no money to throw away.” + </p> + <p> + With a hesitating hand I lifted the placque towards the basket. “I would + very much like to sell it to you,” said I. “Perhaps—” + </p> + <p> + Just then a lady’s fluttering voice rose from the room beyond inquiring + for the Countess, and hurriedly taking the placque from my hand with an + impulsive “O there’s Amy,” she passed into the adjoining apartment, + leaving the door open behind her. + </p> + <p> + I saw a quick interchange of greetings between her and a fashionably + dressed lady, then they withdrew to one side with the ornament I had + brought, evidently consulting in regard to its merits. Now was my time. + The book in which she had placed the letter she had been writing lay on + the table right before me, not two inches from my hand. I had only to + throw back the cover and my curiosity would be satisfied. Taking advantage + of a moment when their backs were both turned, I pressed open the book + with a careful hand, and with one eye on them and one on the sheet before + me, managed to read these words:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + MY DEAREST CECILIA. + + I have tried in vain to match the sample you sent me at Stewart’s, + Arnold’s and McCreery’s. If you still insist upon making up the + dress in the way you propose, I will see what Madame Dudevant can + do for us, though I cannot but advise you to alter your plans and + make the darker shade of velvet do. I went to the Cary reception + last night and met Lulu Chittenden. She has actually grown old, + but was as lively as ever. She created a great stir in Paris when + she was there; but a husband who comes home two o’clock in the + morning with bleared eyes and empty pockets, is not conducive to + the preservation of a woman’s beauty. How she manages to retain + her spirits I cannot imagine. You ask me news of cousin Holman. I + meet him occasionally and he looks well, but has grown into the + most sombre man you ever saw. In regard to certain hopes of which + you have sometimes made mention, let me assure you they are no + longer practicable. He has done what— +</pre> + <p> + Here the conversation ceased in the other room, the Countess made a + movement of advance and I closed the book with an inward groan over my + ill-luck. + </p> + <p> + “It is very pretty,” said she with a weary air; “but as I remarked before, + I am not in the buying mood. If you will take half you mention, I may + consider the subject, but—” + </p> + <p> + “Pardon me, Madame,” I interrupted, being in no wise anxious to leave the + placque behind me, “I have been considering the matter and I hold to my + original price. Mr. Blake of Second Avenue may give it to me if you do + not.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Blake!” She eyed me suspiciously. “Do you sell to him?” + </p> + <p> + “I sell to anyone I can,” replied I; “and as he has an artist’s eye for + such things—” + </p> + <p> + Her brows knitted and she turned away. “I do not want it;” said she, “sell + it to whom you please.” + </p> + <p> + I took up the placque and left the room. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0009" id="linklink2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. A FEW GOLDEN HAIRS + </h2> + <p> + When a few days from that I made my appearance before Mr. Gryce, it was to + find him looking somewhat sober. “Those Schoenmakers,” said he, “are + making a deal of trouble. It seems they escaped the fellows up north and + are now somewhere in this city, but where—” + </p> + <p> + An expressive gesture finished the sentence. + </p> + <p> + “Is that so?” exclaimed I. “Then we are sure to nab them. Given time and a + pair of low, restless German thieves, I will wager anything, our hands + will be upon them before the month is over. I only hope, when we do come + across them, it will not be to find their betters too much mixed up with + their devilish practices.” And I related to him what Fanny had told me a + few evenings before. + </p> + <p> + “The coil is tightening,” said he. “What the end will be I don’t know. + Crime, said she? I wish I knew in what blind hole of the earth that girl + we are after lies hidden.” + </p> + <p> + As if in answer to this wish the door opened and one of our men came in + with a letter in his hand. “Ha!” exclaimed Mr. Gryce, after he had perused + it, “look at that.” + </p> + <p> + I took the letter from his hand and read: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + The dead body of a girl such as you describe was found in the East + river off Fiftieth Street this morning. From appearance has been + dead some time. Have telegraphed to Police Headquarters for + orders. Should you wish to see the body before it is removed to + the Morgue or otherwise disturbed, please hasten to Pier 48 E. R. + GRAHAM. +</pre> + <p> + “Come,” said I, “let’s go and see for ourselves. If it should be the one—” + </p> + <p> + “The dinner party proposed by Mr. Blake for to-night, may have its + interruptions,” he remarked. + </p> + <p> + I do not wish to make my story any longer than is necessary, but I must + say that when in an hour or so later, I stood with Mr. Gryce before the + unconscious form of that poor drowned girl I felt an unusual degree of awe + stealing over me: there was so much mystery connected with this affair, + and the parties implicated were of such standing and repute. + </p> + <p> + I almost dreaded to see the covering removed from her face lest I should + behold, what? I could not have told if I had tried. + </p> + <p> + “A trim made body enough,” cried the official in charge as Mr. Gryce + lifted an end of the cloth that enveloped her and threw it back. “Pity the + features are not better preserved.” + </p> + <p> + “No need for us to see the features,” exclaimed I, pointing to the locks + of golden red hair that hung in tangled masses about her. “The hair is + enough; she is not the one.” And I turned aside, asking myself if it was + relief I felt. + </p> + <p> + To my surprise Mr. Gryce did not follow. + </p> + <p> + “Tall, thin, white face, black eyes.” I heard him whisper to himself. “It + is a pity the features are not better preserved.” + </p> + <p> + “But,” said I, taking him by the arm, “Fanny spoke particularly of her + hair being black, while this girl’s—Good heavens!” I suddenly + ejaculated as I looked again at the prostrate form before me. “Yellow hair + or black, this is the girl I saw him speaking to that day in Broome + Street. I remember her clothes if nothing more.” And opening my + pocketbook, I took out the morsel of cloth I had plucked that day from the + ash barrel, lifted up the discolored rags that hung about the body and + compared the two. The pattern, texture and color were the same. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Mr. Gryce, pointing to certain contusions, like marks from + the blow of some heavy instrument on the head and bared arms of the girl + before us; “he will have to answer me one question anyhow, and that is, + who this poor creature is who lies here the victim of treachery or + despair.” And turning to the official he asked if there were any other + signs of violence on the body. + </p> + <p> + The answer came deliberately, “Yes, she has evidently been battered to + death.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce’s lips closed with grim decision. “A most brutal murder,” said + he and lifting up the cloth with a hand that visibly trembled, he softly + covered her face. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said I as we slowly paced back up the pier, “there is one thing + certain, she is not the one who disappeared from Mr. Blake’s house.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not so sure of that.” + </p> + <p> + “How!” said I. “You believed Fanny lied when she gave that description of + the missing girl upon which we have gone till now?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce smiled, and turning back, beckoned to the official behind us. + “Let me have that description,” said he, “which I distributed among the + Harbor Police some days ago for the identification of a certain corpse I + was on the lookout for.” + </p> + <p> + The man opened his coat and drew out a printed paper which at Mr. Gryce’s + word he put into my hand. It ran as follows: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Look out for the body of a young girl, tall, well shaped but thin, + of fair complexion and golden hair of a peculiar bright and + beautiful color, and when found, acquaint me at once. + G. +</pre> + <p> + “I don’t understand,” began I. + </p> + <p> + But Mr. Gryce tapping me on the arm said in his most deliberate tones, + “Next time you examine a room in which anything of a mysterious nature has + occurred, look under the bureau and if you find a comb there with several + long golden hairs tangled in it, be very sure before you draw any definite + conclusions, that your Fannys know what they are talking about when they + declare the girl who used that comb had black hair on her head.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0010" id="linklink2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. THE SECRET OF MR. BLAKE’S STUDIO + </h2> + <p> + “Mr. Blake is at dinner, sir, with company, but I will call him if you say + so.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” returned Mr. Gryce; “show us into some room where we can be + comfortable and we will wait till he has finished.” + </p> + <p> + The servant bowed, and stepping forward down the hall, opened the door of + a small and cosy room heavily hung with crimson curtains. “I will let him + know that you are here,” said he, and vanished towards the dining-room. + </p> + <p> + “I doubt if Mr. Blake will enjoy the latter half of his bill of fare as + much as the first,” said I, drawing up one of the luxurious arm-chairs to + the side of my principal. “I wonder if he will break away from his guests + and come in here?” + </p> + <p> + “No; if I am not mistaken we shall find Mr. Blake a man of nerve. Not a + muscle of his face will show that he is disturbed.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said I, “I dread it.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce looked about on the gorgeous walls and the rich old fashioned + furniture that surrounded him, and smiled one of his grimmest smiles. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you may,” said he. + </p> + <p> + The next instant a servant stood in the doorway, bearing to our great + astonishment, a tray well set with decanter and glasses. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Blake’s compliments, gentlemen,” said he, setting it down on the + table before us. “He hopes you will make yourselves at home and he will + see you as soon as possible.” + </p> + <p> + The humph! of Mr. Gryce when the servant had gone would have done your + soul good, also the look he cast at the pretty Dresden Shepherdess on the + mantel-piece, as I reached out my hand towards the decanter. Somehow it + made me draw back. + </p> + <p> + “I think we had better leave his wine alone,” said he. + </p> + <p> + And for half an hour we sat there, the wine untouched between us, + listening alternately to the sound of speech-making and laughter that came + from the dining-room, and the solemn ticking of the clock as it counted + out the seconds on the mantel-piece. Then the guests came in from the + table, filing before us past the open door on their way to the parlors. + They were all gentlemen of course—Mr. Blake never invited ladies to + his house—and gentlemen of well known repute. The dinner had been + given in honor of a certain celebrated statesman, and the character of his + guests was in keeping with that of the one thus complimented. + </p> + <p> + As they went by us gaily indulging in the jokes and light banter with + which such men season a social dinner, I saw Mr. Gryce’s face grow sober + by many a shade; and when in the midst of it all, we heard the voice of + Mr. Blake rise in that courteous and measured tone for which it is + distinguished, I saw him reach forward and grasp his cane with an + uneasiness I had never seen displayed by him before. But when some time + later, the guests having departed, the dignified host advanced with some + apology to where we were, I never beheld a firmer look on Mr. Gryce’s face + than that with which he rose and confronted him. Mr. Blake’s own had not + more character in it. + </p> + <p> + “You have called at a rather inauspicious time, Mr. Gryce,” said the + latter, glancing at the card which he held in his hand. “What may your + business be? Something to do with politics, I suppose.” + </p> + <p> + I surveyed the man in amazement. Was this great politician stooping to act + a part, or had he forgotten our physiognomies as completely as appeared? + </p> + <p> + “Our business is not politics,” replied Mr. Gryce; “but fully as + important. May I request the doors be closed?” + </p> + <p> + I thought Mr. Blake looked surprised, but he immediately stepped to the + door and shut it. Then coming back, he looked at Mr. Gryce more closely + and a change took place in his manner. + </p> + <p> + “I think I have seen you before,” said he. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce bowed with just the suspicion of a smile. “I have had the honor + of consulting you before in this very house,” observed he. + </p> + <p> + A look of full recognition passed over the dignified countenance of the + man before us. + </p> + <p> + “I remember,” said he, shrugging his shoulders in the old way. “You are + interested in some servant girl or other who ran away from this house a + week or so ago. Have you found her?” This with no apparent concern. + </p> + <p> + “We think we have,” rejoined Mr. Gryce with some solemnity. “The river + gives up its prey now and then, Mr. Blake.” + </p> + <p> + Still only that look of natural surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed! You do not mean to say she has drowned herself? I am sorry for + that, a girl who had once lived in my house. What trouble could she have + had to drive her to such an act?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce advanced a step nearer the gentleman. + </p> + <p> + “That is what we have come here to learn,” said he with a deliberation + that yet was not lacking in the respect due to a man so universally + esteemed as Mr. Blake. “You who have seen her so lately ought to be able + to throw some light upon the subject at least.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr.—” he again glanced at the card, “Mr. Gryce,—excuse me—I + believe I told you when you were here before that I had no remembrance of + this girl at all. That if such a person was in my house I did not know it, + and that all questions put to me on that subject would be so much labor + thrown away.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce bowed. “I remember,” said he. “I was not alluding to any + connection you may have had with the girl in this house, but to the + interview you were seen to have with her on the corner of Broome Street + some days ago. You had such an interview, did you not?” + </p> + <p> + A flush, deep as it was sudden, swept over Mr. Blake’s usually unmoved + cheek. “You are transgressing sir,” said he and stopped. Though a man of + intense personal pride, he had but little of that quality called temper, + or perhaps if he had, thought it unwise to display it on this occasion. “I + saw and spoke to a girl on the corner of that street some days ago,” he + went on more mildly, “but that she was the one who lived here, I neither + knew at the time nor feel willing to believe now without positive proof.” + Then in a deep ringing tone the stateliness of which it would be + impossible to describe, he inquired, “Have the city authorities presumed + to put a spy on my movements, that the fact of my speaking to a poor + forsaken creature on the corner of the street should be not only noted but + remembered?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Blake,” observed Mr. Gryce, and I declare I was proud of my superior + at that moment, “no man who is a true citizen and a Christian should + object to have his steps followed, when by his own thoughtlessness, + perhaps, he has incurred a suspicion which demands it.” + </p> + <p> + “And do you mean to say that I have been followed,” inquired he, clenching + his hand and looking steadily, but with a blanching cheek, first at Mr. + Gryce then at me. + </p> + <p> + “It was indispensable,” quoth that functionary gently. + </p> + <p> + The outraged gentleman riveted his gaze upon me. “In town and out of + town?” demanded he. + </p> + <p> + I let Mr. Gryce reply. “It is known that you have lately sought to visit + the Schoenmakers,” said he. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blake drew a deep breath, cast his eyes about the handsome apartment + in which we were, let them rest for a moment upon a portrait that graced + one side of the wall, and which was I have since learned a picture of his + father, and slowly drew forward a chair. “Let me hear what your suspicions + are,” said he. + </p> + <p> + I noticed Mr. Gryce colored at this; he had evidently been met in a + different way from what he expected. “Excuse me,” said he, “I do not say I + have any suspicions; my errand is simply to notify you of the death of the + girl you were seen to speak with, and to ask whether or not you can give + us any information that can aid us in the matter before the coroner.” + </p> + <p> + “You know I have not. If I have been as closely followed as you say, you + must know why I spoke to that girl and others, why I went to the house of + the Schoenmakers and—Do you know?” he suddenly inquired. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce was not the man to answer such a question as that. He eyed the + rich signet ring that adorned the hand of the gentleman before him and + suavely smiled. “I am ready to listen to any explanations,” said he. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blake’s haughty countenance became almost stern. “You consider you + have a right to demand them; let me hear why.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Mr. Gryce with a change of tone, “you shall. Unprofessional + as it is, I will tell you why I, a member of the police force, dare enter + the house of such a man as you are, and put him the questions I have + concerning his domestic affairs. Mr. Blake, imagine yourself in a + detective’s office. A woman comes in, the housekeeper of a respected + citizen, and informs us that a girl employed by her as seamstress has + disappeared in a very unaccountable way from her master’s house the night + before; in fact been abducted as she thinks from certain evidences, + through the window. Her manner is agitated, her appeal for assistance + urgent, though she acknowledges no relationship to the girl or expresses + any especial cause for her interest beyond that of common humanity. ‘She + must be found,’ she declares, and hints that any sum necessary will be + forthcoming, though from what source after her own pittance is expended + she does not state. When asked if her master has no interest in the + matter, she changes color and puts us off. He never noticed his servants, + left all such concerns to her, etc.; but shows fear when a proposition is + made to consult him. Next imagine yourself with the detectives in that + gentleman’s house. You enter the girl’s room; what is the first thing you + observe? Why that it is not only one of the best in the house, but that it + is conspicuous for its comforts if not for its elegancies. More than that, + that there are books of poetry and history lying around, showing that the + woman who inhabited it was above her station; a fact which the housekeeper + is presently brought to acknowledge. You notice also that the wild surmise + of her abduction by means of the window, has some ground in appearance, + though the fact that she went with entire unwillingness is not made so + apparent. The housekeeper, however, insists in a way that must have had + some special knowledge of the girl’s character or circumstances to back + it, that she never went without compulsion; a statement which the torn + curtains and the track of blood over the roof of the extension, would seem + to emphasize. A few other facts are made known. First, a pen-knife is + picked up from the grass plot in the yard beneath, showing with what + instrument the wound was inflicted, whose drippings made those marks of + blood alluded to. It was a pearl-handled knife belonging to the writing + desk found open on her table, and its frail and dainty character proved + indisputably, that it was employed by the girl herself, and that against + manifest enemies; no man being likely to snatch up any such puny weapon + for the purpose either of offence or defence. That these enemies were two + and were both men, was insisted upon by Mrs. Daniels who overheard their + voices the night before. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Blake, such facts as these arouse curiosity, especially when the + master of the house being introduced upon the scene, he fails to manifest + common human interest, while his housekeeper betrays in every involuntary + gesture and expression she makes use of, her horror if not her fear of his + presence, and her relief at his departure. Yes,” he exclaimed, unheeding + the sudden look here cast him by Mr. Blake, “and curiosity begets inquiry, + and inquiry elucidated further facts such as these, that the mysterious + master of the house was in his garden at the hour of the girl’s departure, + was even looking through the bars of his gate when she, having evidently + escaped from her captors, came back with every apparent desire to reenter + her home, but seeing him, betrayed an unreasonable amount of fear and fled + back even into the very arms of the men she had endeavored to avoid. Did + you speak sir?” asked Mr. Gryce suddenly stopping, with a sly look at his + left boot tip. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blake shook his head. “No,” said he shortly, “go on.” But that last + remark of Mr. Gryce had evidently made its impression. + </p> + <p> + “Inquiry revealed, also, two or three other interesting facts. First, that + this gentleman qualified though he was to shine in ladies’ society, never + obtruded himself there, but employed his leisure time instead, in walking + the lower streets of the city, where he was seen more than once conversing + with certain poor girls at street corners and in blind alleys. The last + one he talked with, believed from her characteristics to be the same one + that was abducted from his house—” + </p> + <p> + “Hold there,” said Mr. Blake with some authority in his tone, “there you + are mistaken; that is impossible.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, and why?” + </p> + <p> + “The girl you allude to had bright golden hair, something which the woman + who lived in my house did not possess.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed. I thought you had never noticed the woman who sewed for you, sir,—did + not know how she looked?” + </p> + <p> + “I should have noticed her if she had had such hair as the girl you speak + of.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce smiled and opened his pocketbook. + </p> + <p> + “There is a sample of her hair, sir,” said he, taking out a thin strand of + brilliant hair and showing it to the gentleman before him. “Bright you + see, and golden as that of the unfortunate creature you talked with the + other night.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blake stooped forward and lifted it with a hand that visibly trembled. + “Where did you get this?” asked he at last, clenching it to his breast + with sudden passion. + </p> + <p> + “From out of the comb which the girl had been using the night before.” + </p> + <p> + The imperious man flung it hastily from him. + </p> + <p> + “We waste our time,” said he, looking Mr. Gryce intently in the face. “All + that you have said does not account for your presence here nor the tone + you have used while addressing me. What are you keeping back? I am not a + man to be trifled with.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce rose to his feet. “You are right,” said he, and he gave a short + glance in my direction. “All that I have said would not perhaps justify me + in this intrusion, if—” he looked again towards me. “Do you wish me + to continue?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blake’s intent look deepened. “I see no reason why you should not + utter the whole,” said he. “A good story loses nothing by being told to + the end. You wish to say something about my journey to Schoenmaker’s + house, I suppose.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce gravely shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “What, you can let such a mystery as that go without a word?” + </p> + <p> + “I am not here to discuss mysteries that have no connection with the + sewing-girl in whose cause I am interested.” + </p> + <p> + “Then,” said Mr. Blake, turning for the first time upon my superior with + all the dignified composure for which he was eminent, “it is no longer + necessary for us to prolong this interview. I have allowed, nay encouraged + you to state in the plainest terms what it was you had or imagined you had + against me, knowing that my actions of late, seen by those who did not + possess the key to them, must have seemed a little peculiar. But when you + say you have no interest in any mystery disconnected with the girl who has + lived the last few months in my house, I can with assurance say that it is + time we quitted this unprofitable conversation, as nothing which I have + lately done, said or thought here or elsewhere has in any way had even the + remotest bearing upon that individual; she having been a stranger to me + while in my house, and quite forgotten by me, after her unaccountable + departure hence.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce’s hand which had been stretched out towards the hitherto + untouched decanter before him, suddenly dropped. “You deny then,” said he, + “all connection between yourself and the woman, lady or sewing-girl, who + occupied that room above our heads for eleven months previous to the + Sunday morning I first had the honor to make your acquaintance.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not in the habit of repeating my assertions,” said Mr. Blake with + some severity, “even when they relate to a less disagreeable matter than + the one under discussion.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce bowed, and slowly reached out for his hat; I had never seen him + so disturbed. “I am sorry,” he began and stopped, fingering his hat-brim + nervously. Suddenly he laid his hat back, and drew up his form into as + near a semblance of dignity as its portliness would allow. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Blake,” said he, “I have too much respect for the man I believed you + to be when I entered this house to-night, to go with the thing unsaid + which is lying at present like a dead weight upon my lips. I dare not + leave you to the consequence of my silence; for duty will compel me to + speak some day and in some presence where you may not have the opportunity + which you can have here, to explain yourself with satisfaction. Mr. Blake + I cannot believe you when you say the girl who lived in this house was a + stranger to you.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blake drew his proud form up in a disdain that was only held in check + by the very evident honesty of the man before him. “You are courageous at + least,” said he. “I regret you are not equally discriminating.” And + raising Mr. Gryce’s hat he placed it in his hand. + </p> + <p> + “Pardon me,” said that gentleman, “I would like to justify myself before I + go. Not with words,” he proceeded as the other folded his arms with a + sarcastic bow. “I am done with words; action accomplishes the rest. Mr. + Blake I believe you consider me an honest officer and a reliable man. Will + you accompany me to your private room for a moment? There is something + there which may convince you I was neither playing the fool nor the + bravado when I uttered the phrase I did an instant ago.” + </p> + <p> + I expected to hear the haughty master of the house refuse a request so + peculiar. But he only bowed, though in a surprised way that showed his + curiosity if no more was aroused. “My room and company are at your + disposal,” said he, “but you will find nothing there to justify you in + your assertions.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me at least make the effort,” entreated my superior. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blake smiling bitterly immediately led the way to the door. “The man + may come,” he remarked carelessly as Mr. Gryce waved his hand in my + direction. “Your justification if not mine may need witnesses.” + </p> + <p> + Rejoiced at the permission, for my curiosity was by this time raised to + fever pitch, I at once followed. Not without anxiety. The assured poise of + Mr. Blake’s head seemed to argue that the confidence betrayed by my + superior might receive a shock; and I felt it would be a serious blow to + his pride to fail now. But once within the room above, my doubts speedily + fled. There was that in Mr. Gryce’s face which anyone acquainted with him + could not easily mistake. Whatever might be the mysterious something which + the room contained, it was evidently sufficient in his eyes to justify his + whole conduct. + </p> + <p> + “Now sir,” said Mr. Blake, turning upon my superior with his sternest + expression, “the room and its contents are before you; what have you to + say for yourself.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce equally stern, if not equally composed, cast one of his + inscrutable glances round the apartment and without a word stepped before + the picture that was as I have said, the only ornamentation of the + otherwise bare and unattractive room. + </p> + <p> + I thought Mr. Blake looked surprised, but his face was not one that + lightly expressed emotion. + </p> + <p> + “A portrait of my cousin the Countess De Mirac,” said he with a certain + dryness of tone hard to interpret. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce bowed and for a moment stood looking with a strange lack of + interest at the proudly brilliant face of the painting before him, then to + our great amazement stepped forward and with a quick gesture turned the + picture rapidly to the wall, when—Gracious heavens! what a vision + started out before us from the reverse side of that painted canvas! No + luxurious brunette countenance now, steeped in pride and languor, but a + face—Let me see if I can describe it. But no, it was one of those + faces that are indescribable. You draw your breath as you view it; you + feel as if you had had an electric shock; but as for knowing ten minutes + later whether the eyes that so enthralled you were blue or black, or the + locks that clustered halo-like about a forehead almost awful in its + expression of weird, unfathomable power, were brown or red, you could not + nor would you pretend to say. It was the character of the countenance + itself that impressed you. You did not even know if this woman who might + have been anything wonderful or grand you ever read of, were beautiful or + not. You did not care; it was as if you had been gazing on a tranquil + evening sky and a lightning flash had suddenly startled you. Is the + lightning beautiful? Who asks! But I know from what presently transpired, + that the face was ivory pale in complexion, the eyes deeply dark, and the + hair,—strange and uncanny combination,—of a bright and + peculiar golden hue. + </p> + <p> + “You dare!” came forth in strange broken tones from Mr. Blake’s lips. + </p> + <p> + I instantly turned towards him. He was gazing with a look that was half + indignant, half menacing at the silent detective who with eyes drooped and + finger directed towards the picture, seemed to be waiting for him to + finish. + </p> + <p> + “I do not understand an audacity that allows you to—to—” Was + this the haughty gentleman we had known, this hesitating troubled man with + bloodless lips and trembling hands? + </p> + <p> + “I declared my desire to justify myself,” said my principal with a + respectful bow. “This is my justification. Do you note the color of the + woman’s hair whose portrait hangs with its face turned to the wall in your + room? Is it like or unlike that of the strand you held in your hand a few + moments ago; a strand taken as I swear, hair by hair from the comb of the + poor creature who occupied the room above. But that is not all,” he + continued as Mr. Blake fell a trifle aback; “just observe the dress in + which this woman is painted; blue silk you see, dark and rich; a wide + collar cunningly executed, you can almost trace the pattern; a brooch; + then the roses in the hand, do you see? Now come with me upstairs.” + </p> + <p> + Too much startled to speak, Mr. Blake, haughty aristocrat as he was, + turned like a little child and followed the detective who with an assured + step and unembarassed mien led the way into the deserted room above. + </p> + <p> + “You accuse me of insulting you, when I express disbelief of your + assertion that there was no connection between you and the girl Emily,” + said Mr. Gryce as he lit the gas and unlocked that famous bureau drawer. + “Will you do so any longer in face of these?” And drawing off the towel + that lay uppermost, he revealed the neatly folded dress, wide collar, + brooch and faded roses that lay beneath. “Mrs. Daniels assures us these + articles belonged to the sewing-woman Emily; were brought here by her. + Dare you say they are not the ones reproduced in the portrait below?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blake uttering a cry sank on his knees before the drawer. “My God! My + God!” was his only reply, “what are these?” Suddenly he rose, his whole + form quivering, his eyes burning. “Where is Mrs. Daniels?” he cried, + hastily advancing and pulling the bell. “I must see her at once. Send the + house-keeper here,” he ordered as Fanny smiling demurely made her + appearance at the door. + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Daniels is out,” returned the girl, “went out as soon as ever you + got up from dinner, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Gone out at this hour?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes sir; she goes out very often nowadays, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Her master frowned. “Send her to me as soon as she returns,” he commanded, + and dismissed the girl. + </p> + <p> + “I don’t know what to make of this,” he now said in a strange tone, + approaching again the touching contents of that open bureau drawer with a + look in which longing and doubt seemed in some way to be strangely + commingled. “I cannot explain the presence of these articles in this room; + but if you will come below I will see what I can do to make other matters + intelligible to you. Disagreeable as it is for me to take anyone into my + confidence, affairs have gone too far for me to hope any longer to + preserve secrecy as to my private concerns.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0011" id="linklink2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. LUTTRA + </h2> + <p> + “Gentlemen,” said he as he ushered us once more into his studio, “you have + presumed, and not without reason I should say, to infer that the original + of this portrait and the woman who has so long occupied the position of + sewing-woman in my house, are one and the same. You will no longer retain + that opinion when I inform you that this picture, strange as it may appear + to you, is the likeness of my wife.” + </p> + <p> + “Wife!” We both were astonished as I take it, but it was my voice which + spoke. “We were ignorant you ever had a wife.” + </p> + <p> + “No doubt,” continued our host smiling bitterly, “that at least has evaded + the knowledge even of the detectives.” Then with a return to his naturally + courteous manner, “She was never acknowledged by me as my wife, nor have + we ever lived together, but if priestly benediction can make a man and + woman one, that woman as you see her there is my lawful wife.” + </p> + <p> + Rising, he softly turned the lovely, potent face back to the wall, leaving + us once more confronted by the dark and glowing countenance of his cousin. + </p> + <p> + “I am not called upon,” said he, “to go any further with you than this. I + have told you what no man till this hour has ever heard from my lips, and + it should serve to exonerate me from any unjust suspicions you may have + entertained. But to one of my temperament, secret scandal and the gossip + it engenders is only less painful than open notoriety. If I leave the + subject here, a thousand conjectures will at once seize upon you, and my + name if not hers will become, before I know it, the football of gossip if + not of worse and deeper suspicion than has yet assailed me. Gentleman I + take you to be honest men; husbands, perhaps, and fathers; proud, too, in + your way and jealous of your own reputation and that of those with whom + you are connected. If I succeed in convincing you that my movements of + late have been totally disconnected with the girl whose cause you profess + solely to be interested in, may I count upon your silence as regards those + actions and the real motive that led to them?” + </p> + <p> + “You may count upon my discretion as regards all matters that do not come + under the scope of police duty,” returned Mr. Gryce. “I haven’t much time + for gossip.” + </p> + <p> + “And your man here?” + </p> + <p> + “O, he’s safe where it profits him to be.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, then, I shall count upon you.” + </p> + <p> + And with the knitted brows and clinched hands of a proudly reticent man + who, perhaps for the first time in his life finds himself forced to reveal + his inner nature to the world, he began his story in these words: + </p> + <p> + “Difficult as it is for me to introduce into a relation like this the name + of my father, I shall be obliged to do so in order to make my conduct at a + momentous crisis of my life intelligible to you. My father, then, was a + man of strong will and a few but determined prejudices. Resolved that I + should sustain the reputation of the family for wealth and respectability, + he gave me to understand from my earliest years, that as long as I + preserved my manhood from reproach, I had only to make my wishes known, to + have them immediately gratified; while if I crossed his will either by + indulging in dissipation or engaging in pursuits unworthy of my name, I no + longer need expect the favor of his countenance or the assistance of his + purse. + </p> + <p> + “When, therefore, at a certain period of my life, I found that the charms + of my cousin Evelyn were making rather too strong an impression upon my + fancy for a secured peace of mind, I first inquired how such a union would + affect my father, and learning that it would be in direct opposition to + his views, cast about in my mind what I should do to overcome my passion. + Travel suggested itself, and I took a trip to Europe. But the sight of new + faces only awakened in me comparisons anything but detrimental to the + beauty of her who was at that time my standard of feminine loveliness. + Nature and the sports connected with a wild life were my next resort. I + went overland to California, roamed the orange groves of Florida, and + probed the wildernesses of Canada and our Northern states. It was during + these last excursions that an event occurred which has exercised the most + material influence upon my fate, though at the time it seemed to me no + more than the matter of a day. + </p> + <p> + “I had just returned from Canada and was resting in tolerable enjoyment of + a very beautiful autumn at Lake George, when a letter reached me from a + friend then loitering in the vicinity, urging me to join him in a certain + small town in Vermont where trout streams abounded and what is not so + often the case under the circumstances, fishers were few. + </p> + <p> + “Being in a somewhat reckless mood I at once wrote a consent, and before + another day was over, started for the remote village whence his letter was + postmarked. I found it by no means easy of access. Situated in the midst + of hills some twenty miles or so distant from any railroad, I discovered + that in order to reach it, a long ride in a stage-coach was necessary, + followed by a somewhat shorter journey on horseback. Not being acquainted + with the route, I timed my connections wrong, so that when evening came I + found myself riding over a strange road in the darkest night I had ever + known. As if this was not enough, my horse suddenly began to limp and + presently became so lame I found it impossible to urge her beyond a slow + walk. It was therefore with no ordinary satisfaction that I presently + beheld a lighted building in the distance, which as I approached resolved + itself into an inn. Stopping in front of the house, which was closed + against the chill night air, I called out lustily for someone to take my + horse, whereupon the door opened and a man appeared on the threshold with + a lantern in his hand. I at once made my wishes known, receiving in turn a + somewhat gruff, + </p> + <p> + “‘Well it is a nasty night and it will be nastier before it’s over;’ an + opinion instantly endorsed by a sudden swoop of wind that rushed by at + that moment, slamming the door behind him and awakening over my head a + lugubrious groaning as from the twisting boughs of some old tree, that was + almost threatening in its character. + </p> + <p> + “‘You had better go in,’ said he, ‘the rain will come next.’ + </p> + <p> + “I at once leaped from my horse and pushing open the door with main + strength, entered the house. Another man met me on the threshold who + merely pointing over his shoulder to a lighted room in his rear, passed + out without a word, to help the somewhat younger man, who had first + appeared, in putting up my horse. I at once accepted his silent invitation + and stepped into the room before me. Instantly I found myself confronted + by the rather startling vision of a young girl of a unique and haunting + style of beauty, who rising at my approach now stood with her eyes on my + face and her hands resting on the deal table before which she had been + sitting, in an attitude expressive of mingled surprise and alarm. To see a + woman in that place was not so strange; but such a woman! Even in the + first casual glance I gave her, I at once acknowledged to myself her + extraordinary power. Not the slightness of her form, the palor of her + countenance, or the fairness of the locks of golden red hair that fell in + two long braids over her bosom, could for a moment counteract the effect + of her dark glance or the vivid almost unearthly force of her expression. + It was as if you saw a flame upstarting before you, waving tremulously + here and there, but burning and resistless in its white heat. I took off + my hat with deference. + </p> + <p> + “A shudder passed over her, but she made no effort to return my + acknowledgement. As we cast our eyes dilating with horror, down some + horrible pit upon whose verge we suddenly find ourselves, she allowed her + gaze for a moment to dwell upon my face, then with a sudden lifting of her + hand, pointed towards the door as if to bid me depart—when it swung + open with that shrill rushing of wind that involuntarily awakes a shudder + within you, and the two men entered and came stamping up to my side. + Instantly her hand sunk, not feebly as with fear, but calmly as if at the + bidding of her will, and without waiting for them to speak, she turned + away and quietly left the room. As the door closed upon her I noticed that + she wore a calico frock and that her face did not own one perfect feature. + </p> + <p> + “‘Go after Luttra and tell her to make up the bed in the northwest room,’ + said the elder of the two in deep gutteral tones unmistakably German in + their accent, to the other who stood shaking the wet off his coat into the + leaping flames of a small wood fire that burned on the hearth before us. + </p> + <p> + “‘O, she’ll do without my bothering,’ was the sullen return. ‘I’m wet + through.’ + </p> + <p> + “The elder man, a large powerfully framed fellow of some fifty years or + so, frowned. It was an evil frown, and the younger one seemed to feel it. + He immediately tossed his coat onto a chair and left the room. + </p> + <p> + “‘Boys are so obstropolous now-a-days,’ remarked his companion to me with + what he evidently intended for a conciliatory nod. ‘In my time they were + broke in, did what they were told and asked no questions.’ + </p> + <p> + “I smiled to myself at his calling the broad shouldered six-footer who had + just left us a boy, but merely remarking, ‘He is your son is he not!’ + seated myself before the blaze which shot up a tongue of white flame at my + approach, that irresistibly recalled to my fancy the appearance of the + girl who had gone out a moment before. + </p> + <p> + “‘O, yes, he is my son, and that girl you saw here was my daughter; I keep + this inn and they help me, but it is a slow way to live, I can tell you. + Travel on these roads is slim.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘I should think likely,’ I returned, remembering the half dozen or so + hills up which I had clambered since I took to my horse. ‘How far are we + from Pentonville?’ + </p> + <p> + “‘O, two or three miles,’ he replied, but in a hurried kind of a way. ‘Not + far in the daytime but a regular journey in a night like this?’ + </p> + <p> + “‘Yes,’ said I, as the house shook under a fresh gust; ‘it is fortunate I + have a place in which to put up.’ + </p> + <p> + “He glanced down at my baggage which consisted of a small hand bag, an + over-coat and a fishing pole, with something like a gleam of + disappointment. + </p> + <p> + “‘Going fishing?’ he asked. + </p> + <p> + “‘Yes,’ I returned. + </p> + <p> + “‘Good trout up those streams and plenty of them,’ he went on. ‘Going + alone?’ + </p> + <p> + “I did not half like his importunity, but considering I had nothing better + to do, replied as affably as possible. ‘No, I expect to meet a friend in + Pentonville who will accompany me.” + </p> + <p> + “His hand went to his beard in a thoughtful attitude and he cast me what, + with my increased experience of the world, I should now consider a + sinister glance. ‘Then you are expected?’ said he. + </p> + <p> + “Not considering this worth reply, I stretched out my feet to the blaze + and began to warm them, for I felt chilled through. + </p> + <p> + “‘Been on the road long?’ he now asked, glancing at the blue flannel suit + I wore. + </p> + <p> + “‘All summer,’ I returned, + </p> + <p> + “I again thought he looked disappointed. + </p> + <p> + “‘From Troy or New York?’ he went on with a vague endeavor to appear good + naturally off hand. + </p> + <p> + “‘New York.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘A big place that,’ he continued. ‘I was there once, lots of money stored + away in them big buildings down in Wall Street, eh?’ + </p> + <p> + “I assented, and he drew a chair up to my side, a proceeding that was + interrupted, however, by the reentrance of his son, who without any + apology crowded into the other side of the fire-place in a way to sandwich + me between them. Not fancying this arrangement which I, however, imputed + to ignorance, I drew back and asked if my room was ready. It seemed it was + not, and unpleasantly as it promised, I felt forced to reseat myself and + join in, if not support, the conversation that followed. + </p> + <p> + “A half hour passed away, during which the wind increased till it almost + amounted to a gale. Spurts of rain dashed against the windows with a sharp + crackling sound that suggested hail, while ever and anon a distant roll as + of rousing thunder, rumbled away among the hills in a long and + reverberating peal, that made me feel glad to be housed even under the + roof of these rude and uncongenial creatures. Suddenly the conversation + turned upon the time and time-pieces, when in a low even tone I heard + murmured behind me, + </p> + <p> + “‘The gentleman’s room is ready;’ and turning, I saw standing in the + doorway the slight figure of the young girl whose appearance had + previously so impressed me. + </p> + <p> + “I immediately arose. ‘Then I will proceed to it at once,’ said I, taking + up my traps and advancing towards her. + </p> + <p> + “‘Do not be alarmed if you hear creaks and cracklings all over the house,’ + observed the landlord as I departed. ‘The windows are loose and the doors + ill-fitting. In such a storm as this they make noise enough to keep an + army awake. The house is safe enough though and if you don’t mind noise—’ + </p> + <p> + “‘O I don’t mind noise,’ rejoined I, feeling at that moment tired enough + to fall into a doze on the staircase. ‘I shall sleep, never fear,’ and + without further ado followed the girl upstairs into a large clumsily + furnished room whose enormous bed draped with heavy curtains at once + attracted my attention. + </p> + <p> + “‘O I cannot sleep under those things,’ remarked I, with a gesture towards + the dismal draperies which to me were another name for suffocation. + </p> + <p> + “With a single arm-sweep she threw them back. ‘Is there anything more I + can do for you?’ asked she, glancing hastily about the room. + </p> + <p> + “I thanked her and said ‘no,’ at which she at once departed with a look of + still determination upon her countenance that I found it hard to explain. + </p> + <p> + “Left alone in that large, bare and dimly lighted room, with the wind + shrieking in the chimney and the powerful limbs of some huge tree beating + against the walls without, with a heavy thud inexpressibly mournful, I + found to my surprise and something like dismay, that the sleepiness which + had hitherto oppressed me, had in some unaccountable way entirely fled. In + vain I contemplated the bed, comfortable enough now in its appearance that + the stifling curtains were withdrawn; no temptation to invade it came to + arouse me from the chair into which I had thrown myself. It was as if I + felt myself under the spell of some invisible influence that like the eye + of a basilisk, held me enchained. I remember turning my head towards a + certain quarter of the wall as if I half expected to encounter there the + bewildering glance of a serpent. Yet far from being apprehensive of any + danger, I only wondered over the weakness of mind that made such fancies + possible. + </p> + <p> + “An extra loud swirl of the foliage without, accompanied by a quick + vibration of the house, aroused me at last. If I was to lose the sense of + this furious storm careering over my head, I must court sleep at once. + Rising, I drew off my coat, unloosened my vest and was about to throw it + off, when I bethought me of a certain wallet it contained. Going to the + door in some unconscious impulse of precaution I suppose, I locked myself + in, and then drawing out my wallet, took from it a roll of bills which I + put into a small side pocket, returning the wallet to its old place. + </p> + <p> + “Why I did this I can scarcely say. As I have before intimated, I was + under no special apprehension. I was at that time anything but a + suspicious man, and the manner and appearance of the men below struck me + as unpleasantly disagreeable but nothing more. But I not only did what I + have related, but allowed the lamp to remain lighted, lying down finally + in my clothes; an almost unprecedented act on my part, warranted however + as I said to myself, by the fury of the gale which at that time seemed as + if it would tumble the roof over our heads. + </p> + <p> + “How long I lay listening to the creakings and groanings of the rickety + old house, I cannot say, nor how long I remained in the doze which finally + seized me as I became accustomed to the sounds around and over me. Enough + that before the storm had passed its height, I awoke as if at the touch of + a hand, and leaping with a bound out of the bed, beheld to my incredible + amazement, the alert, nervous form of Luttra standing before me. She had + my coat in her hand, and it was her touch that had evidently awakened me. + </p> + <p> + “‘I want you to put this on,’ said she in a low thrilling tone totally new + in my experience, ‘and come with me. The house is unsafe for you to remain + in. Hear how it cracks and trembles. Another blast like that and we shall + be roofless.’ + </p> + <p> + “She was moving toward the door, which to my amazement stood ajar, but my + hesitation stopped her. + </p> + <p> + “‘Won’t you come?’ she whispered, turning her face towards me with a look + of such potent determination, I followed in spite of myself ‘I dare not + let you stay here, your blood will be upon my head.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘You exaggerate,’ I replied, shrinking back with a longing look at the + comfortable bed I had just left. ‘These old houses are always strong. It + will take many such a gust as that you hear, to overturn it, I assure + you.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘I exaggerate!’ she returned with a look of scorn impossible to describe. + ‘Hark!’ she said, ‘hear that.’ + </p> + <p> + “I did hear, and I must acknowledge that it seemed is if we were about to + be swept from our foundations. + </p> + <p> + “‘Yes,’ said I, ‘but it is a fearful night to be out in.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘I shall go with you,’ said she. + </p> + <p> + “‘In that case—’ I began with an ill-advised attempt at gallantry + which she cut short with a gesture. + </p> + <p> + “‘Here is your hat,’ remarked she, ‘and here is your bag. The fishing-pole + must remain, you cannot carry it.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘But,—’ I expostulated. + </p> + <p> + “‘Hush!’ said she with her ear turned towards the depths of the staircase + at the top of which we stood. ‘My father and brother will think as you do + that it is folly to leave the shelter of a roof for the uncertainties of + the road on such a night as this, but you must not heed them. I tell you + shelter this night is danger, and that the only safety to be found is on + the stormy highway.’ + </p> + <p> + “And without waiting for my reply, she passed rapidly down stairs, pushed + open a door at the bottom, and stepped at once into the room we had left + an hour or so before. + </p> + <p> + “What was there in that room that for the first time struck an ominous + chill as of distinct peril through my veins? Nothing at first sight, + everything at the second. The fire which had not been allowed to die out, + still burned brightly on the ruddy hearthstone, but it was not that which + awakened my apprehension. Nor was it the loud ticking clock on the + mantel-piece with its hand pointing silently to the hour of eleven. Nor + yet the heavy quiet of the scantily-furnished room with its one lamp + burning on the deal table against the side of the wall. It was the sight + of those two powerful men drawn up in grim silence, the one against the + door leading to the front hall, the other against that opening into the + kitchen. + </p> + <p> + “A glance at Luttra standing silent and undismayed at my side, however, + instantly reassured me. With that will exercised in my favor, I could not + but win through whatever it was that menaced me. Slinging my bag over my + shoulder, I made a move towards the door and the silent figure of my host. + But with a quick outreaching of her hand, she drew me back. + </p> + <p> + “‘Stand still!’ said she. ‘Karl,’ she went on, turning her face towards + the more sullen but less intent countenance of her brother, ‘open the door + and let this gentleman pass. He finds the house unsafe in such a gale and + desires to leave it. At once!’ she continued as her brother settled + himself more determinedly against the lock: ‘I don’t often ask favors.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘The man is a fool that wants to go out in a night like this,’ quoth the + fellow with a dogged move; ‘and so are you to encourage it. I think too + much of your health to allow it.’ + </p> + <p> + “She did not seem to hear. ‘Will you open the door?’ she went on, not + advancing a step from the fire, before which she had placed herself and + me.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘No, I won’t,’ was the brutal reply. ‘Its been locked for the night and + its not me nor one like me, that will open it.’ + </p> + <p> + “With a sudden whitening of her already pale face, she turned towards her + father. He was not even looking at her. + </p> + <p> + “‘Some one must open the house,’ said she, glancing back at her brother. + ‘This gentleman purposes to leave and his whim must be humored. Will you + unlock that door or shall I?’ + </p> + <p> + “An angry snarl interrupted her. Her father had bounded from the door + where he stood and was striding hastily towards her. In my apprehension I + put up my arm for a shield, for he looked ready to murder her, but I let + it drop again as l caught her glance which was like white flame + undisturbed by the least breeze of personal terror. + </p> + <p> + “‘You will stop there,’ said she, pointing to a spot a few feet from where + she stood. ‘Another step and I let that for which I have heard you declare + you would peril your very soul, fall into the heart of the flames.’ And + drawing from her breast a roll of bills, she stretched them out above the + fire before which she was standing. + </p> + <p> + “‘You ——-’ broke from the gray-bearded lips of the old man, + but he stopped where he was, eyeing those bills as if fascinated. + </p> + <p> + “‘I am not a girl of many words, as you know,’ continued she in a lofty + tone inexpressibly commanding. ‘You may strangle me, you may kill me, it + matters little; but this gentleman leaves the house this night, or I + destroy the money with a gesture.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘You ——-’ again broke from those quivering lips, but the old + man did not move. + </p> + <p> + “Not so the younger. With a rush he left his post and in another instant + would have had his powerful arms about her slender form, only that I met + him half way with a blow that laid him on the floor at her feet. She said + nothing, but one of the bills immediately left her hand and fluttered into + the fire where it instantly shrivelled into nothing. + </p> + <p> + “With the yell of a mad beast wounded in his most vulnerable spot, the old + man before us stamped with his heel upon the floor. + </p> + <p> + “‘Stop!’ cried he; and going rapidly to the front door he opened it. + ‘There!’ shrieked he, ‘if you will be fools, go! and may the lightning + blast you. But first give me the money.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘Come from the door,’ said she, reaching out her left hand for the + lantern hanging at the side of the fireplace, ‘and let Karl light this and + keep himself out of the way.’ + </p> + <p> + “It was all done. In less time than I can tell it, the old man had stepped + from the door, the younger one had lit the lantern and we were in + readiness to depart. + </p> + <p> + “‘Now do you proceed,’ said she to me, ‘I will follow.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘No,’ said I, ‘we will go together.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘But the money?’ growled the heavy voice of my host over my shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “‘I will give it to you on my return,’ said the girl.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0012" id="linklink2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. A WOMAN’S LOVE + </h2> + <p> + “Shall I ever forget the blast of driving rain that struck our faces and + enveloped us in a cloud of wet, as the door swung on its hinges and let us + forth into the night; or the electric thrill that shot through me as that + slender girl grasped my hand and drew me away through the blinding + darkness. It was not that I was so much affected by her beauty as + influenced by her power and energy. The fury of the gale seemed to bend to + her will, the wind lend wings to her feet. I began to realize what + intellect was. Arrived at the roadside, she paused and looked back. The + two burly forms of the men we had left behind us were standing in the door + of the inn; in another moment they had plunged forth and towards us. With + a low cry the young girl leaped towards a tree where to my unbounded + astonishment I beheld my horse standing ready saddled. Dragging the mare + from her fastenings, she hung the lantern, burning as it was, on the + pommel of the saddle, struck the panting creature a smart blow upon the + flank, and drew back with a leap to my side. + </p> + <p> + “The startled horse snorted, gave a plunge of dismay and started away from + us down the road. + </p> + <p> + “‘We will wait,’ said Luttra. + </p> + <p> + “The words were no sooner out of her mouth than her father and brother + rushed by. + </p> + <p> + “‘They will follow the light,’ whispered she; and seizing me again by the + hand, she hurried me away in the direction opposite to that which the + horse had taken. ‘If you will trust me, I will bring you to shelter,’ she + murmured, bending her slight form to the gusty wind but relaxing not a + whit of her speed. + </p> + <p> + “‘You are too kind,’ I murmured in return. ‘Why should you expose yourself + to such an extent for a stranger?’ + </p> + <p> + “Her hand tightened on mine, but she did not reply, and we hastened on as + speedily as the wind and rain would allow. After a short but determined + breasting of the storm, during which my breath had nearly failed me, she + suddenly stopped. + </p> + <p> + “‘Do you know,’ she exclaimed in a low impressive tone, ‘that we are on + the verge of a steep and dreadful precipice? It runs along here for a + quarter of a mile and it is not an uncommon thing for a horse and rider to + be dashed over it in a night like this.’ + </p> + <p> + “There was something in her manner that awakened a chill in my veins + almost as if she had pointed out some dreadful doom which I had + unwittingly escaped. + </p> + <p> + “‘This is, then, a dangerous road,’ I murmured. + </p> + <p> + “‘Very,’ was her hurried and almost incoherent reply. + </p> + <p> + “How far we travelled through the mud and tangled grasses of that horrible + road I do not know. It seemed a long distance; it was probably not more + than three quarters of a mile. At last she paused with a short ‘Here we + are;’ and looking up, I saw that we were in front of a small unlighted + cottage. + </p> + <p> + “No refuge ever appeared more welcome to a pair of sinking wanderers I am + sure. Wet to the skin, bedrabbled with mud, exhausted with breasting the + gale, we stood for a moment under the porch to regain our breath, then + with her characteristic energy she lifted the knocker and struck a smart + blow on the door. + </p> + <p> + “‘We will find shelter here,’ said she. + </p> + <p> + “She was not mistaken. In a few moments we were standing once more before + a comfortable fire hastily built by the worthy couple whose slumbers we + had thus interrupted. As I began to realize the sweetness of conscious + safety, all that this young, heroic creature had done for me swept warmly + across my mind. Looking up from the fire that was beginning to infuse its + heat through my grateful system, I surveyed her as she slowly undid her + long braids and shook them dry over the blaze, and almost started to see + how young she was. Not more than sixteen I should say, and yet what an + invincible will shone from her dark eyes and dignified her slender form; a + will gentle as it was strong, elevated as it was unbending. I bowed my + head as I watched her, in grateful thankfulness which I presently put into + words. + </p> + <p> + “At once she drew herself erect. ‘I did but my duty,’ said she quietly. ‘I + am glad I was prospered in it.’ Then slowly. ‘If you are grateful, sir, + will you promise to say nothing of—of what took place at the inn?’ + </p> + <p> + “Instantly I remembered a suspicion which had crossed my mind while there, + and my hand went involuntarily to my vest pocket. The roll of bills was + gone. + </p> + <p> + “She did not falter. ‘I would be relieved if you would,’ continued she. + </p> + <p> + “I drew out my empty hand, looked at it, but said nothing. + </p> + <p> + “‘Have you lost anything?’ asked she. ‘Search in your overcoat pockets.’ + </p> + <p> + “I plunged my hand into the one nearest her and drew it out with + satisfaction; the roll of bills was there. ‘I give you my promise,’ said + I. + </p> + <p> + “‘You will find a bill missing,’ she murmured; ‘for what amount I do not + know; the sacrifice of something was inevitable.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘I can only wonder over the ingenuity you displayed, as well as express + my appreciation for your bravery,’ returned I with enthusiasm. ‘You are a + noble girl.’ + </p> + <p> + “She put out her hand as if compliments hurt her. ‘It is the first time + they have ever attempted anything like that,’ cried she in a quick low + tone full of shame and suffering. ‘They have shown a disposition to—to + take money sometimes, but they never threatened life before. And they did + threaten yours. They saw you take out your money, through a hole pierced + in the wall of the room you occupied, and the sight made them mad. They + were going to kill you and then tumble you and your horse over the + precipice below there. But I overheard them talking and when they went out + to saddle the horse, I hurried up to your room to wake you. I had to take + possession of the bills; you were not safe while you held them. I took + them quietly because I hoped to save you without betraying them. But I + failed in that. You must remember they are my father and my brother.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘I will not betray them,’ said I. + </p> + <p> + “She smiled. It was a wintry gleam but it ineffably softened her face. I + became conscious of a movement of pity towards her. + </p> + <p> + “‘You have a hard lot,’ remarked I. ‘Your life must be a sad one.’ + </p> + <p> + “She flashed upon me one glance of her dark eye. ‘I was born for + hardship,’ said she, ‘but—’ and a sudden wild shudder seized her, + ‘but not for crime.’ + </p> + <p> + “The word fell like a drop of blood wrung from her heart. + </p> + <p> + “‘Good heavens!’ cried I, ‘and must you—’ + </p> + <p> + “‘No,’ rang from her lips in a clarion-like peal; ‘some things cut the + very bonds of nature. I am not called upon to cleave to what will drag me + into infamy.’ Then calmly, as if speaking of the most ordinary matter in + the world, ‘I shall never go back to that house we have left behind us, + sir.’ + </p> + <p> + “‘But,’ cried I, glancing at her scanty garments, ‘where will you go? What + will you do? You are young—’ + </p> + <p> + “‘And very strong,’ she interrupted. ‘Do not fear for me.’ And her smile + was like a burst of sudden sunshine. + </p> + <p> + “I said no more that night. + </p> + <p> + “But when in the morning I stumbled upon her sitting in the kitchen + reading a book not only above her position but beyond her years, a sudden + impulse seized me and I asked her if she would like to be educated. The + instantaneous illumining of her whole face was sufficient reply without + her low emphatic words, + </p> + <p> + “‘I would be content to study on my knees to know what some women do, whom + I have seen.’ + </p> + <p> + “It is not necessary for me to relate with what pleasure I caught at the + idea that here was a chance to repay in some slight measure the + inestimable favor she had done me; nor by what arguments I finally won her + to accept an education at my hands as some sort of recompense for the life + she had saved. The advantage which it would give her in her struggle with + the world she seemed duly to appreciate, but that so great a favor could + be shown her without causing me much trouble and an unwarrantable expense, + she could not at once be brought to comprehend, and till she could, she + held out with that gentle but inflexible will of hers. The battle, + however, was won at last and I left her in that little cottage, with the + understanding that as soon as the matter could be arranged, she was to + enter a certain boarding-school in Troy with the mistress of which I was + acquainted. Meanwhile she was to go out to service at Melville and earn + enough money to provide herself with clothes. + </p> + <p> + “I was a careless fellow in those days but I kept my promise to that girl. + I not only entered her into that school for a course of three years, but + acting through its mistress who had taken a great fancy to her, supplied + her with the necessities her position required. It was so easy; merely the + signing of a check from time to time, and it was done. I say this because + I really think if it had involved any personal sacrifice on my part, even + of an hour of my time, or the labor of a thought, I should not have done + it. For with my return to the city my interest in my cousin revived, + absorbing me to such an extent that any matter disconnected with her soon + lost all charm for me. + </p> + <p> + “Two years passed; I was the slave of Evelyn Blake, but there was no + engagement between us. My father’s determined opposition was enough to + prevent that. But there was an understanding which I fondly hoped would + one day open for me the way of happiness. But I did not know my father. + Sick as he was—he was at that time laboring under the disease which + in a couple of months later bore him to the tomb—he kept an eye upon + my movements and seemed to probe my inmost heart. At last he came to a + definite decision and spoke. + </p> + <p> + “His words opened a world of dismay before me. I was his only child, as he + remarked, and it had been and was the desire of his heart to leave me as + rich and independent a man as himself. But I seemed disposed to commit one + of those acts against which he had the most determined prejudice; marriage + between cousins being in his eyes an unsanctified and dangerous + proceeding, liable to consequences the most unhappy. If I persisted, he + must will his property elsewhere. The Blake estate should never descend + with the seal of his approbation to a race of probable imbeciles. + </p> + <p> + “Nor was this enough. He not only robbed me of the woman I loved, but with + a clear insight into the future, I presume, insisted upon my marrying some + one else of respectability and worth before he died. ‘Anyone whose + appearance will do you credit and whose virtue is beyond reproach,’ said + he. ‘I don’t ask her to be rich or even the offspring of one of our old + families. Let her be good and pure and of no connection to us, and I will + bless her and you with my dying breath.’ + </p> + <p> + “The idea had seized upon him with great force, and I soon saw he was not + to be shaken out of it. To all my objections he returned but the one word, + </p> + <p> + “‘I don’t restrict your choice and I give you a month in which to make it. + If at the end of that time you cannot bring your bride to my bedside, I + must look around for an heir who will not thwart my dying wishes.’” + </p> + <p> + “A month! I surveyed the fashionable belles that nightly thronged the + parlors of my friends and felt my heart sink within me. Take one of them + for my wife, loving another woman? Impossible. Women like these demanded + something in return for the honor they conferred upon a man by marrying + him. Wealth? they had it. Position? that was theirs also. Consideration? + ah, what consideration had I to give? I turned from them with distaste. + </p> + <p> + “My cousin Evelyn gave me no help. She was a proud woman and loved my + money and my expectations as much as she did me. + </p> + <p> + “‘If you must marry another woman to retain your wealth, marry, said she, + ‘but do not marry one of my associates. I will have no rival in my own + empire; your wife must be a plainer and a less aspiring woman than Evelyn + Blake. Yet do not discredit your name,—which is mine,’ she would + always add. + </p> + <p> + “Meanwhile the days flew by. If my own conscience had allowed me to forget + the fact, my father’s eagerly inquiring, but sternly unrelenting gaze as I + came each evening to his bedside, would have kept it sufficiently in my + mind. I began to feel like one in the power of some huge crushing machine + whose slowly descending weight he in vain endeavors to escape. + </p> + <p> + “How or when the thought of Luttra first crossed my mind I cannot say. At + first I recoiled at the suggestion and put it away from me in disdain; but + it ever recurred and with it so many arguments in her favor that before + long I found myself regarding it as a refuge. To be sure she was a waif + and a stray, but that seemed to be the kind of wife demanded of me. She + was allied to rogues if not villains, I knew; but then had she not cut all + connection with them, dropped away from them, planted her feet on new + ground which they would never invade? I commenced to cherish the idea. + With this friendless, grateful, unassuming protegee of mine for a wife, I + would be as little bound as might be. She would ask nothing, and I need + give nothing, beyond a home and the common attentions required of a + gentleman and a friend. Then she was not disagreeable, nor was her beauty + of a type to suggest the charms of her I had lost. None of the graces of + the haughty patrician lady whose lightest gesture was a command, would + appear in this humble girl, to mock and constrain me. No, I should have a + fair wife and an obedient one, but no vulgarized shadow of Evelyn, thank + God, or of any of her fashionably dressed friends. + </p> + <p> + “Advanced thus far towards the end, I went to see Luttra. I had not beheld + her since the morning we parted at the door of that little cottage in + Vermont, and her presence caused me a shock. This, the humble waif with + the appealing grateful eyes I had expected to encounter? this tall and + slender creature with an aureola of golden hair about a face that it was + an education to behold! I felt a half movement of anger as I surveyed her. + I had been cheated; I had planted a grape seed and a palm tree had sprung + up in its place. I was so taken aback, my salute lost something of the + benevolent condescension I had intended to infuse into it. She seemed to + feel my embarassment and a half smile fluttered to her lips. That smile + decided me. It was sweet but above all else it was appealing. + </p> + <p> + “How I won that woman to marry me in ten days time I care not to state. + Not by holding up my wealth and position before her. Something restrained + me from that. I was resolved, and perhaps it was the only point of light + in my conduct at that time, not to buy this young girl. I never spoke of + my expectations, I never alluded to my present advantages yet I won her. + </p> + <p> + “We were married, there, in Troy in the quietest and most unpretending + manner. Why the fact has never transpired I cannot say. I certainly took + no especial pains to conceal it at the time, though I acknowledge that + after our separation I did resort to such measures as I thought necessary, + to suppress what had become gall and wormwood to my pride. + </p> + <p> + “My first move after the ceremony was to bring her immediately to New York + and to this house. With perhaps a pardonable bitterness of spirit, I had + refrained from any notification of my intentions, and it was as strangers + might enter an unprepared dwelling, that we stepped across the threshold + of this house and passed immediately to my father’s room. + </p> + <p> + “‘I can give you no wedding and no honeymoon,’ I had told her. ‘My father + is dying and demands my care. From the altar to a death-bed may be sad for + you, but it is an inevitable condition of your marriage with me.’ And she + had accepted her fate with a deep unspeakable smile it has taken me long + months of loneliness and suffering to understand. + </p> + <p> + “‘Father, I bring you my bride,’ were my first words to him as the door + closed behind us shutting us in with the dread, invisible Presence that + for so long a time had been relentlessly advancing upon our home. + </p> + <p> + “I shall never forget how he roused himself in his bed, nor with what + eager eyes he read her young face and surveyed her slight form swaying + towards him in her sudden emotion like a flame in a breeze. Nor while I + live shall I lose sight of the spasm of uncontrollable joy with which he + lifted his aged arms towards her, nor the look with which she sprang from + my side and nestled, yes nestled, on the breast that never to my + remembrance had opened itself to me even in the years of my earliest + childhood. For my father was a stern man who believed in holding love at + arm’s length and measured affection by the depth of awe it inspired. + </p> + <p> + “‘My daughter!’ broke from his lips, and he never inquired who she was or + what; no, not even when after a moment of silence she raised her head and + with a sudden low cry of passionate longing looked in his face and + murmured, + </p> + <p> + “‘I never had a father.’ + </p> + <p> + “Sirs, it is impossible for me to continue without revealing depths of + pride and bitterness in my own nature, from which I now shrink with + unspeakable pain. So far from being touched by this scene, I felt myself + grow hard under it. If he had been disappointed in my choice, queried at + it or even been simply pleased at my obedience, I might have accepted the + wife I had won, and been tolerably grateful. But to love her, admire her, + glory in her when Evelyn Blake had never succeeded in winning a glance + from his eyes that was not a public disapprobation! I could not endure it; + my whole being rebelled, and a movement like hate took possession of me. + </p> + <p> + “Bidding my wife to leave me with my father alone, I scarcely waited for + the door to close upon the poor young thing before all that had been + seething in my breast for a month, burst from me in the one cry, + </p> + <p> + “‘I have brought you a daughter as you commanded me. Now give me the + blessing you promised and let me go; for I cannot live with a woman I do + not love.’ + </p> + <p> + “Instantly, and before his lips could move, the door opened and the woman + I thus repudiated in the first dawning hour of her young bliss, stood + before us. My God! what a face! When I think of it now in the night season—when + from dreams that gloomy as they are, are often elysian to the thoughts + which beset me in my waking hours, I suddenly arouse to see starting upon + me from the surrounding shadows that young fair brow with its halo of + golden tresses, blotted, ay blotted by the agony that turned her that + instant into stone, I wonder I did not take out the pistol that lay in the + table near which I stood, and shoot her lifeless on the spot as some sort + of a compensation for the misery I had caused her. I say I wonder now: + then I only thought of braving it out. + </p> + <p> + “Straight as a dart, but with that look on her face, she came towards us. + ‘Did I hear aright?’ were the words that came from her lips. ‘Have you + married me, a woman beneath your station as I now perceive, because you + were commanded to do so? Have you not loved me? given me that which alone + makes marriage a sacrament or even a possibility? and must you leave this + house made sacred by the recumbent form of your dying father if I remain + within it?’ + </p> + <p> + “I saw my father’s stiff and pallid lips move silently as though he would + answer for me if he could, and summoning up what courage I possessed, I + told her that I deeply regretted she had overheard my inconsiderate words. + That I had never meant to wound her, whatever bitterness lay in my heart + towards one who had thwarted me in my dearest and most cherished hopes. + That I humbly begged her pardon and would so far acknowledge her claim + upon me as to promise that I would not leave my home at this time, if it + distressed her; my desire being not to injure her, only to protect myself. + </p> + <p> + “O the scorn that mounted to her brow at these weak words. Not scorn of + me, thank God, worthy as I was of it that hour, but scorn of my slight + opinion of her. + </p> + <p> + “‘Then I heard aright,’ she murmured, and waited with a look that would + not be gainsaid. + </p> + <p> + “I could only bow my head, cursing the day I was born. + </p> + <p> + “‘Holman! Holman!’ came in agonized entreaty from the bed, ‘you will not + rob me of my daughter now?’ + </p> + <p> + “Startled, I looked up. Luttra was half way to the door. + </p> + <p> + “‘What are you going to do?’ cried I, bounding towards her. + </p> + <p> + “She stopped me with a look. ‘The son must never forsake the father,’ said + she. ‘If either of us must leave the house this day, let it be I.’ Then in + a softer tone, ‘When you asked me to be your wife, I who had worshipped + you from the moment you entered my father’s house on the memorable night I + left it, was so overcome at your condescension that I forgot you did not + preface it by the usual passionate, ‘I love you,’ which more than the + marriage ring binds two hearts together. In the glamour and glow of my + joy, I did not see that the smile that was in my heart, was missing from + your face. I was to be your wife and that was enough, or so I thought + then, for I loved you. Ah, and I do now, my husband, love you so that I + leave you. Were it for your happiness I would do more than that, I would + give you back your freedom, but from what I hear, it seems that you need a + wife in name and I will be but fulfilling your desire in holding that + place for you. I will never disgrace the position high as it is above my + poor deserts. When the day comes—if the day comes—that you + need or feel you need the sustainment of my presence or the devotion of my + heart, no power on earth save that of death itself, shall keep me from + your side. Till that day arrives I remain what you have made me, a bride + who lays no claim to the name you this morning bestowed upon her.’ And + with a gesture that was like a benediction, she turned, and noiselessly, + breathlessly as a dream that vanishes, left the room. + </p> + <p> + “Sirs, I believe I uttered a cry and stumbled towards her. Some one in + that room uttered a cry, but it may be that it only rose in my heart and + that the one I heard came from my father’s lips. For when at the door I + turned, startled at the deathly silence, I saw he had fainted on his + pillow. I could not leave him so. Calling to Mrs. Daniels, who was never + far from my father in those days, I bade her stop the lady—I believe + I called her my wife—who was going down the stairs, and then rushed + to his side. It took minutes to revive him. When he came to himself it was + to ask for the creature who had flashed like a beacon of light upon his + darkening path. I rose as if to fetch her but before I could advance I + heard a voice say, ‘She is not here,’ and looking up I saw Mrs. Daniels + glide into the room. + </p> + <p> + “‘Mrs. Blake has gone, sir, I could not keep her.’” + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0013" id="linklink2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. A MAN’S HEART + </h2> + <p> + “That was the last time my eyes ever rested upon my wife. Whither she went + or what refuge she gained, I never knew. My father who had received in + this scene a great shock, began to fail so rapidly, he demanded my + constant care; and though from time to time as I ministered to him and + noted with what a yearning persistency he would eye the door and then turn + and meet my gaze with a look I could not understand, I caught myself + asking whether I had done a deed destined to hang forever about me like a + pall; it was not till after his death that the despairing image of the + bright young creature to whom I had given my name, returned with any + startling distinctness to my mind, or that I allowed myself to ask whether + the heavy gloom which I now felt settling upon me was owing to the sense + of shame that overpowered me at the remembrance of the past, or to the + possible loss I had sustained in the departure of my young unloved bride. + </p> + <p> + “The announcement at this time of the engagement between Evelyn Blake and + the Count De Mirac may have had something to do with this. Though I had + never in the most passionate hours of my love for her, lost sight of that + side of her nature which demanded as her right the luxury of great wealth; + and though in my tacit abandonment of her and secret marriage with another + I had certainly lost the right to complain of her actions whatever they + might be, this manifest surrendering of herself to the power of wealth and + show at the price of all that women are believed to hold dear, was an + undoubted blow to my pride and the confidence I had till now unconsciously + reposed in her inherent womanliness and affection. That she had but made + on a more conspicuous scale, the same sacrifice as myself to the god of + Wealth and Position, was in my eyes at that time, no palliation of her + conduct. I was a man none too good or exalted at the best; she, a woman, + should have been superior to the temptations that overpowered me. That she + was not, seemed to drag all womanhood a little nearer the dust; + fashionable womanhood I ought to say, for somehow even at that early day + her conduct did not seem to affect the vivid image of Luttra standing upon + my threshold, shorn of her joy but burning with a devotion I did not + comprehend, and saying, + </p> + <p> + “‘I loved you. Ah, and I do yet, my husband, love you so that I leave you. + When the day comes—if the day comes—you need or feel you need + the sustainment of my presence or the devotion of my heart, no power on + earth save that of death itself, shall keep me from your side.’ + </p> + <p> + “Yes, with the fading away of other faces and other forms, that face and + that form now began to usurp the chief place in my thoughts. Not to my + relief and pleasure. That could scarcely be, remembering all that had + occurred; rather to my increasing distress and passionate resentment. I + longed to forget I was held by a tie, that known to the world would cause + me the bitterest shame. For by this time the true character of her father + and brother had been revealed and I found myself bound to the daughter of + a convicted criminal. + </p> + <p> + “But I could not forget her. The look with which she had left me was + branded into my consciousness. Night and day it floated before me, till to + escape it I resolved to fasten it upon canvas, if by that means I might + succeed in eliminating it from my dreams. + </p> + <p> + “The painting you have seen this night is the result. Born with an + artist’s touch and insight that under other circumstances might, perhaps, + have raised me into the cold dry atmosphere of fame, the execution of this + piece of work, presented but few difficulties to my somewhat accustomed + hand. Day by day her beauty grew beneath my brush, startling me often with + its spiritual force and significance till my mind grew feverish over its + work, and I could scarcely refrain from rising at night to give a touch + here or there to the floating golden hair or the piercing, tender eyes + turned, ah, ever turned upon the inmost citadel of my heart with that look + that slew my father before his time and made me, yes me, old in spirit + even in the ardent years of my first manhood. + </p> + <p> + “At last it was finished and she stood before me life-like and real in the + very garments and with almost the very aspect of that never to be + forgotten moment. Even the roses which in the secret uneasiness of my + conscience I had put in her hand on our departure from Troy, as a sort of + visible token that I regarded her as my bride, and which through all her + interview with my father she had never dropped, blossomed before me on the + canvas. Nothing that could give reality to the likeness, was lacking; the + vision of my dreams stood embodied in my sight, and I looked for peace. + Alas, that picture now became my dream. + </p> + <p> + “Inserting it behind that of Evelyn which for two years had held its place + above my armchair, I turned its face to the wall when I rose in the + morning. But at night it beamed ever upon me, becoming as the months + passed, the one thing to hold to and muse over when the world grew a + little noisy in my ears and the never ceasing conflict of the ages beat a + trifle too loudly on heart and brain. + </p> + <p> + “Meanwhile no word of her, only of her villainous father and brother; no + token that she had escaped evil or was removed from want. If I had loved + her I could not have succored her, for I did not know where to find her. + Her countenance illumined my wall, but her fair young self lay for all I + knew sheltered within the darkness and silence of the tomb. + </p> + <p> + “At length my morbid broodings worked out their natural result. A dull + melancholy settled upon me which nothing could break. Even the news that + my cousin who had lost her husband a month after marriage, had returned to + America with expectation to remain, scarcely caused a ripple in my apathy. + Was I sinking into a hypochrondriac? or was my passion for the beautiful + brunette dead? I determined to solve the doubt. + </p> + <p> + “Seeking her where I knew she would be found, I gazed again upon her + beauty. It was absolutely nothing to me. A fair young face with high + thoughts in every glance floated like sunshine between us and I left the + haughty Countess, with the knowledge burned deep into my brain, that the + love I had considered slain was alive and demanding, but that the object + of it past recall, was my lost young wife. + </p> + <p> + “Once assured of this, my apathy vanished like mist before a kindled + torch. Henceforth the future held a hope, and life a purpose. I would seek + my wife throughout the world and bring her back if I found her in prison + between the men whose existence was a curse to my pride. But where should + I turn my steps? What golden thread had she left in my hand by which to + trace her through the labyrinth of this world? I could think of but one, + and that was the love which would restrain her from going away from me too + far. The Luttra of old would not leave the city where her husband lived. + If she was not changed, I ought to be able to find her somewhere within + this great Babylon of ours. Wisdom told me to set the police upon her + track, but pride bade me try every other means first. So with the feverish + energy of one leading a forlorn hope, I began to pace the streets if haply + I might see her face shine upon me from the crowd of passers by; a foolish + fancy, unproductive of result! I not only failed to see her, but anyone + like her. + </p> + <p> + “In the midst of the despair occasioned by this failure a thought flashed + across me or rather a remembrance. One night not long since, being + uncommonly restless, I had risen from my bed, dressed me and gone out into + the yard back of my house for a little air. It was an unusual thing for me + to do but I seemed to be suffocating where I was, and nothing else would + satisfy me. As you already surmise, it was the night on which disappeared + the sewing girl of which you have so often spoken, but I knew nothing of + that, my thoughts were far from my own home and its concerns. You may + judge what a state of mind I was in when I tell you that I even thought at + one moment while I paused before the gate leading into —— + Street that I saw the face of her with whom my thoughts were ever busy, + peering upon me through the bars. + </p> + <p> + “You tell me that I did see a girl there, and that it was the one who had + lived as sewing woman in my house; it may be so, but at the time I + considered it a vision of my wife, and the remembrance of it, coming as it + did after my repeated failures to encounter her in the street, worked a + change in my plans. For regard it as weakness or not, the recollection + that the vision I had seen wore the garments of a working-woman rather + than a lady, acted upon me like a warning not to search for her any longer + among the resorts of the well-dressed, but in the regions of poverty and + toil. I therefore took to wanderings such as I have no heart to describe. + Nor do I need to, if, as you have informed me, I have been followed. + </p> + <p> + “The result was almost madness. Though deep in my heart I felt a steadfast + trust in the purity of her intentions, the fear of what she might have + been driven to by the awful poverty and despair I every day saw seething + about me, was like hot steel in brain and heart. Then her father and her + brother! To what might they not have forced her, innocent and loving soul + though she was! Drinking the dregs of a cup such as I had never considered + it possible for me to taste, I got so far as to believe that her eyes + would yet flash upon me from beneath some of the tattered shawls I saw + sullying the forms of the young girls upon which I hourly stumbled. Yes, + and even made a move to see my cousin, if haply I could so win upon her + compassion as to gain her consent to shelter the poor creature of my + dreams in case the necessity came. But my heart failed me at the sight of + her cold face above the splendor she had bought with her charms, and I was + saved a humiliation I might never have risen above. + </p> + <p> + “At last, one day I saw a girl—no, it was not she, but her hair was + similar to hers in hue, and the impulse to follow her was irresistible. I + did more than that, I spoke to her. I asked her if she could tell me + anything of one whose locks were golden red like hers—But I need not + tell you what I said nor what she replied with a gentle delicacy that was + almost a shock to me as showing from what heights to what depths a woman + can fall. Enough that nothing passed between us beyond what I have + intimated, and that in all she said she gave me no news of Luttra. + </p> + <p> + “Next day I started for the rambling old house in Vermont, if haply in the + spot where I first saw her, I might come upon some clue to her present + whereabouts. But the old inn was deserted, and whatever hope I may have + had in that direction, perished with the rest. + </p> + <p> + “Concerning the contents of that bureau-drawer above, I can say nothing. + If, as I scarcely dare to hope, they should prove to have been indeed + brought here by the girl who has since disappeared so strangely, who knows + but what in those folded garments a clue is given which will lead me at + last to the knowledge for which I would now barter all I possess. My wife—But + I can mention her name no more till the question that now assails us is + set at rest. Mrs. Daniels must—” + </p> + <p> + But at that moment the door opened and Mrs. Daniels came in. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0014" id="linklink2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. MRS. DANIELS + </h2> + <p> + She still wore her bonnet and shawl and her face was like marble. + </p> + <p> + “You want me?” said she with a hurried look towards Mr. Blake that had as + much fear as surprise in it. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” murmured that gentleman moving towards her with an effort we could + very well appreciate. “Mrs. Daniels, who was the girl you harbored in that + room above us for so long? Speak; what was her name and where did she come + from?” + </p> + <p> + The housekeeper trembling in every limb, cast us one hurried appeal. + </p> + <p> + “Speak!” reechoed Mr. Gryce; “the time for secrecy has passed.” + </p> + <p> + “O,” cried she, sinking into a chair from sheer inability to stand, “it + was your wife, Mr. Blake, the young creature you—” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” + </p> + <p> + All the agony, the hopelessness, the love, the passion of those last few + months flashed up in that word. She stopped as if she had been shot, but + seeing the hand which he had hurriedly raised, fall slowly before him, + went on with a burst, + </p> + <p> + “O sir, she made me swear on my knees I would never betray her, no matter + what happened. When not two weeks after your father died she came to the + house and asking for me, told me all her story and all her love; how she + could not reconcile it with her idea of a wife’s duty to live under any + other roof than that of her husband, and lifting off the black wig which + she wore, showed me how altered she had made herself by that simple change—in + her case more marked by the fact that her eyes were in keeping with black + hair, while with her own bright locks they always gave you a shock as of + something strange and haunting—I gave up my will as if forced by a + magnetic power, and not only opened the house to her but my heart as well; + swearing to all she demanded and keeping my oath too, as I would preserve + my soul from sin and my life from the knife of the destroyer.” + </p> + <p> + “But, when she went,” broke from the pallid lips of the man before her, + “when she was taken away from the house, what then?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” returned the agitated woman, “what then! Do you not think I + suffered? To be held by my oath, an oath I was satisfied she would wish + kept even at this crisis, yet knowing all the while she was drifting away + into some evil that you, if you knew who she was, would give your life to + avert from your honor if not from her innocent head! To see you cold, + indifferent, absorbed in other things, while she, who would have perished + any day for your happiness, was losing her life perhaps in the clutches of + those horrible villains! Do not ask me to tell you what I have suffered + since she went; I can never tell you,—innocent, tender, + noble-hearted creature that she was.” + </p> + <p> + “Was?” His hand clutched his heart as if it had been seized by a deathly + spasm. “Why do you say was?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I have just come from the Morgue where she lies dead.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” came in a low shriek from his lips, “that is not she; that is + another woman, like her perhaps, but not she.” + </p> + <p> + “Would to God you were right; but the long golden braids! Such hair as + hers I never saw on anyone before.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Blake is right,” I broke in, for I could not endure this scene any + longer. “The woman taken out of the East river to-day has been both seen + and spoken to by him and that not long since. He should know if it is his + wife.” + </p> + <p> + “And isn’t it?” + </p> + <p> + “No, a thousand times no; the girl was a perfect stranger.” + </p> + <p> + The assurance seemed to lift a leaden weight from her heart. “O thank + God,” she murmured dropping with an irresistible impulse on her knees. + Then with a sudden return of her old tremble, “But I was only to reveal + her secret in case of her death! What have I done, O what have I done! Her + only hope lay in my faithfulness.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blake leaning heavily on the table before him, looked in her face. + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Daniels,” said he, “I love my wife; her hope now lies in me.” + </p> + <p> + She leaped to her feet with a joyous bound. “You love her? O thank God!” + she again reiterated but this time in a low murmur to her self. “Thank + God!” and weeping with unrestrained joy, she drew back into a corner. + </p> + <p> + Of course after that, all that remained for us to do was to lay our heads + together and consult as to the best method of renewing our search after + the unhappy girl, now rendered of double interest to us by the facts with + which we had just been made acquainted. That she had been forced away from + the roof that sheltered her by the power of her father and brother was of + course no longer open to doubt. To discover them, therefore, meant to + recover her. Do you wonder, then, that from the moment we left Mr. Blake’s + house, the capture of that brace of thieves became the leading purpose of + our two lives? + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0015" id="linklink2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. A CONFAB + </h2> + <p> + Next morning Mr. Gryce and I met in serious consultation. How, and in what + direction should we extend the inquiries necessary to a discovery of these + Schoenmakers? + </p> + <p> + “I advise a thorough overhauling of the German quarter,” said my superior. + “Schmidt, and Rosenthal will help us and the result ought to be + satisfactory.” + </p> + <p> + But I shook my head at this. “I don’t believe,” said I, “that they will + hide among their own people. You must remember they are not alone, but + have with them a young woman of a somewhat distinguished appearance, whose + presence in a crowded district, like that, would be sure to awaken gossip; + something which above all else they must want to avoid.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true; the Germans are a dreadful race for gossip.” + </p> + <p> + “If they dared to ill-dress her or ill-treat her, it would be different. + But she is a valuable piece of property to them you see, a choice lot of + goods which it is for their interest to preserve in first-class condition + till the day comes for its disposal. For I presume you have no doubt that + it is for the purpose of extorting money from Mr. Blake that they have + carried off his young wife.” + </p> + <p> + “For that reason or one similar. He is a man of resources, they may have + hoped he would help them to escape the country.” + </p> + <p> + “If they don’t hide in the German quarter they certainly won’t in the + Italian, French or Irish. What they want is too keep close and rouse no + questions. I think they will be found to have gone up the river somewhere, + or over to Jersey. Hoboken would’nt be a bad place to send Schmidt to.” + </p> + <p> + “You forget what it is they’ve got on their minds; besides no conspicuous + party such as they could live in a rural district without attracting more + attention than in the most crowded tenement house in the city.” + </p> + <p> + “Where do you think, then, they would be liable to go?” + </p> + <p> + “Well my most matured thought on the subject,” returned Mr. Gryce, after a + moment’s deliberation, “is this,—you say, and I agree, that they + have hampered themselves with this woman at this time for the purpose of + using her hereafter in a scheme of black-mail upon Mr. Blake. He, then, + must be the object about which their thoughts revolve and toward which + whatever operations or plans they may be engaged upon must tend. What + follows? When a company of men have made up their minds to rob a bank, + what is the first thing they do? They hire, if possible, a house next to + the especial building they intend to enter, and for months work upon the + secret passage through which they hope to reach the safe and its contents; + or they make friends with the watchman that guards its treasures, and the + janitor who opens and shuts the doors. In short they hang about their prey + before they pounce upon it. And so will these Schoenmakers do in the + somewhat different robbery which they plan sooner or later to effect. + Whatever may keep them close at this moment, Mr. Blake and Mr. Blake’s + house is the point toward which their eyes are turned, and if we had time—” + </p> + <p> + “But we have’nt,” I broke in impetuously. “It is horrible to think of that + grand woman languishing away in the power of such rascals.” + </p> + <p> + “If we had time,” Mr. Gryce persisted, “all it would be necessary to do + would be to wait, they would come into our hands as easily and naturally + as a hawk into the snare of the fowler. But as you say we have not, and + therefore, I would recommend a little beating of the bush directly about + Mr. Blake’s house; for if all my experience is not at fault, those men are + already within eye-shot of the prey they intend to run down.” + </p> + <p> + “But,” said I, “I have been living myself in that very neighborhood and + know by this time the ways of every house in the vicinity. There is not a + spot up and down the Avenue for ten blocks where they could hide away for + two days much less two weeks. And as for the side streets,—why I + could tell you the names of those who live in each house for a + considerable distance. Yet if you say so I will go to work—” + </p> + <p> + “Do, and meanwhile Schmidt and Rosenthal shall rummage the German quarter + and even go through Williamsburgh and Hoboken. The end justifies any + amount of labor that can be spent upon this matter.” + </p> + <p> + “And you,” I asked. + </p> + <p> + “Will do my part when you have done yours.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0016" id="linklink2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. THE MARK OF THE RED CROSS + </h2> + <p> + And what success did I meet? The best in the world. And by what means did + I attain it? By that of the simplest, prettiest clue I ever came upon. But + let me explain. + </p> + <p> + When after a wearisome day spent in an ineffectual search through the + neighborhood, I went home to my room, which as you remember was a front + one in a lodging-house on the opposite corner from Mr. Blake, I was so + absorbed in mind and perhaps I may say shaken in nerve, by the strain + under which I had been laboring for some time now, that I stumbled up an + extra flight of stairs, and without any suspicion of the fact, tried the + door of the room directly over mine. It is a wonder to me now that I could + have made the mistake, for the halls were totally dissimilar, the one + above being much more cut up than the one below, besides being flanked by + a greater number of doors. But the intoxication of the mind is not far + removed from that of the body, and as I say it was not till I had tried + the door and found it locked, that I became aware of the mistake I had + made. + </p> + <p> + With the foolish sense of shame that always overcomes us at the committal + of any such trivial error, I stumbled hastily back, when my foot trod upon + something that broke under my weight. I never let even small things pass + without some notice. Stooping, then, for what I had thus inadvertently + crushed, I carried it to where a single gas jet turned down very low, made + a partial light in the long hall, and examining it, found it to be a piece + of red chalk. + </p> + <p> + What was there in that simple fact to make me start and hastily recall one + or two half-forgotten incidents which, once brought to mind, awoke a train + of thought that led to the discovery and capture of those two desperate + thieves? I will tell you. + </p> + <p> + I don’t remember now whether in my account of the visit I paid to the + Schoenmakers’ house in Vermont, I informed you of the red cross I noticed + scrawled on the panel of one of the doors. It seemed a trivial thing at + the time and made little or no impression upon me, the chances being that + I should never have thought of it again, if I had not come upon the + article just mentioned at a moment when my mind was full of those very + Schoenmakers. But remembered now, together with another half-forgotten + fact,—that some days previous I had been told by the woman who kept + the house I was in, that the parties over my head (two men and a woman I + believe she said) were giving her some trouble, but that they paid well + and therefore she did not like to turn them out,—it aroused a vague + suspicion in my mind, and led to my walking back to the door I had + endeavored to open in my abstraction, and carefully looking at it. + </p> + <p> + It was plain and white, rather ruder of make than those below, but + offering no inducements for prolonged scrutiny. But not so with the one + that stood at right angles to it on the left. Full in the centre of that, + I beheld distinctly scrawled, probably with the very piece of chalk I then + held, a red cross precisely similar in outline to the one I had seen a few + days before on the panel of the Schoenmakers’ door at Granby. + </p> + <p> + The discovery sent a thrill over me that almost raised my hair on end. + Was, then, this famous trio to be found in the very house in which I had + been myself living for a week or more? over my head in fact? I could not + withdraw my gaze from the mysterious looking object. I bent near, I + listened, I heard what sounded like the suppressed snore of a powerful + man, and almost had to lay hold of myself to prevent my hand from pushing + open that closed door and my feet from entering. As it was I did finger + the knob a little, but an extra loud snore from within reminded me by its + suggestion of strength that I was but a small man and that in this case + and at this hour, discretion was the better part of valor. + </p> + <p> + I therefore withdrew, but for the whole night lay awake listening to catch + any sounds that might come from above, and going so far as to plan what I + would do if it should be proved that I was indeed upon the trail of the + men I was so anxious to encounter. + </p> + <p> + With the breaking of day I was upon my feet. A rude step had gone up the + stairs a few minutes before and I was all alert to follow. But I presently + considered that my wisest course would be to sound the landlady and learn + if possible with what sort of characters I had to deal. Routing her out of + the kitchen, where at that early hour she was already engaged in domestic + duties, I drew her into a retired corner and put my questions. She was not + backward in replying. She had conceived an innocent liking for me in the + short time I had been with her—a display of weakness for which I was + myself, perhaps, as much to blame as she—and was only too ready to + pour out her griefs into my sympathizing ear. For those men were a grief + to her, acceptable as was the money they were careful to provide her with. + They were not only always in the house, that is one of them, smoking his + old pipe and blackening up the walls, but they looked so shabby, and kept + the girl so close, and if they did go out, came in at such unheard of + hours. It was enough to drive her crazy; yet the money, the money— + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said I, “I know; and the money ought to make you overlook all the + small disagreeablenesses you mention. What is a landlady without + patience.” And I urged her not to turn them out. + </p> + <p> + “But the girl,” she went on, “so nice, so quiet, so sick-looking! I cannot + stand it to see her cooped up in that small room, always watched over by + one or both of those burly wretches. The old man says she is his daughter + and she does not deny it, but I would as soon think of that little rosy + child you see cooing in the window over the way, belonging to the beggar + going in at the gate, as of her with her lady-like ways having any + connection with him and his rough-acting son. You ought to see her—” + </p> + <p> + “That is just what I want to do,” interrupted I. “Not because you have + tempted my fancy by a recital of her charms,” I hastened to add, “but + because she is, if I don’t mistake, a woman for whose discovery and + rescue, a large sum of money has been offered.” + </p> + <p> + And without further disguise I acquainted the startled woman before me + with the fact that I was not, as she had always considered, the clerk out + of employment whose daily business it was to sally forth in quest of a + situation, but a member of the city police. + </p> + <p> + She was duly impressed and easily persuaded to second all my operations as + far as her poor wits would allow, giving me free range of her upper story, + and above all, promising that secrecy without which all my finely laid + plans for capturing the rogues without raising a scandal, would fall + headlong to the ground. + </p> + <p> + Behold me, then, by noon of that same day domiciled in an apartment next + to the one whose door bore that scarlet sign which had aroused within me + such feverish hopes the night before. Clad in the seedy garments of a + broken down French artist whose acquaintance I had once made, with + something of his air and general appearance and with a few of his wretched + daubs hung about on the whitewashed wall, I commenced with every prospect + of success as I thought, that quiet espionage of the hall and its + inhabitants which I considered necessary to a proper attainment of the end + I had in view. + </p> + <p> + A racking cough was one of the peculiarities of my friend, and determined + to assume the character in toto, I allowed myself to startle the silence + now and then with a series of gasps and chokings that whether agreeable or + not, certainly were of a character to show that I had no desire to conceal + my presence from those I had come among. Indeed it was my desire to + acquaint them as fully and as soon as possible with the fact of their + having a neighbor: a weak-eyed half-alive innocent to be sure, but yet a + neighbor who would keep his door open night and day—for the warmth + of the hall of course—and who with the fretful habit of an old man + who had once been a gentleman and a beau, went rambling about through the + hall speaking to those he met and expecting a civil word in return. When + he was not rambling or coughing he made architectural monsters out of + cardboard, wherewith to tempt the pennies out of the pockets of unwary + children, an employment that kept him chained to a small table in the + centre of his room directly opposite the open door. + </p> + <p> + As I expected I had scarcely given way to three separate fits of coughing, + when the door next me opened with a jerk and a rough voice called out, + </p> + <p> + “Who’s that making all that to do about here? If you don’t stop that + infernal noise in a hurry—” + </p> + <p> + A soft voice interrupted him and he drew back. “I will go see,” said those + gentle tones, and Luttra Blake, for I knew it was she before the skirt of + her robe had advanced beyond the door, stepped out into the hall. + </p> + <p> + I was yet bent over my work when she paused before me. The fact is I did + not dare look up, the moment was one of such importance to me. + </p> + <p> + “You have a dreadful cough,” said she with that low ring of sympathy in + her voice that goes unconsciously to the heart. “Is there no help for it?” + </p> + <p> + I pushed back my work, drew my hand over my eyes, (I did not need to make + it tremble) and glanced up. “No,” said I with a shake of my head, “but it + is not always so bad. I beg your pardon, miss, if it disturbs you.” + </p> + <p> + She threw back the shawl which she had held drawn tightly over her head, + and advanced with an easy gliding step close to my side. “You do not + disturb me, but my father is—is, well a trifle cross sometimes, and + if he should speak up a little harsh now and then, you must not mind. I am + sorry you are so ill.” + </p> + <p> + What is there in some women’s look, some women’s touch that more than all + beauty goes to the heart and subdues it. As she stood there before me in + her dark worsted dress and coarse shawl, with her locks simply braided and + her whole person undignified by art and ungraced by ornament, she seemed + just by the power of her expression and the witchery of her manner, the + loveliest woman I had ever beheld. + </p> + <p> + “You are veree kind, veree good,” I murmured, half ashamed of my disguise, + though it was assumed for the purpose of rescuing her. “Your sympathy goes + to my heart.” Then as a deep growl of impatience rose from the room at my + side, I motioned her to go and not irritate the man who seemed to have + such control over her. + </p> + <p> + “In a minute,” answered she, “first tell me what you are making.” + </p> + <p> + So I told her and in the course of telling, let drop such other facts + about my fancied life as I wished to have known to her and through her to + her father. She looked sweetly interested and more than once turned upon + me that dark eye, of which I had heard so much, full of tears that were as + much for me, scamp that I was, as for her own secret trouble. But the + growls becoming more and more impatient she speedily turned to go, + repeating, however, as she did so, + </p> + <p> + “Now remember what I say, you are not to be troubled if they do speak + cross to you. They make noise enough themselves sometimes, as you will + doubtless be assured of to-night.” + </p> + <p> + And the lips which seemed to have grown stiff and cold with her misery, + actually softened into something like a smile. + </p> + <p> + The nod which I gave her in return had the solemnity of a vow in it. + </p> + <p> + My mind thus assured as to the correctness of my suspicions, and the way + thus paved to the carrying out of my plans, I allowed some few days to + elapse without further action on my part. My motive was to acquaint myself + as fully as possible with the habits and ways of these two desperate men, + before making the attempt to capture them upon which so many interests + hung. For while I felt it would be highly creditable to my sagacity, as + well as valuable to my reputation as a detective, to restore these escaped + convicts in any way possible into the hands of justice, my chief ambition + after all was to so manage the affair as to save the wife of Mr. Blake, + not only from the consequences of their despair, but from the publicity + and scandal attendant upon the open arrest of two heavily armed men. + Strategy, therefore, rather than force was to be employed, and strategy to + be successful must be founded upon the most thorough knowledge of the + matter with which one has to deal. Three days, then, did I give to the + acquiring of that knowledge, the result of which was the possession of the + following facts. + </p> + <p> + 1. That the landlady was right when she told me the girl was never left + alone, one of the men, if not the father then the son, always remaining + with her. + </p> + <p> + 2. That while thus guarded, she was not so restricted but that she had the + liberty of walking in the hall, though never for any length of time. + </p> + <p> + 3. That the cross on the door seemed to possess some secret meaning + connected with their presence in the house, it having been erased one + evening when the whole three went out on some matter or other, only to be + chalked on again when in an hour or so later, father and daughter returned + alone. + </p> + <p> + 4. That it was the father and not the son who made such purchases as were + needed, while it was the son and not the father who carried on whatever + operations they had on hand; nightfall being the favorite hour for the one + and midnight for the other; though it not infrequently happened that the + latter sauntered out for a short time also in the afternoon, probably for + the drink he could not go long without. + </p> + <p> + 5. That they were men of great strength but little alertness; the stray + glimpses I had had of them, revealing a breadth of back that was truly + formidable, if it had not been joined to a heaviness of motion that + proclaimed a certain stolidity of mind that was eminently in our favor. + </p> + <p> + How best to use these facts in the building up of a matured plan of + action, was, then, the problem. By noon of a certain day I believed it to + have been solved, and reluctant as I was to leave the spot of my espionage + even for the hour or two necessary to a visit to headquarters, I found + myself compelled to do so. Packing up in a small basket I had for the + purpose, the little articles I had been engaged during the last few days + in making, I gave way to a final fit of coughing so hollow and sepulchral + in its tone, that it awoke a curse from the next room deep as the growl of + a wild beast, and still continuing, finally brought Luttra to the door + with that look of compassion on her face that always called up a flush to + my cheek whether I wished it or no. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Monsieur, I am afraid your cough is very bad to-day. O I see; you + have been getting ready to go out—” + </p> + <p> + “Come back here,” broke in a heavy voice from the room she had left. “What + do you mean by running off to palaver with that old rascal every time he + opens his ——- battery of a cough?” + </p> + <p> + A smile that went through me like the cut of a knife, flashed for a moment + on her face. + </p> + <p> + “My father is in one of his impatient moods,” said she, “you had better + go. I hope you will be successful,” she murmured, glancing wistfully at my + basket. + </p> + <p> + “What is that?” again came thundering on our ears. “Successful? What are + you two up to?” And we heard the rough clatter of advancing steps. + </p> + <p> + “Go,” said she; “you are weak and old; and when you come back, try and not + cough.” And she gave me a gentle push towards the door. + </p> + <p> + “When I come back,” I began, but was forced to pause, the elder + Schoenmaker having by this time reached the open doorway where he stood + frowning in upon us in a way that made my heart stand still for her. + </p> + <p> + “What are you two talking about?” said he; “and what have you got in your + basket there?” he continued with a stride forward that shook the floor. + </p> + <p> + “Only some little toys that he has been making, and is now going out to + sell,” was her low answer given with a quick deprecatory gesture such as I + doubt if she ever used for herself. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing more?” asked he in German with a red glare in the eye he turned + towards her. + </p> + <p> + “Nothing more,” replied she in the same tongue. “You may believe me.” + </p> + <p> + He gave a deep growl and turned away. “If there was,” said he, “you know + what would happen.” And unheeding the wild keen shudder that seized her at + the word, making her insensible for the moment to all and everything about + her, he laid one heavy hand upon her slight shoulder and led her from the + room. + </p> + <p> + I waited no longer than was necessary to carry my feeble and faltering + steps appropriately down the stairs, to reach the floor below and gain the + landlady’s presence. + </p> + <p> + “Do you go up,” said I, “and sit on those stairs till I come back. If you + hear the least cry of pain or sound of struggle from that young girl’s + room, do you call at once for help. I will have a policeman standing on + the corner below.” + </p> + <p> + The good woman nodded and proceeded at once to take up her work-basket. + “Lucky there’s a window up there, so I can see,” I heard her mutter. “I’ve + no time to throw away even on deeds of charity.” + </p> + <p> + Notwithstanding which precaution, I was in constant anxiety during my + absence; an absence necessarily prolonged as I had to stop and explain + matters to the Superintendent, as well as hunt up Mr. Gryce and get his + consent to assist me in the matter of the impending arrest. + </p> + <p> + I found the latter in his own home and more than enthusiastic upon the + subject. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said he after I had informed him of the discoveries I had made, + “the fates seem to prosper you in this. I have not received an inkling of + light upon the matter since I parted from you at Mr. Blake’s house. By the + way I saw that gentleman this morning and I tell you we will find him a + grateful man if this affair can be resolved satisfactorily.” + </p> + <p> + “That is good,” said I,” gratitude is what we want.” Then shortly, + “Perhaps it is no more than our duty to let him know that his wife is safe + and under my eye; though I would by no means advocate his knowing just how + near him she is, till the moment comes when he is wanted, or we shall have + a lover’s impetuosity to deal with as well as all the rest.” Then with a + hurried remembrance of a possible contingency, went on to say, “But, by + the way, in case we should need the cooperation of Mrs. Blake in what we + have before us, you had better get a line written in French from Mrs. + Daniels, expressive of her belief in Mr. Blake’s present affection for his + wife. The latter will not otherwise trust us, or understand that we are to + be obeyed in whatever we may demand. Let it be unsigned and without names + in case of accident; and if the housekeeper don’t understand French, tell + her to get some one to help her that does, only be sure that the + handwriting employed is her own.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Gryce seemed to perceive the wisdom of this precaution and promised to + procure me such a note by a certain hour, after which I related to him the + various other details of the capture such as I had planned it, meeting to + my secret gratification an unqualified approval that went far towards + alleviating that wound to my pride which I had received from him in the + beginning of this affair. + </p> + <p> + “Let all things proceed as you have determined, and we shall accomplish + something that it will be a life-long satisfaction to remember,” said he; + “but you must be prepared for some twist of the screw which you do not + anticipate. I never knew anything to go off just as one prognosticates it + must, except once,” he added thoughtfully, “and then it was with a + surprise attached to it that well nigh upset me notwithstanding all my + preparations.” + </p> + <p> + “You won a great success that day,” remarked I. “I hope the fates will be + as propitious to me to-morrow. Failure now would break my heart.” + </p> + <p> + “But you won’t fail,” exclaimed he. “I myself am resolved to see you + through this matter with credit.” + </p> + <p> + And in this assurance I returned to my lodgings where I found the landlady + sitting where I had left her, darning her twenty-third sock. + </p> + <p> + “I have to mend for a dozen men and three boys,” said she, “and the boys + are the worst by a heap sight. Look at that, will you,” holding up a darn + with a bit of stocking attached. “That hole was made playing shinny.” + </p> + <p> + I uttered my condolences and asked if any sound or disturbance had reached + her ears from above. + </p> + <p> + “O no, all is right up there; I’ve scarcely heard a whisper since you’ve + been gone.” + </p> + <p> + I gave her a pat on the chin scarcely consistent with my aged and + tottering mien and proceeded to shamble painfully to my room. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0017" id="linklink2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. THE CAPTURE + </h2> + <p> + Promptly next morning at the designated hour, came the little note + promised me by Mr. Gryce. It was put in my hand with many sly winks by the + landlady herself, who developed at this crisis quite an adaptation for, if + not absolute love of intrigue and mystery. Glancing over it—it was + unsealed—and finding it entirely unintelligible, I took it for + granted it was all right and put it by till chance, or if that failed, + strategy, should give me an opportunity to communicate with Mrs. Blake. An + hour passed; the doors of their rooms remained unclosed. A half hour more + dragged its slow minutes away, and no sound had come from their precincts + save now and then a mumbled word of parley between the father and son, a + short command to the daughter, or a not-to-be-restrained oath of annoyance + from one or both of the heavy-limbed brutes as something was said or done + to disturb them in their indolent repose. At last my impatience was to be + no longer restrained. Rising, I took a bold resolution. If the mountain + would not come to Mahomet, Mahomet would go to the mountain. Taking my + letter in the hand, I deliberately proceeded to the door marked with the + ominous red cross and knocked. + </p> + <p> + A surprised snarl from within, followed by a sudden shuffling of feet as + the two men leaped upright from what I presume had been a recumbent + position, warned me to be ready to face defiance if not the fury of + despair; and curbing with a determined effort the slight sinking of heart + natural to a man of my make on the threshold of a very doubtful adventure, + I awaited with as much apparent unconcern as possible, the quick advance + of that light foot which seemed to be ready to perform all the biddings of + these hardened wretches, much as it shrunk from following in the ways of + their infamy. + </p> + <p> + “Ah miss,” said I, as the door opened revealing in the gap her white face + clouded with some new and sudden apprehension, “I beg your pardon but I am + an old man, and I got a letter to-day and my eyes are so weak with the + work I’ve been doing that I cannot read it. It is from some one I love, + and would you be so kind as to read off the words for me and so relieve an + old man from his anxiety.” + </p> + <p> + The murmur of suspicion behind her, warned her to throw wide open the + door. “Certainly,” said she, “if I can,” taking the paper in her hand. + </p> + <p> + “Just let me get a squint at that first,” said a sullen voice behind her; + and the youngest of the two Schoenmakers stepped forward and tore the + paper out of her grasp. + </p> + <p> + “You are too suspicious,” murmured she, looking after him with the first + assumption of that air of power and determination which I had heard so + eloquently described by the man who loved her. “There is nothing in those + lines which concerns us; let me have them back.” + </p> + <p> + “You hold your tongue,” was the brutal reply as the rough man opened the + folded paper and read or tried to read what was written within. “Blast it! + it’s French,” was his slow exclamation after a moment spent in this way. + “See,” and he thrust it towards his father who stood frowning heavily a + few feet off. + </p> + <p> + “Of course, it’s French,” cried the girl. “Would you write a note in + English to father there? The man’s friends are French like himself, and + must write in their own language.” + </p> + <p> + “Here take it and read it out,” commanded her father; “and mind you tell + us what it means. I’ll have nothing going on here that I don’t + understand.” + </p> + <p> + “Read me the French words first, miss,” said I. “It is my letter and I + want to know what my friend has to say to me.” + </p> + <p> + Nodding at me with a gentle look, she cast her eyes on the paper and began + to read: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Calmez vous, mon amie, il vous aime et il vous cherche. Dans + quatre heures vous serez heureuse. Allons du courage, et surtout + soyez maitre de vous meme.” + </pre> + <p> + “Thanks!” I exclaimed in a calm matter-of-fact way as I perceived the + sudden tremor that seized her as she recognized the handwriting and + realized that the words were for her. “My friend says he will pay my + week’s rent and bids me be at home to receive him,” said I, turning upon + the two ferocious faces peering over her shoulder, with a look of meek + unsuspiciousness in my eye, that in a theatre would have brought down the + house. + </p> + <p> + “Is that what those words say, you?” asked the father, pointing over her + shoulder to the paper she held. + </p> + <p> + “I will translate for you word by word what it says,” replied she, nerving + herself for the crisis till her face was like marble, though I could see + she could not prevent the gleam of secret rapture that had visited her, + from flashing fitfully across it. “Calmez vous, mon amie. Do not be + afraid, my friend. Il vous aime et il vous cherche. He loves you and is + hunting for you. Dans quatre heures vous serez heureuse. In four hours you + will be happy. Allons du courage, et surtout soyez maitre de vous meme. + Then take courage and above all preserve your self-possession. It is the + French way of expressing one’s self,” observed she. “I am glad your friend + is disposed to help you,” she continued, giving me back the letter with a + smile. “I am afraid you needed it.” + </p> + <p> + In a sort of maze I folded up the letter, bowed my very humble thanks to + her and shuffled slowly back. The fact is I had no words; I was utterly + dumbfounded. Half way through that letter, with whose contents you must + remember I was unacquainted, I would have given my whole chance of + expected reward to have stopped her. Read out such words as those before + these men! Was she crazy? But how naturally at the conclusion did she with + a word make its language seem consistent with the meaning I had given it. + With a fresh sense of my obligation to her, I hurried to my room, there to + count out the minutes of another long hour in anxious expectation of her + making that endeavor to communicate with me, which her new hopes and fears + must force her to feel almost necessary to her existence. At length, my + confidence in her was rewarded. Coming out into the hall, she hurried past + my door, her finger on her lip. I immediately rose and stood on the + threshold with another paper in my hand, which I had prepared against this + opportunity. As she glided back, I put it in her hand, and warning her + with a look not to speak, resumed my usual occupation. The words I had + written were as follows: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + At or as near the time as possible of your brother’s going out, + you are to come to this room wrapped in an extra skirt and with + your shawl over your head. Leave the skirt and shawl behind you, + and withdraw at once to the room at the head of the stairs. You + are not to speak, and you are not to vary from the plan thus laid + down. Your brother and father are to be arrested, whether or no; + but if you will do as this commands, they will be arrested without + bloodshed and without shame to one you know. +</pre> + <p> + Her face while she read these lines, was a study, but I dared not soften + toward it. Dropping the paper from her hand, she gave me one inquiring + look. But I pointed determinedly to the words lying upward on the floor, + and would listen to no appeal. My resolve had its effect. Bowing her head + with a sorrowful gesture, she laid her hand on her heart, looked up and + glided from the room. I took up that paper and tore it into bits. + </p> + <p> + And now for the first time since I had been in the house, I closed the + door of my room. I had a part to perform that rendered the dropping of my + disguise indispensable. The old French artist had finished his work, and + henceforth must merge into Q. the detective. Shortly before two o’clock my + assistants began to arrive. First, Mr. Gryce appeared on the scene and was + stowed away in a large room on the other side of mine. Next, two of the + most agile, as well as muscular men in the force who, thanks to having + taken off their shoes in the lower hall, gained the same refuge without + awakening the suspicions of those we were anxious to surprise. Lastly, the + landlady who went into the closet to which I had bidden Mrs. Blake retire + after leaving in my room the articles I had mentioned. + </p> + <p> + All was now ready and waiting for the departure of the youngest + Schoenmaker. Would he disappoint us and remain at home that day? Had any + suspicions been awakened in the stolid breasts of these men, that would + serve to make them more watchful than usual against running unnecessary + risks? No; at or near the time for the clock to strike two, their door + opened and the tread of a lumbering foot was heard in the hall. On it + came, passing my room with a rude stamping that gradually grew less + distinct as the hardy rough went down the corridor, brushing the wall + behind which Mr. Gryce and his men lay concealed with his thick cane, and + even stopping to light his pipe in front of the small apartment where + cowered our good landlady with her eternal basket of mending in her lap. + </p> + <p> + At length all was quiet, and throwing open my door, I withdrew into a + small closet connected with my room, to wait with indescribable + impatience, the appearance of Mrs. Blake. She came in a very few minutes, + remained for an instant, and departed, leaving behind her as I had + requested, the skirt and shawl in which she had left her father’s + presence. I at once endued myself in these articles of apparel—taking + care to draw the shawl well over my head—and with a pocket + handkerchief to my face, (a proceeding made natural enough by the sneeze + which at that very moment I took care should assail me) walked boldly back + to the room from which she had just come. + </p> + <p> + The door was of course ajar, and as I swung it open with as near a + simulation of her manner as possible, the vision of her powerful father + lolling on a bench directly before me, offered anything but an encouraging + spectacle to my eyes. But doubling myself almost together with as ladylike + an atch-ee as my masculine nostrils would allow, I succeeded in closing + the door and reaching a low stool by the window without calling from him + anything worse than a fretful “I hope you are not going to bark too.” + </p> + <p> + I did not reply to this of course, but sat with my face turned towards the + street in an attitude which I hoped would awaken his attention + sufficiently to cause him to get up and come over to my side. For as he + sat face to the door it would be impossible to take him by surprise, and + that, now that I saw what a huge and muscular creature he was, seemed to + me to be the only safe method before us. But, whether from the sullenness + of his disposition or the very evident laziness of the moment, he + manifested no disposition to move, and hearing or thinking I did, the + stealthy advance of Mr. Gryce and his companions down the hall, I allowed + myself to give way to a suppressed exclamation, and leaning forward, + pressed my forehead against the pane of glass before me as if something of + absorbing interest had just taken place in the street beneath. + </p> + <p> + His fears at once took alarm. Bounding up with a curse, he strode towards + me, muttering, + </p> + <p> + “What’s up now? What’s that you are looking at?” reaching my side just as + Mr. Gryce and his two men softly opened the door and with a quick leap + threw their arms about him, closing upon him with a force he could not + resist, desperate as he was and mighty in the huge strength of an + unusually developed muscular organization. + </p> + <p> + “You, you girl there, are to blame for this!” came mingled with curses + from his lips, as with one huge pant he submitted to his captors. “Only + let me get my hand well upon you once—Damn it!” he suddenly + exclaimed, dragging the whole three men forward in his effort to get his + mouth down to my ear, “go and rub that sign out on the door or I’ll—you + know what I’ll do well enough. Do you hear?” + </p> + <p> + Rising, still with face averted, I proceeded to do what he asked. But in + another moment seeing that he had been effectually bound and gagged, I + took out the piece of red chalk I had kept in my pocket, and deliberately + chalked it on again, after which operation I came back and took my seat as + before on the low stool by the window. + </p> + <p> + The object now was to secure the second rascal in the same way we had the + first; and for this purpose Mr. Gryce ordered the now helpless giant to be + dragged into the adjoining small room formerly occupied by Mrs. Blake, + where he and his men likewise took up their station leaving me to confront + as best I might, the surprise and consternation of the one whose return we + now awaited. + </p> + <p> + I did not shrink. With that brave woman’s garments drawn about me, + something of her dauntless spirit seemed to invade my soul, and though I + expected—But let that come in its place, I am not here to interest + you in myself or my selfish thoughts. + </p> + <p> + A half hour passed; he had never lingered away so long before, or so it + seemed, and I was beginning to wonder if we should have to keep up this + strain of nerve for hours, when the heavy tread was again heard in the + hall, and with a blow of the fist that argued anger or a brutal + impatience, he flung open the door and came in, I did not turn my head. + </p> + <p> + “Where’s father?” he growled, stopping where he was a foot or so from the + door. + </p> + <p> + I shook my head with a slight gesture and remained looking out. + </p> + <p> + He brought his cane down on the floor with a thump. “What do you mean by + sitting there staring out of the window like mad and not answering when I + ask you a decent question?” + </p> + <p> + Still I made no reply. + </p> + <p> + Provoked beyond endurance, yet held in check by that vague sense of danger + in the air,—which while not amounting to apprehension is often + sufficient to hold back from advance the most daring foot,—he stood + glaring at me in what I felt to be a very ferocious attitude, but made no + offer to move. Instantly I rose and still looking out of the window, made + with my hand what appeared to be a signal to some one on the opposite side + of the way. The ruse was effective. With an oath that rings in my ears + yet, he lifted his heavy cane and advanced upon me with a bound, only to + meet the same fate as his father at the hands of the watchful detectives. + Not, however, before that heavy cane came down upon my head in a way to + lay me in a heap at his feet and to sow the seeds of that blinding + head-ache, which has afflicted me by spells ever since. But this + termination of the affair was no more than I had feared from the + beginning; and indeed it was as much to protect Mrs. Blake from the wrath + of these men, as from any requirements of the situation I had assumed the + disguise I then wore. I therefore did not allow this mishap to greatly + trouble me, unpleasant as it was at the time, but, as soon as ever I could + do so, rose from the floor and throwing off my strange habiliments, + proceeded to finish up to my satisfaction, the work already so + successfully begun. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0018" id="linklink2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. LOVE AND DUTY + </h2> + <p> + Dismissing the men who had assisted us in the capture of these two hardy + villains, we ranged our prisoners before us. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” said Mr. Gryce, “no fuss and no swearing; you are in for it, and + you might as well take it quietly as any other way.” + </p> + <p> + “Give me a clutch on that girl, that’s all,” said her father, “Where is + she? Let me see her; every father has a right to see his own daughter,” + </p> + <p> + “You shall see her,” returned my superior, “but not till her husband is + here to protect her.” + </p> + <p> + “Her husband? ah, you know about that do you?” growled the heavy voice of + the son. “A rich man they say he is and a proud one. Let him come and look + at us lying here like dogs and say how he will enjoy having his wife’s + father and brother grinding away their lives in prison.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Blake is coming,” quoth Mr. Gryce, who by some preconcerted signal + from the window had drawn that gentleman across the street. “He will tell + you himself that he considers prison the best place for you. Blast you! + but he—” + </p> + <p> + “But he, what?” inquired I, as the door opened and Mr. Blake with a pale + face and agitated mien entered the room. + </p> + <p> + The wretch did not answer. Rousing from the cowering position in which + they had both lain since their capture, the father and son struggled up in + some sort of measure to their feet, and with hot, anxious eyes surveyed + the countenance of the gentleman before them, as if they felt their fate + hung upon the expression of his pallid face. The son was the first to + speak. + </p> + <p> + “How do you do, brother-in-law,” were his sullen and insulting words. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blake shuddered and cast a look around. + </p> + <p> + “My wife?” murmured he. + </p> + <p> + “She is well,” was the assurance given by Mr. Gryce, “and in a room not + far from this. I will send for her if you say so.” + </p> + <p> + “No, not yet,” came in a sort of gasp; “let me look at these wretches + first, and understand if I can what my wife has to suffer from her + connection with them.” + </p> + <p> + “Your wife,” broke in the father, “what’s that to do with it; the question + is how do you like it and what will you do to get us clear of this thing.” + </p> + <p> + “I will do nothing,” returned Mr. Blake. “You amply merit your doom and + you shall suffer it to the end for all time.” + </p> + <p> + “It will read well in the papers,” exclaimed the son. + </p> + <p> + “The papers are to know nothing about it,” I broke in. “All knowledge of + your connection with Mr. or Mrs. Blake is to be buried in this spot before + we or you leave it. Not a word of her or him is to cross the lips of + either of you from this hour. I have set that down as a condition and it + has got to be kept.” + </p> + <p> + “You have, have you,” thundered in chorus from father and son. “And who + are you to make conditions, and what do you think we are that you expect + us to keep them? Can you do anymore than put us back from where we came + from?” + </p> + <p> + For reply I took from my pocket the ring I had fished out of the ashes of + their kitchen stove on that memorable visit to their house, and holding it + up before their faces, looked them steadily in the eye. + </p> + <p> + A sudden wild glare followed by a bluish palor that robbed their + countenances of their usual semblance of daring ferocity, answered me + beyond my fondest hopes. + </p> + <p> + “I got that out of the stove where you had burned your prison clothing,” + said I. “It is a cheap affair, but it will send you to the gallows if I + choose to use it against you. The pedlar—” + </p> + <p> + “Hush,” exclaimed the father in a low choked tone greatly in contrast to + any he had yet used in all our dealings with him. “Throw that ring out of + the window and I promise to hold my tongue about any matter you don’t want + spoke of. I’m not a fool—” + </p> + <p> + “Nor I,” was my quick reply, as I restored the ring to my pocket. “While + that remains in my possession together with certain facts concerning your + habits in that old house of yours which have lately been made known to me, + your life hangs by a thread I can any minute snip in two. Mr. Blake here, + has spent some portion of a night in your house and knows how near it lies + to a certain precipice, at foot of which—” + </p> + <p> + “Mein Gott, father, why don’t you say something!” leaped in cowed accents + from the son’s white lips. “If they want us to keep quiet, let them say so + and not go talking about things that—” + </p> + <p> + “Now look here,” interposed Mr. Gryce stepping before them with a look + that closed their mouths at once. “I will just tell you what we propose to + do. You are to go back to prison and serve your time out, there is no help + for that, but as long as you behave yourselves and continue absolutely + silent regarding your relationship to the wife of this gentleman, you + shall have paid into a certain bank that he will name, a monthly sum that + upon your dismissal from jail shall be paid you with whatever interest it + may have accumulated. You are ready to promise that, are you not?” he + inquired turning to Mr. Blake. + </p> + <p> + That gentleman bowed and named the sum, which was liberal enough, and the + bank. + </p> + <p> + “But,” continued the detective, ignoring the sudden flash of eye that + passed between the father and son, “let me or any of us hear of a word + having been uttered by you, which in the remotest way shall suggest that + you have in the world such a connection as Mrs. Blake, and the money not + only stops going into the bank, but old scores shall be raked up against + you with a zeal which if it does not stop your mouth in one way, will in + another, and that with a suddenness you will not altogether relish.” + </p> + <p> + The men with a dogged air from which the bravado had however fled, turned + and looked from one to the other of us in a fearful, inquiring way that + duly confessed to the force of the impression made by these words upon + their slow but not unimaginative minds. + </p> + <p> + “Do you three promise to keep our secret if we keep yours?” muttered the + father with an uneasy glance at my pocket. + </p> + <p> + “We certainly do,” was our solemn return. + </p> + <p> + “Very well; call in the girl and let me just look at her, then, before we + go. We won’t say nothing,” continued he, seeing Mr. Blake shrink, “only + she is my daughter and if I cannot bid her good-bye—” + </p> + <p> + “Let him see his child,” cried Mr. Blake turning with a shudder to the + window. “I—I wish it,” added he. + </p> + <p> + Straightway with hasty foot I left the room. Going to the little closet + where I had ordered his wife to remain concealed, I knocked and entered. + She was crouched in an attitude of prayer on the floor, her face buried in + her hands, and her whole person breathing that agony of suspense that is a + torture to the sensitive soul. + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Blake,” said I, dismissing the landlady who stood in helpless + distress beside her, “the arrest has been satisfactorily made and your + father calls for you to say good-bye before going away with us. Will you + come?” + </p> + <p> + “But my—my—Mr. Blake?” exclaimed she leaping to her feet. “I + am sure I heard his footstep in the hall?” + </p> + <p> + “He is with your father and brother. It was at his command I came for + you.” + </p> + <p> + A gleam hard to interpret flashed for an instant over her face. With her + eye on the door she towered in her womanly dignity, while thoughts + innumerable seemed to rush in wild succession through her mind. + </p> + <p> + “Will you not come?” I urged. + </p> + <p> + “I—,” she paused. “I will go see my father,” she murmured, “but—” + </p> + <p> + Suddenly she trembled and drew back; a step was in the hall, on the + threshold, at her side; Mr. Blake had come to reclaim his bride. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Blake!” + </p> + <p> + The word came from her in a low tone shaken with the concentrated anguish + of many a month of longing and despair, but there was no invitation in its + sound, and he who had held out his arms, stopped and surveying her with a + certain deprecatory glance in his proud eye, said, + </p> + <p> + “You are right; I have first my acknowledgments to make and your + forgiveness to ask before I can hope—” + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” she broke in, “your coming here is enough, I request no more. If + you felt unkindly toward me—” + </p> + <p> + “Unkindly?” A world of love thrilled in that word. “Luttra, I am your + husband and rejoice that I am so; it is to lay the devotion of my heart + and life at your feet that I seek your presence this hour. The year has + taught me—ah, what has not the year taught me of the worth of her I + so recklessly threw from me on my wedding day. Luttra,”—he held out + his hand—“will you crown all your other acts of devotion with a + pardon that will restore me to my manhood and that place in your esteem + which I covet above every other earthly good?” + </p> + <p> + Her face which had been raised to his with that earnest look we knew so + well, softened with an ineffable smile, but still she did not lay her hand + in his. + </p> + <p> + “And you say this to me in the very hour of my father’s and brother’s + arrest! With the remembrance in your mind of their bound and abject forms + lying before you guarded by police; knowing too, that they deserve their + ignominy and the long imprisonment that awaits them?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I say it on the day of the discovery and the restoration of that wife + for whom I have long searched, and to whom when found I have no word to + give but welcome, welcome, welcome.” + </p> + <p> + With the same deep smile she bowed her head, “Now let come what will, I + can never again be unhappy,” were the words I caught, uttered in the + lowest of undertones. But in another moment her head had regained its + steady poise and a great change had passed over her manner. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Blake,” said she, “you are good; how good, I alone can know and duly + appreciate who have lived in your house this last year and seen with eyes + that missed nothing, just what your surroundings are and have been from + the earliest years of your proud life. But goodness must not lead you into + the committal of an act you must and will repent to your dying day; or if + it does, I who have learned my duty in the school of adversity, must show + the courage of two and forbid what every secret instinct of my soul + declares to be only provocative of shame and sorrow. You would take me to + your heart as your wife; do you realize what that means?” + </p> + <p> + “I think I do,” was his earnest reply. “Relief from heart-ache, Luttra.” + </p> + <p> + Her smooth brow wrinkled with a sudden spasm of pain but her firm lips did + not quiver. + </p> + <p> + “It means,” said she, drawing nearer but not with that approach which + indicates yielding, “it means, shame to the proudest family that lives in + the land. It means silence as regards a past blotted by suggestions of + crime; and apprehension concerning a future across which the shadow of + prison walls must for so many years lie. It means, the hushing of certain + words upon beloved lips; the turning of cherished eyes from visions where + fathers and daughters ay, brothers and sisters are seen joined together in + tender companionship or loving embrace. It means,—God help me to + speak out—a home without the sanctity of memories; a husband without + the honors he has been accustomed to enjoy; a wife with a fear gnawing + like a serpent into her breast; and children, yes, perhaps children from + whose innocent lips the sacred word of grandfather can never fall without + wakening a blush on the cheeks of their parents, which all their lovesome + prattle will be helpless to chase away.” + </p> + <p> + “Luttra, your father and your brother have given their consent to go their + dark way alone and trouble you no more. The shadow you speak of may lie on + your heart, dear wife, for these men are of your own blood, but it need + never invade the hearthstone beside which I ask you to sit. The world will + never know, whether you come with me or not, that Luttra Blake was ever + Luttra Schoenmaker. Will you not then give me the happiness of striving to + make such amends for the past, that you too, will forget you ever bore any + other name than the one you now honor so truly?” + </p> + <p> + “O do not,” she began but paused with a sudden control of her emotion that + lifted her into an atmosphere almost holy in its significance. “Mr. + Blake,” said she, “I am a woman and therefore weak to the voice of love + pleading in my ear. But in one thing I am strong, and that is in my sense + of what is due to the man I have sworn to honor. Eleven months ago I left + you because your pleasure and my own dignity demanded it; to-day I put by + all the joy and exaltation you offer, because your position as a + gentleman, and your happiness as a man equally requires it.” + </p> + <p> + “My happiness as a man!” he broke in. “Ah, Luttra if you love me as I do + you—” + </p> + <p> + “I might perhaps yield,” she allowed with a faint smile. “But I love you + as a girl brought up amid surroundings from which her whole being + recoiled, must love the one who first brought light into her darkness and + opened up to her longing feet the way to a life of culture, purity and + honor. I were the basest of women could I consent to repay such a + boundless favor—” + </p> + <p> + “But Luttra,” he again broke in, “you married me knowing what your father + and brother were capable of committing.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, yes; I was blinded by passion, a girl’s passion, Mr. Blake, born of + glamour and gratitude; not the self-forgetting devotion of a woman who has + tasted the bitterness of life and so learned its lesson of sacrifice. I + may not have thought, certainly I did not realize, what I was doing. + Besides, my father and brother were not convicted criminals at that time, + however weak they had proved themselves under temptation. And then I + believed I had left them behind me on the road of life; that we were + sundered, irrevocably cut loose from all possible connection. But such + ties are not to be snapped so easily. They found me, you see, and they + will find me again—” + </p> + <p> + “Never!” exclaimed her husband. “They are as dead to you as if the grave + had swallowed them. I have taken care of that.” + </p> + <p> + “But the shame! you have not taken care of that. That exists and must, and + while it does I remain where I can meet it alone. I love you; God’s sun is + not dearer to my eyes; but I will never cross your threshold as your wife + till the opprobrium can be cut loose from my skirts, and the shadow + uplifted from my brow. A queen with high thoughts in her eyes and brave + hopes in her heart were not too good to enter that door with you. Shall a + girl who has lived three weeks in an atmosphere of such crime and despair, + that these rooms have often seemed to me the gateway to hell, carry there, + even in secrecy, the effects of that atmosphere? I will cherish your + goodness in my heart but do not ask me to bury that heart in any more + exalted spot, than some humble country home, where my life may be spent in + good deeds and my love in prayers for the man I hold dear, and because I + hold dear, leave to his own high path among the straight and unshadowed + courses of the world.” + </p> + <p> + And with a gesture that inexorably shut him off while it expressed the + most touching appeal, she glided by him and took her way to the room where + her father and brother awaited her presence. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0019" id="linklink2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. EXPLANATIONS + </h2> + <p> + “I cannot endure this,” came in one burst of feeling from the lips of Mr. + Blake. “She don’t know, she don’t realize—Sir,” cried he, suddenly + becoming conscious of my presence in the room, “will you be good enough to + see that this note,” he hastily scribbled one, “is carried across the way + to my house and given to Mrs. Daniels.” + </p> + <p> + I bowed assent, routed up one of the men in the next room and despatched + it at once. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps she will listen to the voice of one of her own sex if not to me,” + said he; and began pacing the floor of the narrow room in which we were, + with a wildness of impatience that showed to what depths had sunk the hope + of gaining this lovely woman for his own. + </p> + <p> + Feeling myself no longer necessary in that spot, I followed where my + wishes led and entered the room where Luttra was bidding good-bye to her + father. + </p> + <p> + “I shall never forget,” I heard her say as I crossed the floor to where + Mr. Gryce stood looking out of the window, “that your blood runs in my + veins together with that of my gentle-hearted, never-to-be-forgotten + mother. Whatever my fate may be or wherever I may hide the head you have + bowed to the dust, be sure I shall always lift up my hands in prayer for + your repentance and return to an honest life. God grant that my prayers + may be heard and that I may yet receive at your hands, a father’s kindly + blessing.” + </p> + <p> + The only answer to this was a heavily muttered growl that gave but little + promise of any such peaceful termination to a deeply vicious life. Hearing + it, Mr. Gryce hastened to procure his men and remove the hardened wretches + from the spot. All through the preparations for their departure, she stood + and watched their sullen faces with a wild yearning in her eye that could + scarcely be denied, but when the door finally closed upon them, and she + was left standing there with no one in the room but myself she steadied + herself up as one who is conscious that all the storms of heaven are about + to break upon her; and turning slowly to the door waited with arms crossed + and a still determination upon her brow, the coming of the feet of him + whose resolve she felt must have, as yet been only strengthened by her + resistance. + </p> + <p> + She had not long to wait. Almost with the closing of the street door upon + the detectives and their prisoners, Mr. Blake followed by Mrs. Daniels and + another lady whose thick veil and long cloak but illy concealed the + patrician features and stately form of the Countess De Mirac, entered the + room. + </p> + <p> + The surprise had its effect; Luttra was evidently for the moment thrown + off her guard. + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Daniels!” she breathed, holding out her hands with a longing + gesture. + </p> + <p> + “My dear mistress!” returned that good woman, taking those hands in hers + but in a respectful way that proved the constraint imposed upon her by Mr. + Blake’s presence. “Do I see you again and safe?” + </p> + <p> + “You must have thought I cared little for the anxiety you would be sure to + feel,” said that fair young mistress, gazing with earnestness into the + glad but tearful eyes of the housekeeper. “But indeed, I have been in no + position to communicate with you, nor could I do so without risking that + to protect which I so outraged my feelings as to leave the house at all. I + mean the life and welfare of its master, Mrs. Daniels.” + </p> + <p> + “Ha, what is that?” quoth Mr. Blake. “It was to save me, you consented to + follow them?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; what else would have led me to such an action? They might have + killed me, I would not have cared, but when they began to utter threats + against you—” + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Blake,” exclaimed Mrs. Daniels, catching hold of her mistress’s + uplifted hand, and pointing to a scar that slightly disfigured her white + arm a little above the wrist, “Mrs. Blake, what’s that?” + </p> + <p> + A pink flush, the first I had seen on her usually pale countenance, rose + for an instant to her cheeks, and she seemed to hesitate. + </p> + <p> + “It was not there when I last saw you, Mrs. Blake.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” was the slow reply, “I found myself forced that night to inflict + upon myself a little wound. It is nothing, let it go.” + </p> + <p> + “No, Luttra I cannot let it go,” said her husband, advancing towards her + with something like gentle command. “I must hear not only about this but + all the other occurrences of that night. How came they to find you in the + refuge you had attained?” + </p> + <p> + “I think,” said she in a low tone the underlying suffering of which it + would be hard to describe, “that it was not to seek me they first invaded + your house. They had heard you were a rich man, and the sight of that + ladder running up the side of the new extension was too much for them. + Indeed I know that it was for purposes of robbery they came, for they had + hired this room opposite you some days previous to making the attempt. You + see they were almost destitute of money and though they had some buried in + the cellar of the old house in Vermont, they dared not leave the city to + procure it. My brother was obliged to do so later, however. It was a + surprise to them seeing me in your house. They had reached the roof of the + extension and were just lifting up the corner of the shade I had dropped + across the open window—I always open my window a few minutes before + preparing to retire—when I rose from the chair in which I had been + brooding, and turned up the gas. I was combing my hair at the time and so + of course they recognized me. Instantly they gave a secret signal I, alas, + remembered only too well, and crouching back, bade me put out the light + that they might enter with safety. I was at first too much startled to + realize the consequences of my action, and with some vague idea that they + had discovered my retreat and come for purposes of advice or assistance, I + did what they bid. Immediately they threw back the shade and came in, + their huge figures looming frightfully in the faint light made by a + distant gas lamp in the street below. ‘What do you want?’ were my first + words uttered in a voice I scarcely recognized for my own; ‘why do you + steal on me like this in the night and through an open window fifty feet + from the ground? Aren’t you afraid you will be discovered and sent back to + the prison from which you have escaped?’ Their reply sent a chill through + my blood and awoke me to a realization of what I had done in thus allowing + two escaped convicts to enter a house not my own. ‘We want money and we’re + not afraid of anything now you are here.’ And without heeding my + exclamation of horror, they coolly told me that they would wait where they + were till the household was asleep, when they would expect me to show them + the way to the silver closet or what was better, the safe or wherever it + was Mr. Blake kept his money. I saw they took me for a servant, as indeed + I was, and for some minutes I managed to preserve that position in their + eyes. But when in a sudden burst of rage at my refusal to help them, they + pushed me aside and hurried to the door with the manifest intention of + going below, I forgot prudence in my fears and uttered some wild appeal to + them not to do injury to any one in the house for it was my husband’s. Of + course that disclosure had its natural effect. + </p> + <p> + “They stopped, but only to beset me with questions till the whole truth + came out. I could not have committed a worse folly than thus taking them + into my confidence. Instantly the advantages to be gained by using my + secret connection with so wealthy a man for the purpose of cowering me and + blackmailing him, seemed to strike both their minds at once, slow as they + usually are to receive impressions. The silver-closet and money-safe sank + to a comparatively insignificant position in their eyes, and to get me out + of the house, and with my happiness at stake, treat with the honorable man + who notwithstanding his non-approval of me as a woman, still regarded me + as his lawfully wedded wife, became in their eyes a thing of such + wonderful promise they were willing to run any and every risk to test its + value. But here to their great astonishment I rebelled; astonishment + because they could not realize my desiring anything above money and the + position to which they declared I was by law entitled. In vain I pleaded + my love; in vain I threatened exposure of their plans if not whereabouts. + The mine of gold which they fondly believed they had stumbled upon + unawares, promised too richly to be easily abandoned. ‘You must go with + us,’ said they, ‘if not peaceably then by force,’ and they actually + advanced upon me, upsetting a chair and tearing down one of the curtains + to which I clung. It was then I committed that little act concerning which + you questioned me. I wanted to show them I was not to be moved by threats + of that character; that I did not even fear the shedding of my blood; and + that they would only be wasting their time in trying to sway me by hints + of personal violence. And they were a little impressed, sufficiently so at + least to turn their threats in another direction, awakening fears at last + which I could not conceal, much as I felt it would be policy to do so. + Gathering up a few articles I most prized, my wedding ring, Mr. Blake, and + a photograph of yourself that Mrs. Daniels had been kind enough to give + me, I put on my bonnet and cloak and said I would go with them, since they + persisted in requiring it. The fact is I no longer possessed motive or + strength to resist. Even your unexpected appearance at the door, Mrs. + Daniels, offered no prospect of hope. Arouse the house? what would that + do? only reveal my cherished secret and perhaps jeopardize the life of my + husband. Besides, they were my own near kin, remember, and so had some + little claim upon my consideration, at least to the point of my not + personally betraying them unless they menaced immediate and actual harm. + The escape by the window which would have been a difficult task for most + women to perform, was easy enough for me. I was brought up to wild ways + you know, and the descent of a ladder forty feet long was a comparatively + trivial thing for me to accomplish. It was the tearing away from a life of + silent peace, the reentrance of my soul into an atmosphere of sin and + deadly plotting, that was the hard thing, the difficult dreadful thing + which hung weights to my feet, and made me well nigh mad. And it was this + which at the sight of a policeman in the street led me to make an effort + to escape. But it was not successful. Though I was fortunate enough to + free myself from the grasp of my father and brother, I reached the gate on + ——- street only to encounter the eyes of him whose displeasure + I most feared, looking sternly upon me from the other side. The shock was + too much for me in my then weak and unnerved condition. Without + considering anything but the fact that he never had known and never must, + that I had been in the same house with him for so long, I rushed back to + the corner and into the arms of the men who awaited me. How you came to be + there, Mr. Blake, or why you did not open the gate and follow, I cannot + say.” + </p> + <p> + “The gate was locked,” returned that gentleman. “You remember it closes + with a spring, and can only be opened by means of a key which I did not + have.” + </p> + <p> + “My father had it,” she murmured; “he spent a whole week in the endeavor + to get hold of it, and finally succeeded on the evening of the very day he + used it. It was left in the lock I believe.” + </p> + <p> + “So much for servants,” I whispered to myself. + </p> + <p> + “The next morning,” continued she, “they put the case very plainly before + me. I was at liberty to return at once to my home if I would promise to + work in their interest by making certain demands upon you as your wife. + All they wanted, said they, was a snug little sum and a lift out of the + country. If I would secure them these, they would trouble me no more. But + I could not concede to anything of that nature, of course, and the + consequence was these long weeks of imprisonment and suspense; weeks that + I do not now begrudge, seeing they have brought me the assurance of your + esteem and the knowledge, that wherever I go, your thoughts will follow me + with compassion if not with love.” + </p> + <p> + And having told her story and thus answered his demands, she assumed once + more the position of lofty reserve that seemed to shut him back from + advance like a wall of invincible crystal. + </p> + <p> + <a name="linklink2HCH0020" id="linklink2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. THE BOND THAT UNITES + </h2> + <p> + But he was not to be discouraged. “And after all this, after all you have + suffered for my sake and your own, do you think you have a right to deny + me the one desire of my heart? How can you reconcile it with your ideas of + devotion, Luttra?” + </p> + <p> + “My ideas of devotion look beyond the present, Mr. Blake. It is to save + you from years of wearing anxiety that I consent to the infliction upon + you of a passing pang.” + </p> + <p> + He took a bold step forward. “Luttra, you do not know a man’s heart. To + lose you now would not merely inflict a passing pang, but sow the seeds of + a grief that would go with me to the grave.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you then”—she began, but paused blushing. Mrs. Daniels took the + opportunity to approach her on the other side. + </p> + <p> + “My dear mistress,” said she, “you are wrong to hold out in this matter.” + And her manner betrayed something of the peculiar agitation that had + belonged to it in the former times of her secret embarassment. “I, who + have honored the family which I have so long served, above every other in + the land, tell you that you can do it no greater good than to join it now, + or inflict upon it any greater harm than to wilfully withdraw yourself + from the position in which God has placed you.” + </p> + <p> + “And I,” said another voice, that of the Countess de Mirac, who up to this + time had held herself in the background, but who now came forward and took + her place with the rest, “I, who have borne the name of Blake, and who am + still the proudest of them all at heart, I, the Countess de Mirac, cousin + to your husband there, repeat what this good woman has said, and in + holding out my hand to you, ask you to make my cousin happy and his family + contented by assuming that position in his household which the law as well + as his love accords you.” + </p> + <p> + The girl looked at the daintily gloved hand held out to her, colored + faintly, and put her own within it. + </p> + <p> + “I thank you for your goodness,” said she, surveying with half-sad, + half-admiring glances, the somewhat pale face of the beautiful brunette. + </p> + <p> + “And you will yield to our united requests?” She cast her eye down at the + spot where her father and brother had cowered in their shackles, and shook + her head. “I dare not,” said she. + </p> + <p> + Immediately Mrs. Daniels, whose emotion had been increasing every moment + since she last spoke, plunged her hand into her bosom and drew out a + folded paper. + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Blake,” said she, “if you could be convinced that what I have told + you was true, and that you would be irretrievably injuring your husband + and his interests, by persisting in that desertion of him which you + purpose, would you not consent to reconsider your determination, settled + as it appears to be?” + </p> + <p> + “If I could be made to see that, most certainly,” returned she in a low + voice whose broken accents betrayed at what cost she remained true to her + resolve. “But I cannot.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps the sight of this paper will help you,” said she. And turning to + Mr. Blake she exclaimed, “Your pardon for what I am called upon to do. A + duty has been laid upon me which I cannot avoid, hard as it is for an old + servant to perform. This paper—but it is no more than just that you, + sir, should see and read it first.” And with a hand that quivered with + fear or some equally strong emotion, she put it in his clasp. + </p> + <p> + The exclamation that rewarded the act made us all start forward. “My + father’s handwriting!” were his words. + </p> + <p> + “Executed under my eye,” observed Mrs. Daniels. + </p> + <p> + His glance ran rapidly down the sheet and rested upon the final signature. + </p> + <p> + “Why has this been kept from me?” demanded he, turning upon Mrs. Daniels + with sternness. + </p> + <p> + “Your father so willed it,” was her reply. “‘For a year’ was his command, + ‘you shall keep this my last will and testament which I give into your + care with my dying hands, a secret from the world. At the expiration of + that time mark if my son’s wife sits at the head of her husband’s table; + if she does and is happy, suppress this by deliberately giving it to the + flames, but if from any reason other than death, she is not seen there, + carry it at once to my son, and bid him as he honors my memory, to see + that my wishes as there expressed are at once carried out.’” + </p> + <p> + The paper in Mr. Blake’s hand fluttered. + </p> + <p> + “You are aware what those wishes are?” said he. + </p> + <p> + “I steadied his hand while he wrote,” was her sad and earnest reply. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blake turned with a look of inexpressible deference to his wife. + </p> + <p> + “Madame,” said he “when I urged you with such warmth to join your fate to + mine and honor my house by presiding over it, I thought I was inviting you + to share the advantages of wealth as well as the love of a lonely man’s + heart. This paper undeceives me. Luttra, the daughter-in-law of Abner + Blake, not Holman, his son, is the one who by the inheritance of his + millions has the right to command in this presence.” + </p> + <p> + With a cry she took from him the will whose purport was thus briefly made + known. “O, how could he, how could he?” exclaimed she, running her eye + down the sheet, and then crushing it spasmodically to her breast. “Did he + not realize that he could do me no greater wrong?” Then in one yielding up + of her whole womanhood to the mighty burst of passion that had been + flooding the defenses of her heart for so long, she exclaimed in a voice + the mingled rapture and determination of which rings in my ears even now, + “And is it a thing like this with its suggestions of mercenary interest + that shall bridge the gulf that separates you and me? Shall the giving or + the gaining of a fortune make necessary the unital of lives over which + holier influences have beamed and loftier hopes shone? No, no; by the + smile with which your dying father took me to his breast, love alone, with + the hope and confidence it gives, shall be the bond to draw us together + and make of the two separate planes on which we stand, a common ground + where we can meet and be happy.” + </p> + <p> + And with one supreme gesture she tore into pieces the will which she held, + and sank all aglow with woman’s divinest joy into the arms held out to + receive her. + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + I was present at the wedding-reception given them by the Countess De Mirac + in her elegant apartments at the Windsor. I never saw a happier bride, nor + a husband in whose eyes burned a deeper contentment. To all questions as + to who this extraordinary woman could be, where she was found, and in what + place and at what time she was married, the Countess had apt replies whose + art of hushing curiosity without absolutely satisfying it, was one of the + tokens she yet preserved, of her short sway as grand lady, in the gayest + and most hollow city of the world. + </p> + <p> + As I prepared to leave a scene perhaps the most gratifying in many + respects that I had ever witnessed, I felt a slight touch on my arm. It + came from Mrs. Blake who with her husband had crossed the room to bid me + farewell. + </p> + <p> + “Will you allow me to thank you,” said she, “for the risk you ran for me + one day and of which I have just heard. It was an act that merits the + gratitude of years, and as such shall be always remembered by me. If the + old French artist with the racking cough ever desires a favor at my hands, + let him feel free to ask it. The interest I experienced in him in the days + of my trouble, will suffer no abatement in these of my joy and + prosperity.” And with a look that was more than words, she gave me a + flower from the bouquet she held in her hand, and smilingly withdrew. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg’s A Strange Disappearance, by Anna Katharine Green + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE *** + +***** This file should be named 1167-h.htm or 1167-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/1/1/6/1167/ + +Produced by Lisa Bennett, and David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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