The meeting was soon after strengthened by the arrival of Mrs Bolter
and the principal ladies of the little community, when before long it
became evident that Helen Perowne's behaviour had made the ladies of one
mind.
Their sole idea was that which found vent at last from the lips of Mrs
Bolter, who, after a good deal of pressing as to her belief, gave it:
"I am very sorry to express my feelings upon the subject," she said,
"and perhaps I am prejudiced; but I cannot help thinking that Miss
Perowne has eloped with Captain Hilton, and Lieutenant Chumbley has gone
with them to save appearances."
"That doesn't account for Rosebury's disappearance, my dear," said the
doctor, rather tartly, for he was annoyed at his wife's decided tone.
"I am sorry to say that Miss Perowne," continued the lady, "had gained a
great deal of influence over my brother, and I daresay he would have
acquiesced in anything she wished him to do."
"I am quite sure you are wronging Helen, and Mr Rosebury as well!"
cried Grey Stuart, suddenly. "Mrs Bolter, these words of yours are
cruel in the extreme!"
"Maybe, my dear," said Mrs Bolter, tightening her lips.
"And I am sure," cried Grey, "that Captain Hilton would never have taken
such a step; while Lieutenant Chumbley would have been the first to call
it madness!"
"And who made you their champion, miss?" cried old Stuart, sharply.
"I only said what I thought was right, papa," said Grey, with no little
dignity. "I could not stand by and hear Helen accused of so great a
lapse of duty without a word in her defence."
"And I am sure, from her father to the humblest here," said the
Resident, taking Grey's hand and kissing it, "we all honour you for your
sentiments, Miss Stuart. And now, Mrs Bolter," he continued, turning
to the doctor's wife, "as we have heard your belief, let me ask you, as
a sensible woman, whether you think such an assertion can be true."
"I don't see why you should take up the cudgels so fiercely on Miss
Perowne's behalf, Mr Harley," said the little lady, quietly.
"That is beside the question," he retorted, "and I ask you again, do you
think this true?"
"I told you beforehand, Mr Harley," replied the lady, "that I was no
doubt very much prejudiced, and I believe I am; but I am at least frank
and plain, and repeat, that after due consideration it does wear that
aspect to me."
"Speak out, Mrs Bolter, please," said the father. "I will have no
reservations."
"It is a time, Mr Perowne, when I feel bound to speak out, and without
reservation. I grieve to say that Miss Perowne's whole conduct has been
such as to lead any thoughtful woman to believe that what I say is
true."
There was a murmur of assent here from the ladies present.
"You are in the minority, Miss Stuart," said the Resident, gravely, as
he turned to Grey, who, pale of face and red-eyed, was now and again
casting reproachful glances at the severe-looking little lady, "and I
thank you for what you have said."
"I'm beginning to think myself that the wife is right," said Dr Bolter.
"She tells me she has been making inquiries amongst the Malay women--
many of whom we know from their coming up to our house for help. They
are very friendly towards us; and if there was anything in the Murad
theory they would have known, and let it out. You are wrong, my dear.
I'm afraid you are wrong."
Grey raised her eyes to the doctor's with quite a fierce look, and she
turned red and pale by turns ere she answered, loyally:
"No, I am not wrong. Helen would not have been guilty of such an act.
I know her too well. Neither," she added, in a lower voice, "would
Captain Hilton."
"Brave little partisan," said the Resident, sadly. "You and I will
fight all Helen Perowne's detractors. As you say," he cried, raising
his voice, and a warm flush showing through his embrowned skin, "it is
impossible!"
Mr Perowne had been called from the room before the discussion assumed
quite so personal a nature, and now he returned, gazing piteously from
one to the other as he was asked whether there was any news.
"This suspense is terrible!" he moaned. "Harley, Bolter, pray do
something! My poor child!--my poor child!"
There was a sympathetic silence in the now crowded room, as the
occupants waited for one of the gentlemen to speak, Dr Bolter looking
at his wife, as if to ask, "What shall I say?" and receiving for
response a shake of the head.
"The Rajah must, I am sure," cried Mr Perowne, "be at the bottom of
this terrible affair. Mr Harley!" he cried, passionately, "I can bear
this no longer, and I insist--I demand of you, as one of her Majesty's
representatives--that you send troops up to the village at once!"
"I have thought of all this, Mr Perowne," said the Resident, "but that
would be a declaration of war, and I should not feel justified in taking
such a step without authority from the Governor."
"I do not care!" cried the father, frantically. "War or no war, I
demand that, instead of waiting in this cold-blooded way, you have the
place searched! This outrage must be due to the Rajah!"
There was a low hum of excitement in the room, as all eagerly watched
for the Resident's reply to what seemed to be, but was not--a just
demand.
"I would gladly do as you wish, Mr Perowne," he replied, "the more
readily because it is what my heart prompts; but I must have some good
grounds--stronger than mere suspicion--before I can do more than ask the
aid of Murad, who is, as you know, a friendly Prince. Again, I must ask
you to consider my position here, and my stringent instructions to keep
on good terms with this Rajah. Recollect, sir, once again, to do what
you propose would be interpreted by the Malays as an act of war. I have
the whole community to study as well as your feelings, sir--as well," he
added, in a low voice, only heard by Grey Stuart, "as my own."
"But my child--my child!" groaned Mr Perowne.
"I have done what I could, sir; sent messengers at once to Murad asking
his aid, and whether any of his people can give us help."
"You did not accuse him then?" said Mr Stuart.
"How could I, sir, on suspicion? No, I have done what is best."
"But it is horrible!" cried Mr Perowne. "The thought of her being in
the power of this unprincipled man is more than I can bear."
"But we do not know, sir, that this is the case, whatever our suspicions
may be."
"I think they are wrong," cried Mrs Bolter, quickly, "for here comes
someone to tell us who is right."
She pointed through the window as she spoke, and every head was turned
to see the Rajah come hurrying up the pathway leading to the house, his
steps seeming to partake of the excitement of the whole group, as he
dashed up to the door; and as soon as he was admitted he half ran into
the midst of the silent assembly, gazing wildly from face to face, till
his eyes rested upon Mr Perowne, to whom he ran, threw his arms over
his shoulders, and exclaimed with a passionate, half-sobbing cry:
"Tell me--quick! Tell me it is not true!"