MR. TOWNSEND IS MADE TO UNDERSTAND.
I wondered if he had an inkling of what it was that I might have to say
to him. He showed no signs of it. But one could not tell. I felt,
instinctively, that his intuition was every whit as keen as mine. While
as for his appearance of perfect ease, it clothed him like a skin.
As he lounged in an easy-chair I drank in, as it were, the atmosphere
of his grace and elegance and charm of manner. I felt that I was going
to enjoy myself. I believe that the fighting instinct is the strongest
instinct that I have. I knew that, at least, for once in a way, I was
going to cross swords with a foeman who was worthy of my steel.
I began to play with him, as a preliminary to the earnest which was to
follow.
"I hear that I am to congratulate you, Mr. Townsend." He made a slight
movement with his hands--it was a pretty little trick he had. "I
understand that you are about to make a change in your condition of
life. You are about to be married."
"In that respect I do deserve your congratulations, for if ever there
was a marriage which, to one of the parties at any rate, promised all
that the heart of man could desire, it is that on which I am about to
enter. Therefore, Mrs. Carruth, I do solicit your congratulations."
He looked me straight in the face as he said this, a smile peeping from
the corners of his lips. The first score had been with him. And I felt
he knew it.
"I saw that the engagement was announced."
"I know that it was announced--I believe at the suggestion of Sir
Haselton Jardine."
"It was rather an odd announcement, the one I saw."
"Odd? In what way?"
"Perhaps the oddity was also part of Sir Haselton Jardine's
suggestion."
"What was there peculiar about the one you saw?"
"Well, there was a little about the marriage, and a good deal about the
murder."
"What murder?"
"The Three Bridges murder. It seemed to me to be rather a funny
mixture. It was not so much an announcement of the engagement as of Sir
Haselton Jardine's connection with the murderer."
"His connection with the murderer?"
"As counsel for the Crown."
"I'm afraid I don't quite follow your meaning."
"No? Really?"
He got up.
"I fear, Mrs. Carruth, I must tear myself away. I have an appointment
which I am inclined to think is already overdue."
"You mustn't go. Did I not tell you in my note that I have something
which I particularly wished to say to you? Have you forgotten? I am
coming to it now."
"I am but too disposed to yield to temptation, Mrs. Carruth, being
fully conscious of how good it is of you to say anything to me at all."
He said that kind of thing with an easy assurance and an exquisite
grace, which seemed to rob it of its banality. Resuming his seat, he
continued to look me straight in the face. He gave me no lead. I had to
make one for myself.
"It is about the murder."
"The murder? Every one seems to be talking of that!"
"Are you going to let Mr. Tennant hang?"
To look at him one would not have imagined that he understood me in the
least.
"I am afraid that that is an issue which scarcely rests in my hands. I
wish the poor chap well. I don't know that there is anything else that
I can do for him. Is there any talk of a petition being got up in case
he is convicted?"
"You see, I saw you do it."
"You saw me do--what?"
He asked the question as coolly as you please.
"The murder!"
It might have been my fancy, but I thought that a sort of greyness
passed for a moment over his face, and that the pupils of his eyes came
to a point. But certainly he showed no other signs of discomposure.
"I suppose, Mrs. Carruth, that you are jesting?"
"I have been jesting. I jest no more."
He watched me for some seconds with anxious scrutiny.
"What am I to understand you to mean?"
"You are to understand that I saw you commit the murder with which Mr.
Tennant stands charged."
He continued to examine my face. Reading as much of it, I suppose, as
he desired to read--which, possibly, was more than I intended. Not the
slightest shadow of a change took place in his own. Having concluded
his examination, he got up from his chair. He went to the fireplace.
Leaning his elbow on the mantelboard, he stood looking down into the
burning coals.
To judge from his demeanour, what he had just now heard possessed only
the smallest personal interest for him.
"Where were you?"
"I was on the bank. You almost threw the lady upon my head."
"Really?" He positively smiled. "How do you know it was I?"
"I saw you. You stood on the other side of the hedge and stared at me."
He glanced up from the fire.
"Did you rise up, like a sort of accusing spirit, from the middle of
the bushes?"
"I did. That kind of thing was enough to make any one rise."
"How very odd! Do you know, I took you for a ghost. You gave me a
horrid fright. I took to my heels, and ran for my life."
"I know you did. I saw you start off running."
He laughed softly. He seemed to find the thing amusing in a way which
began to strike me as a bit uncanny. His gaze turned to the fire.
"Do you know, I thought that you were that kind of woman from the
first?"
"What do you mean? That I was what kind of woman?"
"I mean nothing disagreeable, on my honour. Only I thought that we
might be sympathetic."
His words or his manner, or both together, cut me as if he had struck
me with a lash. So far he seemed to be doing all the scoring. I was
silent. I still would bide my time. He went on--
"By the way, how came you to be upon the bank?"
I hesitated. Should I tell him anything? And, if anything, how much? I
knew that he was watching me. I decided to be frank.
"I fell out of the train."
"What train?"
"I was in the same compartment with this Mr. Tennant. We had a
discussion. In the course of it I fell out."
"While the train was moving?"
"Yes. It was a miracle I was not killed. As a matter of fact I fell
among some bushes, and was not even scratched."
"You say that you fell out. Do you mean that you fell out with Mr.
Tennant's help?"
"He had nothing to do with it. It was a pure accident. He may have
thought that he had, but he had not."
"Is it possible that he thinks you were killed?"
"It is extremely possible. When that body was found I believe he
thought that it was mine."
"This is very curious; but if he saw the body he would know it was not
yours."
"Would he see it? Taking it for granted that it was mine, he would not
want to see it, and would they compel him to see it against his will?"
His tone was contemplative.
"I suppose they wouldn't--no. So, if he is found guilty, and is
sentenced to be hung, he will actually go to the gallows under the
impression that he deserves his fate. I never heard of anything so
curious."
It occurred to me that not the least curious part of the situation was
the fashion in which he appeared to regard it from the point of view of
a mere outsider. He continued to gaze at the fire. Presently he smiled
again.
"And now may I venture to ask you why you have told me this extremely
interesting scrap of news?"
"Because I intend to save the life of an innocent man."
"How?"
"By laying the real facts of the case before the police."
"Unless I do what? I suppose there is something I can do to save
myself. Otherwise you would have laid the real facts of the case before
the police before."
"There certainly is a way by which you can constrain me to silence."
"Oh, yes; there are several ways of doing that."
Something in his tone caused me to grasp the revolver which I had
slipped into my dress pocket. I had not known how he might take what I
had to say. I had thought that it might be just as well that I should
come prepared.
"You need not fondle that pretty little pistol of yours. I was not
thinking of that way, I assure you."
The man's quickness of perception verged upon the supernatural.
"It is a matter of indifference to me whether you were or were not
thinking of it. I am not afraid."
"I believe that you are not."
"I am not. You are wrong in saying that there are more ways than one of
constraining me to silence. There is but one."
"And that is?"
"You may save yourself from the law by the law, and, so far as I am
concerned, only by the law."
"Explain yourself."
"According to the law of England, on a capital charge, a wife may give
no evidence against her husband."
Unless I was mistaken, he slightly started. Anyhow, his elbow came off
the mantelboard and his arm fell to his side. There was silence.
Presently he returned his elbow to its former place upon the
mantelboard.
"I see."
It was an ejaculation, rather than anything else. To the best of my
judgment his face was expressionless as a mask. But I could not see his
eyes--he kept them flamewards. Next time he spoke he confined himself
to the utterance of a monosyllable.
"Well?"
"So far as I am concerned, that is all."
He stood up straight. He faced me, turning his back to the fire.
"May I ask why you wish to marry me?"
"I? It is you who wish to marry me, surely."
He regarded me with unwavering eyes.
"Let us be frank with one another. Why do you wish to marry me?"
"I am not conscious of having expressed any wish of the kind. I merely
suggest that if I were your wife, in time, your neck would be saved.
Otherwise----"
I allowed the sentence to remain unfinished.
"I am not a prize in the matrimonial market."
"I have not inferred that you were. However, that is a question of the
point of view."
"And your point of view is?"
"You have certain things I want."
"As for instance?"
"You have position--I have money."
"What sort of position do you imagine me to have?"
"You have the _entrée_ to the best society in England."
"It does not follow that I can give that _entrée_ to my wife."
"If you have a particular kind of wife, it does."
"And you would be that particular kind of wife?"
"I should. I have sufficient brains, sufficient looks, and sufficient
money."
"What is your idea of sufficient money?"
"I can spend, say, between forty and fifty thousand pounds a year, and
still economise."
For the first time, he evinced genuine surprise. I thought I had him;
but I had not.
"Between forty and fifty thousand pounds a year? No. Then why do you
live in such a place as this?"
"If you have any doubts as to the existence of the money, I shall be
happy to give you ample proof, not only that my income is considerably
over the larger of the two sums which I have mentioned, but also that
it is certain to increase."
"Then you are a rich woman, even as riches go. You might have
your choice of the best _partis_ in England. You would have no
difficulty in marrying a man who really has what I only have in your
imagination--family and influence. For instance, there is Archie
Beaupré. He has some of the bluest blood in England in his veins. He
has just the things you want. Why not marry him?"
"If I did, you would hang."
He smiled. It seemed to me that this time his smile was a little
strained.
"Again I am compelled to ask, why do you wish to marry me?--me, in
particular?"
"I will hint at a possible reason--one which may commend itself to you.
You said, just now, that when first you saw me something told you that
we were sympathetic. That something told you aright--we are."
I had hit him at last. Something came into his face and eyes which said
I had. It stayed only for a moment. But it stayed long enough to show
that, under that expressionless mask, there was a volcano raging.
"You certainly are an unusual type of woman."
"Precisely; and you are an unusual type of man. We approximate."
He laughed out loud. But, to my ear, there was something in his
laughter which was scarcely gay.
"But, my dearest lady, you are aware that I am already engaged to be
married?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"I have seen something about it in the papers."
"And now you hear it from me as a fact. There are circumstances as
connected with my engagement which render it certain that, if by any
overt act of mine, it is ruptured, I shall be ruined, I shall forfeit
my reputation; I shall lose, entirely, and for ever, what you say you
want--that fragment of a position, which in reality is all that I
possess."
I simply tilted my chair backwards, pressed the tips of my fingers
together, and smiled at him.
"I have enough money to buy it back again--all that you are likely to
lose, and more. I would not allow any consideration of that kind, if I
were you, to frighten me. Besides, I think that, perhaps unconsciously,
you exaggerate. However, don't let us carry the discussion just now any
farther. The great thing is that we understand each other. Should I
remain a free agent, or, in other words, should I not be your wife, in
time, I shall do my utmost to save the life of an innocent man."
"What do you mean by being my wife in time?"
"Within eight-and-forty hours of the jury bringing in a verdict of
guilty against Mr. Tennant."
"Poor wretch! Then, I take it, you do not require a promise from me
now?"
"Neither now nor at any other time. From first to last the matter is
purely one for your own consideration. It is your affair, not mine.
There are such things as special licenses. I believe one can get
married within twelve hours. By the way, Mr. Townsend, I want you to do
me a favour."
"If I can. What is it?"
"I want you to get me a ticket for the trial."
He started--really! The start was unconcealed. There was no mistake
about it.
"The trial? Do you mean for Tennant's trial?"
"I do."
"Do you propose to be present?"
"Certainly."
"What for?"
"It will be so funny."
"Are you meditating active interposition?"
He eyed me as if he would have searched out my inmost soul. His
anxiety--obvious at last--amused me.
"My dear Mr. Townsend, you may take my word for it that I shall stand,
literally and exactly, to every syllable I have uttered. You need be
under no apprehension of my interposing in the trial. I shall do
nothing in the business, of any sort or kind, until eight-and-forty
hours after Mr. Tennant has been found guilty. What I am to do then
rests, as I have explained, with you. You will be able to obtain the
ticket I require from your friend, Sir Haselton Jardine."
The keenness of his scrutiny relaxed. Possibly he deemed it wiser to
pretend that he was satisfied, even if he was not.
"If I can get you a ticket, you shall have one. I think I have read
somewhere that, on a question of taste, there is no room for
disputation." He smiled--his natural smile once more. "And now, dear
Mrs. Carruth, let me assure you that I am very sensitive of the
compliment which you have paid me and of the still greater honour which
you would do me. Of my own unworthiness I am but too conscious. But I
would ask you to let me tell you frankly--since frankness is the order
of the day--that, were it not for the ramifications and complications
of my unfortunate position, I should long ere this have been at your
feet, upon my knees. I protest that, more than once when in your
presence, I have experienced the greatest difficulty in keeping myself
upstanding."
I laughed. How the man could lie! With what a grace!
We parted the best of friends.