JOHN 15:13
With Stonewell's entrance came a silence that was positively painful.
The commandant looked at him with undisguised loathing. In Captain
Blunt's face woe unutterable was clearly depicted. Harry Blunt, pale and
uneasy, regarded him with frightened glance. Robert Drake looked at
Stonewell with fascinated gaze; he felt that now the end of all things
at the Naval Academy was to happen.
Stonewell, clear-eyed and calm as usual, looked at Robert, and then
slowly his eyes traveled and rested upon each person in the room. Never
had Stonewell appeared better. In his dignified bearing there was not a
single trace of fear or worry. No response was made to his salutation or
report. Again he glanced about the room, and getting no response
inquired, "What is the matter? Am I intruding?"
"What's the matter?" cried the commandant. "Have you the effrontery to
ask what the matter is?"
"I beg to be so informed," replied Stonewell coolly, after a moment's
hesitation.
"Read this paper, sir. Do you not know why Mr. Drake has offered his
resignation?"
Stonewell read the paper; then looked keenly at Robert, then at Captain
Blunt and Harry; things seemed to explain themselves and he merely said,
"Ah," as if it were in response to some unspoken thought of his own.
"Where were you last night at eleven o'clock, Mr. Stonewell?"
"In Washington, sir; I spent the day in Princeton, New Jersey, and
returned to Washington at seven o'clock."
An angry exclamation left the commandant's lips. Again his closed fist
banged the desk.
"Mr. Stonewell!"
"Sir?"
"Last night, shortly after eleven o'clock, Mr. Drake and this man Grice
caught two midshipmen in the act of stealing an examination. Mr. Drake
knows who these midshipmen are, but resigns rather than give their
names. But we know them. One of these midshipmen was disguised. Mr.
Blunt, put on your false beard and your hat."
Harry Blunt did so, shamefacedly enough.
"Look at this man; have you ever seen him before?" thundered the
commandant, in scornful tones, leaning over his desk.
Stonewell looked at Harry, then at Robert, and then at Captain Blunt.
Again Stonewell said "Ah," and further remarked, "Now I understand."
"Answer my question, sir," fairly shouted Commander Dalton. "Did you
ever before see a person who looked as Mr. Blunt does now?"
"Yes, sir. The man who gave three groans for the superintendent and
commandant that night in the Colonial Theatre was evidently Mr. Blunt in
disguise. I didn't know it at the time, but evidently my roommate did.
This accounts for his past inveterate hostility to Mr. Blunt. He never
told me about it, and I have been puzzled at his strong dislike for Mr.
Blunt. From what you have said I imagine that Mr. Blunt was one of the
two midshipmen caught by Mr. Drake. I now see what the trouble is. Mr.
Drake will not tell because of his gratitude to Captain Blunt."
"Mr. Stonewell," burst out the commandant, "have you descended to the
bottom of the pit of hypocrisy and infamy? Do you add lying to your
other crimes, sir?"
"Do I add lying to my other crimes?" repeated Stonewell. "These are
strange questions, Captain Dalton; will you please tell me in what way I
have been infamous and a hypocrite? What are those other crimes, and in
what respect have I lied?" Indignation with ringing force was in
Stonewell's voice as he looked steadily and unflinchingly at the
commandant.
"Grice," said Captain Dalton, turning to the negro, "did you and Mr.
Drake see Mr. Blunt trying to steal an examination last night?"
"Yes, sir," eagerly replied Grice; "we done catched him, suh, an' Mistah
Stonewell was with him, suh; Mistah Drake wasn't six feet from Mistah
Stonewell when I turned on de 'lectric light, suh; dere ain't no
mistake, capting. Mistah Harry Blunt was dere disguised, but I knowed
'im. An' Mistah Stonewell was dere; he wuz in his unerform, gold
stripes an' all."
"Mr. Drake," said the commandant turning to Robert, "I will once more
order you either to deny that Mr. Stonewell was there last night or to
admit it."
Robert looked at his beloved friend. Never had Stonewell appeared more
manly, more forceful. Character and greatness of soul seemed to radiate
from him, and it almost seemed that midshipman though he was, the others
present were dwarfed into insignificance.
With unmoved expression and with a clear, straightforward gaze Stonewell
returned Robert's look, and smiled; smiled as though to assure him that
all was well; Robert felt pity mingle with his deep affection for his
erring friend, and confused as he was and knowing that Stonewell was
guilty, there was yet something so noble, so fearless in Stonewell's
bearing that a hope leaped up in him that his friend was not without
some justification for his act, impossible as it was to imagine what it
could be.
"Do you deny that you detected Mr. Stonewell last night trying to steal
an examination?"
"As I have resigned I respectfully request to be excused from answering
questions," replied Robert in a breaking voice.
"Mr. Stonewell, I shall recommend your immediate dismissal for
scandalous conduct, and you too, Mr. Blunt. Mr. Drake will be dismissed
for disobedience of orders. Mr. Stonewell, your crimes have found you
out. You, the most esteemed midshipman of your time, have turned out to
be but a sorry hypocrite, an impostor. You, a shameful, dishonorable man
to wear a naval uniform, to represent your country? Never! Oh, that I
had never come to this place! What is to be hoped for our navy when the
midshipman we are most proud of turns out to be a hypocrite and a
cheat?"
The commandant spoke with, warm, intense feeling. He paused for a
moment, and then contemptuously said: "You are as brazen as you are
false. Your position was so high that I cannot imagine what could have
induced you, even though you are devoid of honor, to have so acted. And
now that you are found out I cannot help but wonder--I would like to
know what excuse, what explanation you can offer, and what your
thoughts are at this moment."
While the commandant spoke, Stonewell stood proudly erect before him. He
neither cringed nor for a moment took his eyes from the commandant's
face. Over at one side stood Robert, now utterly collapsed.
Stonewell fearlessly looked the commandant through and through, and then
he looked at Robert. There was almost a break in his voice when in tones
showing not a trace of resentment for the commandant's scathing,
contemptuous words, but instead full of unutterable affection, he said
softly to the commandant, but looking at Robert: "I cannot tell you what
my thoughts at this moment are, sir, but I will tell Drake later."