Warily, above all, must he tickle Gregory’s suspicions.
No one knew of the system that grew up then in that house. The house was
secret enough at any time; now it contained a secret within its secret.
It contained the pursuit of Gregory by Silas, the difficult
tracking-down, the requisite, progressive measure of suggestion, the
pieces of paper bearing the poison of a phrase, the impotence of the
dumb man, his efforts to escape from his tormentor, then his return in
his cravings for a greater certainty. Silas was intent upon his own
skill; a touch here, a touch there; he placed them with a sharp and
delicate artistry. His only fear now was that Gregory might refuse to go
with Calthorpe, and to forestall that danger he got hold of the
overseer.
“I hope, Mr. Calthorpe, you’ll keep Gregory to this job. You know he’s
diffident,—to look at the way he sticks to those vats, he who’s fit to
manage the engine room!—and now he’s saying that you’re wanting him to
go out of charity, like, and if he thinks that, he won’t be beholden to
you.”
“I’ll go in to him now, and fix it up once for all. There’s no charity
about the matter; I don’t want Gregory to _talk_ to the plants, I want
him to _look_ at them.”
“I knew I only had to mention it to you,” said Silas demurely.
V
Gregory was torn. He was bitterly unwilling to forego the chance offered
to his solitary ambition. He was forty-five, and he had given the whole
of his youth to the patient, meticulous study of machinery; could he
decline the chance, on the strength of a few words from Silas,—roguish,
busy old Silas! always meddling at something, never letting well alone—a
few words that perhaps were rooted in nothing but Silas’s imagination?
No, he couldn’t decline it! But what if Silas were right? Nan was young,
Morgan was young, he constantly saw them talking together, talking when
Nan should have been working and when Morgan, more naturally, might have
been kicking a ball with other young men on the green. Here he became
full of gloom. Should he charge Nan with it? no, women were too artful;
he would learn nothing through charging Nan. Better to trust Silas, then
by the time he came back from Birmingham Silas could tell him as a sure
fact whether or no.... For the first time he began to think of the
consequences, of the obligation that might be laid upon him....
Perfectly honest, he envisaged facts unflinchingly, in the sole light
under which they offered themselves to him. He was not a man to admit
alternatives.
He had only one slight hesitation: was it fair to lay a trap for Nan?
But he discarded the doubt. If she were innocent no trap could catch
her; if she were guilty, he had the right to protect his interests as
best he might; he and Silas both had that right. They were both
handicapped; their whole lives were, in some measure, the lives of
animals at bay.