NONE.
AT this beginning of my great trouble, I used to be worried, more than
common sense would warrant, by the easy way in which other people took
my distress, even while I was among them. If anything occurred to make
them laugh, they laughed with all their hearts at things, in which I
could perceive no joke at all. I dare say they were right, and I was
wrong; but I felt that I should not have laughed at all, if the tables
had been turned upon them, as I wished they had been. That is to say,
if they had been in bitter grief, and I had been standing outside to
help them. For the policemen I could make all allowance, because they
must get seasoned by their profession, even as the lawyers do; but it
did seem a little bit unnatural at first, that some men, to whom I
would gladly have lent my last shilling but one, if they had wanted
it, should be ready to put their hands into their pockets, not to feel
if there was anything there for my good, but to enable them to enjoy a
broad grin at leisure, if the least bit of laughable nature turned up.
But one thing I will say for the women, there was scarcely so much as a
smile among them; they could understand what I had lost, and they knew
(perhaps from self-examination) that a good wife is not to be got every
day.
The heavy cloud had been pouring down rain in volumes and hail in
lines, when with Selsey Bill, and Mrs. Bill, and Polly lagging after
us under a broken umbrella, my uncle and myself came to Honeysuckle
Cottage and found Sergeant Biggs and Constable Turnover, with their
oilskin capes running like a tiled roof, and their faces full of
discipline.
“Wouldn’t go inside, gents, till you came; no warrant being out, and no
instructions received. Always gets into trouble, when we acts on our
own hook.”
We led them inside, for there was broad day-light now, and the cloud
began to lift, and the rain came down in single drops, instead of one
great sheet. As they stamped about and shook themselves in our little
passage, scattering grimy wetness like a trundled mop, I wondered, with
a bitter pang, what Kitty would have thought after all her neat work,
if she could only have seen this.
“Turnover, you come after me. We makes this inspection together, mind.
And what I sees, you sees, and corroborates. Though it ain’t a case of
murder, so far as we know yet, we must keep our eyes open, the same as
if it was. Everything comes to us, and nothing comes amiss to them that
does their duty.”
This sentiment was much admired by Constable Turnover; and my uncle
whispered, “Let them do exactly as they like, Kit. They are a pair of
fools; but we need not tell them so. We shall have them on our side,
at any rate. And if they don’t do any good, they can do no harm. Leave
them entirely to their own devices.”
This quite agreed with my own view of the matter. When a crime has
been committed, we call in the police, as in dangerous illness we
invoke a doctor, for the satisfaction of our own minds, rather than
from any hope of being helped. And in the former case, we have this
advantage—the thing becomes widely spread, and distant eyes are turned
on it.
“All in order, gents; not a lock been forced, not a door broke open, so
far as we can discover.” Sergeant Biggs was beating his hands together,
from the force of habit, as he came to us in the kitchen, where we were
sitting drowsily. “Two windows open, and some rain come in; but no
signs of entrance by them. The young lady have gone of her own accord,
and left no sign for any one. Time of disappearance not exactly known,
you say, but somewhere between five and ten o’clock supposed. Please
give particulars of dress, height, and complexion. We know the young
lady well enough, of course, but we like to have those things from
relatives. And the dress is beyond us; ladies always are so changing.
Mr. Kit says her gray cloak is gone, and brown bonnet. White chip hat
hanging on the peg. Looks as if she meant to go a goodish way. But not
much preparation for travelling. There was a little black bag, sir, you
said you could not find. Very sorry to trouble you, sir, when you are
so down-hearted. But I must ask you just to look into them drawers in
the lady’s bedroom. And specially to see if any cash is missing. Excuse
me, sir, I meant no rudeness.”
For I had leaped up, and was ready to strike him, at the suggestion
that my darling could have robbed me.
“He is doing his duty, Kit; don’t be a fool;” cried my uncle, as Biggs
threw his arm up in defence.
“Must give up this case, sir,” said the sergeant, without anger;
“unless you allows us to conduct it our own way. We are bound to know
all that can throw a light upon it. And nine times out of ten, when a
woman—beg pardon—a lady runs away from her husband on the sudden, she
collars all the cash, and all the trinkets she can find. Don’t mean to
insinuate for a moment that this young lady done anything of the kind.
But for all that, I am bound to put the question; and Mr. Cornelius can
see it, if you can’t, sir.”
“Very well; I will go and see,” I answered, having sense enough to know
that he was right; “and you can both come and see for yourselves, if
you like. Perhaps you won’t believe it, unless you do. At any rate, you
come, Uncle Corny.”
I ran up in haste to our little bedroom, as pretty a room as one could
wish to see, for its cheerfulness, airiness, and fair view, between the
clustering climbers, of the broad winding river and the hills beyond,
all to be seen either over or amid a great waving depth of white and
pink, where the snow of the pears put the apples to the blush. Very
plainly furnished as it was, our little room looked sweet, even in its
desolation, and as lively and delightful as the bride who had adorned
it. My Aunt Parslow had given us a pretty chest of drawers, of real
bird’s-eye maple-wood, which she had bought at a sale somewhere; and
we kept all our money, that was not at the bank, in one of the top
drawers, which had a tolerable lock. This was the proper place for
Kitty’s purse and mine; although I never had one, so to speak—at least
it was always empty. Whenever I had any money, fit to spend, it was
generally always in my waistcoat-pocket; and it never stopped there
long, if I came across anybody who deserved it. But I never went out
with too much at a time; for it is not safe to have nothing left at
home. The key was not in the drawer, of course; but I knew where Kitty
kept it, and there it was, as usual.
I could have wept now, if I might have made sure of nobody coming
after me, when I found all the balance of this week’s allowance for
housekeeping uses in a twist of silver paper—such as used to be common,
but is seldom seen now; and my darling had not made much boot upon the
store, ever since last Saturday. For our butcher, who wanted her to
run up an account (being in love with her, as everybody was, although
he had a wife and seven little butchers rising), had made believe that
he could not stop to weigh the last half-leg of mutton he sent up.
Kitty had told me of this, and lamented, while unwilling to appear
distrustful of him. For an honest tradesman dislikes that, though he
often has to brace up his mind to it.
I put this residue of our fifteen shillings into one corner, as a
sacred thing; and then I went to the brown metal box at the back of the
drawer, where we kept our main stock, with a dozen of my wife’s new
handkerchiefs piled over it, to delude all burglars. I had bought her a
dozen, at less than cost price, as the haberdasher vowed, at Baycliff;
and we had been reluctant to be so hard upon him; but he said that he
was selling off, and we must have the benefit. And I lifted them now
with a miserable pang; for my love had kissed me, for this cheap but
pretty present, and she had marked them all with her own sweet hair.
I have often been astonished in my life, as everybody must be, almost
before his hair begins to grow; but mine (which was now in abundant
short curls) would have pushed off my hat, if I had worn one, when the
money-box came to my eyes, half open, and as clean as a spade on a
Saturday night. Every bank-note was gone, and every sovereign, too, and
even the four half-sovereigns, which we had meant to spend first, when
we could not help it!
I have never loved money with much of my heart, though we are bound to
do as our neighbours do; and perhaps it had been a little pleasure to
me, to have more than I ever could have dreamed of having, through the
great generosity of Aunt Parslow, and the timely assistance of Captain
Fairthorn. But now my whole heart went down in a lump, and I scarcely
had any power of breath, as I fell once more upon my widowed bed, and
had no strength to wrestle with the woe that lay upon me. That my own
wife, my own true wife, the heart of my heart, and the life of my
life, should have run away from me, of her own accord, without a word,
without one good-bye, and carried off all our money!
“Come, Kit, how much longer do you mean to be?” my uncle’s voice came
up the stairs. “Let him alone, Biggs. Perhaps he is crying. Those young
fellows never understand the world. Some little thing comes round
a corner on them, and they give way, for want of seasoning. He was
wonderfully bound up in his Kitty. And however it may look against her
now, I will stake my life that she deserved it. You Peelers see all the
worst of the world, and it makes you look black at everything. I would
lay every penny I possess, which is very little in these free-trade
times, that he finds every farthing of his money right. Though I have
often told him what a fool he was to keep so much in his own house.”
“He seems an uncommon time a-counting of it.” Sergeant Biggs spoke
sceptically, and retired to the kitchen; for it did not matter very
much to him.
Getting no reply from me, my uncle came up slowly; for a night out of
bed tells upon the stiff joints, when a man is getting on in years.
Then he marched up bravely, and laid one hand upon my shoulder.
“What are you about, Kit? Breaking down, old fellow! You must not do
that, with these chaps in the house, or the Lord knows what a lot of
lies will get about. Money all right, of course. No doubt of that, my
boy.”
I could make no answer, but pointed to the drawer, which was still
pulled out to its full extent. With a little smile, which expressed as
well as words—“What a fool you must be, to keep your money there!” he
looked in, and saw the empty cash-box, and turned as white as his own
pear-blossom. Then he took the brown box in his thick right hand, and
turned it upside down, as if he could not trust his eyes.
“How much was there in it? But perhaps you did not know? Oh, Kit, Kit,
is it come to this at last?”
He spoke as if I ought to have been robbed by my own wife, a long time
ago, and was bound by the duty of a husband to expect it. But my spirit
rose, and I jumped up, and faced him.
“Every farthing of it was her own,” I said; “and she had a perfect
right to take it. It is part of the hundred pounds Aunt Parslow gave
her, on our—on her wedding-day. There was forty-five pounds in that
box; and the other fifty-five was invested according to your advice.
I would send her that also, if I knew her address. It was all her own
money; you may ask Aunt Parslow. I have no right to a farthing of it.”
“Kit, you are a very fine fellow after all, though you do take things
so lumpily. But answer me one little question. Why did your aunt give
her that hundred pounds?”
“Because she loved her, as everybody does—or did. Because she was so
kind, and good, and loving.”
“No, my boy, not at all for that reason. But because she married you,
Aunt Parslow’s nephew. The money was yours, in all honesty, not hers.
Or at any rate it belonged to you together. She had no more right to
take that money without your consent, than I have to walk into Baker
Rasp’s shop, and walk out of it with the contents of his till. You
must look at things squarely, and make your mind up. Expel her from
your heart. She is a light-of-love, and a robber. Oh, Kit, Kit, that I
should have brought you into this! And I did think that I knew so much
about women.”
My uncle shed a tear, not on his own account, or mine, and perhaps not
even for the sake of women; but because he had loved Kitty as his own
daughter, and he could no more expel her from his heart, than I from
mine; at least without taking a long time about it. I was moved with
his grief, for he was hard to grieve; and my wrath at his injustice was
disarmed. I put back the empty box, and locked the drawer; for I knew
that it was useless to argue with him.
“This is the second great grief of my life,” he said in a low voice, as
if talking to himself; “over and above those losses which are inflicted
on us by the Lord, as time goes on. And the other was through a woman
too. I will tell you of it, when we have more time; for it may help you
in your own grief, Kit. But now we must quiet those fellows downstairs.
I wish we had never called them in. I would rather lose every penny I
possess, and start in the world again, as a market-porter, than let
this miserable story get abroad. We must take your view of the case
before the public, and tell them that there is no money gone, except
her own. The Lord knows that I am not a liar, and He will forgive
me for stretching a bit this time. Or perhaps you had better do it;
because you believe it, you know, and so there won’t be any lie at all.
You go down first; and I will come behind you grumbling, which no one
can say is an ungrateful thing now.”
This seemed the proper course, although in my misery I should never
have thought of it, until I wished that I had done so. The question as
to the right to that money lay between myself and Kitty; and as she
had doubtless considered it hers, to brand her at large as a robber,
without allowing her chance of explanation, would be most unfair, and
would only add another pain to a story too painful already. So I went
down and told Sergeant Biggs that my wife had taken a few clothes in
her handbag, and a part of some money she had lately received as a
wedding-present, but had left the balance of her cash for housekeeping,
as well as most of her trinkets, in the bedroom drawer.
He was much disappointed at this, and shook his head, to disguise the
blow received by his sagacity.
“Beats me for the present, at any rate,” he said; “but time will
throw more light upon it, before we are many years older. You hold
on, sir, and not go about too much. Half the mischief comes of that.
A party comes to us, and he says—‘Look here, I leave the whole of it
to your care, sergeant. You understand these things, and I don’t.
Anything as you do I will back up—magistrates, witnesses, lawyers,
dogstealers—whatever you find needful, up to a five-pound note, or
more.’ And after that, what do we feel? Why, ready to go through with
it, on our best mettle, you might say, and come down with cash out
of our own breeches’ pocket, for love of nothing else but duty. And
then we gets crossed, like two dogs a-coursing, by the other party’s
track, with his nose up in the air the very same as if he never come
anigh us. So I says to Turnover, ‘Now one thing or the other; either
they must let us do it all, or nothing. And if we do it all, in a
hunt-the-slipper thing like this, we must know all the ins and outs,
first from the beginning. Then,’ says I, ‘we can give our minds to it,
Turnover.’ And he answers—‘Yes, sergeant, but do they mean to tell us
everything?’ And now that’s the question before you, sir.”
“We will think about that, and let you know by-and-by,” said my uncle,
who had listened to this long oration; “not that you ever find out
anything, Biggs. Still it is a comfort to believe that you are trying.
And now come and do what you ought to have done long ago—make a careful
examination of the footprints by the door. It has been raining pretty
sharp; but it all came from the south, and the important marks are on
the north side in the lane, according to what my nephew saw last night,
and the shower won’t have touched them, with the door shut to. Bring
some paper and a pencil, and your old joint-rule, Kit. Not that we
shall ever make out much.”
He was right enough in that last prediction. For although I had
fastened the door—in strict keeping with the moral of the proverb—and
no rain had pelted the ground outside it, yet a greater effacer than
rain had been there. For the spot being on a sharp slope, and below the
crown of the road, or the lane I should say, a strong rush of water had
taken track there, and washed away all the dust, and then the heavier
substance, leaving rough pebbles with sharp edges sticking up, as clean
and unconscious as before they saw the world.
“Nothing to be made of that,” said Biggs; “nor of any footmarks
anywhere else, after all the rain as have fallen. Only one thing to do
now is to inquire of the neighbours, and folk as were about last night.”