THE MYSTERY
The house was a large one. It covered a great deal of ground although
it was only one story high. A wide hall ran through the center of the
main building, and there were doors to the right and the left. Through
the first doorway to the right, Patricia made her escape; and, through
it, Roderick Duncan followed her. But he brought up suddenly, the
instant he had crossed the threshold, and stood there, staring.
Patricia had passed swiftly ahead of him, and Roderick saw her drop
upon her knees beside a couch-bed, whereon a man was lying--and that
man was Richard Morton.
Duncan was too greatly amazed for connected thought, but he was
conscious of the fact that Morton's eyes sought him over the shoulder
of Patricia, who knelt beside the couch. He had never thought that
Morton's eyes were quite so expressive. They seemed almost to speak to
him, to wonder at his presence there; but, stranger than all else, to
express unquestionable pleasure because of his presence. He thought
it remarkable that Morton did not move; that the man made no effort to
rise, or to speak; that there was neither smile nor frown upon his
white, still face. Then, Patricia's voice broke the spell that was
upon him. She turned, and beckoned to him.
"Come here, Roderick," she said, softly. "Come and speak to Richard.
Tell him that you have come all the way out here, by a special train,
to marry me, and that you have brought a minister along with you to
perform the ceremony. Come, Roderick, come. He will be made very happy
by the news." She turned toward the stricken man, again, and added:
"Won't you, Richard?"
Slowly the lids dropped for an instant over those strangely brilliant
eyes, and, when they were raised again, the eyes seemed to smile at
Roderick; but there was no other emotion visible about the prostrate
man.
"I have not told you about him, Roderick," Patricia said, rising to
her feet, "but I will do so now, in his presence. He wishes it so; do
you not, Richard?"
Again, those eyes closed for an instant, and Roderick understood that
the gesture, if gesture it could be called, meant an affirmative.
"Richard wishes you to know all the truth about him," she continued.
"I have promised him, many times, that some day I would tell you. He
meant to kill himself that night, when he drove his roadster away from
Cedarcrest. He guided his car, purposely, into the mass of rocks at
the roadside. I found him there. Patrick O'Toole, who is devoted to
me, was with me, you know. We saw the wreck, and stopped. Then, we
found Richard. Oh, it was awful. I thought he was dead, and I believed
that I was his murderer. I still think that I was the unconscious
cause of it all, although he will not have it so. I was moaning over
him, when Mr. Radnor--you remember him?--found us. He took us to a
sanatorium that he knew about, where he said there was a good doctor;
and so it proved. I forgot all about Jack Gardner's car, but later I
sent Patrick back after it."
Morton's eyes began to wink rapidly, and Roderick called Patricia's
attention to the fact.
"Yes; I know that I am getting ahead of my story," she said, as if she
perfectly understood what the winking meant. "Richard was like a dead
man when we arrived at the sanatorium--all save his eyes, and the fact
that he breathed. He was completely paralyzed; only his eyes, and the
lids over them, retained the power of motion. He was terribly
injured. The doctor said he would not die, but that he would never
move a muscle of his body again, no matter how long he might live. The
power of speech was gone, too. Only his eyes lived; the rest of
him--all but his eyes and his great heart--was dead."
Morton's eyes began to wink rapidly, again.
"Yes, I shall tell it all; only, let me do it in my own way," Patricia
said to him. "Mr. Radnor told me that he had given fictitious names
for both of us to the doctor. At first, I was offended because of it,
but later, I was glad. The doctor permitted me to assist in the
nursing--I ... I told him that I was Richard's wife. Mr. Radnor had
already given that impression. I did not deny it; I made it more
emphatic, in order that I might take the direction of affairs. When
Mr. Radnor went away, he said he would return the following day; but I
did not want him to do that, and so, when the next day came, I
persuaded the doctor to telephone to him that he must not come. Also,
when Mr. Radnor took his departure, I sent Patrick with him, to care
for Jack's car. I told him to deliver it at the garage, and then to
return to me, at the sanatorium, for further orders. But, when he
came back, he told me he had abandoned the car in the streets of New
York, knowing that it would be found and claimed, and wishing to avoid
the necessity of answering questions. Am I telling the story
satisfactorily now, Richard?"
Slowly, the speaking eyes drooped their assent, and she went on:
"At the end of a few days, Richard was much better of his hurts. There
was no change in the other condition--the one that still holds him so
helpless. I seemed to have a positive genius for understanding him,
and he made me know--you see, I kept asking questions till he made the
positive or the negative sign. I hit upon that idea because once,
Roderick, you made me read 'The Count of Monte Cristo,' and I
remembered old Nortier--Well, Richard made me understand several
things. One was that he wished to come here, as soon as possible;
another was that, most emphatically, he did not wish to have any of
the old friends and acquaintances in New York know what had happened
to him. Fortunately, he had a large sum of money in his pockets--What
are you insisting about now, Richard?" she concluded, with a smile,
perceiving that the eyelids of the stricken man were working rapidly.
He looked steadily at her, and she shrugged her shoulders.
"Very well," she said, "I understand you. Roderick, he wishes me to
tell you that he had the money with him because he intended to run
away with me, that evening, and that he came very near to doing so. He
wants me to tell you that he was a brute, and everything bad and mean
and low and--there! I hope you are satisfied, Richard."
The eyes slowly closed and opened again.
"Richard had a large sum with him. I, also, had a considerable amount
with me. I had had some thought of running away from all of you, and
had prepared myself for such an emergency. Well, when I knew what
Richard wanted, I took command of things. I did not consult him at
all, but went directly ahead, in my own way. I always did that, you
know, Roderick. I engaged a private car and a special train to bring
us here; engaged them in the name of--in the assumed name, you know.
One week from the day we entered the sanatorium, we left it again,
went aboard the special train, and came here. Patrick came with us. He
refused to leave.
"Oh, yes; I am forgetting something. You needn't wink so hard,
Richard. I shall tell all of it. Richard protested with his eyes
against my accompanying him. I do believe that he never once stopped
blinking them, all the way out here. He would have said horrid things
to me, if he could have spoken. I think that I was sometimes really
glad he could not do so, fearing what he might have said. But nobody
else could understand him; I could, and did. He was utterly helpless,
and it was my fault that he was so. Yes, it was, and is, Richard, so
stop protesting. I bribed the doctor at the sanatorium, to say nothing
at all about us, and above all to keep every bit of information away
from Mr. Radnor. Then, we came here.
"At first, it did not occur to me that I should remain, but, when I
understood how entirely dependent Richard was upon me, I had to stay.
Think of what he had been, Roderick, and of the condition to which I
had brought him! It seemed a very little thing for me to do, to stay
here and be his wife--Yes, that is what I decided to do; only, he
would not let me. Just think of it! I have begged and pleaded with him
to marry me, and he has refused."
Again, the eyes began a violent winking, and Patricia, smilingly,
said:
"Oh, yes. He wants me to tell you that he has begged and pleaded, just
as hard, for me to return to New York, and leave him here, helpless
and alone, and that I have been just as contrary about this, as he was
about the other. There! Can you imagine our quarreling, Roderick?
Well, just before you appeared here, this evening, we had been having
a violent quarrel. I was really angry at Richard, when I went out upon
the veranda--and met you. He had ordered me out of the house. He had
said, as plainly as he could look it, that he didn't want me here;
that I was only a trouble to him; that I made him unhappy by
remaining; that he would be much better in every way if I were gone.
He ... he made me understand that my ... my good name was in question;
that I would be talked about. I confess that I had never thought of it
in that light, before. I asked him again to marry me, and let me
remain; but he refused. Then, I left him, in a huff, declaring that he
couldn't drive me away. And then"--she turned directly toward Roderick
this time, and held out both her hands--"I almost ran into your arms,
Roderick."
"Do it now, Patricia," he replied, taking her hands, and drawing her
closer.
"I can't. You are much too near to me. But--"
She did not finish what she was about to say; and Roderick held her
tightly in his embrace for just one glorious moment, while the eyes of
the stricken man glowed upon them with unspeakable joy in their living
depths.
Patricia drew slowly and reluctantly away from Roderick's embrace, and
once more got upon her knees beside the couch.
"You were right, Richard, after all," she said. "I think it would have
killed me if I had found Roderick again, after I was the wife of
another. You were right, dear one. You have always been right. But
everything is made clear, now. Roderick is here. He loves me. You are
pleased that he is here, and that he does love me, and my cup of
happiness is filled to the brim. Speak to him, Roderick."
"Dick Morton, I think you are the bravest man I ever knew," said
Roderick, stepping forward and permitting his hand to rest for a
moment upon Morton's forehead. "I want you to be my friend, as long as
you live, and I want Patricia to continue to care for you, just as
long as you need her. We will go back East in a day or so, and you
shall go with us."
The eyes winked a vehement negative, but Roderick continued:
"Oh, you'll think differently about it, after a bit of thought. In
the meantime, how would it suit you to have a wedding, right here, in
your room, before your eyes? Eh? He says 'Yes' to that, Patricia."
It was twenty-four hours later. Patricia and Roderick Duncan had just
been united in marriage by the Reverend Dr. Moreley, and had turned
about on the platform which projected from the front of the veranda to
receive the congratulations of their witnesses, who were made up of
the entire outfit of Three-Star ranch. The couch of the invalid was
beside them, a cheer was still ringing in the air, when two
dust-covered horsemen rode upon the scene.
They came to a sudden halt when it was discovered what they had
intruded upon, but Burke Radnor, never at a loss for words, jumped
from the saddle and came swiftly forward. The bride saw him,
recognized him instantly, and smiled. Then, she beckoned to him.
"Come up here, Mr. Radnor," she called. "You were very good to me when
I needed a friend, and I want to thank you for your silence, since
then." Radnor flushed. "Please shake hands with my husband, and
remember that I want both of you to forget your old differences. There
shall be nothing but happiness here, now. And this is our dear friend,
Mr. Richard Morton. He cannot shake hands with you, but he can look
his pleasure at greeting you."
"How are you, Radnor?" said Roderick. "I think, we'd better follow
Mrs. Duncan's advice, and be friends; eh? I think I know why you came,
and now I'll see to it that you have a good story to wire to your
paper, to-night. It will beat the one you hoped to get, all hollow.
I'll get you to one side and alone, presently, and tell you all about
it. Listen to those cowpunchers cheer, will you! But, I'll tell you
what, it isn't a patch on the cheer that is in my heart."
"You have won the first woman in the land, Duncan," said Radnor,
shaking hands heartily.
"The first woman? No, the last. It takes the last woman to do things,
Radnor."
"And the best; eh?"
"Both, old chap."
THE END
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Transcriber's note:
Minor inconsistencies in spellings have been corrected;
the original spelling has been retained.
page 303: In the sentence: "The fact of our marriage will
be published broadcast at once, and even his suspicions
will be stilled." The word "and" has been added after
"published."
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