A CONFESSION
"Do you mean to say that Captain Garret murdered Moxton?" asked Ellis,
in amazement, looking from the confession to Schwartz. In his
excitement he had reverted to English.
"Hush! hush!" replied Schwartz, with an apprehensive look round.
"Speak in my language, doctor. Yes, Garret is the criminal. I have
known it for some time, ever since I found the pocket-book, and
yesterday, on seeing in what a very dangerous position I was placed, I
insisted that he should write out a confession of the truth. There it
is, doctor; and a great deal of money it has cost me."
"And Garret. Where is Garret?"
"On the Continent by this time. He left Victoria by the club train
last night. I have seen the last of him," said Schwartz, with a sigh,
"and I am glad of it."
"But Hilda?"
"Ach, poor girl! She thinks that her father has gone away for
pleasure. I dare not tell her the truth; but in time I may do so, and
then she will be content to stay with old Papa Schwartz who loves
her."
"It is most extraordinary," murmured Ellis, turning over the leaves of
foolscap. "I suspected many people, yourself included, but I never
thought for a moment that Garret was guilty. How did it come about?"
"To tell you that, doctor, I must relate a little of my own history,"
said Schwartz, reaching for the cigar-box. "First I will tell you
about myself and Garret, and then you can read what he says of the
crime in that paper. Will you not take a cigar?"
"Thank you," said Ellis, and accepted this attention.
Now that he knew Schwartz was innocent he had no objection to being
friendly with him; indeed, he was pleased to think that the German was
guiltless, as he ever thought the man a decent fellow in many ways.
They began to smoke, and Schwartz, still speaking in German in case of
eavesdropping, related such portions of his early history as dealt
with Captain Garret and his daughter.
"Ten years ago I met with Garret near Monte Carlo," said Schwartz.
"His wife had died, and he wandered about with little Hilda, then only
six years old. Garret had started life as an officer in your army with
money and a well-known name, for that which he bears now is not his
true name. He married an heiress and for years was comfortably
settled. Unfortunately, he took to gambling and lost everything.
Having been discovered cheating at cards he was dismissed from your
army. Then his wife died, and his house was sold up to pay his debts.
He took the child and escaped to the Continent. But his love of
gambling still clung to him. He took up his quarters in a cheap
boarding-house in Monaco, and haunted the tables. The child Hilda,
blind and helpless, was left to a careless nurse. I was hard up myself
then, doctor, and also lived in that boarding-house. I saw Hilda, and
my heart melted. She was a dear little child, and became fond of me,
so that, in time, I came to look upon her as my own daughter."
"You are a good fellow, Schwartz."
"Ach, no, my friend, I am as bad as most people. But I never married,
I was a lonely man with much sentiment and emotion. Hilda loved me,
she warmed my heart. I saw that she was neglected by her father, and I
determined to look after her, poor dear, to make her happy."
"I think you have succeeded."
"I think so too. Yet she loves her father better than me. He was never
kind to her, save in a careless way. It is always so. Hilda thinks
Garret the best of men, and I have not the heart to tell her how
worthless he is. Believe me, my friend, I was never blind to Garret's
badness. What I did for him, I did for the little Hilda's sake. Garret
met me at the boarding-house and told me his history. I offered to
give him money if he would let me adopt Hilda, but seeing that my
heart was touched he cunningly refused. I could not part with the
child, so I had to take the burden of Garret's life on my shoulders. I
said that I would help him and look after him if he was kind to little
Hilda. He consented, and we have been together ever since."
"Did Garret ever make any money?"
"No, he was always idle and wasted everything. Sometimes he won money
and spent it on himself; but I had to keep both him and Hilda. It was
for her sake that I did so, for otherwise Garret would have taken her
away from me; and that," added Schwartz, with emotion, "would have
broken my heart."
"Why did you not tell Hilda all this?"
"Why should I have done so?" replied the good German, with great
simplicity. "It would have broken the child's heart. It would spoil
her life did I tell her now. Poor Hilda! She has enough to bear
without my making her wretched. It is my wish that she should be
happy. She is the dearest thing on earth to me. Without that lovely
child I should die."
"I am glad you have some comfort and reward," said Ellis, touched by
this speech. "So Garret, through Hilda, has lived on your money all
these years?"
"Yes. Oh, I was quite willing so long as he left me the child. I need
not tell you all the troubles I have had these many years, doctor. I
made money, I lost money. I was poor one year, rich another; but all
through my fortunes Hilda has been with me--Garret also. Three years
ago I came to London, and after several failures I started the
Merryman Music-Hall. It has been a success, and now I am rich. I have
settled much money on Hilda, also this cottage. Even if I die she will
be well off."
"If you died, her father would return and rob her."
"I often dreaded that, but now my fears are at rest. While this
confession remains with you, doctor, I am not afraid. Garret admits
that he is a murderer, so for his own sake he will never return to
England. Now I have told you all I know about Garret, which brings us
up to the time of the murder. The rest you can read in those papers."
"I shall do so later," replied Ellis, glancing at the confession, and
putting it into his pocket. "But you might tell me the story in your
own way. What was the reason of the tragedy?"
"The forged bill you spoke of the other night."
"Who forged the bill?"
"Garret. I refused to give him any more money as he was squandering
all I had. He was acquainted with young Moxton, and knew how rich the
elder Moxton was. Edgar showed Garret a letter from his father, so
Garret forged the old man's signature on a bill. He accepted it
himself, and managed to get money on it. Of course, he thought that if
he were discovered I would buy back the bill at any price, so that he
would not be disgraced. He counted on my love for Hilda, you see."
"And how was the forgery discovered?"
"Old Moxton found it out just before he died. He passed the bill on to
Busham, as his lawyer, to take steps to arrest Garret. Busham did not
do anything at the moment. Then old Moxton died, and that same night
Busham brought the bill to Edgar at my music-hall."
"Ah! then in spite of his denial he met Edgar on that night?"
"Garret told me so," replied Schwartz. "I knew very little of Edgar
Moxton save that he was a bad man. Busham gave him the bill, for
Edgar, on hearing of his father's death, insisted upon having it."
"How did he know that the bill was in existence?"
"Busham told him about it, when Edgar inquired after the estates. He
did not care at all about his father's death. He wanted the money; and
although he was now rich he still wished for more. Janet Gordon had
told him how I looked after Garret on Hilda's account, and he knew, of
course, that the music-hall was my property. He then followed Garret
into my room where I was, and, showing him the bill, accused him of
the forgery. I saw him replace the bill in the red pocket-book and put
that in his pocket. Garret also saw in which pocket he placed it."
"What did Moxton want?"
"The music-hall. He had been drinking, and was also intoxicated by the
money that had come to him. He said that if I did not give him the
music-hall and make it over legally to him, he would have Garret
arrested."
"What did you do? How did you answer the scoundrel?" asked Ellis.
"I refused," replied Schwartz, with energy. "I had done much for
Garret, but even for Hilda's sake I could not beggar her and myself by
giving up my property. Garret insisted that I should save him at any
cost, but I said I could do nothing; and Moxton went away swearing
that he would have Garret arrested on the morrow."
"And Garret?"
"Finding that I would do nothing he rushed away distracted. What I now
tell you he told me afterwards. By accident he took my fur-lined coat
and put it on, leaving his own behind. Then he followed Edgar home in
the hope of robbing him of the bill while he was drunk. He saw
Zirknitz quarrel with Edgar on the Dukesfield platform and kept out of
the way. Then he followed Moxton when he left the station."
"Busham followed also?"
"Yes, but he did not let Garret see him. Busham wished to get back the
bill himself, as he wanted to keep all power in his own hands. That
was why he followed Edgar from the music-hall. On seeing Garret, he
wondered what he was after, and watched."
"Oh," said Ellis, "so this was what Busham did? His talk with the
policeman and pursuit of Mrs. Moxton to Pimlico was all lies."
"I don't know about those things, doctor. Garret followed Edgar to the
gate of Myrtle Villa, when he saw the door open, and Mrs. Moxton rush
out with a carving-knife. Moxton began to struggle with her at the
gate. She held the knife over him--I don't know why."
"She did not wish to hurt him. Go on."
"Garret saw the knife flash in the moonlight, so he ran along, and
seizing it, stabbed Moxton in the back. He fell with a cry and Mrs.
Moxton under him. Garret ran away, but returned to find Edgar dead,
and Mrs. Moxton in a faint."
"That must have been the time when Edgar wrote the blood-signs."
"Yes, no doubt. Well, Garret searched for the pocket-book and found
it. He threw the knife beside the corpse, thinking it would be said
that Mrs. Moxton had killed her husband. Then, hearing footsteps
approaching, he went away quickly."
"That must have been Miss Gordon. She returned for her purse, and on
finding what had happened, remained to shield her sister. Brave
woman!"
"Ach! my friend, that is so. Janet is both brave and good. But to
continue, Garret went into a quiet part of Dukesfield and took the
bill out of the pocket-book. As he was burning it--for he destroyed it
at once by setting light to it with a match--Busham came up and
accused him of the murder."
"Did Busham see it committed?"
"He did. He followed Garret, and, hidden in the shade, saw him stab
Moxton. But he promised to hold his tongue about it, provided he got
Moxton's money. Garret was relieved by this promise, and putting the
pocket-book into the pocket of my coat, which he wore, he returned to
Goethe Cottage."
"To confess his crime?"
"No, he said nothing; and even though I heard of Edgar's death, I did
not think that Garrett had killed him. But when I put on my coat one
evening I found the pocket-book, and recognised it as Edgar's. I then
accused Garret of the murder, and he told me all I have told you. I
held my tongue, for Hilda's sake, and as Busham was hoping to get the
money by accusing Mrs. Moxton of the crime, he was silent too. I
placed the pocket-book in my desk, where Janet found it. I should have
destroyed it, but I thought no one would open my desk. Hilda, by her
folly, has ruined her father, but I shall not make her heart ache by
telling her so."
"What did you say to Garret?"
"I told him that you had the pocket-book, and accused me of the crime.
I refused to suffer for his sake, and made him write out the
confession, which is witnessed by myself and two servants. But they do
not know the contents. I threatened to hand Garret over to the police
if he did not tell the truth, as I wished to save myself and Hilda.
Then I gave him some money, and told him to go away and never let me
see him again. He wanted to take Hilda, but I gave him the choice of
leaving her with me, or suffering for his crime. In the end, he went
away last night, and so that is all I can tell you."
"I think you are well rid of a bad lot, Herr Schwartz."
"I think so too," replied the German. "I never liked him; but for the
sake of Hilda I tolerated him. I will not tell her the truth; but as
Garret is away, and will remain away, I have no doubt I can explain
sufficient to reconcile her to his absence. So I have my Hilda to
myself at last, doctor, and thank God for that."