THE SECOND MARRIAGE.
In his anxiety to prove his theory, Tod would then and there have
taken his friend and Arnold over to the Pixy's House. But Gerald, more
cool-headed than the impetuous Scotsman, pointed out that he had not
sufficient grounds upon which to accuse the widow.
"If you ask her to explain her movements on that night she will only
refuse to gratify your curiosity," said Haskins positively.
"The police could make her speak."
"The police could not arrest her without a warrant, and there is not,
to my mind, sufficient evidence to obtain a warrant. And certainly the
police cannot ask questions about anyone's private affairs until some
reason can be given to show why such questions should be asked."
"Those ladies said that they were at Bognor, when they really intended
to come to Devonshire," observed Arnold, who seemed to side entirely
with Macandrew.
"It is a woman's privilege to change her mind, Mr. Arnold. And I ask
you, what possible motive could Mrs. Crosbie have had to journey all
the way to Devonshire to commit an unnecessary murder."
"Unnecessary?" snorted Tod, displeased. "Seeing that the murder is
ascribed to Mavis, who may thus be shut up, to provide Rebb with an
income, I cannot see that it is unnecessary."
"Ah, but Mrs. Crosbie did not know that the Major's income depended
upon the seclusion of Mavis," said Haskins rapidly. "I did not tell
her, as there was no reason why I should. And I am quite certain that
Rebb himself would not explain. If Mrs. Crosbie had known that his
income was so uncertain she would have refused to marry him."
"Perhaps she will do so now," said Arnold hopefully.
"No! She has come down to see about the repairs to the Pixy's House,"
answered Gerald, "and Rebb loves her too well to let her go. I
believe, Tod, that Geary is the man who committed the murder."
"It sounds plausible enough," grumbled Macandrew, "and a case could
easily be built up against him. But the presence of Mrs. Crosbie on
the spot has to be explained."
Gerald rose and walked up and down the room, thinking. "I tell you
what, Tod," he said abruptly. "I am getting tired of poking about in
the dark. I believe, as you do, and Arnold does, that Mavis is
entirely innocent. Hitherto we have kept her in hiding, so as to prove
her innocence, since she may be arrested if she is discovered. Well
then, I think it would be best to let her be arrested."
Both Arnold and Macandrew jumped up wrathfully! "What?" they
exclaimed, and Tod continued: "What is the use of Charity's sacrifice
if you intend to hand over Mavis to the law?"
"Tod," said Gerald seriously, "as things stand now, we are not able to
force either Geary or Mrs. Crosbie or Rebb to speak. If Mavis is put
on her trial they can be called as witnesses, and then the truth may
come out. Also Mavis can be examined by two doctors--I shall insist
upon that--when her sanity will certainly he proved beyond all doubt.
If she is proved to be sane, then Rebb will find himself in Queer
Street and will be hard put to it to prove his innocence."
"We could have done all this in the first case," said Arnold
irritably.
"No," replied Haskins sharply, "for then we did not have the
evidence to hand that we have now. Rebb, Geary, and Mrs. Crosbie are
all implicated, and we may also be able to place Venosta in the
witness-box. But the proof that Mavis is responsible for her acts, and
has been shut up in the Pixy's House, while Rebb enjoyed her income,
will gain the sympathy of everyone, and will go far to show her
innocence. I shall support her throughout the case."
"She is Rebb's ward, and is under twenty-one," said Tod crossly; "so
the Major may not allow you to support her."
"I propose to take her out of the Major's keeping by making her my
wife forthwith," said Gerald coolly.
"But if you do, sir," cried Arnold, much upset, "Mavis will be
arrested. Indeed I doubt if you will find any clergyman who will marry
her to you, seeing that she is said to be a lunatic."
"That's all right," rejoined Haskins easily. "I have arranged that in
my own mind. There is an old college chum of my late father's who can
see both sides of the question, and I can trust him utterly. To-day I
am going to London to repeat your experience and get a special
license, Toddy. Our marriages are expensive matters, old boy, aren't
they?"
Tod grunted, and kicked the carpet. "When you are married, what do you
intend to do?"
"I shall bring my wife down here within three days, and we shall all
go over to the Pixy's House. Mrs. Crosbie will not have left by that
time, as, from the quantity of luggage she brought, I fancy she
intends to remain for a week or so. Then we can confront her and Rebb,
and, if possible, Tod, I wish you to bring Geary on the scene. Thus
all the actors in this tragedy of real life--as Mrs. Pelham Odin would
call it--will be together, and we can bring about the fall of the
curtain."
"With Mrs. Gerald Haskins in gaol," said Arnold gloomily. "Mavis will
be arrested on Rebb's information, at once."
"That is highly probable. But whether Mavis appears early or late she
will have to stand her trial, seeing that she is accused. Also she
will have to be examined as to her sanity. But in both these ordeals,
I intend to be beside her as her husband." There was a pause. "Well?"
"It's a forlorn hope," said Macandrew, hesitating, "and risky.
Still----" He looked questioningly at Arnold.
The little man nodded sadly. "Things are so bad that they can scarcely
be worse," he remarked, "and certainly, as Mr. Haskins thinks, a
public trial would force the witnesses we want into court. Once in the
box, and closely examined, the truth might come to light. I think Mr.
Haskins should do as he says, but--it is a risk."
"Life is all risks," said Gerald cheerfully. "Well, I am going to pack
up and clear off to London. And you, Toddy?"
"I shall keep my eye on Geary, and, if possible, I shall see Mrs.
Crosbie, or her mother."
Gerald nodded, and, matters thus being arranged, he went up to London
that same afternoon, _en route_ for Southend, there to make Mavis his
wife. Tod and Arnold, left behind, remained at the Prince's Hotel, and
wandered about the country, even as far as Leegarth. They heard that
the London ladies were still with the Major, but did not catch a
glimpse of them. And even Tod, audacious as he was, shrank from going
to the Pixy's House and openly accusing the lively widow.
Tod took occasion to pay a special visit to the Devon Maid, and found
the hotel in charge of a rough man and his slatternly wife. It
appeared that since Mrs. Geary's disappearance her husband had taken
heavily to drink, and refused to attend to his business. His
uncivilized instincts had got the better of him, and he was running
wild in the neighborhood. Mrs. Geary, now with her mother in
Barnstaple, refused to return to him, or to surrender her children,
and Adonis talked loudly of forcing her stubborn will by law. But, as
yet, he had not done anything, perhaps because he was in danger of the
law himself. Tod learned as much from Inspector Morgan, whom he met in
the Silbury High Street on the third day after Gerald's departure in
search of a wife.
In the course of an idle conversation about this, that, and the other
thing--for Macandrew, during his holiday at the Devon Maid, had
learned to know Morgan intimately--the name of the negro was
mentioned, and the inspector uttered a grunt.
"He's a black scoundrel, that," he remarked.
"Why?" asked Tod, pricking up his ears. "I always understood that
Geary was a meritorious inhabitant of Denleigh. He certainly conducted
the Devon Maid well, as I stopped there myself. You know that?"
Morgan nodded. "Things have changed since you and Mr. Haskins were
there, sir," he said slowly. "It was Mrs. Geary who kept the inn
respectable, and a miserable life she had with that sooty blackguard.
But she got fed up with his brutality, and went back to her mother in
Barnstaple. Since then the inn has gone from bad to worse, and Geary
is drinking."
"I heard something of this," observed Tod. "Why don't you pull him
up?"
"I am going to," said Morgan grimly. "I have my eye on him. He is
nearly always drunk, and frightens children and insults women and
threatens men. Sooner or later he will be locked up. And the strength
the man has! Why, do you know, Mr. Macandrew, that he knocked down the
river wall of the Pixy's House--that portion overhanging the pool. I
wanted to run him in for that, but Major Rebb will not prosecute, for
some reason."
"He has a sneaking regard for his old servant, I suppose," said Tod,
smiling. "But this wall, Morgan? How the dickens could one man knock
it down?"
"Oh, the wall has been in a shaky condition for years and years," said
the inspector. "It was only held together by the ivy--the bricks and
mortar were rotten."
"But even then----"
"A good strong push would have sent it over, and Geary gave it that
push. He was climbing over, I believe, as he wanted, mad with drink,
to get into the Pixy's House, and because of the ladies Major Rebb had
ordered the gates to be closed and locked. However, he found that the
wall leaned a trifle towards the cliff, and managed to knock it down.
The man has an immense strength naturally, and when drink is added to
that----" Morgan shrugged his big shoulders. "I have known drunken men
do some wonderful things in the way of superhuman strength," he
finished.
"I think Geary must have been superhuman to have pushed that wall
over, rotten as it was. If you remember, Mr. Haskins climbed it."
"I remember, and a good thing it was that it didn't fall and drop him
into the pool below. However, it's down now, and on that side the
grounds of the Pixy's House lie open to the world. By the way, how is
Mr. Haskins? Has he got over the death of that crazy girl?"
Tod laughed. "I don't think myself that she was crazy, Morgan, or that
she killed that wretched Italian woman. Nor do I believe that she is
dead," and he looked straightly at the officer's red face.
"Have you any reason to think she is alive, sir?"
"Her body has not been found," rejoined Tod evasively.
"What of that? Plenty of bodies are not found. But the girl was never
outside the Pixy's House before that time she fled after the murder.
Not knowing the lie of the country, it is more than probable that she
tumbled into some river, or water hole, and was drowned. If alive, she
certainly would have been caught by now. We have had constables all
over the place for weeks."
"Even now?"
"Well, no. The men have been withdrawn, as so long a time has elapsed
since the commission of the crime. We'll hear no more of the matter."
"Never prophesy until you know, Mr. Inspector."
"I do know," said Morgan positively. "I don't go about with my eyes
shut, Mr. Macandrew." And after saluting he stalked in a military way
down the street, leaving Tod to pursue his shopping--which Tod had
come out to do. Macandrew rather chuckled at the positive way in which
this official Dogberry, who could see no further than his nose,
asserted that the Pixy's House murder had been relegated to the past.
On the fourth day of Gerald's absence Tod received a letter from his
friend in the character of a bridegroom. Everything had gone well, as
the clergyman, on hearing the whole story, told in Haskins' persuasive
manner, had joined Mavis and his friend's son in holy matrimony. Now
Rebb had lost his income, as the conditions of the will had been
fulfilled, and in spite of all his precautions Mavis had come into her
own. Tod would have been less than human had he not reflected with
great glee that, the income being safe from Rebb's clutches, his wife,
as the twin sister of Mavis, would benefit to the extent of three
thousand a year. "And Lady Euphemia called me a fool," chuckled Tod
complacently. "What will she say when she knows that I have married an
heiress and will be able to get back a part of the family estate?"
In his letter, Gerald informed Macandrew with great pride that Mavis
had learned how to sign her name, and had produced a singularly fine
specimen of calligraphy. "The rest of my darling's education," wrote
the young man, "will be completed by me after all these troubles are
over, and we can spend a proper honeymoon."
Education, as a means of passing a honeymoon, did not commend itself
to Tod, and he made a grimace. Then he sat down and wrote a letter to
Amsterdam telling Charity to come over and repair to Mrs. Pelham
Odin's London flat, where he would join her later. He also gave her a
full account of all that had taken place, and detailed the story of
the Major, as to her birth, mentioning also the income which Mavis
intended to hand over, as soon as the mystery of the crime was solved.
When Tod posted this letter he took his way to Denleigh to see if he
could find Geary and arrange for him to appear at the Pixy's House. It
was necessary, as Gerald had explained, that all the actors in this
drama should come together for the clearing up all perplexities.
But Geary was not easy to be found. Afraid of the official warning
uttered by Morgan, he had taken to the hills, and although Tod roamed
all over the place he could not find the man. He returned to the
Prince's Head quite fatigued, and found a telegram from Gerald,
stating that he and his bride would be in Silbury by the midday train
next day. Macandrew communicated the joyful news to Arnold, who had
come back from a round of bookselling--for the gnome did not neglect
his business even in these anxious days--and the two had a merry
little dinner on that same night, prepared by Mrs. Jennings' own
hands. And the landlady's cooking, when she desired, was something to
be wondered at. Tod insisted on a bottle of champagne being sent for,
and the tutor and the lawyer drank long life and happiness to the
bride and bridegroom with all honors. "Although," said Tod, setting
down his glass, "we are not yet out of the wood."
An hour after dinner, and while Arnold was detailing his early
connection with Mavis, Mrs. Jennings came in, much flustered. "Oh,
sir," she said, "here's that horrid black landlord of the Devon Maid.
He asks to see you, sir. I wouldn't if I were you. He's always drunk,
and may be dangerous."
"Never mind, I am not afraid. Show him up," said Tod valiantly.
Mrs. Jennings shook her head but did as she was bidden, and in a few
minutes Mr. Adonis Geary, looking a wreck of his former stalwart self,
came into the room. However, he was perfectly sober, and very much
depressed. Wanderings on the hills did not agree with him, and he
looked as one of his ancestors might have looked when Cuban
bloodhounds were hunting flesh and blood in the days of slavery.
"You wish to see me, sah?" said Geary, after a casual glance at
Arnold.
"Yes, Mr. Geary," replied Tod, settling himself in his chair, "the
fact is that things are coming to a climax, and I want you to come to
the Pixy's House to-morrow afternoon, say at two o'clock, to state
what you know of Bellaria's murder."
"I doan't know noting, sah," said the negro doggedly.
"Mr. Haskins believes that you know everything," retorted Tod sharply,
"and, unless you want to get into trouble, it will be best for you to
speak out."
"I doan't know noting," said Geary again, and rolled his eyes
ferociously at the mention of Gerald's name, "and dere's noting can
hurt me. I hab sold de hotel, and nex' week I go to Jamaica."
"As a pensioner of Major Rebb's, I suppose?"
"Dat's my business, sah. Dis place no place for me, when my wife go
away wid my chill'n. Bellaria dead--dat mad gal dead--an'----"
"You are wrong in thinking that Miss Durham is dead, Mr. Geary," said
Tod, exploding his bombshell according to Gerald's written
instruction, "she is very much alive."
Geary staggered and turned his usual green. "She alive?"
"Yes, and married to Mr. Gerald Haskins. You can tell the Major that
if you like, Mr. Geary, and tell him also that we are all coming over
to-morrow to demand the six thousand a year which Major Rebb has held
for so long. I fear that your Jamaican pension is not very safe."
Geary stood dumfounded, clutching his breast. His dull brain could
scarcely grasp the significance of this speech. But he did grasp
the fact that Rebb was losing the money, and that he--Mr. Adonis
Geary--would not benefit. "I tell de Major," he faltered, wheeling.
"By all means," said Tod easily. "I sent for you to be my messenger.
Come, Geary, as Rebb loses the money, you had better come on our side
and tell us who murdered Bellaria."
The negro turned at the door and drew himself up. "No, sah," he
declared, with something of majesty, "I eat de Major's bread, and I no
betray de Major." After which speech he went out abruptly.
"Does that mean Rebb is guilty?" Tod asked Arnold.
"I always said that he was," rejoined the ex-tutor dryly, and later
the two retired to their several couches to ponder over the new
problem.
The bride and bridegroom duly arrived the next day. Tod was slightly
uneasy, since Geary had probably told the Major, and that gentleman
would undoubtedly, for his own safety, take steps to have Mrs. Haskins
arrested. However, Geary had probably not delivered the message that
Mavis was alive, for no officer of the law appeared to break the joy
of the meeting. Mavis looked slightly pale, but her courage was high,
and she evidently determined to go bravely through the ordeal. United
to her adored Prince Gerald, she was ready to face anyone and anything
by his side.
After greetings and explanations and a hurried meal the whole party
drove over to Leegarth in a landau for the momentous meeting. As the
carriage passed through the village Mavis kept her veil down, so she
was not recognized. The gates of the Pixy's House, marvelous to
relate, were open, and the carriage drove up to the house. Major Rebb
with two ladies was on the terrace. Mavis alighted and raised her
veil.
"Great heavens!" cried Rebb, pale with terror. "Mavis Durham!"
"Mrs. Gerald Haskins," she replied proudly, "and I come for my money."