IV.

Wherefore had she died?

This question henceforth puzzled the whole town completely. In the

streets--at the tea-table, on the alehouse benches--it was the one

topic for discussion. People indulged in the most out-of-the-way

surmises, the most hazardous conjectures were put forward, and still no

one was one whit the wiser. Some spoke of an unhappy, others of an

over-happy love affair, and others again declared that they had always

predicted that she would not come to a good end.

During her life-time already, her proud, taciturn, reserved nature had

been a riddle to the good homely townfolk; now her death was a still

greater riddle to them.

Meanwhile it had got about that the physician had been the first to

receive news of the suicide, and the only one to whom she herself had

confided her intention. People crowded up to him; they almost stormed

his house; but he persisted in his silence. With all the bluffness of

which he was so particularly capable, he sent the importunate

questioners about their business. Olga's letter he had on the very

same day committed to the flames, for he feared that a court of law

might require it of him. As for the rest, the cause of death was so

evident that even a post-mortem examination could be dispensed with.

As might have been expected, the dead girl had not succeeded in

absolutely removing every trace of her deed. In the glass standing on

her night-table were found, adhering to its sides, drops of a fluid

whose flavour proved, even to a non-expert, that here a solution of

morphia was in question. The chain of evidence became complete when in

the garden, embedded under some hawthorn bushes, were found fragments

of glass bottles, to the necks of which a portion of the poisonous

solution still adhered in white crystallised streaks. They had

evidently been thrown out of the window, and still bore labels giving

the date of the prescription and directions for taking.

As matters stood, it would have been simple madness on the doctor's

part if he had dared to attempt to hush up the suicidal intention; for

even carelessness in taking the sleeping draught was quite out of the

question.

Nevertheless, he was tormented by the idea that he had been unable to

carry out the dying girl's last request, and he faithfully promised

himself that he would all the more truly at least keep the secret which

she had wrapped round her motives for the unhappy deed.

If only he himself could see his way clear at last! The days passed by,

however, and still he could not succeed in taking possession of the

legacy which Olga had left to him.

Mrs. Hellinger, senior, mistrusted him; she told him openly to his face

that he had always had some secret understanding with the dead girl,

and behind his back she added that if he had not prescribed such

unreasonably strong solutions of morphia, Olga would have been alive

and happy for a long time to come. She almost went so far as to ascribe

the blame of her niece's death to their old family friend.

At any rate she did not permit him henceforth to remain for one second

alone in the dead girl's room. She kept the door carefully locked, and

declared she would not suffer the dead girl's belongings, which to her

were sacred relics, to be defiled by the touch of strange hands, or by

strange glances.

Thus from hour to hour there was increasing danger that the book, in

which Olga had written down her confessions, might fall into the old

woman's hands.

She need only take it into her head one day to rummage among the little

collection of volumes which filled the book-shelf, and the mischief was

done.

Added to this anxiety, which drove the old doctor daily to the

Hellingers' house, came his growing uneasiness about Robert who, since

that disastrous hour, had fallen a prey to blank, despairing lethargy.

He seemed absolutely deprived of the power of speech, would endure no

one near him, and even taciturnly shunned and avoided him, his old

friend; by day he roamed about in the fields, by night he sat by his

child's cot, and stared down upon it with burning, reddened eyes.

So said the servants, who three times had found him in the morning in

this position.

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