SIDNEY SPEAKS OUT
After that interview with Frisco, Dr. Jim took Stephen straight off to
Saxham. There was nothing left for him to do in Town. Frisco was in
prison and safe enough. Joyce shut himself up in his flat, and would
not even reply to the note Herrick wrote him. Belcher--for obvious
reasons had not called at the Guelph Hotel,--and with his partner was
keeping out of the doctor's way. Jim saw Frith for a brief few
minutes, instructed him to see after the defence of Frisco, and then
drove to Paddington where Marsh-Carr awaited him. By favour of the
guard and five shillings they secured a smoking carriage to
themselves. When the train was fairly out of the town, and whizzed
through a desolate winter country, Dr. Herrick looked at Stephen.
"What do you think of it all?" he asked lighting his pipe.
"This story of Frisco's?"
"Yes. It's a living truth. I can see by your face that you wish to
believe the man a liar. He is, but not in this instance. What he says
is absolutely true. I saw his eyes when he spoke. The tongue may lie,
but a man's eyes--" Jim shook his head.
"But it can't be true," cried Stephen looking white and worried, "good
heaven's Jim, if Sidney really shot Carr, think of the disgrace to Ida
and Bess. Ourselves! I don't mind that. But these poor girls."
"Well," said Jim after a pause, "you see it's not so bad as it might
be. I am sure you must know of the estimation Sidney is held in, round
about Saxham. If it comes out that he shot the Colonel, no one will
express any surprise. It's no slur on the girls, Steve. Sidney is
looked upon as something beyond the pale of humanity."
"What will they do with him?" asked Stephen anxiously.
"If he really did commit the crime, he will be placed in an asylum.
The boy is too queer to be judged by ordinary standards. Frisco
cleared out although he knew Sidney had killed Carr, because he
thought no one would believe the boy had done it. The suspicion
certainly would have rested on Frisco. He would have been wiser to
have given himself up. But for the reasons I told you of--the same
reasons that kept him quiet under the Colonel's unjust appropriation
of his property---Frisco preferred to cut. He is wiser, now that he
has had time to reflect over the matter. His devilries in the Americas
were done under other names, and as Joyce he will not be wanted in San
Francisco. I daresay if he had not been caught he would have given
himself up in the long run. It was the Don he was afraid of. Now the
Don is away, Frisco is convinced he will be set free."
"He must stand his trial?"
"Certainly. I have told Frith to see after him. But his defence will
be that Sidney killed the man. There is no way of averting that. The
question in my mind," said Herrick looking at Marsh-Carr "is, whether
the boy really did do so."
"Have you any doubt on the subject?" asked Stephen eagerly. "I have a
great many doubts," replied Jim dryly, "and until the person who
really murdered Carr confesses, I shall continue to doubt. You see
Steve, ever since I took up this matter I have been following up false
trails. Every person I have stumbled upon, and to whose guilt the
evidence at the time procurable, pointed, has laid the blame on some
one else, who in turn has passed on the guilt to another party. I
suspected Joyce. He accused Santiago. The Don said Pentland Corn was
guilty. Corn declared that Mrs. Marsh had fired the shot. Now we know
from accurate evidence that all these persons are innocent. Frisco was
suspected from the very first. He is caught and swears--truly enough
according to his own belief, that the boy murdered the Colonel. How do
I know but what Sidney may be able to prove his innocence, and accuse
someone else. The chain may go on endlessly so far as I can see."
"I understand the difficulty," replied Stephen wearily, "but I cannot
for the life of me see why Sidney should kill the man."
"There comes in the queer character of the boy," said Herrick "he
detested the Colonel--said he was a bad man. He might have got into
his head in some way or another that such a man was better out of the
world. If so, he would make no more account of killing Carr than he
would of putting a fly out of existence. Indeed he would rather spare
the fly, for I have noticed that he is tender to all that breathes."
"But would he keep quiet over the matter?"
"I think so. Sidney was never the boy to talk. Then there is the
pistol Stephen. That is an old-fashioned weapon that a boy might buy
in Beorminster for a few pence, or he might have found it in the
lumber room of the Grange--there are many of these ancient firearms to
be found in the houses of old families. If Sidney dropped across such
a weapon he might have then concluded to kill Carr. You see, from the
account of Frisco, that he came down the Tower stairs and said, quite
calmly, that the Colonel was dead. He may just as calmly admit to me
or to you that he killed the man."
"Mad! Mad!" groaned Marsh-Carr, "he must be mad."
"No. That does not follow. The boy is strange. There are things about
him which I cannot explain. So far as I can see Sidney does not come
within the range of science. That foretelling of your mother's death,
and his extraordinary statement that you were in danger, puzzled me
beyond words. I must believe, because I am convinced by the evidence
of my own senses. All the same I cannot explain or understand. There
are laws of Nature with which we are unacquainted. I believe that this
boy comes under some unknown laws. You cannot account for the actions
of such a person. The boy would do things which we should call wrong,
yet he would see no harm in doing them. If he is guilty, he will be
put away in an asylum. At the same time I am sure he is perfectly
sane."
"I am puzzled myself about him," admitted Stephen, "and he is a most
uncomfortable boy to have about one. Still I have always found him
upright and honourable. I have never known him to tell a lie. But he
must know all about this case and how Frisco has been accused."
"I'm not so sure of that. Sidney lives with his head in the clouds. He
perhaps has heard that Frisco has been accused, but, as the man does
not now come across his path, he never thinks of any possible danger
to him. Again Stephen, that silver bullet is queer."
"How do you mean queer?"
"Well you know the mediæval superstition that a warlock can be killed
only by a silver bullet. A thing of that sort, is exactly what would
appeal to the dreamy nature of Sidney. He is something of a mystic
himself remember. He might have taken it into his head, that Carr was
a warlock who had dealings with the devil"--
"I am sure he would have every reason to think so," said Marsh-Carr,
"if any man was hand in glove with Satan, my uncle was that man."
"You see what you say yourself. Then Sidney thinking in a less sane
fashion on the same subject might have considered it his duty to
deliver the world from such a wizard. He would certainly then use a
silver bullet, thinking (according to the mediæval superstition) that
the man could not be killed by ordinary lead."
"It's all theory," said Stephen gloomily, "and fantastic at that."
"As you say--all theory and fantastic," admitted Herrick, "but you
must remember that we are dealing with a fantastic nature. But we must
see this boy and question him when we get home."
"He will deny everything."
"On the contrary if I know anything of the boy, he will calmly admit
what he has done."
"You will not tell Bess or Ida?"
"That would be unwise. We must be certain of Sidney first. We shall
say nothing to-night, but get Sidney to come over to 'The Pines' on
the morrow and ask him frankly if he killed Carr."
"Bess is sure to ask you about Frisco," said Stephen.
"Oh, I can baffle her curiosity," replied Herrick. "I shall tell her
nothing about my visit to the man. All about his arrest she can know."
"I think it will be better to hold our tongues altogether Jim. Ida is
getting worried by this incessant mystery, although she knows very
little."
"I'm sure I don't wonder. I'm worried myself. However, we must learn
what we can from Sidney. I hope to Heaven the lad is innocent, but if
he is not, I don't look upon him in the light of an ordinary criminal.
He is a freak of nature. Were I put into the witness-box I could not
say on my oath that he is mad."
"Let us drop the subject," said Stephen who looked haggard, "I am
getting nervous and anxious."
Jim acquiesced in this sensible view and the two betook themselves to
the magazines and newspapers. Until they arrived at Beorminster, they
said little to one another, and even then were--for them--taciturn. A
groom and cart awaited them, and they drove to Saxham in silence. It
did not do to talk of Sidney with a servant at their elbows. But
curiously enough the groom had news for Stephen, which brought in the
name of Sidney.
"Please sir, that Italian woman----"
"What's the matter with her?" asked Herrick who was driving.
"She is very ill sir, and it is said she will die."
"Die!" echoed Stephen in surprise.
"She was not bad enough for that when I saw her last. What do you
think Herrick?"
"She looked very sick certainly, but so far as I can judge was in no
immediate danger of death. Who says this Parry?"
The groom sunk his voice to a whisper, and seemed nervous, "Master
Sidney," he said.
Both men looked round at this. Then at each other. Herrick was the
first to break the silence. "When did Master Sidney say that Parry?"
"Yesterday sir. Mr. Napper, he met him in Beorminster in the Cathedral
Square about four o'clock. He asked him joking-like where he was
going. Master Sidney said, just as quiet as he does speak sir, that he
was going to see the Italian woman die. Napper was that taken aback
you could have knocked him down with a feather sir. Then Master Sidney
said she would die in two days, which I take to mean sir, that she'll
go off to-morrow. And I'm sure she will sir," added Parry with
conviction.
"Is this story known Parry?" asked his master rather vexed.
"No sir. Napper went at once to see Miss Endicotte when he came back
to Saxham. She asked him to say nothing about it, but he had already
told Phelps the gardener sir. Then Phelps told us all sir, but we have
said nothing outside about it."
"See you don't then," said Stephen sharply, "the first of my servants
who says a word will be discharged, mind that Parry."
The groom touched his hat and relapsed into silence. "Where is Master
Sidney now Parry?" asked Herrick after a pause.
"At the house in Beorminster sir. He has been there all night. Miss
Endicotte went over, but she could not get him away. He says he must
stay there until the Italian woman dies sir."
"Humph! You need say no more Parry," and the doctor drove on in
silence. But Marsh-Carr knew from the way he urged the mare, how
perturbed he was over this information. Stephen was upset himself.
There was something disquieting about everything in connection with
Sidney.
After dinner at "The Pines," Herrick made Stephen lie down, as he was
yet far from strong, and walked across to Biffstead. Here he saw the
two girls and Frank, who were very much troubled by this latest freak
of their brother.
"I don't know what to do with him," said Frank, "I went over and
insisted he should come home. I took him by the shoulder to force him
out of the house, but he got in such a passion that I thought he would
have a fit. So I left him until you came back."
"You go over and get him away Jim," implored Ida, "you have more
influence over him than anyone else. I have gone and Bess also, but he
will not come. We can't carry him back by main force and make a
scandal."
"I'll go," said Herrick, "but I did not know that I had any influence
with him. He is a lad one can do nothing with. How does the old woman
take his telling her she is about to die."
"She is quite calm. Evidently she thinks Sidney is a kind of prophet.
He is telling her not to be afraid and talking the queerest things to
her. I am sure Sidney is mad," sobbed Ida, "he will be shut up in an
asylum someday."
Herrick said nothing. The poor girl little knew how truly she spoke.
If Sidney had indeed killed Carr, he would certainly be shut up.
Considering his extraordinary character, perhaps this would be all the
better for his friends and relatives, if not for himself. "I will go
over in the morning," said Herrick on reflection, "he may be more
reasonable in the morning. I am beginning to understand him a little."
"I'm sure I don't," said Ida, and Frank echoed her opinion. This was
natural enough. No man is a hero to his relatives.
All this time Bess said nothing. While Jim was away, she had worried
much over her brother's freak, but now that the doctor had returned
she was satisfied that all would be well. Herrick exercised over Bess,
the same influence he did over most people he came into contact with.
Stephen and the girls, were both more than ordinarily intelligent, but
they deferred to Jim in a most remarkable manner. If any one could
manage Sidney, Bess felt that Herrick was the man. Jim was not so
certain himself. The boy had never come under his influence, and in
his own calm way held his own against everyone.
"What about Frisco?" asked Bess who had followed Herrick down the
avenue, "has he really been arrested?"
Dr. Jim nodded. "Santiago betrayed him to some private Inquiry Agents
I employed," he said, "a mean shabby piece of work Bess. Joyce put it
down to me. I assured him that I had nothing to do with the matter,
but he refused to believe me."
"He is so mean himself, that he cannot believe any good of other
people," said Bess scornfully, "what is to be done now about Frisco?"
"I am thinking," replied her lover evasively, "when I have come to a
conclusion I'll tell you Bess. But I fancy the end is in sight."
"I hope so," sighed the girl. "I am so tired of this anxiety."
"Shortly you will have no more, dear," and Jim took her in his arms to
kiss her good-bye, "the night is dark, but the dawn is breaking."
Next morning Dr. Herrick walked over to Beorminster. He left Stephen
at home although the Squire wanted to come also. "No," said Jim, "it
is best for me to speak to the boy alone, I'll get more out of him."
And Stephen recognised that this was the more sensible course.
It was eleven o'clock when Herrick rapped at the door of the
Beorminster house. It was opened by Sidney, who looked calm and
complacent as usual. "I heard you had come back Dr. Jim," he said.
"Did your prophetic instinct tell you that?" asked Herrick testily.
The boy was so difficult to understand that he could not help feeling
annoyed. A' man over thirty does not like treating a lad of sixteen as
his equal. Yet Sidney somehow compelled that respect.
"No," replied he sweetly. "I am very stupid about some things. When a
thought comes to me, it comes. I cannot call it."
"Then the thought came to you that Petronella would die?"
"She will die Dr. Jim. Two days ago I felt that she would die. So I
came over to see her. She was afraid of death, till I talked to her.
Now she is quite peaceful. She does not fear."
"Are you afraid of death Sidney?"
"Why should I be? I know."
"You know what?"
"That there is nothing to be afraid of." The boy spoke quite serenely
and without any suggestion of pose. He had conducted Herrick to the
dining-room and the two were seated opposite one another. On the table
were the remains of Sidney's breakfast,--a glass of milk, some fruit
and a loaf of bread. "I had to get these myself," he said, "Petronella
is in bed in Mrs. Marsh's room. She is very ill."
"I knew she was ill some time ago," replied Herrick trying to assert
himself, "but I think I can cure her."
"She will not live," said Sidney, staring in the most unwinking manner
at Dr. Jim. "She will die before sunset. I know."
"Can you explain how you do know?" asked the doctor roughly.
This time it was the boy who was puzzled, "I can't," he said. "I feel
that Petronella will die. I can say no more than that."
Herrick groaned. It was useless to try and understand this
extraordinary lad. Evidently he did not understand himself. Yet his
former prophecies had come to pass so absolutely, that Dr. Jim could
not help thinking that this last would come true also. However, this
was not the business about which he had come. "Sidney," he said after
a pause, "do you know that Frisco, who used to be with Colonel Carr,
has been arrested?"
"I heard Bess say so."
"What do you think of it?"
"I never thought of it at all. He is in no danger, Dr. Jim. It was not
Frisco who killed Colonel Carr."
"How do you know that?" asked Herrick startled. Was the boy about to
confess that he was guilty.
"I was in the house just after Colonel Carr was killed."
"Oh! Then you did not shoot him yourself?" Sidney frowned, but
appeared very little disturbed.
"Why should I have killed him?" he said calmly. "Colonel Carr was a
wicked man. I told him he would die by violence some day. But he only
laughed at me. He thought I was mad or a fool. You do also, Dr. Jim."
"I don't know what to think," said Jim angrily; "I never met anyone
like you before, Sidney. If I had not some knowledge that the things
you say come true I should think you were pretending. A boy like you
ought to be whipped."
"That is what the Colonel said," replied Sidney quietly. "But tell me,
Dr. Jim, did you really think I had killed him?"
"I did not. But Frisco says you did."
"If he believed that, he would not have run away," said Sidney
shrewdly.
"Well come to the point. Who murdered the Colonel?"
"Petronella," said Sidney.
Herrick rose up with a look of surprise. Astonished as he was he could
hardly help laughing. This statement bore out his speech to Stephen.
He had said that Sidney would accuse someone else. Now it only
remained for Petronella to shift the blame on to the shoulders of a
third party. "I do not believe that," said Herrick, "why should
Petronella kill Carr?"
"You had better come up and hear what she has to say Dr. Jim."
"In a moment. But tell me how you know--through your instinct?"
Sidney shook his head. "No. That feeling only comes at times," he
said. "I do not pretend to know everything. I said so before. I don't
know why you should look on me as queer Dr. Jim," he continued
plaintively, "it is not my fault if things come into my head. When
they do, I sometimes tell people, but not always. I don't like being
laughed at."
"You're a queer fish," muttered Dr. Jim, annoyed by this human problem
he could not understand. "I should like you to be examined by a
committee of doctors."
"They would not understand Dr. Jim, and I can't explain. But you want
to hear how I knew. Well on the night Colonel Carr was killed I went
to the Pine wood after seven o'clock."
"Had you any premonition that he would be murdered?"
"No. I had no feeling of any kind. I was in the wood for some time. At
half past seven I felt hungry, but I did not want to go to Biffstead
as I knew Ida would try and keep me in. It was raining, but I did not
mind that. I like the open air where I can breathe. A house makes me
choke."
"I understand. Go on."
"As I was hungry I thought I would go and get something from Colonel
Carr. I sometimes went to see him, though I did not like him. He was
always kind to me, although I think he was afraid. Well I went into
the house just before eight."
"You said half past seven just now."
"I did not go in at once," said the boy, with a gesture of irritation;
"do not interrupt me, Dr. Jim. I went to the dining-room and found the
dinner on the table, but the Colonel was not there. I took a piece of
bread and some water. While I was eating I heard a shot. I wondered
what it was."
"You did not feel that murder was been committed?"
"No. Why should I have felt? I Just wondered what the shot might be.
After a bit I went out into the hall to see if the Colonel had come
in. I thought he might be out. I saw Petronella run through the hall
and out into the night. I wondered what she was doing there, and
followed her, but I lost her as she went through the woods. Then I
walked about for a time, up till nine. I thought again about the shot
and went back to the house. I went up the tower and saw Colonel Carr
lying dead, so I knew Petronella had killed him. I came down the----"
"How was it you did not meet Frisco, who had gone up to see the
Colonel?"
"I heard someone coming and went into a lower room. I thought it might
be Petronella coming back. I saw it was Frisco and saw him come down
again. Then I came and said to him 'He is quite dead,' and went out.
After that I went on the moor. Then some time afterwards I heard three
more shots. I saw Bess and her lantern and went home."
"Why did you say nothing of all this before?" asked Herrick. "There
was no reason. If Frisco had been caught before, I should have told
you. But he had got away, and I did not think it was right to tell
about Petronella. Colonel Carr was a wicked man, and he deserved to be
killed. He did a lot of harm," said Sidney, with a shudder.
"How comes it you tell me now, Sidney?"
"Because Bess told me Frisco had been arrested. He is wicked too, but
I did not want him to be hanged for shooting Carr, as I knew that he
was innocent. I came over to see Petronella, for I had a feeling that
she would die, and I wanted to know from herself before she died if
she was guilty. She denied it at first, but I said I would not go away
until she told me all. That was why I stayed all night. She tried to
run away. I said I would tell the police."
"That was unlike you Sidney."
"No, it wasn't," replied the boy positively, "I knew that Petronella
was the one who shot Carr. If she did not confess, Frisco would be
hanged--"
"You never thought you might be accused?"
"No. I did not do it," replied Sidney calmly, "why should I be
accused?"
Herrick sighed impatiently. The boy could not, or would not,
understand, "I suppose then Petronella confessed in the end."
"Yes. I made her write it down that she killed Carr. It is in Italian
but I do not know the language. You must see that it is all right Dr.
Jim. I did that because I thought she might die before you arrived.
But now that you are here, come up and see her. I will go for
Inspector Bridge."
Dr. Jim was aghast. Here was Sidney in a new character. "Why for
Bridge?"
"He must hear her confession," said Sidney putting on his hat.
"Perhaps she has written down something different in the Italian. I
will give you the paper when I come back. But I must go for Bridge,"
and Sidney, before Herrick could say a word, was out of the room. Dr.
Jim heard the front door close behind the boy.
"There is not much insanity about this act," muttered Herrick to
himself, I shall see Petronella at once, he smiled grimly, "I wonder
who she will accuse," he said.