with a gasp, and after a quick look at Hartley, flushed, and drew back
in a state of great agitation and embarrassment. Evidently a suspicion
had just crossed the mind of this old and attached servant as to whom
the Yellow Domino might be.
"Well, well," cried the doctor, "go on; let us hear the rest."
"I--I have nothing more to say," mumbled the man, while Hartley, with an
equal display of embarrassment, motioned the discomfited servant to
withdraw, and turned as if to hide his face over some papers on the
table.
"I think the man in the yellow domino had better be found," quoth the
physician, dryly, glancing from Hartley to the departing form of the
servant, with a sharp look. "At all events it would be well enough for
us to know who he is."
"I don't see--" began Uncle Joe, but stopped as he perceived the face of
Hartley Benson slowly composing itself. Evidently he was as much
interested as myself in observing what this not-easily-to-be-understood
man would say and do in this sudden crisis.
We were not long left in doubt.
"Doctor," he began, in a slow, hesitating tone, well calculated to
produce the effect he desired, "we unfortunately already know who wore a
yellow domino this evening. My brother Joe----"
"Hush!" implored his uncle, laying a hand on his nephew's arm with a
quick look of distress not lost on the doctor.
"Brother?" repeated the latter. "Pardon me, I did not know----Ah, but I
do remember now to have heard that Mr. Benson had another son."
The face of Hartley grew graver and graver. "My brother has been
alienated from my father for some time, so you have never seen him here.
But to-night he hoped, or made me think he hoped, to effect a
reconciliation; so I managed, with my sister, to provide him with the
domino necessary to insure him an entrance here. Indeed, I did more; I
showed him a private door by which he could find his way into the
library, never suspecting any harm could come of son and father meeting
even in this surreptitious way. I--I loved my brother, and
notwithstanding the past, had confidence in him. Nor can I think now he
had any thing to do with the----" Here the voice of this inimitable
actor broke in well-simulated distress. He sank on a chair and put his
hands before his face.
The doctor had no reason to doubt this man. He therefore surveyed him
with a look of grave regard.
"Mr. Benson," said he, "you have my profoundest sympathy. A tragedy like
this in a family of such eminent respectability, is enough to overwhelm
the stoutest heart. If your brother is here----"
"Dr. Travis," broke in the other, rising and grasping the physician's
hand with an appearance of manly impulse impressive in one usually so
stern and self contained, "you are, or were, my father's friend; can you
or will you be ours? Dreadful as it is to think, my father undoubtedly
committed suicide. He had a great dread of this day. It is the
anniversary of an occurrence harrowing for him to remember. My
brother--you see I shall have to break the secrecy of years--was
detected by him in the act of robbing his desk three years ago
to-night, and upon each and every recurrence of the day, has returned to
his father's house to beg for the forgiveness and restoration to favor
which he lost by that deed of crime. Hitherto my father has been able to
escape his importunities, by absence or the address of his servants, but
to-day he seemed to have a premonition that his children were in league
against him, notwithstanding Carrie's ruse of the ball, and the
knowledge may have worked upon him to that extent that he preferred
death to a sight of the son that had ruined his life and made him the
hermit you have seen."
The doctor fell into the trap laid for him with such diabolical art.
"Perhaps; but if that is so, why is your brother not here? Only a few
minutes could have elapsed between the time that Jonas saw him leaning
over the table with the glass in his hand and the moment when you and
your sister entered this room in face of your father's falling form. He
must have been present, therefore, when your father came from his
bedroom, if not when he drank the fatal glass; why, then, did he take
such pains to escape, if actuated by no keener emotion than horror at a
father's suicide?"
"I do not know, I cannot say; but that he himself put the poison in the
decanter I will not believe. A thief is not necessarily a parricide.
Even if he were in great straits and needed the money my father's will
undoubtedly leaves him, he would think twice before he ran the risk of
making Carrie and myself his natural enemies. No, no, if my father has
died from poison, it was through a mistake, or by the administration of
his own hand, never by that of Joe Benson's."
"Ah, and has anybody here present dared to charge _him_ with such a
deed!"
With a start both gentlemen turned; an accusing spirit stood before
them.
"Edith!" broke from Hartley's lips. "This is no place for you! Go back!
go back!"
"My place is where the name of Joseph Benson is uttered," she proudly
answered, "whether the words be for good or evil. I am his betrothed
wife as you know, and again I ask, who has dared to utter an
insinuation, however light, that he, the tender son and generous
brother, has had a criminal hand in his father's awful death?"
"No one! no one!" essayed Hartley, taking her hand with a weak attempt
at soothing. "I was but saying----"
But she turned from him with a gesture of repugnance, and taking a step
toward the doctor, looked him entreatingly in the face. "You have not
been expressing doubts of Mr. Benson's youngest son, because he happened
to wear a disguise and be present when Mr. Benson fell? You do not know
Joe, sir; nobody in this town knows him. His own father was ignorant of
his worth; but we know him, Uncle Joe and I, and we know he could never
do a deed that could stamp him either as a dishonorable or a criminal
man. If Mr. Benson has died from poison, I should as soon think _this_
man had a hand in it as his poor exiled brother." And in a burst of
uncontrollable wrath and indignation, she pointed, with a sudden
gesture, at the startled Hartley.
But that worthy, though evidently taken aback, was not to be caught so
easily.
"Edith, you forget yourself," said he, with studied self-possession.
"The horrors of this dreadful occurrence have upset you. I do not wonder
at it myself, but the doctor will not so readily understand you. Miss
Underhill has been strangely attached to my brother," he went on,
turning to the latter with an apologetic smile that made Uncle Joe grind
his teeth in silent wrath. "They were engaged previous to the affair of
which I have just made mention, and naturally she could never bring
herself to consider him guilty of a crime which, once acknowledged, must
necessarily act as a bar of separation between them. She calls him a
martyr, a victim, an exile, any thing but what he actually is. Indeed,
she seems really to believe in his innocence, while we,"--he paused and
looked up at his sister Carrie who had entered the room,--"while we," he
went on slowly and sadly, taking this new ally softly by the hand, "know
only too well that the unhappy boy was in every respect guilty of the
crime for which his father exiled him. But that is neither here nor
there; the dreadful subject before us is not what he once did, but
whether his being here to-night has had any thing to do with my
father's death. I cannot think it has, and yet----"
The subtle inflection of his voice spoke volumes. This great actor had
evidently been driven to bay.
"O Hartley!" came in a terrified cry from his sister; "what is this? You
cannot think, they cannot think, Joe could do any thing so dreadful as
that?" while over the face of Edith passed a look of despair, as she saw
the countenance of the doctor slowly fill with the gloom of suspicion,
and even the faithful Uncle Joe turn away as if he too had been touched
by the blight of a secret doubt.
"Ah, but I wish Joe were here himself!" she cried with startling
emphasis. "He should speak, even if it brought ruin amongst us."
But the doctor was a man not to be moved by so simple a thing as a
woman's unreasoning emotion.
"Yes, the Yellow Domino would be very welcome just now," he allowed,
with grim decision.
"That he is not here is the most damning fact of all," Hartley slowly
observed. "He fled when he saw our father fall."
"But he shall come back," Edith vehemently declared.
"If he does, I shall need no further proof of his innocence," said Uncle
Joe.
"Nor I, so that he comes to-night," returned the doctor.
"Then be satisfied, for here he is," I exclaimed from my retreat; and
drawing the mask over my face, and hastily enveloping myself in the
yellow domino, I stepped forth into full view of the crowd around the
table.
V.
THE YELLOW DOMINO.
A mingled sound of shrieks and exclamations greeted me.
"Joe!" cried Edith, bounding forward.
But I waved her back, and turned with a severe gesture toward Hartley
Benson.
"What are your reasons," I demanded, "for thinking the poisoning that
has taken place here was the work of the Yellow Domino?"
"Do you ask me?" he retorted, after a moment's pause, during which my
voice echoed through the room, waking strange gleams of doubt on the
faces of more than one person present. "You wish to dare me, then?" he
hissed, coming a step nearer.
"I wish to know what the Yellow Domino has done that you or any one
should consider him as responsible for the tragedy that has here taken
place," I steadily replied.
"Are you not my brother, then?" he cried, in mingled rage and anxiety.
"Was it not you I met under the evergreens and supplied with a yellow
domino, in order to give you the opportunity of seeing our father
to-night and effecting the reconciliation which you had so long desired?
Are you not he who afterward followed me to this room and hid himself in
the closet from which you have just come, all for the purpose, as you
said, of throwing yourself at your father's feet and begging pardon for
a past of which you had long ago repented? Or are you some reckless
buffoon who has presumed to step into the domino my brother left behind
him, and careless of the terrible trouble that has overwhelmed this
family, come here with your criminal jests to puzzle and alarm us?"
"I am the man to whom you gave the domino, if that is what you wish to
know, Hartley Benson; and I am the man whom you led into the ambush of
this closet, for such reasons as your own conscience must inform you. If
the Yellow Domino put poison into Mr. Benson's wine, then upon me must
lie the burden of the consequences, for I alone have worn the disguise
of this mask from the moment we met under the evergreens till now, as I
think may be proved by this gentleman you call Uncle Joe, and this lady
you address as Edith."
This mode of attack had the desired effect.
"Who are you?" burst from Hartley's lips, now blanched to the color of
clay. "Unmask him, doctor; let us see the man who dares to play us
tricks on such a night as this!"
"Wait!" cried I, motioning back not only the doctor, but Uncle Joe and
the ladies--the whole group having started forward at Hartley's words.
"Let us first make sure I am the Yellow Domino who has been paraded
through the parlors this evening. Miss Benson, will you pardon me if I
presume to ask you what were the words of salutation with which you
greeted me to-night?"
"Oh!" she cried, in a tremble of doubt and dismay, "I do not know as I
can remember; something about being glad to see you, I believe, and my
hope that your plans for the evening might succeed."
"To which," said I, "I made no audible reply, but pressed your hand in
mine, with the certainty you were a _friend_ though you had not used the
word 'Counterfeit.'"
"Yes, yes," she returned, blushing and wildly disturbed, as she had
reason to be.
"And you, Uncle Joe," I went on; "what were your words? How did you
greet the man you had been told was your erring nephew?"
"I said: 'To counterfeit wrong when one is right, necessarily opens one
to a misunderstanding.'"
"To which ambiguous phrase I answered, as you will remember, with a
simple, 'That is true,' a reply by the way that seemed to arouse your
curiosity and lead to strange revelations."
"God defend us!" cried Uncle Joe.
The exclamation was enough. I turned to the trembling Edith.
"I shall not attempt," said I, "to repeat or ask you to repeat any
conversation which may have passed between us, for you will remember it
was too quickly interrupted by Mr. Benson for us to succeed in uttering
more than a dozen or so words. However, you will do me the kindness to
acknowledge your belief that I am the man who stood with you behind the
parlor curtains an hour ago."
"I will," she replied, with a haughty lift of her head that spoke more
loudly than her blushes.
"It only remains, then, for Mr. Benson to assure himself I am the person
who followed him to the closet. I know of no better way of his doing
this than to ask him if he remembers the injunctions which he was
pleased to give me, when he bestowed upon me this domino."
"No,--that is,--whatever they were, they were given to the man I
supposed to be my brother."
"Ha, then; it was to your _brother_," I rejoined, "you gave that hint
about the glass I would find on the library table; saying that if it did
not smell of wine I would know your father had not had his nightly
potion and would yet come to the library to drink it;--an intimation, as
all will acknowledge, which could have but the one result of leading me
to go to the table and take up the glass and look into it in the
suspicious manner which has been reported to you."
He was caught in his own toils and saw it. Muttering a deep curse, he
drew back, while a startled "Humph!" broke from the doctor, followed by
a quick, "Is that true? Did you tell him that, Mr. Benson?"
For reply the now thoroughly alarmed villain leaped at my throat. "Off
with that toggery! Let us see your face! I shall and will know who you
are."
But I resisted for another moment while I added: "It is, then,
established to your satisfaction that I am really the man who has worn
the yellow domino this evening. Very well, now look at me, one and all,
and say if you think I am likely to be a person to destroy Mr. Benson."
And with a quick gesture I threw aside my mask, and yielded the fatal
yellow domino to the impatient hands of Mr. Hartley Benson.
The result was a cry of astonishment from those to whom the face thus
revealed was a strange one, and a curse deep and loud from him to whom
the shock of that moment's surprise must have been nearly overwhelming.
"Villain!" he shrieked, losing his self-possession in a sudden burst of
fury; "spy! informer! I understand it all now. You have been set over
me by my brother. Instructed by him, you have dared to enter this house,
worm yourself into its secrets, and by a deviltry only equalled by your
presumption, taken advantage of your position to poison my father and
fling the dreadful consequences of your crime in the faces of his
mourning family. It was a plot well laid; but it is foiled, sir, foiled,
as you will see when I have you committed to prison to-morrow."
"Mr. Benson," I returned, shaking him loose as I would a feather, "this
is all very well; but in your haste and surprise you have made a slight
mistake. You call me a spy; so I am; but a spy backed by the United
States Government is not a man to be put lightly into prison. I am a
detective, sir, connected at present with the Secret Service at
Washington. My business is to ferret out crime and recognize a rogue
under any disguise and in the exercise of any vile or deceptive
practices." And I looked him steadily in the face.
Then indeed his cheek turned livid, and the eye which had hitherto
preserved its steadiness sought the floor.
"A detective!" murmured Miss Carrie, shrinking back from the cringing
form of the brother whom, but a few hours before, she had deemed every
thing that was noble and kind.
"A detective!" echoed Edith, brightening like a rose in the sunshine.
"In government employ!" repeated Uncle Joe, honoring me with a stare
that was almost comic in its mingled awe and surprise.
"Yes," I rejoined; "if any one doubts me, I have papers with me to
establish my identity. By what means I find myself in this place, a
witness of Mr. Benson's death and the repository of certain family
secrets, it is not necessary for me to inform you. It is enough that I
am here, have been here for a good hour, posted behind that curtain;
that I heard Jonas' exclamation as he withdrew from the balcony, saw Mr.
Benson come in from his bedroom, drink his glass of wine, and afterward
fall at the feet of his son and daughter; and that having been here, and
the witness of all this, I can swear that if Mr. Benson drank poison
from yonder decanter, he drank poison that was put into it before either
he or the Yellow Domino entered this room. Who put it there, it is for
you to determine; my duty is done for to-night." And with a bow I
withdrew from the group about me and crossed to the door.
But Miss Carrie's voice, rising in mingled shame and appeal, stopped me.
"Don't go," said she; "not at least until you tell me where my brother
Joseph is. Is he in this town, or has he planned this deception from a
distance? I--I am an orphan, sir, who at one blow has lost not only a
dearly beloved father but, as I fear, a brother too, in whom, up to this
hour, I have had every confidence. Tell me, then, if any support is left
for a most unhappy girl, or whether I must give up all hopes of even my
brother Joe's sympathy and protection."
"Your brother Joe," I replied, "has had nothing to do with my appearance
here. He and I are perfect strangers; but if he is a tall,
broad-shouldered, young man, shaped something like myself, but with a
ruddy cheek and light curling hair, I can tell you I saw such a person
enter the shrubbery at the southwest corner of the garden an hour or so
ago."
"No, he is here!" came in startling accents over my shoulders. And with
a quick leap Joe Benson sprang by me and stood handsome, tall, and
commanding in the centre of the room. "Hartley! Carrie! Edith! what is
this I hear? My father stricken down, my father dying or dead, and I
left to wander up and down through the shrubbery, while you knelt at his
bedside and received his parting blessing? Is this the recompense you
promised me, Hartley? this your sisterly devotion, Carrie? this your
love and attention to my interests, Edith?"
"O Joe, dear Joe, do not blame us!" Carrie made haste to reply. "We
thought you were here. A man _was_ here, that man behind you, simulating
you in every regard, and to him we gave the domino, and from him we have
learned----"
"What?" sprang in thundering tones from the young giant's throat as he
wheeled on his heel and confronted me.
"That your brother Hartley is a villain," I declared, looking him
steadily in the eye.
"God!" was his only exclamation as he turned slowly back and glanced
toward his trembling brother.
"Sir," said I, taking a step toward Uncle Joe, who, between his
eagerness to embrace the new-comer and his dread of the consequences of
this unexpected meeting, stood oscillating from one side to the other in
a manner ridiculous enough to see, "what do you think of the propriety
of uttering aloud and here, the suspicions which you were good enough to
whisper into my ears an hour ago? Do you see any reason for altering
your opinion as to which of the two sons of Mr. Benson invaded his desk
and appropriated the bonds afterward found in their common apartment,
when you survey the downfallen crest of the one and compare it with the
unfaltering look of the other?"
"No," he returned, roused into sudden energy by the start given by
Hartley. And advancing between the brothers, he looked first at one and
then at the other with a long, solemn gaze that called out the color on
Hartley's pale cheek and made the crest of Joe rise still higher in
manly pride and assertion. "Joe," said he, "for three years now your
life has lain under a shadow. Accused by your father of a dreadful
crime, you have resolutely refused to exonerate yourself,
notwithstanding the fact that a dear young girl waited patiently for the
establishment of your innocence in order to marry you. To your family
this silence meant guilt, but to me and mine it has told only a tale of
self-renunciation and devotion. Joe, was I right in this? was Edith
right? The father you so loved, and feared to grieve, is dead. Speak,
then: Did you or did you not take the bonds that were found in the
cupboard at the head of your bed three years ago to-night? The future
welfare, not only of this faithful child but of the helpless sister,
who, despite her belief in your guilt, has clung to you with unwavering
devotion, depends upon your reply."
"Let my brother speak," was the young man's answer, given in a steady
and nobly restrained tone.
"Your brother will not speak," his uncle returned. "Don't you see you
must answer for yourself? Say, then: Are you the guilty man your father
thought you, or are you not? Let us hear, Joe."
"I am not!" avowed the young man, bowing his head in a sort of noble
shame that must have sent a pang of anguish through the heart of his
brother.
"Oh, I knew it, I knew it!" came from Edith's lips in a joyous cry, as
she bounded to his side and seized him by one hand, just as his sister
grasped the other in a burst of shame and contrition that showed how far
she was removed from any participation in the evil machinations of her
elder brother.
The sight seemed to goad Hartley Benson to madness. Looking from one to
the other, he uttered a cry that yet rings in my memory: "Carrie! Edith!
do you both forsake me, and all because of a word which any villain
might have uttered? Is this the truth and constancy of women? Is this
what I had a right to expect from a sister, a--a friend? Carrie, you at
least always gave me your trust,--will you take it away because a
juggling spy and a recreant brother have combined to destroy me?"
But beyond a wistful look and a solemn shake of the head, Carrie made no
response, while Edith, with her eyes fixed on the agitated countenance
of her lover, did not even seem to hear the words of pleading that were
addressed to her.
The shock of the disappointment was too much for Hartley Benson.
Clenching his hand upon his breast, he gave one groan of anguish and
despair and sank into a chair, inert and helpless. But before we could
any of us take a step toward him, before the eyes of the doctor and mine
could meet in mutual understanding, he had bounded again to his feet,
and in a burst of desperation seized the chair in which he sat, and held
it high above his head.
"Fools! dotards!" he exclaimed, his eyes rolling in frenzy from face to
face, but lingering longest on mine, as if there he read the true secret
of his overthrow, as well as the promise of his future doom. "You think
it is all over with me; that there is nothing left for you to do but to
stand still and watch how I take my defeat. But I am a man who never
acknowledges defeat. There is still a word I have to say that will make
things a little more even between us. Listen for it, you. It will not be
long in coming, and when you hear it, let my brother declare how much
enjoyment he will ever get out of his victory."
And whirling the chair about his head, he plunged through our midst
into the hall without.
For an instant we stood stupefied, then Carrie Benson's voice rose in
one long, thrilling cry, and with a bound she rushed toward the door. I
put out my hand to stop her, but it was not necessary. Before she could
cross the threshold the sudden, sharp detonation of a pistol-shot was
heard in the hall, and we knew that the last dreadful word of that
night's tragedy had been spoken.
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