HARKING-BACK.
The evening papers had full details of the accident, which were
eagerly discussed and speculated upon; Trenton Warren was a man of
such mark in New York society, that the news of his death created more
than an average amount of interest. Not that the news that he was dead
was received without question; Warren was considered far too smart a
man to allow himself to be gotten rid of in any unexpected manner; and
while one set of his friends maintained that some swindler had
endeavoured with dishonest intent to personate the great speculator,
others averred that it was merely a case of accidental though
extraordinary resemblance; while the third party, consisting of those
who had found themselves mixed up in opposition schemes, believed that
Warren was really dead, and that Providence had thus rid them of a
dangerous enemy.
The next morning, Bryan Duval, attired in the gorgeous dressing-gown,
was sipping his coffee, when Thornton Carey, with somewhat of a worn
look on his usually bright face, entered the room.
'You will think me an unconscionable bore,' he said, 'but I am so
haunted by this painful subject that I can think of nothing else, and
I have only you to turn to for assistance and advice.'
'My dear sir,' replied Bryan Duval, looking up at him from under his
very effective eyebrows, 'you cannot do me a greater favour than to
interest me in the great drama of life; a study which has for me the
strongest and purest charm; a study the results of which I endeavour
to make manifest in those works which the public on both sides of the
Atlantic is pleased to approve of. Have you any farther news--you look
pale and anxious, my dear sir, as though you had been worried by some
farther complication?'
'I have no farther news, and there are no farther complications that I
know of,' replied Carey, 'and my paleness is probably occasioned by the
fact of my having laid awake nearly all night thinking over those
which already existed. That woman's confession yesterday, and the
information which we received from the perusal of Mrs. Griswold's
diary, prove to me incontestably that Helen is right in fixing the
suspicion of her husband's murder on Warren by supplying the motive
for his crime.'
'I am entirely of your opinion,' said Bryan. 'The scoundrel had made
love to Mrs. Griswold, and, afraid that she would communicate his
baseness to her husband on his return, made away with him; the
incident is not at all unnatural, or rather I should say is perfectly
dramatic. I have used it more than once in the course of my career,
and never knew it fail to bring down the house.'
'I guess we shall find that he was influenced by other motives as
well,' said Carey. 'After I left you last night, I went carefully
through a portion of Griswold's papers, and by what I could glean from
them, I have little doubt that the poor fellow has been mercilessly
robbed by his trusted friend. It would be most important if we could
learn fuller particulars of Griswold's method of life while in
England; you have furnished us with most valuable information, but of
course yours was but a casual acquaintance with him. If we could only
get at some of those who were there mixed up with him in his business
transactions, it might materially assist us.'
'I have been thinking of that also,' said Bryan Duval, 'and it appears
to me that our first step should be to try and find out what has
become of a certain Mr. Dolby, an American gentleman whom you may or
may not have heard mentioned by Miss Montressor. He was in England
immediately before the day of the murder, but I think spoke of
returning to America very soon.'
'There would be no difficulty in ascertaining his whereabouts, I
should imagine,' said Carey, 'from Miss Montressor herself.'
'Well,' said Bryan Duval, speaking slowly, 'that is a matter in which
we must proceed with a good deal of delicacy. There were, I imagine,
certain relations between Mr. Dolby and our dear friend Clara which
you, in your virtuous and secluded life, my dear sir, probably know
very little about, which nevertheless do exist in this wicked world,
and, so far as my experience goes, have great weight in the conduct of
its affairs. This being the case, in conversation with Miss Montressor
we must handle the subject very gingerly; for Clara, though a flirt
and a coquette, is thoroughly staunch and loyal, and nothing could
induce her to betray her friend.'
'To betray him?' said Carey.
'I use the word advisedly,' said Bryan. 'I have certain reasons in my
own mind concerning Mr. Dolby, and if they are correct--However, we
will go and see Miss Montressor, and you may leave the manipulation of
the subject to me. You will at once see the key-note I strike, and
then you can join in in the same strain.'
They found Miss Montressor in one of the drawing-rooms, and happily
found her alone. She was standing at the window, looking down on
the gay crowd thronging Union-square, and reflecting with much
self-complacency that to most members of that crowd her name was
known, and that to many she was an object of admiration. How lucky it
was, she thought, that Bryan Duval's attention had been directed
towards her, and that she had come out to America, instead of wearing
away her life in the dull level of London theatricals! Now the success
which she had made in New York would be recognised in London (she had
taken care to have all her best notices regularly inserted in the
great London theatrical journal, the _Haresfoot_), and on her return
she would take up an undeniably leading position, and defy all the
intriguing efforts of Patty Calvert or Theresa Columbus for supremacy.
In the midst of this agreeable reverie she felt a light touch on her
elbow, and on looking round she saw Thornton Carey and Bryan Duval
close by her side.
'We want you to give us ten minutes' talk, my dear Clara,' said the
latter, leading her to a chair, while he and his friend seated
themselves close by her; 'we want a little information from you to
assist us in getting up evidence in this police investigation, which,
as you know, is now being made.'
'Still upon that dreadful subject,' said Miss Montressor with a sigh,
but really delighted to be made of some importance; she had been long
enough with Bryan Duval to perceive the advantages of extensive
advertisements, no matter in what way--'still upon that dreadful
subject of poor Mr. Griswold's murder?'
'Still,' said Bryan. 'You see the poor fellow talked more freely with
you than any one else, and as his life in England is a blank to the
police, they want to hear as much about it as possible. It is very
important that they should know with whom he associated while in
London, and I want you to tell us whether he ever named to you any
American friends whom he had ever met over there.'
'Never,' said Miss Montressor, 'save when talking about his wife and
his home-life. He was what may be called a reserved man, and I never
heard him mention the names of any friends either in America or
England.'
'Of course,' said Bryan Duval, who had been playing with his
watch-chain, but as he put the question raised his keen eyes and
looked her steadily in the face--'of course Griswold, or Foster as he
called himself, was well acquainted with your friend Mr. Dolby?'
'O dear no,' said Miss Montressor promptly; 'Mr. Dolby particularly
avoided him.'
'Avoided him!' cried Carey.
'Not merely that; but desired me never to mention his name to Mr.
Foster, or indeed to any American. He said that his business interests
required that his presence in England should not be known.'
The two men exchanged glances.
'It would be of the utmost service to us in this painful business,'
said Bryan Duval to Miss Montressor, 'if we could be placed in
communication with Mr. Dolby. Your own intelligence, which I have
never hitherto known to be at fault, my dear Clara,' he added
gallantly, 'and which has come out very strong and clear indeed all
through these investigations, will show you at once that we must not
let any circumstance, however apparently trivial, slip, or any
indication, however faint, escape us.'
Miss Montressor, whose ready appreciation of a compliment was not to
be influenced by any external circumstances, however serious, replied
at once that she thoroughly understood that point in the case, and
assuming a becoming gravity of demeanour, offered herself for
cross-examination concerning Mr. Dolby. She made, however, one mental
reservation, on which she resolved she would act with unflinching
determination; it was that she would not betray, in the course of that
cross-examination, however tortuous and severe it might be, the secret
of her former relations with Mr. Dolby. And as she made this mental
reservation, Bryan Duval knew she was making it, and did _not_ smile
at her simplicity in supposing he was likely to put any question to
her of the kind. For though Bryan Duval had no personal acquaintance
with Mr. Dolby, he knew all about Miss Montressor, and could have
astonished that lady not a little if he had thought proper to treat
her to a biographical sketch of herself. The same thing might have
been said of a good many persons in Miss Montressor's profession; they
would have been considerably surprised if he had revealed to them his
intimate acquaintance with their history.
Miss Montressor accordingly gave a somewhat garbled and embellished
account of her relations with Mr. Dolby, and though Bryan could
plainly see that Thornton Carey was more puzzled than enlightened by
her story, and that he was very anxious to get her to be more explicit
and direct, he checked him in every attempt to give expression to such
puzzlement and anxiety by a series of looks which said, 'Leave her to
me, I know how to manage her,' much too plainly for contradiction.
Bryan Duval had early in their acquaintance impressed Thornton, as he
impressed everybody, with a sense of his great and versatile ability,
but equally with a sense that he liked to do things exactly his own
way, and had an unmistakable conviction that that way was the best. So
when Miss Montressor rambled, and Bryan Duval merely beamed upon her,
Carey submitted, and was presently rewarded by a peculiarly
intelligent glance from the actor, who was playing so admirably the
unaccustomed part of examining counsel, which unmistakably bespoke
Carey's vigilant attention, and indicated his own belief that a point
was being made. And yet Miss Montressor had only said:
'I don't think Mr. Dolby was at all a sociable sort of person; he
never seemed to care about going anywhere, and he had a most special
dislike to being introduced to strangers.'
'And that was the reason why you never extended the advantage and
pleasure of his acquaintance to me, eh, Clara?' asked Duval slyly; and
it was at this point of the interrogatory that he gave to Thornton
Carey the before-mentioned intelligent look. 'That was all right, of
course, as he was such a morose fellow, and you could not help
yourself--otherwise, your new friends ought to have been made known to
your old.'
'Ah, but you weren't such an old friend then as you are now!' said Miss
Montressor ingenuously; 'and I am quite sure he would have objected
most strenuously to my having introduced him to you.'
'Indeed! and why? Why should the general taboo have been made
particular in the case of your most devoted? Was Mr. Dolby of a
jealous turn?'
'Nonsense!' said Miss Montressor, becoming very much confused on
finding that she was entangling herself in her explanation. 'How can
you ask such foolish questions? Of course not; but he had some strong
objection to be acquainted with actors.'
'Not extending to actresses, eh?' said Duval, whose care it now was to
get her to commit and confuse herself as much as possible.
'Don't be absurd, and do let me go on, if you want me to tell you
anything. I was going to say he had some peculiar objection to be
acquainted with actors, because he thought they would be injurious to
the serious and solid business connection he wanted to form in London.
He never told me what his business was, and I'm sure I never wanted to
know. All business is a bore until it comes to spending the money, and
I hate hearing about it; so I never bothered him on that score. He
once told me that as Mr. Foster was also a man of business, he might
be possibly mixed up with some transactions which would clash with his
own.'
'Did he say that?' asked Thornton Carey eagerly.
'Certainly,' said Miss Montressor; 'I recollect the expression.'
'Now, Clara, pull your wits together, and answer this question
clearly--Did Mr. Dolby ever allude in any way to Foster's wife?'
'Only in this way. At this same interview he asked me if Mr. Foster
were married; and when I told him "yes," and that he was always raving
about his wife, Dolby sneered, and said he hated men who aired their
domestic affairs before the world.'
'Was that the last time you saw him?'
'The very last. He took the precaution of calling himself Dolby when
he came to see me,'. continued Miss Montressor, floundering more and
more: of which fact Bryan Duval looked, this time, profoundly
unconscious.
'The precaution!' he repeated; 'why the precaution? Was not Dolby his
real name?'
'I really cannot tell you--I only know it was not the name he went by
in society, at his lodgings and so forth, for there he was known as
Mr. Dunn.'
'Did he tell you so?'
'Ye-yes, he did. I had occasion to write to him a few times, just a
trifling note now and then, and he told me I must not address him as
Mr. Dolby, but as Mr. Dunn.'
Duval and Carey exchanged glances, and now listened to and watched her
with the deepest attention. This piece of information was of the
utmost importance, as pointing to something at least equivocal in the
character and position of the man who bore so strange a resemblance to
that other man whose fate was interwoven with that of Helen Griswold's
murdered husband.
'Did, you not think that rather odd?'
'Well, no, I didn't. I suppose I am too, much accustomed to people
having more names than one to think it at all remarkable. But I quite
understood him that he was obliged to be very careful, because he was
mixed up in business with a lot of puritans, who would be sure to
think he was neglecting his work and going to the bad if they ever
found out that he amused himself like other people. And that was one
reason, I think, why he was so particularly anxious not to be brought
in contact with Mr. Foster, because he would be sure to meet him under
another name, and it would be suspicious and unpleasant.'
'You are quite clear that he was especially desirous that Mr. Foster
should not know anything about him?'
'I am perfectly clear on that point;' and Miss Montressor's vivid
memory recalled every particular of the last interview between herself
and Mr. Dolby, shaking her head the while with an emphasis
confirmatory of her words.
'That is an exceedingly important point,' said Bryan Duval, 'because
you see, my dear Clara, it is plain that Mr. Dolby must have known
something previously concerning Mr. Foster and the nature and purport
of his business in London, otherwise he would not have so regarded the
probabilities of their meeting as to make it indispensable that he
should keep out of his way when passing as Mr. Dolby; and it is just
this presumable knowledge of poor Griswold's business that makes Mr.
Dolby of so much importance to us in the unravelling of this story,
since we cannot get hold of any one who really does know enough about
it to be able to suggest a possible motive for his murder.'
'I quite understand all that,' replied Miss Montressor, 'and I have
told you everything that can possibly throw any light upon it. Stay,
there's just one thing more. I called at his lodgings in Queen-street,
Mayfair, once--only once--it was after the last time I saw him, and I
inquired for him by the name of Dunn; but he had left, and gone, the
woman of the house thought--believed, I ought to say--to America.'
'You and he had quarrelled, Clara, and you expected to find him
there, you sly puss!'
'Perhaps so,' she answered, with a coquettish toss of her head; 'but he
didn't show up, you see; and I know nothing more about him.'
'I hope you care as little as you know?'
'You may make your mind quite easy on that score. My heart is not
fragile, and when it is broken, it will not be by Mr. Dolby.'
'That's right, Clara, or by "the likes of him," as we make the Irishry
say in our Emerald Isle pieces. And now I'm sure you must be awfully
tired of all this _interrogatoire_, in which you have acquitted
yourself nobly, though your last little bit of information makes it
plain that Mr. Dolby, or Mr. Dunn, came out to America before we came,
and can therefore throw no light upon the murder of poor Griswold.'
'I don't see that,' said Thornton Carey; 'if we could find him here in
New York, he could tell us what he knew of Griswold's secret business
in London, and in _that_ lies the germ of the murder.'
'You think so, do you, my young friend? But then you are young, and
your knowledge of men and cities is a good deal limited.' This was
Bryan Duval's mental comment on Thornton Carey's remarks. His spoken
reply was more respectful, though vague. He merely said:
'Of course, of course. But we need not detain Miss Montressor any
longer. You have some shopping to do, I know;' and he gallantly
conducted the lady to the door, after she had taken leave of Thornton
Carey in a most gracious and engaging manner. Then he returned to
Thornton, his manner entirely changed, his face lighted with a glow of
success, his eyes sparkling, and a hardly subdued excitement all over
him.
'She has done it,' he said; 'she has unconsciously given us the clue.
And now she must be put aside, clean out of the whole business.'
'What do you propose doing now?' asked Carey.
'I propose devoting a few hours to work,' said Bryan. 'I have a
collaborateur whom I have kept waiting all the morning, and whose
claims I can no longer put off.'
'I am exceedingly sorry that I should have detained you,' said Carey.
'Pray explain to the gentleman that the affair was of the utmost
importance, or I would not have--'
'There is no gentleman to explain to,' interrupted Bryan, with a smile.
'My collaborateur is here,' he said, taking up a book of French plays
which lay upon his table. 'Messrs. Scribe, Dumas, Macquet, and other
French gentlemen, are good enough to work with me. Some foolish people
call it translation. I call it collaboration--a much prettier word,
and one which better expresses the process. And what are you going to
do?'
'I am going to see Mrs. Griswold.'
'Do you propose to tell her that the result of our inquiries so far is
that she was right in the communication she made to you--that Warren
murdered her husband?'
'I do,' said Carey. 'I do not see how it can be avoided.'
'Then I don't envy you your task,' said Bryan. 'You will have to tell
her about our perusal of her journal, and our discovery that that
scoundrel made love to her. You will have to give his dread of her
informing her husband on his return as the motive for the murder.'
'I think I can save myself that pain and Mrs. Griswold that
humiliation,' said Thornton Carey. 'I told you, I think, in the early
part of our conversation that in my search through Griswold's private
papers I had lighted upon what I imagined to be traces of large
defalcations on Warren's part. These will require farther
investigation; but I am now in possession of the fact that Warren's
pecuniary position was not what was always imagined, and that he was
heavily indebted to his partner, no one else being cognisant of the
fact. This will be sufficient explanation to Mrs. Griswold, though I
have little doubt that amongst the reasons which impelled the wretch,
the other motive was the strongest.'
'That certainly seems to afford a way of escape,' said Bryan, 'and I
wish you well through your mission. Let us meet to-night or
to-morrow.'
He then left the room, and Thornton Carey fell into a deep and
serious fit of meditation, with the direct results of which, except in
so far as Miss Montressor's share in this story is involved, we have
no immediate concern.
Before they parted, Bryan Duval and Thornton Carey reduced Miss
Montressor's statement to writing, and on the same evening Thornton
took the document to Helen, and read it to her, confiding to her in
detail the conclusions at which Bryan Duval and himself had arrived,
and the plan of action which they had determined upon, subject, of
course, to her approval and concurrence. Helen listened in the sad and
heavy silence which had succeeded to her first vehement and agonising
grief, and thoroughly approved of the project.
In the mean time Bryan Duval had had a brief talk with Miss Montressor
at the theatre. She had had a reception of unabated warmth, and was in
high good-humour, so that she took Bryan Duval's advice that she
should not seek to see poor Mrs. Griswold again just at present, as
her health and nerves were exceedingly shaken, and the most perfect
quiet was indispensable to her, with entire equanimity. Miss
Montressor was quite sincere in her regard for Helen, and was truly
sorry for her; but she was a little tired of the murder and the
melancholy now that the excitement had worn off, and was not sorry to
give herself up with a sanctioned engrossment to the glories of
starhood.
The next day Thornton Carey had a second interview with Helen, and
informed her that he had succeeded in finding a substitute to
undertake his duties, and in obtaining leave of absence from his post.
Helen's strength and courage were beginning to revive with the hope of
the detection and punishment of the murderer of her husband. To that
detection and the insurance of that punishment the friend of all her
lifetime was about to devote himself. He left her presence for a long
interview with Mrs. Jenkins, who had returned from the scene of the
railway accident, bringing poor Eph's remains for burial at New York.
She had suffered so much from the shock of the calamity which had
befallen her that she had been forced to wean the infant, and thus her
formal nominal occupation in Helen's household had come to an end. But
mistress and servant were bound together by a new tie, that of a
common widowhood, and that tie would never be broken in this world.
When Miss Montressor returned from the theatre that night, she found a
letter and an _écrin_ awaiting her. The latter contained a very
handsome bracelet of black enamel, with diamond stars and a monogram
in the same precious gems; the former was a kind and grateful _mot
d'adieu_ from Mrs. Griswold, who was going away to the Springs, and
deeply regretted that she was too ill to say good-bye in person. Miss
Montressor was delighted with the bracelet; but she wondered what Mrs.
Griswold would have thought had she known that she was carrying off
her sister without letting her bid her good-bye. But she was of a
philosophical disposition, and just then pleased, amused, and popular;
so that on the whole he regarded the circumstance as 'all for the
best.'