THE REVELATION OF MR. PRAIN
"Arthur Ferris the son of Dean!" repeated Gebb, looking alternately at
solicitor and barrister. "Well, I never heard of such a thing. Did you
know of it, Mr. Alder?"
Alder shook his head with unqualified amazement. "Not I!" he said. "I
suggested that Ferris was shielding Dean, only because I am certain
Dean is the assassin; and only the assassin could have given that
necklace taken from the dead woman to Ferris, but I had no idea that
there was any relationship or even acquaintance between them."
"Nevertheless it is true," replied Prain, with a nod. "I was Dean's
lawyer, as you know, and he told me much of his family history. When
his wife died, he placed his son Arthur with some of her relatives,
and went himself as a bachelor down to the Hall, to court Laura
Kirkstone for his second wife and meet with his fate. When he was
imprisoned for the murder of Kirkstone, the relatives of Arthur gave
him his mother's name of Ferris. I have kept my eye on that young man
all my life--or, rather, all his life of twenty-five years, and have
even assisted him on occasions with money. He is the son of Dean right
enough, although he still keeps to the name of Ferris."
"Oh! he knows who he is, then?" said Gebb, sharply.
"Certainly! He has known it for many years."
"Has he any idea of the whereabouts of his father?" questioned Alder.
"No; he would have told me if he had, as he is well aware that I
consider his father innocent, and would not give him up to the law
even if I knew of his hiding-place."
"Do you believe that Dean is innocent in this instance, Mr. Prain?"
The little man moved restlessly and evaded a direct reply to the
inquiry of Alder. "That is a question I cannot answer," he said
dubiously. "I asked Ferris if he obtained the necklace from his
father, but he denied that he did, and added that he was ignorant of
his father's whereabouts. He declared that he had not seen his father
since he was five years of age."
"Oh, of course he would say all that!" cried Alder, with scorn, "in
order to shield his father, as I suggested; although until you spoke I
did not know who Dean really was. The evidence against Dean seems
clear enough to me."
"In what way?" asked Gebb, anxious to hear Alder's ground of
accusation, since he appeared so certain of Dean's guilt.
"In every way," retorted the barrister. "Dean hunted Miss Gilmar down
and killed her in Paradise Row. Being hard up, as he must be, seeing
that he is an outlaw and in hiding, he stole the jewels she wore. He,
no doubt, gave the necklace to Ferris, as I know the young man is as
poor as a church mouse, and kept the other jewels to himself. I don't
say that Ferris knew at the time his father had killed Miss Gilmar,
but when Mr. Gebb here stated that the necklace was taken from her
dead body, Ferris is quick enough to put two and two together, and
guess what his father had done. He therefore holds his tongue and
refuses to say from whom he got the necklace. A man with his life in
jeopardy would not keep silent without a strong motive, and what
stronger motive can Ferris have than one which concerns the safety of
his father? To me the affair is as clear as day."
"Your case is very ingeniously constructed, I admit," said Prain,
dryly, "and you argue the rope round Dean's neck in fine style.
Nevertheless your theory is--theory, and nothing more."
"Well," said Alder, with a shrug, "what does Mr. Gebb say?"
"Mr. Gebb says nothing at present," rejoined that gentleman, after a
moment's thought. "Least said, soonest mended. When I gather more
evidence I shall speak more freely."
"Where do you intend to look for evidence?"
"At Kirkstone Hall. I shall ask Miss Wedderburn why she fainted on the
occasion of my mentioning about Ferris; although I did ask her once,
and she lied."
"I can explain that," observed Prain, quickly. "I said I would not do
so without the young lady's permission, but as I have been forced to
tell you about Dean's relationship to Ferris, I may as well reveal the
rest. Miss Wedderburn knows that Arthur is the son of Dean, so when
you asked her about him, I dare say the thought struck her that you
knew of it through me, and intended to accuse him of killing Miss
Gilmar to avenge his father. With a revulsion of feeling she fainted.
There--you have the explanation from my point of view."
"That's all very well, Mr. Prain; but I wish to have the explanation
from Miss Wedderburn's point of view. Where is she now?"
"Still at the Hall," said Alder, gloomily; "but she intends to leave
it, now that I am master there."
"Oh!" said Prain, with a smile. "She refuses to be its mistress?"
"Yes! I don't mind confessing it. She is infatuated with Ferris, and
when I went down the other day to ask her for the last time to be my
wife, she refused me, and declared that she intended to marry Ferris.
But I don't bear him any ill-will," said Alder, generously. "We both
love Miss Wedderburn, and she prefers him in his poverty to me with my
money. Still, I don't know how she can bear the idea of marrying the
son of a murderer."
"Perhaps, like myself, she believes in Dean's innocence," said Prain,
dryly.
"If he is guilty of the first crime, he is guilty of the second."
"Well," said Gebb, thoughtfully, "there is something in that. Unless
Dean had been guilty of Kirkstone's murder, he would not have been so
bent upon punishing the woman who accused him of it, and it is just
possible he murdered her out of revenge. However, I believe myself
that Dean is innocent of both crimes. As to the second, I shall see
Ferris again, and try to learn if he got the necklace from his father;
as to the first," added Gebb, emphatically, "I shall search Kirkstone
Hall for Miss Gilmar's confession."
"Her confession!" repeated Alder, surprised. "What confession?"
"Ah!" said Prain, taking no notice of the barrister's question, and
addressing Gebb, "so you are coming round to my opinion--that Miss
Gilmar killed Kirkstone."
"It has been my opinion for some time," rejoined Gebb, coolly, "and I
believe that Miss Gilmar left a confession behind her telling the
truth. I don't think she would risk its discovery by carrying it about
with her, so it is probable she wrote it out and concealed it in some
hiding-place at Kirkstone Hall."
"In that case search the Hall," said Alder, disbelievingly. "You have
my full permission to do so."
"I shall certainly avail myself of it, Mr. Alder. So Miss Wedderburn
leaves the Hall. What about her _protégé_, Martin?"
"That lunatic! I don't know. He had better stay where he is for the
present, although I think myself he should be locked up."
"What does Miss Wedderburn think?"
"She says he is mad, but not dangerous, and asked me to let him stay
on at the Hall until she is settled--with Ferris, I suppose--when she
will take him with her. A nice companion he will be to a young married
couple."
"I'm afraid that marriage won't take place for some time," said Prain,
gloomily; "even if Arthur does escape, he's too poor to keep a wife."
"In that case," said Alder, rising to take his leave, "there may be a
chance for me. While there is life there's hope, you know."
Prain shook his head with a doubtful smile. "While Arthur Ferris lives
Miss Wedderburn won't marry you," he said positively.
Alder stopped at the door and looked back. "See here, Mr. Prain," he
remarked earnestly, "I'm all fair, square, and above-board. Gebb here
will tell you that before you came I defended Ferris, because I
consider him innocent. But I believe that his father killed Kirkstone
and my cousin, and I am certain that both crimes will be brought home
to him. In that case I have my doubts as to whether a proud girl like
Edith will marry the son of a murderer. If she does not, she will
accept me, of that I am certain; and I shall do everything to bring
such a marriage about."
"Well," said Prain, "I've known Edith all her life, and I don't think
she will marry you."
"We'll see about that," rejoined Alder, confidently, and swung out of
the door with a look of determination in his blue eyes.
Prain shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, for he thought that
the barrister was over-confident for a lover. Then he took up his hat
to go, and addressed a last question to Gebb.
"Well, sir," said he, grimly, "and what do you intend to do now?"
"Three things, Mr. Prain, and I don't mind telling you what they are.
I intend to question both Ferris and Miss Wedderburn, I intend to
search Kirkstone Hall for that confession of Miss Gilmar's, which I
really believe exists, and I intend to call upon Mr. Clement Basson."
"What about Basson--can he prove anything?"
"He can prove an alibi in favour of Ferris," said Gebb; and forthwith
related to Prain all that he had been told by Alder regarding the
lecture in the Grangebury Town Hall.
Prain listened attentively, and nodded his head approvingly, for he
was pleased to find a loophole for Arthur's escape.
"Very creditable to Alder," he said, when the detective finished. "His
conduct in speaking up for Ferris deserves our praise. Few men would
be so generous to their rival. But if this is so, why did not Ferris
clear himself before the magistrate? He would be free now, had he done
so."
"Well," said Gebb, thoughtfully, "so far as that goes, we come back to
Mr. Alder's belief. Ferris is shielding his father."
"If he is," said Prain, "Dean must be guilty."
"It looks like it. But I tell you what, Mr. Prain," cried Gebb,
emphatically, "as sure as I sit here Dean is innocent! Whosoever
killed Miss Gilmar was expected by her; was a friend with whom she was
at her ease; that is proved by the smoking and the wine. She would not
have been at ease with Dean."
"He might have been disguised as a fortune-teller," suggested Prain.
"No, I don't believe it. No disguise could have hidden him from the
eyes of a woman who feared him so. Whosoever killed that woman, it
wasn't Dean."
"Then why is Ferris shielding Dean?"
"We don't know if he is; you, yourself, said that he denied it."
"I know I did; I know he does!" cried Prain, in despair. "God bless my
soul, what a case this is! The more we talk about it the more confused
does it become. I tell you what, Gebb, your only chance of arriving at
the truth lies in either forcing Ferris to confess where he got the
necklace, or in hunting down Dean."
"I'll try the first of your suggestions at once," said Gebb, putting
on his hat. "And if Ferris won't confess to me, I'll write and ask
Miss Wedderburn to come to town."
"What good can she do?"
"She can make him confess the truth. What the man won't do for justice
he may do for love. However, I'll see him at once. Justice will make
the first attempt--Love the second."
"And both will fail!" cried Prain. "You'd better catch Dean, my good
man."
"That's easier said than done," retorted Gebb; and the two parted,
each more or less exasperated. And very naturally, for the
perplexities of the Grangebury murder case were enough to anger the
mildest natures, and those of Prain and Gebb were rather the reverse.
Irritated and puzzled by the complexion of affairs, Gebb did not let
the grass grow under his feet, but at once visited the prison in which
Arthur Ferris was confined. He easily obtained permission to see him
and entered to find the young man looking ill and worn, but as firm as
ever in his policy of silence, Gebb came to the reason of his visit
forthwith.
"Well, Mr. Ferris, you are a nice gentleman to stay here, when a word
from you in the Court would clear you of all this."
"What word?" asked Ferris, suspecting a snare, and speaking
cautiously.
"Why! word where you were at the time of the murder. I know you did
not kill Miss Gilmar."
"How do you know that?" asked the young man, with a start.
"Because you were in the Grangebury Town Hall listening to the lecture
on Dickens," replied Gebb. "Mr. Alder told me."
"It is very kind of Alder to defend me," replied Ferris, frankly,
"Yes, Mr. Gebb, it is quite true. I was not near Miss Gilmar on that
night. I am innocent."
"Then why didn't you say so?"
"I did, several times."
"But why don't you produce your alibi?"
"Because I don't choose to," retorted Ferris, slowly, and turned sulky
again.
"So you are shielding your father, after all?"
"Who told you about my father?" he asked tremulously.
"Mr. Prain," said Gebb. "Your father is Dean, who swore to kill that
woman for accusing him of Kirkstone's murder. He escaped and killed
her and gave you the necklace, and you won't speak because you want to
save your father's neck."
"My father has nothing to do with it, Mr. Gebb. I did not get the
necklace from him. I don't know where he is. This is my last word,"
said Ferris, firmly. And it was.
Gebb begged and implored and threatened, but to no purpose. Whatever
Ferris knew he kept to himself.