Friends in Council.
Rathbeal presented himself at Mrs. Flower's room as the clock struck
nine. In anticipation of his visit, the woman had "tidied" up the
apartment, and Little Prue looked quite neat, with her hands and face
washed, and her hair properly combed and brushed. Rathbeal's two
shillings had enabled them to have a sufficient breakfast, and the
child, naturally shy, raised her eyes gratefully to her benefactor.
"Well, little one," he said, pinching her cheek, "do you feel better
this morning?"
"Oh, ever so much, sir!" replied Little Prue.
He looked round for Martha, and Mrs. Flower told him sorrowfully that
her sister had not come back.
"I shall be worried out of my life till I see her, sir," she said.
"We will try and find her for you," he said. "And now tell me
everything you know concerning her."
She related all that she had learned from Martha; and when she had
done he plied her with questions, which she answered freely. Having
obtained all the information it was in her power to give him, and
leaving his address with her, he rode to Craven Street, his
appointment with John Dixon having been made for an early hour. He was
received with cordiality all John Dixon's suspicions being now quite
dispelled.
"I recognized Robert Grantham the moment I saw him," he said, "thanks
to his wearing no hair on his face; but it bears the marks of deep
suffering."
"He has passed through the fire," said Rathbeal. "I have more news for
you. Another weapon against Mr. Fox-Cordery is placed in our hands."
With that he gave an account of his adventures with Martha and Little
Prue, to which John Dixon listened with grave attention, and then said
he had also news to impart.
"It will be necessary, I think," he said, "to strike earlier than we
expected. You will be surprised to hear that I expect shortly to be
connected with Mr. Fox-Cordery by marriage. I have no wish to spare
him on that account, but for the sake of my intended wife I should
wish, if possible, to avoid a public exposure. Justice must be done to
Robert Grantham and his wife and child--that is imperative; and if we
can compel Mr. Fox-Cordery privately to make some reparation to the
poor woman who has so strangely been introduced into this bad
business, so much the better. It is likely, however, that she will
disappear from the scene; my opinion is that she will not return to
her sister. So far as she is concerned, there is no law to touch her
betrayer: her case, unhappily, is a common one, and he can snap his
fingers at her; and, moreover, if she personally annoy him, he can
prosecute her. But he may be willing to sacrifice something to prevent
his name being dragged into the papers. As for any punishment he may
have incurred for his infamous conduct toward the Granthams, the
choice of visiting it upon him must be left to your friend. Speaking
as a lawyer, we have no standing in the matter: it is not us he has
wronged; we are simple lookers on."
"May I ask how you expect to be connected with Mr. Fox-Cordery by
marriage?"
"There is now no secret about it. He has a sister, whom he has
oppressed after his own brutal fashion since she was a child. That two
natures so opposite as theirs should be born of the same parents is a
mystery beyond my comprehension, but so it is. She is the
personification of sweetness and charity, but I will not dilate upon
her virtues. It is enough that I am engaged to be married to her, and
that the engagement is viewed with intense dislike by her brother and
her mother, both of whom would, I have not the least doubt, he
rejoiced to hear that I had met my death in a railway accident or by
some equally agreeable means. It is, I believe, chiefly because of her
liking for my intended wife that Mrs. Grantham accepted the invitation
of Mr. Fox-Cordery to become a guest in the house by the river which
he has taken for the summer months. Besides, you must bear in mind
that he is Mrs. Grantham's business agent, and that she is ignorant of
his true character. I have an idea that her eyes are being opened, for
I have received a letter from my intended this morning in which she
informs me that Mrs. Grantham is in great trouble, and wishes to
consult me privately. She asks me to meet her to-night near her
brother's house, when I shall hear what the trouble is. I am prepared
for some fresh villainy on the part of Mr. Fox-Cordery, who has
entertained a passion for Mrs. Grantham for years. He knew her in her
maiden days, and would have paid open suit to her, but her love was
given to Robert Grantham."
"Do you tell me that he desires to marry her now?"
"I understand from Charlotte--the name of my intended; I cannot speak
of her as Miss Fox-Cordery, there is something hateful in the
name--that it is his ardent wish, and that he has set his heart
upon it. That may be the reason for his taking the house by the river
and for his wish to make Mrs. Grantham his guest there. Part of a
plan--and his plans are generally well laid. He hoped to bring his
suit to a happy ending, for him, before the termination of her visit."
"But Robert Grantham lives!" exclaimed Rathbeal.
"He believes him to be dead, remember; you yourself told me so."
"Yes, yes; I was forgetting for the moment. I see now why he came to
me; the motive of all his actions is clear. But this must not be
allowed to go on any longer. In justice to her, in justice to Robert,
the truth must no longer be withheld."
"My own opinion: there has been but little time lost; it is only
yesterday that you and I first met. My idea is, to bring matters to a
conclusion this very night. I shall go to meet my intended, and hear
what she has to say. I am not sure whether Mrs. Grantham will be with
her. If she is not, I will not leave without an interview in which she
shall learn the solemn truth. It will be a difficult task to prepare
her for it, but it is a duty that must be performed. Meanwhile you
must prepare Robert Grantham for the wonderful happiness in store for
him. Do you think it advisable that we shall go down together?"
"It will be best; and on our way we can determine upon our course of
action. I imagine that we shall have to keep in the background until
we receive an intimation from you to appear; but we can talk of all
that by-and-by. I have paved the way with Robert already, and he is
now impatiently awaiting me. Ah-ha! Mr. Fox-Cordery, when you weave a
web, nothing ever escapes from it! A stronger hand than yours has
woven for you a web, and scattered yours to the four winds of heaven.
I have tortured him already with letters, trusting to Fate to aid me,
and he stands, unmasked, defeated, disgraced for evermore."
This outburst was enigmatical to John Dixon, but time was too valuable
for him to ask for an explanation. There was much to do, and every
minute of the day would be occupied. He made an appointment to meet
Rathbeal and Grantham in the evening, and they parted to go upon their
separate tasks.