CAPTAIN FRAZIER PLOTS AGAIN.
We must return to Captain Frazier, whom we left standing at the gate
when he had parted from the minister, who had gone into the Varrick
mansion to make arrangements for the wedding which was to take place on
the morrow.
"Gerelda must have made herself known to them by this time, and a lively
scene is probably ensuing," he muttered. "I should like to have seen
Varrick when Gerelda confronted him, and cheated him out of Jessie Bain.
In that moment, perhaps, it occurred to him what I must have suffered
when he cheated me out of winning lovely Gerelda Northrup at the
Thousand Islands last summer--curse him for it! How strange it is that
from that very date my life went all wrong! I invested every dollar I
had in that stone house on Wau-Winet Island, and that fire wiped me out
completely. I have had the devil's own luck with everything I touched.
Everything has gone back on me, every scheme has fallen through, and the
best of plans panned out wrong. I should say that I am pursued by a
relentless Nemesis. I am growing desperate. Why should Hubert Varrick
have so much of this world's good things and I so little? I am reduced
to very near my last dollar. I have scarcely enough in my pocket to pay
a week's lodging; and when that goes, the Lord knows what the outcome of
it will be. Up to date, I am 'too proud to beg, too honest to steal,' as
the old song goes; but when a man reaches the end of his resources
there's no telling what he may do."
He walked away swiftly among the trees and threaded his way quickly
through the net-work of streets, until he found himself at last standing
before a dingy little two-story brick house in a narrow court. Advancing
hurriedly up to the stone flagging, he knocked loudly. There was no
response.
"Evidently no one is in," he muttered. "I will call later in the
evening."
He retraced his steps back to the heart of the city, and feeling
exceedingly fatigued, he entered a _cafe_.
"I have almost got to the end of my rope," he muttered, mechanically
picking up a newspaper. "If my luck doesn't change within the next few
days, I shall do something so desperate that people will never forget
the name of Captain Frazier."
He ran his eye idly down the different columns. Suddenly a paragraph
attracted his attention. He read it over slowly half a dozen times;
then, without waiting to partake of the repast he had ordered, he
hurried to the desk, paid his bill, and rushed out into the street.
"I have no time to lose," he muttered; "this country is getting too hot
for me. I must get away at once. If I but had the wherewith I would take
the first outgoing steamer. What a capital idea it would be!" he cried,
laughing aloud, grimly. "If I could manage to abduct Hubert Varrick's
intended bride and hold her for a ransom? I made a success of it with
Gerelda Northrup when she stood at the very altar with him; and what a
man does once he can do again. The first time it was done for love's
sake; now it would be a question of money with me. I have but little
time to lose."
Again he made his way to the lonely, red-brick house on the side street,
taking good care that he was not observed. In response to his repeated
knocks, the door was opened at length by a small, dark-complexioned man.
"Captain Frazier! by all that's amazing!" he cried. "When did you blow
into port, I should like to know?"
"I came in this morning," was the reply.
"I am never quite sure what you want of me," replied the other, eyeing
the captain suspiciously in the dim twilight. "But come in--come in," he
added, hastily. "We are just sitting down to supper. Come and take
something with us, if you're not too proud to sit at our humble table."
"I've got over being proud long ago," said the captain, following the
other along a very narrow hall.
The interior of the room into which he was ushered bespoke the fact that
it was inhabited by men--presumably sailors, from the nautical
implements thrown promiscuously about. It was unoccupied, and Captain
Frazier took his seat at the head of the table.
"Some of the boys left very hurriedly when they heard the loud,
resounding knock on the front door," his companion said, laughingly, as
he heaped the tempting viands on Frazier's plate.
The captain, whose appetite had been sadly neglected, paid great
attention to the savory dishes before him.
"We have been accustomed to talking and eating at the same time," he
began.
"Of course," returned the other.
"When do you make your next trip out?"
"In a week's time, probably, if all is favorable."
"I think I shall ship with you," said the captain. "This part of the
country is getting too unsafe for me. I see by to-day's paper that they
are searching for me."
"Well, you must have expected that."
"Yes, I have determined to leave the country," Captain Frazier repeated;
"but I do not propose to go alone."
His companion looked at him curiously, wondering what was coming; then,
leaning nearer him, the captain whispered a plot in his ear that made
his friend open his heavy eyes wide in amazement.
"I haven't a cent of money," admitted the captain; "but if you will work
with me, you shall have half the ransom."
"A woman is a nuisance on board of a boat like ours," said the other;
"but if you are sure so large an amount will be paid for her return, it
will be well worth working for."
An hour longer they conferred, and when Frazier left the red-brick house
on the side street, the most daring plan the brain of man had ever
conceived was well-nigh settled.
When the hour of eleven struck clear and sharp, Captain Frazier was
standing silently before the Varrick mansion. In making a tour of the
grounds, much to Frazier's amazement, he found the rear door ajar.
"The devil helps his own," he muttered, sarcastically. "I imagined that
I should have a serious time in gaining admittance, when lo! the portals
are thrown open for the wishing."
He made his way through the dimly lighted corridors, dodging into the
first door that presented itself when he heard the sound of voices
approaching.
He found himself in the library, and had just time to dodge behind a
_jardiniere_ on a heavy, square pedestal, which was placed in a recess
in the wall, when Hubert Varrick entered. He was followed a moment later
by his mother. He heard him talk over his future plans for the coming
marriage on the morrow, and a great wonder filled his mind. Had not
Gerelda seen him yet?
It had been many hours since he himself had seen her enter those very
gates. While he was thinking over the matter, Hubert's mother left the
room. Much to the watcher's discomfiture, Hubert Varrick did not follow,
but instead, threw himself down in an easy-chair before the glowing
grate-fire, and lighted a cigar.
Scarcely a moment had elapsed ere he heard the sound of cautious
footsteps. Peering again out of the foliage which concealed him so well,
he saw Gerelda cautiously approach through the open door-way, and again
he was compelled to be a listener to all that transpired.
Then, like a flash, came the terrible _denouement_, and Frazier,
crouching behind the huge pillar, distinctly saw the butler enter and he
witnessed the crime. He tried to prevent it by springing forward in time
to save the hapless girl, but he seemed powerless to move either hand or
foot. He could not have taken one step had his very life depended on it.
And when the terrible crime had been committed, and people flocked to
the room, he dared not come forward, lest he should be accused of the
horrible crime himself. In the great excitement he soon made his escape,
though it was not until he found himself several blocks from the scene
of the catastrophe that he dared stop to take breath.
The next day the captain made another visit to the little stone house,
assuring his friends that this would make no difference in their plans,
that, as soon as the excitement subsided, he would carry out his
original scheme.
A week passed by, and during that time Captain Frazier, prowling
incessantly about the neighborhood, watched carefully his opportunity to
meet Jessie Bain.
The owner of a little sloop lying under cover down the bay was greatly
annoyed at the loss of time; he was waiting too long, he told Frazier
repeatedly, declaring at length that unless Frazier could manage to gain
possession of the girl that very night that he would have to sail
without her. This decision made Captain Frazier desperate, for he was
now reduced to his last penny.
It was no easy matter to gain an entrance into the Varrick mansion a
second time, and no one but the most desperate man in the world would
have thought of attempting it; but, as on a former occasion, at last
fate aided him.
The drawing-room being considered too warm, one of the servants threw
open a large French window to cool off the apartment. This was Frazier's
chance. Like a shadow he stole into the room.
It was no easy matter to make out in which room he should find Jessie
Bain. At length the sound of light, measured footsteps in a room he was
just passing fell upon his keen ear. He pushed the door cautiously open.
All was darkness within, save a narrow strip of light that came from the
closely drawn _portieres_ of an inner apartment. Applying his eye to a
small slit in the heavy velvet, he saw the object of his search. She was
bending over a woman's form lying on a couch, a form he knew to be
Gerelda's, while standing a little distance from them was a doctor
mixing a potion. He heard him give Jessie Bain strict injunctions
regarding the administration of it; then he saw the physician take his
leave.
For a moment a death-like silence reigned in the room.
"Let me implore you," sobbed Jessie, "to save the man you love from the
terrible fate that awaits him."
"I would not lift my finger or my voice to save him. If I must die, it
is a satisfaction to me to know that he must die too!" whispered
Gerelda.
"Cruel, cruel creature!" cried Jessie. "May Heaven find pardon for you,
for I can not. I will ask no more for mercy at your hands. But hear me!
I will save Hubert Varrick if it lies within human power. I will find a
way; he shall not die, I swear it!"
A gleam crept into Gerelda's eyes.
"He is beyond your aid!" she cried, excitedly, half rising on her
pillow. The effort this cost her proved almost too much for her. A
dangerous whiteness overspread her face, and she fell back fainting, a
small stream of blood trickling from her lips. Jessie sprang quickly to
her feet, and administered a cordial from a small vial.
At that moment the doctor entered. He was alarmed at the expression on
his patient's face.
"There has been a sudden change for the worse," he declared. "Still, I
knew it would come sooner or later. I said from the first, if she lived
the week out I should be surprised. I see now that the end is very near.
When the sun rises on the morrow, her spirit will have reached its last
resting-place, poor soul. You will need to exert extra care over her
to-night, Miss Bain."
Soon after he took his departure, and once more Jessie was left alone
with the girl whom Hubert Varrick had wedded, but did not love--the girl
who had blasted all the happiness this world held for her. Yet she felt
sorry from the depths of her soul that the girl's life was ebbing away
so fast.
Midnight struck, and the little hands of the cuckoo-clock on the mantel
crept slowly round to one. Still there was no change, save that the
white face on the pillow grew whiter, with a tinge of gray on it now.
The clock on the mantel seemed to tick louder and louder, and cry out
hoarsely:
"Time is fleeing fast! It will soon be too late for Gerelda to clear
Hubert Varrick and save him from a felon's death!"
Jessie Bain paced the floor up and down, in agony.
Suddenly a thought came to her--a thought so terrible that it nearly
took her breath away.
"I will try it," whispered Jessie, hoarsely.
She crept pantingly across the room to an escritoire which stood in the
corner. Raising the lid, she drew from it a sheet of paper and a pen,
and catching up a tiny ink-well, she hurried back to the bedside.
Bending with palpitating heart over the still form lying there, Jessie
Bain muttered:
"No one will ever know," taking a quick glance about the room. "Gerelda
and I are all alone together--all alone!"
Thrusting the pen in the limp fingers, Jessie Bain dipped it in the ink,
and with her own hand guided the hand of Gerelda, making her write the
following words on the white paper:
"VARRICK MANSION, _February 23d_, 1909.
"To those whom it may concern: I, Gerelda Varrick, lying on my
death-bed, and realizing that the end may come at any moment, wish
to clear from any suspicion, Hubert Varrick. I do solemnly swear
it was not he who struck the fatal blow at me which ends my life.
It was some stranger, to me unknown.
"[Signed] GERELDA VARRICK.
"Witnessed by ----."
And here Jessie took the pen from the limp fingers affixing her own
signature--"JESSIE BAIN."
The deed was done. Jessie drew a long, deep breath, ere she could reach
forth to secure the all-important paper, a great faintness seized her,
and throwing up her hands, she fell in a dead faint beside Gerelda's
bed.
Scarcely a moment had elapsed ere the _portieres_ that shut off an inner
room were thrust quickly aside by a man's hand.