'STRANGE! MISTAKEN! HEARTLESS!'
I was not disappointed in my interview with the up-town jeweller, who,
being as real as the World's Fair itself, must not be named.
In order to identify the jewel offered by the strange woman, I took
Monsieur Lausch with me, and he at once declared the description of
the emerald to correspond precisely with the one stolen from him, and
when I had listened to the description of the woman who had offered
the gem, I was quite as confident that this person was the brunette
and no other.
True, she had assumed a foreign accent and had laid aside her rather
jaunty dress for a more sober and foreign-looking attire; she had made
herself up, in fact, as a German woman, well dressed after the fashion
of the German bourgeois; but she had added nothing to her face save a
pair of gold-framed spectacles; and while I kept my knowledge to
myself, I felt none the less sure that I had another link ready for
the chain I was trying to forge for this troublesome brunette, who was
so busy casting her shadows across my path and disarranging my plans.
The writer of the anonymous letter, for such it was, turned out to be
a practical jeweller in the employ of a certain jewel merchant, and I
never knew whether he had made his employer's purchase known to us for
the sake of the reward, or to gratify some personal spite or sense of
injury. Whichever it may have been, it concerned us little. We gave
him our word not to use his name in approaching his employer, and our
promise of a suitable reward should we find his story of use upon
further investigation, and then we sought the purchaser of the jewel.
With him we dealt very cavalierly. We knew, no matter how, that he had
purchased an emerald of value, we told him; and I further added that
he had bought it from an accomplice, knowing that such an accusation
would soonest bring about the desired result, as indeed it did.
A sight of the jewel sent Monsieur Lausch into raptures and rages. It
was the lost emerald, the finest of them all!
That he could not at once carry away the gem somewhat modified the
rapture, but we came away quite satisfied on the whole, he that the
emerald would soon be restored to him, and I that I at last knew how
to deal with the brunette--always provided I should find her again
after the events of the day and night previous.
* * * * *
On the second day after his plunge into the lagoon I took Miss Jenrys
and her aunt to see the injured guard, who was booked at the hospital
as 'Carr.'
The blow upon the head had resulted first in unconsciousness, and
later in a mild form of delirium. I had made a preparatory visit to
the hospital, and was able to tell Miss Jenrys that the patient would
not recognise her or any of us.
I thought that she seemed almost relieved at this intelligence,
especially after I had assured her that the surgeon in charge had
assured me that the delirium was much to be preferred as a less
dangerous symptom than the lethargy of the first twenty-four hours.
'Mr. Masters,' she had said to me on our way to the hospital, 'there
is one thing which I overlooked in telling you what I could about--Mr.
Lossing. I--I trust you have not told them at the hospital, or
anywhere, that he is not what he has represented himself.'
I hastened to assure her that this secret rested still between us two,
and she drew a quick breath of relief.
'If he should die,' I added, watching furtively the sudden paling of
her fair cheek, 'it would become my duty and yours to tell the truth,
all of it. As he seems likely to recover, we may safely let the
disclosure rest with him.'
'I am glad!' she said. 'So long as he chooses to be--Mr. Carr, I
cannot of course claim his acquaintance. You--you are sure he will not
know me?'
'Quite sure,' I replied; and she said no more until we had reached the
hospital.
We were asked to wait for a few moments in the outer office or
reception room. The doctor was occupied for the moment, the attendant
said, but an instant later the same attendant beckoned me outside.
'Come this way a moment,' he whispered. 'The doctor wishes to speak
with you.'
I murmured an excuse to the ladies, and went to the doctor in his
little private room near by.
'When you were here,' he began, putting out his hand to me, 'I was
preoccupied and you were in haste. There is something concerning our
patient that you, as his friend, must know. By the way, has he any
nearer friends than yourself at hand?'
'I believe not,' I replied briefly. 'I hope he is not worse, doctor?'
'No, not that, though he's bad enough. But you remember the sailors
who came with you said that he had struck against the boat in falling,
and we decided, rather hastily, that this was the cause of the wound
and swelling. In fact, it was the swelling which misled us. We could
not examine closely until it was somewhat reduced; but this morning,
after the wound was washed and cleansed for the new dressing, I found
that the hurt upon the head was caused, not by contact with a blunt
piece of wood, but by something hard, sharp, and somewhat uneven of
surface; a stone, I should say, or a piece of old iron--a blow, in
fact.'
'Ah!' the sudden thought that came to me caused me to start; but after
a moment I said:
'I do not doubt it. The fellows that made the attack are equal to
worse things than that. I think, from what I know and guess at, the
weapon may have been a sling of stones or bits of iron, tied in an old
bandana.'
I did not tell him that this was said to be one of Greenback Bob's
favourite modes of attack, and of defence, too, when otherwise
unarmed. In fact, I said nothing to further indicate my knowledge of
the assailants of our patient. But I got back to the ladies at once,
after thanking the doctor, telling myself that his information would
make the charge against the miscreants, when captured, stronger and
more serious, if that were needful.
When Miss Jenrys stood by the cot where the injured man lay, pallid
and weak, with great dark lines beneath his eyes and his head swathed
in bandages, I saw her start and shiver, and the slight colour in an
already unusually pale face fade out, leaving her cheek as white as
that upon the pillow. The small hand clenched itself until the dainty
glove was drawn to the point of bursting; the lips trembled, and the
tears stood in the sweet eyes. She turned to the physician, and drew
back a little as the head upon the pillow moved restlessly.
'I--I have not seen him for some time. Do--do you think it could
possibly startle him--if--if he should recognise me?'
'If it were possible, which, I fear, it is not--now--there is nothing
that would benefit him so much.'
She went close to the cot then, and, bending down, looked into the
restless blue eyes.
'How do you do?' she said clearly.
The restless eyes were still for a moment; then the head upon the
pillow moved as if essaying a bow, and the right hand was feebly
lifted.
She took his hand as if in greeting, and said again, speaking softly
and clearly:
'Won't you go and speak with my Aunt Charlotte?'
A startled look came into the eyes; a look of distress crossed the
face. He made a feeble gesture with the right hand; a great sigh
escaped his lips, and then they parted.
'Strange,' they muttered feebly, 'cruel--mistaken--heartless!' His
hand dropped heavily, and, quick as thought, Miss Jenrys lifted her
head and drew back, her face one rosy glow from temples to chin; and
now the sweet Quakeress interposed with womanly tact:
'He does not know thee, dear; and perhaps our presence may disturb
him, in this weakened state.' She bent over the sick man for a moment,
scanned the pale, handsome features closely, gently put back a stray
lock of hair that had escaped from beneath the bandage and lay across
the white full temple. Then she turned to the doctor:
'In the absence of nearer friends, doctor, we will stand in their
stead. Will you give him your best care and let nothing be lacking?
When we can serve him in any manner, thee will inform us through Mr.
Masters, I trust; and, with your permission, I will call to ask after
him each day until he is better.'
Sweet soul! How plain to me was the whole tender little episode! I
could imagine June Jenrys telling the story of her rupture with young
Lossing as frankly as she had written it to her friend Hilda O'Neil,
and more explicitly, with fuller detail. I could fancy the sweet
sympathy and tender admonitions of the elder woman; and here, before
me, was the visible proof of how she had interpreted the heart of the
girl, at once so proud, so honest, and so fearless in an emergency
like this.
Had the sweet little Quakeress come to the bedside of this suffering
young stranger because he was a fellow being, friendless, alone, and
in need of help and kindly care, or had she come because she believed
that June Jenrys possessed a heart whose monitions might be trusted,
and that the man she had singled out from among many as the one man in
the world must be a man indeed?
Be this as it would, and whatever the frame of mind in which she
approached that white cot at her niece's side, I knew, by the
lingering touch upon the pale forehead, the deft, gentle, and quite
unconscious smoothing of the white counterpane across his breast, that
the pale, unknowing face had won its way, and that what she took away
from that hospital ward was not the tenderly carried burden of
another's interest and another's anxiety, but a personal interest and
a personal liking that could be trusted to sustain itself and grow
apace in that tender woman's heart.
We were a very silent party as we came away from the hospital. June
Jenrys looked as if the word 'heartless' were yet sounding in her
ears. I was assuring myself that it was best not to speak of what the
surgeon had told me, and the little Quakeress was evidently quite lost
to herself in her thoughts of, and for, others. As I took my leave of
them, Miss Ross put out her hand, and, after thanking me for my
escort, said:
'I will not trouble thee to accompany me to-morrow; I know the way
perfectly, and can go very well by myself. Indeed I prefer to do so. I
shall not even let June here accompany me--at first.'