THE WOMAN AT THE TABLE
She promised readily, not asking questions, for which he was grateful.
She knew there was something she could not penetrate, some mystery;
her curiosity was aroused but she restrained it.
"Thank you," he said. "I have good reasons for asking you to remain
silent; some day I will tell you them, whether my conjectures prove
right or wrong."
"I shall not ask your confidence," she said.
"I will give it to you. I would give it to you now if I thought it
would be of any use."
"I am sure you would."
"Rita----"
"Hallo, where are you, Picton?" shouted Dick.
"Here!" he called. "On the seat near the hedge."
"Oh, down there. Is Rita with you?"
"Yes."
"Sorry I shouted; hope I didn't disturb you," sang out Dick.
"Not in the least," said Picton; "we were just coming up."
"I wonder what he was going to tell me when he said 'Rita,'" she
thought as they walked up the hilly garden path.
Picton said he would rather return to the yacht for the night; he
loved being on the water, it always had a soothing effect and he was
not a good sleeper.
"I must be in tip-top condition for to-morrow--so much depends upon
it," he said, smiling.
Rita thought a good deal about her conversation with him when he left,
tried to puzzle out the mystery, but failed.
"I'll wait until he tells me," she said. "I wish Dick hadn't shouted
when he said 'Rita'; it interrupted a pleasant sentence. I wonder how
it would have finished?" and she smiled quietly to herself.
Dick drove them to Torquay, then returned home. Brack rowed them out
to the _Sea-mew_. He was loquacious as usual.
"Nice night, gents," he said.
"Beautiful, Brack. Isn't it rather dark though?" said Ben.
Picton seemed moody.
"Yes, there's no moon to speak of; it's darker than I've known it at
this time o' year."
The old fellow chatted until they came alongside.
Picton paid him and said good-night. Brack thanked him and said:
"Goin' to ride any winners to-morrow, sir?"
This roused him and he told Brack the names of the horses and the
races they were going for.
"You back The Rascal for the double if you can find any one to lay it
to you," said Picton.
"We've a bookie among us," said Brack. "He's a young 'un and as good
a sailor as the best of us, but he's artful, very artful, and he's had
many a bob out'er me, and the rest. I'd like to take him down, and I
will. The Rascal for the double, you said?"
"Yes, and here's half a sovereign to put on him," said Picton.
Brack gave an audible chuckle as he said: "Lor' love us, that'll just
about bust him if it comes off."
They laughed as he rowed away, whistling softly to himself.
"I'll turn in early," said Picton.
"The best thing you can do," said the Captain. "You seem a bit out of
sorts to-day."
"I am; I can't get the sound of the gun out of my ears."
Ben looked at him sympathetically.
"I knew what you meant, felt what you felt, when you spoke about it,"
he said.
"Strange some one should have escaped from Dartmoor a day or two
before," said Picton.
"Escapes are often occurring," said Ben.
"What did you think about that man on the road, who pushed through the
hedge to avoid us?" asked Picton.
"Didn't give it more than a passing thought," said Ben.
"What was the passing thought?"
"I said to myself, 'I wonder if that's the man who escaped?'"
"Good-night," said Picton; "I'll turn in."
"Good-night," said Ben, as he sat on a deck chair.
"He's in a curious mood to-night," he thought. "I'm sorry for him. We
ought not to have come here, it brings up painful recollections, the
vicinity of Dartmoor; and yet it has its compensations--there's Miss
Langford, lovely girl, and as nice as she looks. I hope he'll win
to-morrow, it will cheer him up."
Ben's mind went back to the time when Picton and Hector were lads
together, and the Admiral was alive. His heart was sore for Hector,
although he was half inclined to believe him guilty, but tried to
convince himself to the contrary by expressing his firm belief in his
innocence, in order to be of the same mind as Picton.
One thing Captain Ben had long determined upon: if ever he got a
chance, he would help Hector, no matter at what risk or cost. He was
a man who had run into many dangers, not useless dangers, necessary
perils, with his eyes open, knowing the consequences of failure,
therefore he was a brave man. Blindfolded, impetuous, blundering
rushes against great odds excite the admiration of the crowd, but it
is the Captain Bens who are to be relied upon in times of emergency.
The air became cooler. Ben rose from his chair and went to his cabin;
looking into Picton's as he passed, he was glad to see him asleep.
The _Sea-mew_ swung round with the tide, quietly, without a sound;
it was very still and calm; she looked like a dull white bird on the
water. So thought a man who crept stealthily along the wall toward the
inner harbor.
"I wish I were on her and out at sea," he muttered. He could just
discern her outline, the white hull and the lights.
He heard footsteps, a measured beat, a policeman, he knew by the
tread. He put his hand on the wall to steady himself, shivered, then
groaned. There was no getting out of it, he must face the man, and
it was late. He staggered forward with a drunken reel, but not too
unsteady on his legs. He lurched, just avoiding the constable, who
merely said: "Now, my man, get off home, and mind you keep quiet."
"All right, sir, I'm a'goin'," was the reply.
The constable moved on, blissfully ignorant that he had probably
missed a chance of promotion. The man walked past the pier, past
the Torbay Hotel, where there were lights in one of the rooms on the
ground floor, evidently a late supper party, at least so thought the
man outside. Do what he would, he could not resist the temptation to
cross the road and see what was going on. There was a chink in the
blind. At first he saw little, his eyes were curiously dim and heavy
from lack of sleep, gradually the mist in them lifted. He saw four
people seated at a table, brilliantly lighted, a dainty supper spread.
It was long since he had seen such things, but he had been used to
them. Naturally, being hungry, he looked at the well-laden table; then
his eyes went to the people sitting there, two men and two women. He
saw the men first, then one woman, then the other woman, and his eyes
started, his hands clenched, his face went livid, his teeth met with
a snap; for a moment he stood thus, regarding the woman with a fixed
stare of horror. She was a beautiful woman, voluptuous, with a luring
face, and eyes which knew every language in every tongue of unspoken
love. She was smiling into the eyes of the man at her side as she
toyed with a dainty morsel on a silver dessert fork. She was dressed
with excellent taste, expensively, not lavishly. She was a woman who
knew overdressing spells disaster. Her white teeth gleamed as she
smiled; the man at her side was lost in admiration--it was not
difficult to see that.
The man looking outside raised his clenched fists and said: "Is there
no God, no justice anywhere?"
As he spoke the woman dropped her fork and started, a shiver passed
over her. The man at her side hastily got up, brought her a wrap and
placed it on her shoulders. The man outside saw the fork fall, he saw
the wrap, and he muttered again: "There is a God, there is justice;
her conscience imprisons her as surely as----"
"Move on there! What are you lurking about here for?"
"All right, goin' 'ome, just met yer brother along there."
"He's not my brother," said the constable gruffly.
"Thought yer were all brothers, members of the same cloth, anyhow yer
all good sorts. Good-night."
"Be off home," said the constable, as he went on his way; and a second
man lost a chance of promotion that night.
"I must not run any more risks," thought the man, "but I'm glad I
crossed the road and looked in at that window. She suffers, she could
not have heard my voice, perhaps an internal justice carried it to her
and my words were whispered in her ears--such things have been known.
There she sits, feasting, surrounded by every comfort, but she's not
happy, she never will be, such women never are. God, to think what I
have gone through for her, what I have suffered! I have lived in hell,
in purgatory, and I ought to be on my way to heavenly peace. God, give
me a chance; I am an innocent man and You know it."
"Hallo, mate, where goin'? Yer a late bird," said Brack, as he knocked
against the man walking in a curiously wild way in the middle of the
road.
"Goin' 'ome," said the man.
"That'll not get over me; yer puttin' it on. I'm fra Yorkshire, and a
bit too cute for that."
"What d'yer mean?"
"That I've heard gents speak in my time, and I reckon you're one."
The man started; at first he was inclined to bolt; then as the light
of a lamp shone on Brack's face he saw it was honest, kindly, full of
charity, and through it he knew there was a big heart inside the rough
body.
"You are right," he said. "I was a gentleman, I hope I am one still,
although I have lived such a life that the wonder is I am not a
beast."
Brack looked hard at him; from his face his gaze wandered over his
body, then he looked at his hands; one was bound up, the other had
marks on it, deep marks, like the marks of teeth. Brack made up his
mind.
"Don't move," he said, "when I tell you something. I'm a man, not a
fiend, and I've an innocent brother over there," and he jerked his
hand in the direction of the moor far away. "Maybe you've seen him."
The man gasped--this old sailor knew! Should he--no, the face was
honest, he would trust him.
"Perhaps I have," he said.
"Are you the man that throttled that bloodhound?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because if you are I'd like to clasp yer hand and say I think yer
brave."
The man held out his bandaged hand; the old sailor took it in his big,
horny palm tenderly, pressing it gently.
"The other one," he said.
The man held out his other hand.
"I'm glad I've held 'em both, the hands that strangled that cursed
hound. Come along with me. I'll see yer safe, never fear. There's not
a man jack of 'em in Torquay or Princetown, or anywhere, would ever
suspect old Brack of harboring a--gentleman."
Without a word the man went with him. As he walked at the honest
Brack's side he thought: "My prayer has been answered."