The next day medical evidence was forthcoming as to the insanity of
David Powell, who had been removed to the County Asylum. Testimony was,
moreover, given by many persons showing that the preacher's mind had
long been disordered. Even the widow Thimbleby's evidence, given with
many tears, went to prove that. But she tried with all her might to bear
witness to his goodness, and clung loyally to her loving admiration for
his character. "He may not be quite in his right senses for matters of
this world," sobbed the poor woman, "and he has been sorely tormented by
taking up with these doctrines of election. But if ever there was an
angel sent down to suffer on this earth, and help the sorrowful, and
call sinners to repentance, Mr. Powell is that angel. I know what he is.
And I have had other lodgers--good, kind gentlemen, too; I don't say to
the contrary. But overboil their eggs in the morning, or leave a lump
in their feather-bed, and you'd soon get a glimpse of the old Adam. Now
with Mr. Powell, nothing put him out except sin; and even that did but
make him the more eager to save your soul."
Several witnesses who had testified on the previous day were
re-examined. And some new ones were found who swore to having met Mr.
Errington going along the road from his own house towards Whitford in
great agitation, and asking everyone he met if they had seen his wife.
The hour was such that to the best of their belief it was impossible he
should have had such an interview as Powell described, with the
deceased, between the time at which the cook swore he left his own house
and their meeting him in the road. On this point, however, the evidence
was somewhat conflicting. But the Whitford clocks were well known to be
conflicting also; St. Mary's being always foremost with its jangling
bell, the Town Hall clock coming next--except occasionally, when it
hastened to be first with apparently quite capricious zeal--and the
mellow chimes of St. Chad's, that were heard far over town and meadow,
closing the chorus with their sweet cadence.
There certainly appeared to be no cause, no conceivable motive for
Algernon Errington to have committed the crime. Many witnesses combined
to show with what sweetness and good-humour he bore his wife's jealous
tempers. And, besides, it was notorious that he had hoped through her
influence to obtain assistance and promotion from her uncle, Lord Seely.
Whereas, on the other hand, there did seem to be several motives at work
to induce the unfortunate lady to put an end to her own existence. There
could be little doubt that she had committed the post-office robberies,
and the fear of detection had weighed on her mind. Moreover, that she
had for some time past been made unhappy by jealousy and discontent, and
had contemplated making away with herself, was proved by several scraps
of writing besides that which her husband had found and produced at the
inquest the first day. In brief, no one was surprised when the foreman
of the coroner's jury delivered a verdict to the effect that the
deceased lady had committed suicide while under the influence of
temporary insanity; and added a few words stating the opinion of the
jury that Mr. Algernon Errington's character was quite unstained by the
accusation of a maniac, who had been proved to have been subject to
insane delusions for some time past. It was just the sort of verdict
that every one had expected, and the general sympathy with Algernon
still ran high.
As for him, he got away from the "Blue Bell" as quickly as possible
after the inquest was over, slipping away by a back door where a closed
fly was waiting for him. When he reached his home he locked himself
into the dining-room, and sat down on the sofa with closed eyes and his
body leaning listlessly against the cushions, as if all vital force were
gone from him. The prevailing--and, for a time, the only sensation he
felt was one of utter weariness. He was so completely exhausted that the
restful attitude, the silence, and the solitude seemed positive
luxuries. He was scarcely conscious of his escape. He felt merely that
the strain was over, and that voice, face, and limbs might sink back
from the terrible tension he had held them in to a natural lassitude.
But by-and-by he began to realise the danger he had passed, and to exult
in his new sense of freedom. Castalia being removed, it seemed as if all
troubles must be removed with her!
The funeral of Mrs. Algernon Errington was to take place on the
following day, and it was known that Lord Seely would be present at it
if it were possible for him to make the journey from London. It was said
that he had been very ill, but was now better, and would use his utmost
endeavours to pay that mark of respect to his niece's memory. Mrs.
Errington, indeed, talked of my lord's coming as a proof of his sympathy
with her boy. But the world knew better than that. It knew, by some
mysterious means, that Lord Seely had quarrelled with Algernon. And when
his lordship did appear in Whitford, and took up his quarters at the
"Blue Bell," rumours went about to the effect that he had refused to see
young Errington, and had remained shut up in his own room, attended by
his physician. This, however, was not true. Lord Seely had seen Algernon
and spoken with him. But he had not touched his proffered hand; he had
said no word to him of sympathy; he had barely looked at him. The poor
old man was overpowered by grief for Castalia, and it was in vain for
Algernon to put on a show of grief. About a matter of fact Lord Seely
would even now have found it difficult to think that Algernon was
telling him a point-blank lie; but on a matter of feeling it was
different. Algernon's words and voice rang false and hollow, and the old
man shrank from him.
Lord Seely had come down to Whitford on getting the news of Castalia's
terrible death, without knowing any particulars about it. Those were not
the days when the telegraph brought a budget of intelligence from the
most distant parts of the earth every morning. A few hurried and
confused lines were all that Lord Seely had received, but they were
sufficient to make him insist on performing the journey to Whitford at
once. Lady Seely had tried to impress on him the necessity of shaking
off young Errington now that Castalia was gone. "Wash your hands of him,
Valentine," my lady had said. "If poor Cassy _has_ done this desperate
deed, it's he that drove her to it--smooth-faced young villain!" To all
this Lord Seely had made no reply. But in his own mind he had almost
resolved to help Algernon to a place abroad. It was what his poor niece
would have desired.
But, then, after his arrival in Whitford all the painful details of the
coroner's inquest were made known to him. He made inquiries in all
directions, and learned a great deal about his niece's life in the
little town. The prominent feelings in his mind were pity and remorse.
Pity for Castalia's unhappy fate, and acute remorse for having been so
weak as to let her marriage take place without any attempt to interfere,
despite his own secret conviction that it was an ill-assorted and
ill-omened one. "You couldn't have helped it, my lord," said the
friendly physician, to whom he poured out some of the feelings that
oppressed his heart. "Perhaps not; perhaps not. But I ought to have
tried. My poor, dear, unhappy girl!"
On the day of the funeral Lord Seely stood side by side with Algernon at
Castalia's grave, in Duckwell churchyard. But, when it was over, they
parted, and drove back to Whitford in separate carriages. Lord Seely was
to return to London early the next morning, but before he went away he
determined to pay a visit to the county lunatic asylum and see David
Powell.
On the day of the funeral Algernon had spoken a few words to Lord Seely
about his wish to get away from the painful associations which must
henceforward haunt him in Whitford; and had reminded his lordship of the
promise made in London. But Lord Seely had made no definite answer, and,
moreover, he had said that, by his doctor's advice, he must decline a
visit which Algernon offered to make him that evening. Was the "pompous
little ass" going to throw him over after all?
In the course of that afternoon he heard that old Maxfield intended to
come down on him pitilessly for the full amount of the bills he held. A
reaction had set in in public sentiment. Tradesmen, who could not get
paid, and whose hopes of eventual payment were greatly damped by the
coolness of Lord Seely's behaviour to his nephew-in-law, began to feel
their indignation once more override their compassion. The two servants
at Ivy Lodge asked for their wages, and declared that they did not wish
to remain there another week. Algernon's position at the post-office was
forfeited. He knew that he could not keep it even if he would.
It began to appear that the removal of Castalia had not, after all,
removed all troubles from her husband's path!
But the heaviest blow of all was to come.
Lord Seely left Whitford without seeing him again, and sent back
unopened a note, which Algernon had written, begging for an interview,
with these words written outside the cover in a trembling hand: "_Dare
not to write to me or importune me more._"
Algernon received this late at night; and before noon the next day the
fact was known all over Whitford. People began to say that Lord Seely
had obtained access to David Powell, had spoken with him, and had gone
away convinced of the substantial truth of his testimony; that his
lordship had left orders that Powell should lack no comfort or attention
which his unhappy state permitted of his enjoying; and that he had
strongly expressed his grateful sense of the poor preacher's efforts to
save his niece.
From London Lord Seely--who had heard that Miss Bodkin had visited
Duckwell Farm while his niece lay dead there, and had placed flowers on
her unconscious breast--sent a mourning-ring and a letter, the contents
of which Minnie communicated to no one but her parents. Nevertheless,
its contents were discussed pretty widely, and were said to be of a
nature very damnatory to Algernon Errington's character. However, the
painful things that were said in Whitford could not hurt him, for he had
gone--disappeared in the night like a thief, as his creditors said--and
no one could say whither.