CHAPTER XXX.

DEVLIN'S LAST SCHEME.

I tried the door of the room in which I had left Devlin and Mr.

Kenneth Dowsett. It was locked.

"Enter," said Devlin, unlocking the door.

They were both in the room, Devlin smiling and unruffled, Mr. Dowsett

in the full possession of his senses, and terribly ill at ease.

He turned like death when he saw me.

"This gentleman," said Devlin, "is angry at being detained by me, and

would have resorted to violence if he thought it would serve his

purpose. I have waited for your return to decide what to do."

"You shall pay for this," Mr. Dowsett managed to say, "you and your

confederate. If there is justice in this world, I will make you smart

for your unlawful proceedings."

"There _is_ justice in the world," I said calmly, "as you shall find."

He was silent. With a weight of guilt upon his soul, he did not know

how to reply to this remark. But he managed presently to ask:

"How long do you intend to detain me?"

"You shall know soon," I said; and, by a gesture, I intimated to

Devlin that I wished to confer with him alone.

He accompanied me from the room, and we stood in the passage, keeping

guard upon the door, which Devlin locked from the outside.

"There are no means of escape from within," he said. "I have seen to

that."

In a low tone I told him what I had done, and he approved.

"The question now is," I said, "what step are we next to take?"

"There lies the difficulty," replied Devlin. "You see my dear sir, we

have no evidence upon which to arrest him."

"No evidence!" I cried. "Is there not his own confession of guilt?"

Devlin shook his head. "Spiritual evidence only, my dear sir. Not

admissible in any court of law in the world. Impossible to obtain his

arrest in a foreign country upon such a slender thread. He might bring

the same accusation against us, and we might all be thrown into gaol,

and kept there for months. That is not what I bargained for. Our best

plan will be to get him back to England; then you can take some

practicable step."

"But how to manage that?" I asked.

"It can be managed, I think," said Devlin. "I have a scheme. He knows

nothing of the confession he has made. Lizzie Melladew's name has not

been mentioned between us. It is only his fears and my strength of

will that make him tractable. Before I put my scheme into operation,

go up-stairs to see if his wife and daughter are in the house. I have

my suspicions that they have flown. You will find me here when you

come down."

I ran up-stairs to the apartments occupied by Mrs. Dowsett. Devlin's

suspicions were confirmed. The two women were gone. There were

evidences around of a hasty flight, the most pregnant of them being a

small box which had been broken open. I judged immediately that this

was the box which had contained the two thousand sovereigns; and,

indeed, I found two of the sovereigns under a couch, whither they had

rolled while the bulk was being taken out. The conclusion I came to

was, that the women, frightened that all was discovered, as I had

informed them, had broken open the box, and, packing the gold away

upon their persons, had taken to flight, leaving Mr. Dowsett to his

fate.

I went down to Devlin, and acquainted him with the result of my

investigation.

"Quite as I expected," he said. "Let them go for the present. Our

concern is with the man inside. I am going to put my scheme into

operation. What is the time?"

"Five minutes past two," I replied, looking at my watch.

"In capital time," said Devlin. "Wait you here until half-past two.

Then go in to Mr. Dowsett, and apologise to him for the indignity to

which he has been subjected. He will fume and threaten; let him. Be

you humble and contrite, and say that you are very, very sorry. Throw

all the blame upon me: say that I have deceived you, imposed upon you,

robbed you--anything that comes to your mind. To me it matters not; it

will assist our scheme. There is no fear of Mr. Dowsett not waiting

till you go in to him; he is frightened out of his life. Your humble

attitude will give him courage; he will think himself safe."

"I cannot imagine," I said, "how this will help us."

"Don't imagine," said Devlin curtly. "Leave all to me. The first thing

Mr. Dowsett will do when he finds himself free will be to go up to the

rooms in which he left the three women who accompanied him here.

Meanwhile, you will keep watch outside the house; but on no account

must he see you. Trust to me for the rest."

He had served me so faithfully up to this point that I trusted him

unhesitatingly. As he had prophesied, Mr. Dowsett kept quiet within

the room. Listening at the door, I heard him moving softly about, but

he made no attempt to come out. At half-past two I entered the room,

and followed Devlin's instructions to the letter. Mr. Dowsett, his

courage restored, immediately began to bluster and threaten. I

listened submissively, and made pretence of being greatly distressed.

When he had exhausted himself, I left him with further profuse

expressions of regret, and as I issued from the house I saw him

mounting the stairs to his wife's apartments.

Emerging into the Rue de la Paix, I planted myself in a spot from

which I had a clear view of the house, and was myself concealed from

observation. Scarcely was I settled in my position when I saw a man,

with a telegram in his hand, enter the house. He remained there a very

few moments, and then came out and walked away, having, presumably,

delivered his message. Within a space of five minutes, Mr. Dowsett,

holding the telegram, came forth, and, casting sharp glances around,

quickly left the Rue de la Paix. Before he had turned the corner,

Devlin joined me, humming a French song. Together we followed Mr.

Dowsett at a safe distance.

"My scheme is alive," he said.

I asked him to explain it to me.

"You saw the messenger," he said, "enter with a telegram. You saw him

leave without it. You saw Mr. Dowsett come out with the telegram. It

was from his wife."

"From his wife?"

"Sent by me. The telegram was to the effect that something had

occurred which had induced her to leave Boulogne immediately, and that

she, her daughter, and the young lady with them (I was careful not to

mention her name, you see) would be in Ramsgate, waiting for him. He

was to come by the afternoon boat, and she would meet him on the pier.

See, he is entering the shipping-office now, to secure his passage."

"What are we to do?"

"We travel in the same boat, going aboard at the last moment. After

the boat has started--not before--he will know that we are

fellow-passengers."

All happened as Devlin had arranged. By his skilful pioneering we did

not lose sight of Mr. Dowsett until he stepped aboard the boat, and I

inferred from his manner that by that time he had regained confidence,

and deemed his secret safe. When we slipped on deck, at the very

moment of starting, Mr. Dowsett was below in the saloon.

There were not many passengers, and the French coast was still in view

when Mr. Dowsett came up from the saloon and stood by the bulwarks,

within a yard or two of the seat upon which we were sitting. We did

not speak, but sat watching him. Turning, he saw us.

"You here!" he cried.

"By your leave," I replied.

"Not by my leave," he said. "Why are you following me?"

"Have you any reason," I said, "for suspecting that you are being

followed?"

"I was a fool to ask the question," he said, turning abruptly away.

I did not speak, but kept my eyes upon him. I was determined not to

lose sight of him for another moment. Some understanding of this

determination seemed to dawn upon him; he looked at me two or three

times with wavering eyes, and presently, summoning all his courage to

his aid, he stared me full in the face. I met his gaze sternly,

unflinchingly, until I compelled him to lower his eyes. Then he

suddenly went down into the saloon. I stepped swiftly after him, and

Devlin accompanied me. For the purpose of testing me, he turned and

ascended again to the deck. We followed him.

"Perhaps," he said, "you will explain what you mean by this conduct?"

"What need to ask?" I replied. "Let your conscience answer."

"It is an outrage," he said, after a pause. "If you continue to annoy

me, I shall appeal to the captain."

"Do so," I said, "and prepare to meet at once the charge I shall bring

against you."

He did not dare to inquire the nature of the charge. He did not dare

to move or speak again. Sullenly, and with an inward raging, the

traces of which he could not disguise, he remained by the bulwarks,

staring down at the water.

Suddenly there was a lull aboard. The machinery stopped working.

"Some accident," said Devlin, and went to ascertain its nature.

Returning, he said, "We shall be delayed a couple of hours, most

likely. It will be dark night, when we arrive."

It was as he said. For two hours or more we made no progress; then,

the necessary repairs having been made, we started again. By that time

it was evening. And still Mr. Dowsett neither moved or spoke.

Night crept on; there was no moon, and not a star visible in the dark

sky; it was black night. Mr. Dowsett strove to take advantage of this

to evade and escape from us, but we kept so close to him that we could

have touched him by the movement of a finger; where he glided, we

glided; and still he uttered not a word.

We stood in a group alone, isolated as it were, from the other

passengers. After repeated attempts to slip from us, Mr. Dowsett

remained still again. In the midst of the darkness Devlin's voice

stole upon our ears.

"Short-sighted fool," he said, "to think that crime can be for ever

successfully hidden. Wherever man moves, the spirit of committed evil

accompanies him, and leads him to his doom. His peril lies not only in

mortal insight, but in the unseen, mysterious agencies, by which he is

surrounded. Blood for blood; it is the immutable law; and if by some

human failure he for a time evades his punishment at the hand of man,

he suffers a punishment more terrible than human justice can execute

upon him. Waking or sleeping, it is ever with him. Look out upon the

darkness, and behold, rising from the shadows, the form of the

innocent girl whose life you took. To the last moment of your life her

spirit shall accompany you; till death claims you, you shall know no

peace!"

Whatever of malignancy there was in Devlin's voice, the words he spoke

conveyed the stern, eternal truth. It seemed to me, as I gazed before

me, that the spirit he evoked loomed sadly among the shadows.

Onward through the sea the boat ploughed its way, and we three stood

close together, encompassed by a dread and awful silence; for Devlin

spoke no more, nor from Mr. Dowsett's lips did any sound issue.

In the distance we saw the lights of Ramsgate Pier, and before the

captain or any person on board was aware of its close contiguity, we

suddenly dashed against it.

I and all others on board were thrown violently down by the shock.

There were loud cries of alarm and agony, and I found myself separated

from my companions. From the water came appeals for help from some who

had been tossed overboard by the collision, and a period of great

confusion ensued. What help could be given was afforded, and when I

succeeded in reaching the stone pier in safety, I heard that a few of

the passengers were missing--among them Devlin and Mr. Dowsett.

I remained on the pier till past one o'clock in the morning, rendering

what little assistance I could; and eventually I learnt that all who

had been in danger were saved, with the exception of the two whom I

have named. It was early morning before the body of one was recovered.

That one was Mr. Kenneth Dowsett. He lay dead in a boat, his face

convulsed with agony, upturned to the gray light of the coming day. Of

Devlin no trace could be found.

* * * * * *

There is but little more to tell. With the exception of the part which

Devlin played in it, and which has now for the first time been

related, the story became public property, and Kenneth Dowsett was

proved to be the murderer of poor Mary Melladew. Time has softened the

grief of Mr. and Mrs. Melladew, and they find in the love of Lizzie

and her husband, Richard Carton, some solace for the tragedy which a

ruthless hand committed. Mr. Portland paid me the two thousand pounds

he promised, and I am in a fair way of business. Fanny Lemon and her

husband live in retirement in the country. Not a word ever passes

their lips in connection with the events I have related. I have seen

and heard nothing of Mrs. Dowsett and her daughter.

* * * * * *

A short time ago my wife and I were in an open-air public place of

amusement witnessing a wonderful exhibition, the extraordinary novelty

of which consisted in a man floating earthwards from the clouds at a

distance of some thousands of feet from the earth.

"Look there!" said my wife.

I had given her such faithful and vivid descriptions of Devlin that

she always said, if it happened that he still lived and she saw him,

that she could not fail to recognise him. I turned in the direction

she indicated, and, standing alone, apart from the crowd, once more

saw Devlin. He was watching the performer floating from heaven to

earth. There was a strange smile upon his lips.

I could not restrain the impulse which prompted me to move towards

him. My approach attracted his attention. He looked at me, and was

gone. I have never seen him since.

The last words I heard him speak recur to me. There was in them the

spirit of Divine justice. Crimes cannot be for ever successfully

hidden. The monsters who commit them shall be brought to their doom by

those whose duty it is to track them down, or by unseen mysterious

agencies by which they are surrounded, or by their own confession.

But let the legislators see to it; let those who call themselves

philanthropists and humanitarians see to it; let those whose fortune

it is to possess great wealth see to it. There are in this modern

Babylon fester-spots of corruption wherein nothing but sin and vice

can possibly grow. They are crowded with human beings ripening for

evil; they are crowded with human souls lost to salvation. They are an

infamy--and the infamy rests not upon the creatures who are born and

bred there, but upon those who allow them to be, and who have the

undoubted power to cleanse them, and make them healthy for body and

soul. For generation upon generation have they been allowed to breed

corruption; to this day they are allowed to do so. All who have the

remedy in their hands are responsible. The preacher who preaches and

does not practise; the rich who can afford, but grudges to give; the

statesman with his dilettante efforts towards social improvement, and

his huge efforts towards place and power--one and all of these are

accountable for the sin. It is no less, and it rests upon them.

FOOTNOTES

[Footnote 1: I have this desk, with its contents, now in my

possession. The extraordinary revelations made therein (which I may

mention have no connection with the present story) will one day be

made public--B. L. F.]

THE END.

LONDON:

ROBSON AND SONS, LIMITED, PRINTERS, PANCRAS ROAD, N.W.

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