TRACING THE NOTES.
One of the most able counsellors of the day, Mr. Serjeant Mowham,
chanced to be intimately acquainted with the Rector of Netherleigh;
and the unhappy father despatched him to Newgate, in a friendly, not
in a legal capacity, to see what he could do with or for the prisoner.
He could not do much. The old saying, "Tell your whole case to your
lawyer and your doctor," is essential advice, but Charles Cleveland
would tell nothing, neither truth nor falsehood. In vain Serjeant
Mowham protested, with tears in his eyes (a stock of which, so the Bar
affirmed, he kept in readiness), that he was working in the dark,
working for pure friendship's sake, and that without some clue or hint
to go upon, no defence that had a chance of success could be made,
even though his advocate before the judge told all the _un_truths that
ever advocate's tongue gave utterance to. The prisoner was immovable,
and Serjeant Mowham in despair.
How matters really would have ended, and whether Mr. Howard would have
allowed it to come to trial, cannot be said, had not fortune been
kinder to Charles than he was to himself.
One morning, when the days before the prisoner's second examination
were growing few, the Earl of Acorn had a slice of luck. He had backed
a certain horse at a provincial race meeting, and the horse won.
Amongst other moneys that changed hands was a fifty-pound note. An
hour after the earl received it he made his way into his drawing-room
in haste, where sat his daughters, Grace, and Mary Cleveland; the
latter with her infant on her lap.
"Mary," cried the earl, "what were the numbers of the notes paid over
to Charles Cleveland at Glyn's? I partly remember them, but not
quite."
"My husband has the numbers," answered Lady Mary. "But the thing has
given me by far too much worry, papa, for me to retain them in my
head. I am not sure I ever heard them."
"I have them," interrupted Grace. "I copied them the other day. There
was no knowing, I thought, but it might prove useful."
"Quite right, Gracie, girl," said the earl. "Let's see them: 'A/Y 3,
0, 2, 5, 5,'" continued Lord Acorn, reading one of the numbers which
Lady Grace laid before him. "I thought so. One of these notes has just
been paid to me, Mary, by young Waterware."
"Where did he get it?" eagerly inquired Grace.
"I did not ask him. It was only since I left him that I noticed the
number. I'll get it out of him by-and-by."
"At once, at once, sir," urged Mary. "Oh, papa, do go to him. I feel
_sure_ Charles is not guilty."
"No impatience, Mary. Where the deuce am I to pick up Waterware at
this time of day? I might as well look for a needle in a bottle of
hay. Tonight I shall know where to find him."
Chance, however, favoured the earl. In strolling up St. James's Street
in the afternoon, he met Lord Waterware.
"I say, Waterware," he began, linking his arm in that of the younger
peer, "where did you get that fifty-pound note you gave me this
morning?"
"Where did I get it? Let's see. Oh, from Nile. He was owing me a
hundred pounds, and paid me yesterday. That fifty, two twenties, and a
ten. Why? It's not forged, I suppose," cried the young nobleman, with
a yawn.
"Not exactly. Wish I had a handful of them. Good-day. I'm going on to
Nile's."
Colonel Nile, though addicted to playing a little at cards for what he
called amusement, and sometimes did it for tolerably high stakes,
was a very different man from those other men mentioned in this
history--Colonel Haughton and Mr. Piggott, who had led Robert
Dalrymple to his ruin. They were professed gamblers, and had
disappeared from good society long ago. Colonel Nile was a popular
member of it, liked and respected.
Lord Acorn found him at home, walking about in a flowery
dressing-gown. He was a middle-aged man and a bachelor, and well off.
"The fifty-pound note I paid over to Waterware," cautiously repeated
Colonel Nile, somewhat surprised at the question, and wondering
whether random young Waterware had got into any scrape. "Why do you
want to know where I got it?"
"Because it is one of the notes that Charley Cleveland is in trouble
for: the first of them that has been traced. You must give me the
information, Nile, or I shall apply for it publicly."
"Oh, I have no objection in the world," cried the colonel, determined
to afford all that was in his power, and so wash his hands of any
unpleasantness that might turn up. "I received it at Lady Sanely's loo
table, from---- Egad! from your own daughter, Lady Adela."
"From Lady Adela!" echoed the surprised listener.
"From Lady Adela, and nobody else," repeated Colonel Nile. "She paid
another fifty to the old Dowager Beck the same evening."
Lord Acorn stared. "But surely they don't play as high as that there!"
"Don't they, though! and higher too. To tell you the truth, Acorn,
it's getting a little too high for prudent people. I, for one, mean to
draw in. Old Mother Sanely lives but for cards, and she'd stake her
head if it were loose. She has the deuce's own luck, though."
With a mental word, sharp and short, given to his daughter Adela for
allowing herself to be mixed up in company and amusement such as this,
Lord Acorn brought his attention back to the present moment. "Adela
gave another fifty-pound note to Lady Beck, you say, the same evening!
Do you happen to know its number?"
"Not I," retorted the colonel, who was not altogether pleased at the
question. "I don't make it my business to pry into notes that do not
concern me."
"How long is it ago?"
"I hardly know. Nearly a week, I suppose. It is four or five days
since I was first confined to the house with this incipient gout. I
think it was the night before that--Saturday night."
Lord Acorn proceeded straight to Lady Beck's; and, with much trouble
and persuasion, she was induced to exhibit the note spoken of by
Colonel Nile, which was still in her possession, for, like the
colonel, she had been ill for some days, so had had no opportunity of
playing it away. The old dowager was verging on her dotage, and could
not, at first, be convinced that the earl was not going to take law
proceedings against her for winning money of his daughter. He soothed
her, copied the number by stealth, went home, and compared it with
Lady Grace's pocketbook. _It was another of the notes!_
"What do you think of it, Grace?" cried the earl, in perplexity. "Can
Cleveland have been owing money to Adela?"
"I should imagine not," replied Lady Grace.
"To think she should be such a little fool as to frequent a place
where they play like that!"
"But, papa, you knew of it."
"I did not know old Sanely went in for those ruinous stakes. Five
pounds, or so, in a night to risk--I thought no worse than that."
Grace understood now. She had deemed her father indifferent. He was
then looking at it from one point of view; she from another.
"It wears a singular appearance," mused the earl. "To tell you the
truth, Grace, I don't like the fact of these notes being traced to
Adela. It looks--after the rumour of the absurd flirtation they
carried on--almost as if she and Cleveland had gone snacks in the
spoil. What now, Gracie? Are you going to fly?"
For Lady Grace Chenevix had bounded from her chair in sudden
agitation, her arms lifted as if to ward off some dread fear. "Sir!
father! the thing has become clear to me. That I should not have
suspected it before!--knowing what I did know."
"Child," he cried, gazing at her in amazement, "what is the matter
with you?"
"Adela did this. I see it all. She drew the cheque. Charles Cleveland
was only her instrument; and, in his infatuated attachment he has
taken the guilt on himself, to shield her. Well may he have asserted
his innocence to his father! Well may his conduct have appeared to us
all so incomprehensible!"
"Why, Grace, you are mad!" gasped the earl. "Accuse your sister
of--of--forgery! Do you reflect on the meaning of your words?"
"Father, do not look so sternly at me. I feel sure I am right. I
assure you it is as if scales had fallen from my eyes, for I see it
perfectly clearly. Adela wanted money for play: she had been drawn in,
far deeper than any one suspected, sir, at Lady Sanely's gaming-table.
It was Mr. Grubb's intention to refuse her further funds: no doubt he
did refuse them: and then----"
"How do you know it was his intention?"
"Oh, papa, I do know it; never mind how, now; I say that Mr. Grubb
must have refused her; and she, when this cheque-book fell into her
hands----"
"Don't continue, Grace," sharply interposed Lord Acorn; "you make
my blood run cold. You must prove what you assert, or retract it.
If--it--is proved"--the earl drew a long breath--"Cleveland must be
extricated. What a thundering fool the fellow must be?"
"Let me have time to think," said Grace, putting her hand to her head.
"Extricated of course he must be, for I know it is true, but--if
possible--without exposing Adela."
With the last words, Grace sank back in her chair and burst into a
storm of sobs. Lord Acorn was little less moved. They spoke together
further, and agreed not to tell Mary Cleveland, in spite of her state
of impatience, that Lord Acorn had traced the numbers of the two
notes.
Lady Grace decided to confide all to Mr. Grubb. It could not be kept
from him long; and she wanted to bespeak his clemency for Adela. So in
the evening she proceeded to his house, tolerably sure that her sister
would be out somewhere or other. But she found Mr. Grubb also out: at
his club, Hilson thought. Grace dismissed her carriage, went up to the
drawing-room, and wrote a word to Mr. Grubb, asking him to come home.
The thought crossed her, that perhaps it was not quite the thing to
do, but Lady Grace Chenevix was not the one to stand upon formal
ceremony.
He returned at once, looking rather anxious. "Anything the matter,
Grace? Anything amiss with Adela? She's not ill?"
"She is at the opera, I fancy; very well, no doubt." And then she sat
down and imparted her suspicions--just an allusion to them--that her
poor sister was the culprit.
"Grace," he whispered, "I don't mind telling you that the same fear
haunted me, and I spoke to her. She indignantly denied it."
"Two of the notes have been traced," murmured Grace.
"Traced!"
"Paid away by Adela at Lady Sanely's."
There was a dead silence. Lady Grace Chenevix did not raise her
eyelids, for she felt keenly the pain of avowal. An ominous shade of
despair overspread his face.
"Grace, Grace," he broke forth in anguish, "what is it you are
saying?"
"One of them, for fifty pounds, came into my father's hands today,
and he has traced it back to Adela," continued Grace, striving to keep
down the signs of her pain. "Another of them she paid the same evening
to the Dowager Beck. Papa knows of this; he found it out today. What
inference can we draw but that Adela---- You know what I would say."
"Could she descend to this?" he groaned. "To be a party with Charles
Cleveland in----"
"Charles was no party to it," interrupted Grace, warmly; "he must have
been her instrument, nothing more. Rely upon that. Whatever may be his
follies, he is the soul of honour. And it must be from some chivalrous
sense of honour, of noblesse oblige, you understand, that he is
continuing to shield her now the matter has come out. What is to be
done? Charles Cleveland must not be tried as a felon."
"Heaven forbid!--if he be indeed innocent. But, Grace," thoughtfully
added Mr. Grubb, "I cannot but think you are mistaken. Were Adela
guilty, she would have acknowledged it to me when I assured her in all
tenderness that I would forgive, shield, and protect her."
Grace answered by a despairing gesture. "She would not confess to you
for very shame, I fear. Dear Mr. Grubb, _what_ is to be done? We have
to save Adela's good name as well as his. You must see Charles, and
get the truth from him."
"I would rather get it from Adela."
"If you can. I doubt it. Having denied it once, she will never confess
now."
Lady Grace had reason. Mr. Grubb spoke to his wife the following
morning. He said that two of the notes had been traced to her
possession; and that, for her own sake, she had better explain, while
grace was yet held out to her. But he spoke very coolly, without the
smallest sign of endearment or tenderness; nay, there was a suspicion
of contempt in his tone, and that put Adela's spirit up.
What answered she? Was she quite blind, quite foolish? She persisted
in her denial, called him by a scornful name, haughtily ordered him to
be silent, and finally marched out of his presence, declaring she
would not re-enter it until he could finally drop all allusion to the
subject.
With a half-curse on his lips--he, so temperate and sweet-tempered a
man!--Mr. Grubb went straight to Newgate, and obtained an interview
with the prisoner. It came to nothing satisfactory; Charles was harder
in his obstinacy than ever. From thence Mr. Grubb drove back to the
West End, to Chenevix House. Some morning visitors were there, and
Lady Mary Cleveland was exhibiting her baby to them. Mr. Grubb admired
with the rest, and then made a sign to Grace. She followed him into
the next room.
"I don't see what is to be done," he began. "Adela will not hear a
word, will not admit anything, and I can make nothing of Charles
Cleveland. Upon my mentioning Adela--of course, only in hints; I could
not accuse my wife outright to him--he interrupted me with a request
that I would not introduce Lady Adela's name into so painful a matter;
that he had brought the disgrace upon himself, and was prepared to pay
for it. I think he may have lent the two notes to Adela. It would be
only one hundred pounds out of the five. I cannot believe, if my wife
were guilty, that Cleveland would take the penalty upon himself.
Transportation for life, or whatever the sentence incurred may be, is
no light matter, Grace."
Grace shuddered. "Do not let him incur the risk of it."
"I would rather cut off my right hand than punish a man unjustly, were
he my greatest enemy. But unless I can get at the truth of this
matter, and find proof that your view of it is correct, I shall have
no plea, to my partner, to my bankers, or to my own conscience, for
hushing it up; and the law must take its course."
"Alas! alas!" murmured Lady Grace.
"You seem to overlook my feelings in this affair, Grace," he
whispered, a deep hue dyeing his cheeks. "That she may have had
something to do with it, her paying away the notes proves: and to find
the wife of your bosom thus in league with another---- You don't know
what it is, Grace."
"I can imagine it," she answered, the tears standing in her eyes, as
she rose to answer his adieu. "Believe me, you have, and always have
had, my deepest and truest sympathy; but Adela is my sister; what more
can I say?"
Grace sat on, alone. The murmur of voices came to her from the
adjacent room, but she heeded it not. She leaned her head upon her
hand, and debated with herself. It was imperative that the real facts
of the case should be brought to light; for if Charles Cleveland were
permitted to stand his trial, perhaps to suffer the penalty of
transportation, and it came out, later, that he was innocent, and her
sister the guilty party, what a fearful position would be that of
Adela!
Could Charley not be brought to confess through stratagem, mentally
debated Grace. Suppose he were led to believe that Adela, to save him,
had declared the truth, then he might speak. It was surely a good
idea. Grace weighed it, in all its bearings, and thought the end would
justify the means. But to whom entrust so delicate a mission? Not to
Mr. Cleveland, he would betray it all to Charles at the first
sentence; not Mr. Grubb; his high sense of honour would never let him
intimate that Adela had confessed what she had not; not to Lady Mary,
for her only idea of Newgate was that it was a place overflowing with
infectious fevers, which she should inevitably bring home to baby.
Lord Acorn? Somehow Grace could not ask him. Who next? Who else was
there? _Herself?_ Yes, and Grace felt that none were more fitted for
the task than she was--she who had the subject so much at heart. And
she resolved to go.
But she could not go alone to Newgate. Her mother ought to be with
her. Now the matter, relative to the tracing of the notes to Adela,
had been kept from Lady Acorn. Grace disclosed it to her in the
emergency, and made her the confidante of what she meant to do.
Lady Acorn sat aghast. For once in her life she was terrified to
silence and meekness. Grace obtained her consent, and the time for the
expedition was fixed. Not that Lady Acorn relished it.
"If it be as you and your father believe, Grace, Master Charley
Cleveland deserves the soundest shaking man ever had yet," cried she,
when speech returned to her.
"Ah, mamma! Then what must Adela deserve?"
"To be in Newgate herself," tartly responded Lady Acorn.