RESURGAM
Next evening Rupert received a curt note from Mallien stating that
Carrington had replied to the effect that he would come down to
Barship on the ensuing day, and would reach The Big House at twelve
o'clock. Pleased with the information, since the interview was likely
to settle the question of the vicar's murder once and for all, Hendle
took it upon himself to arrange matters. To compel plain speaking on
the part of the slippery barrister, it was necessary that witnesses
should be present for the purpose of proving beyond question his
presence in Barship on the night of the crime. Without doubt
Carrington would twist and turn like an eel in his efforts to escape
from the corner in which the procurable evidence would place him.
Rupert, weary of mystery and worry, made up his mind that the man
should be finally brought to book, and therefore went in search of Dr.
Tollart. Now that Inspector Lawson was to be dragged into the matter,
for the purpose of arresting the culprit, there was no need for
further secrecy. And, besides visiting the doctor, Hendle intended to
call on Ark for his testimony. Faced by these two witnesses, it would
not be easy for Carrington to win free.
Mrs. Beatson duly went away for her so-called holiday, which was
simply a preface to her dismissal. Her presence was not required at
the coming interview, as what she knew and what she had done did not
touch immediately on Carrington's guilt. Also, neither Dorinda nor
Sophy was to be present, as they could give no first-hand evidence.
Rupert himself, Mallien, Ark and the doctor were the necessary people
to prove that Carrington had struck the blow, and the Squire employed
Kit to bring Lawson from Tarhaven for his share in the proceedings.
And so that everything should be prepared beforehand for Lawson's
action Rupert arranged that the officer should not arrive at The Big
House until one o'clock. This would give Rupert and his friends sixty
minutes to bring Carrington to bay.
Tollart was both startled and surprised when the Squire called to
explain why his presence was required at The Big House. He had thought
little of Carrington's presence in the train on that fatal evening,
and had not in any way connected his presence in Barship with the
tragic death of Leigh. This he explained to his visitor, and suggested
that, after all, some mistake had been made in crediting the barrister
with the commission of the crime. But Hendle determined to put an end
to all mystery, explained to Tollart all about the discovery of the
will, and pointed out what a leading part the document had played in
ensuing events. Tollart, who for once was sober, expressed his
amazement and regret, less for the vicar's death than for Rupert's
probable loss of his property.
"And surely," said Tollart, in his husky voice, and with his big red
face expressing sympathy, "surely Mallien will not take everything
from you even if this will proves to be legal."
"Oh, the will appears to be legal enough, doctor. And, knowing my
cousin as you do, you may expect him to grab everything."
"He'll make a bad Squire."
"That's his lookout," replied Hendle with a shrug.
"A bad lookout for the parish, Hendle. I don't set myself up for a
saint, as I have my failings; but Mallien,"--the doctor made a
face--"why, he'll ruin the place. Don't give in to him, if only for
the sake of Barship. Fight him to the bitter end."
"Oh, I'll protect my interests as best I can, you may be sure,"
answered Rupert, pleased that Tollart was on his side. "But that
matter can be attended to later. What we have to do now, is to force
Carrington into confession. I take it that you are sure it was
Carrington who came down in the same train with you, doctor?"
"Certainly. I know him well by sight, as he called on me, when he
first visited you, to get some remedy for toothache. I never forget a
face, and I saw your friend both on the Liverpool Street platform and
at the Barship station."
"Did Carrington try to escape observation?"
"Well, I hardly know. He did not see me, so far as I know, and he had
a heavy overcoat on, which was strange considering how sultry was the
evening. The collar was turned up, I remember," mused the doctor
thoughtfully. "Well, yes, I think he was anxious not to be recognized.
I never thought anything about the matter, you know, Hendle, as I
believed he was coming down to stay with you. As he was with you the
next day, my belief was natural enough."
"Quite so," assented the Squire; "but he must have returned on the
same night to Town, perhaps by the midnight express from Tarhaven. His
visit to me only dated from twelve o'clock the next day, when he
arrived by the midday train."
"Hum! And he knew about the will?"
"Mrs. Beatson told him. I expect he wished to get it, to sell it to
me."
"Ah! he doesn't know what an honest man you are, Hendle."
"He knows now," responded Rupert dryly; "however, I understand that
you will come to The Big House at twelve o'clock to-morrow to give
evidence."
"Certainly; certainly."
"And----" Rupert hesitated with an awkward look.
"Oh, I'll be sober," said Tollart with a defiant laugh. "I'm not quite
so bad as people make out. You can depend upon my doing everything I
can to help you, Hendle, as I have a great regard for you," and the
burly doctor shook hands warmly with the Squire.
Rupert went away feeling sorry that a man with such a good heart
should be a slave to a despicable vice, and wondering if there was no
way in which he could be reformed. Tollart when sober was a clever
physician, but when in his cups made endless mistakes. And for a
medical man to make mistakes is dangerous seeing that he is dealing
with matters of life and death. However, much as Hendle wished to
assist Tollart to lead a better life and give his undoubted abilities
a chance, this was not the moment to attend to the matter, as there
were more immediately important matters to be looked into. So having
secured Tollart as a witness, the Squire walked to Ark's abode.
This was a tumble-down cottage on the verge of the churchyard, which
stood in a well-kept garden surrounded by a wall of loose stones. Here
lived the old sexton and his grandson in tolerable comfort. The neat
looks of the garden were due to Tobias Ark, for his grandfather took
no interest in such things. Tobias himself was a lean dark-faced man,
taciturn and rather melancholy, perhaps by reason of his funereal
employment. He was digging in the flower-beds when the Squire
approached the gate and hastened to come forward with a surly touch of
his forelock. In answer to Rupert's inquiry he admitted that his
grandfather was in the cottage and said that he would send him out to
hear what the Squire had to say. Hendle did not mind waiting at the
gate, as he had no wish to enter Ark's stuffy abode.
"Whoy, it be the Squoire," piped Titus when his grandson went in and
he came out, like the little old man and woman in the weather-gauge.
"And what be you here fur, Squoire? There bain't be no funereals,
surely."
"No, Titus, no. I have come to ask you about what you said to Miss
Mallien."
"Aye." Ark looked tremendously cunning, and his face wrinkled up like
that of a monkey gloating over a nut. "And what might that be,
Squoire?"
"You told her that you saw Mr. Carrington near the Vicarage on the
night Mr. Leigh died."
"Muster Leigh bain't dead I tell 'ee, Squoire."
"Yes, yes, Titus; we know all about that," replied Rupert soothingly,
for he was well aware of the fixed idea which dominated the old man.
"But you saw Mr. Carrington about the house?"
"Yus, I did, when walking round the Vicarage, not being able to sleep,
me being old beyond telling, young sir, and the night being warm like.
Yus," continued Ark garrulously, "I see him sure enough. He come down
the road in the moonlight dressed as if t'were winter and went into
the Vicarage gardens. But, Lord bless 'ee, Squoire, I did think as
he'd gone to see the vicar, and nivir thought aught of him being
there."
"But the next morning, Titus, when you heard the vicar was dead----?"
"He bain't dead, I tell 'ee, Squoire," persisted the ancient crossly.
Evidently it was useless to try and beat sense into the old creature's
head, so Rupert argued no further. Ark could evidently swear to
Carrington's presence in the vicinity of the Vicarage on the night in
question and that was the main point. "Well, Titus, we won't talk
about the vicar being alive or dead. I want you to come to-morrow to
The Big House to tell Mr. Carrington that you saw him on----"
"Be Muster Carrington there to-morrow?" inquired the ancient, his eyes
glittering and evidently eager.
"Yes. At twelve o'clock. Can you swear that you saw him on that
night?"
"Before the King and the Lord Chancellor," grunted the sexton. "Aye,
fur sure I can say so, Squoire. Oh, I'll be there, sir; I'll be
there." He rubbed his old wrinkled, gnarled hands gleefully. "I'll
tell what I know, Squoire."
"We think that Mr. Carrington killed the vicar."
"Muster Leigh he bain't dead, I tell 'ee," said Titus for the third
time and very irritably, after which he shuffled back to the cottage
annoyed that his constant statement was not accepted. And it was queer
that the old man should persist in declaring the vicar to be alive
seeing that he had assisted to lay him in the family vault, which was
visible from his abode.
However, Rupert, having impressed upon Ark that he was to be at The
Big House at twelve o'clock next day did not trouble himself with
the ancient's fancies. So long as Ark could swear--as he evidently
could--that Carrington had been haunting the Vicarage on the night of
the murder, what he believed about the vicar not being dead mattered
little. The man was senile and was crazy on the one point, although he
appeared to be clear enough on that other concerned with Carrington's
presence at the Vicarage. Rupert did not trouble his head further
about the matter, but returned home satisfied that the two witnesses
would confound Carrington in the moment of his fancied triumph.
Nothing of any moment happened during the rest of the day, or next
morning, when the meeting was to take place. Kit appeared with a spick
and span machine before midday, and was sent over by Hendle to
Tarhaven to bring back the Inspector by one o'clock. And Rupert
informed the boy that while on the way back he could tell Lawson all
that had been discovered so as to obviate the necessity of
explanations. In fact, as Hendle said, it would be best for Kit to
relate everything immediately he arrived at the police-office in
Tarhaven, so that the Inspector could get a warrant for the
barrister's arrest.
So Kit went off in high glee delighted at being able to do something
for his hero and Rupert returned thoughtfully to his library where
Mallien was already waiting.
"Suppose Carrington doesn't come?" suggested the Squire, who was very
nervous.
"Oh, he'll come right enough," explained Mallien grimly. "I said in my
letter that to-day you intended to arrange here about the transfer of
the property to me under John Hendle's will, and that we both wanted
him to be present."
"You don't suppose that he has any suspicions of the truth?"
"To be sure he hasn't. After all but for Tollart's evidence and that
of old Ark, we should never have been able to nail him. I tell you,
Rupert, that Carrington has not the least idea of what is about to
happen."
"Poor devil! And yet he deserves his fate. The murder of Leigh was
cowardly in the extreme."
"It was," assented the other. "Don't be a tender-hearted fool, man."
"I would rather be a fool according to my light than a wise man
according to yours, Mallien."
"And I am quite content," chuckled the little man, "for no one but a
fool would give up the property as you are doing."
"I haven't given it up yet," said Rupert, disgusted with this brutal
speech, "and I may not be the fool you take me to be."
For all his insolence Mallien was plainly disconcerted by this frank
statement, and began to think that he had gone too far. A muttered
apology was on his lips, but was cut short by the entrance of Dr.
Tollart. Immediately behind him shuffled old Ark, who seated himself
near the door, chuckling and rubbing his hands with the air of a man
who was highly pleased with himself. Mallien and the doctor, who were
by no means friends, exchanged a curt greeting, and Tollart, turning
his back on the prospective Squire of Barship, talked ostentatiously
to Rupert.
"Mr. Carrington will be here almost at once," he declared, drawing off
his gloves slowly; "he walked up behind Ark and myself as we reached
the gates."
Even as he spoke the footman appeared to announce the barrister.
Carrington, evidently considering himself master of the situation,
walked in with a victorious air. He looked smart and alert, being
quite in his best form. In a well-cut suit of blue serge, with a straw
hat and brown shoes, he had apparently arrayed himself in his best to
receive the money he expected. Of course, he did not anticipate that
the five thousand would be handed to him at once; but when things were
arranged between Hendle and Mallien as to the possession of the
property, then Carrington intended to get a promise in writing of his
share of the plunder. Not for one moment did he think that anything
was wrong, and he even offered his hand to Rupert with an insolent air
of pity.
"Every dog has his day, Hendle," he said maliciously. "This is mine."
"Don't be too sure," replied Rupert, rejecting the proffered hand.
"There's many a slip between cup and lip, remember."
"You are full of wisdom," sneered Carrington. "Well, you will need it
all to earn money when you are a pauper."
Hendle stepped forward until he towered over the smaller man and spoke
slowly. "Don't tempt me to give you the thrashing which I let you off
with the other day, Carrington," he murmured. "Let us get to business,
and rid me of your presence as soon as possible."
"Oh, I am ready to go into business as soon as you like," retorted the
barrister, still triumphant. "But why is Dr. Tollart here?"
"I am here," said Tollart gruffly, "to state to your face that you
were in Barship on the night when Leigh was murdered."
Carrington started, and, in spite of his self-command, winced at the
plain speech. His swarthy face grew slightly pale, but he still
maintained his air of bravado. "Well, then, I am not here to talk
about Leigh's murder," he said viciously, "but to see about this
transfer of the Hendle estates to my friend Mr. Mallien."
"Don't call me your friend," growled Mallien, ferociously. "You are no
friend of mine. All you want is to get money out of me."
"Take care," said Carrington, glancing at the others, "remember what I
know."
"And what do you know?" demanded Mallien coolly.
"Something you would not like anyone else to hear."
"You can say what you like, and before anyone you like."
"Ah!" Carrington now began to see that things were not so safe as he
had imagined. "You mean to go back on your bargain?"
"I never made any bargain, you beast. And what is more, I don't intend
to make any. Yonder is Dr. Tollart, who can swear that you came down
to Barship on the night Leigh was murdered; and yonder is Titus Ark,
who saw you enter the Vicarage grounds."
"They are both liars," cried Carrington, taken off his guard.
"I bain't a liar," said Ark, rising, and tottered toward the
barrister, "and wor I a younger man I'd make 'ee pay for saying so."
He shook a gnarled fist in Carrington's face. "I did see 'ee round
about the Vicarage. I swear to it, if needs be, before judge and jury.
I bain't afeared."
"And you _will_ be required to swear before a judge and jury," said
Hendle, in a cold, measured tone, "when Carrington is in the dock."
"In the dock!" Carrington stepped back, trying to command his nerves,
for he now began to understand the full extent of his peril. "And on
what charge?"
"You killed Leigh," growled Mallien savagely. "Yes, you did, so don't
deny it, you criminal. And you dare to accuse me."
"I do accuse you," said Carrington, driven to bay, and becoming fierce
out of sheer desperation. "It was you who killed Leigh to get that
will. I accuse you in the presence of these witnesses."
"Pshaw!" said Rupert, contemptuously. "What is the use of your
talking, Carrington? The game's up. We have got you down here to have
you arrested."
"You can't arrest me," said the barrister, with an air of bravado. "I
shall go at once to Tarhaven and give information against Mallien."
Rupert got between the barrister and the door toward which he was
retreating swiftly. "Stop where you are," he commanded. "There will be
no need for you to go to Tarhaven. In an hour Inspector Lawson will be
here, and then, if you dare, you can lay an information against
Mallien."
"Oh!" Carrington winced and grew very white. "This is a trap."
"It is," said Mallien, with malignant satisfaction, "and I have lured
you into it. You accuse me, do you? Ha! We'll see what you'll say when
the handcuffs are on your wrists."
"Hendle,"--Carrington turned to his former friend with a cry, half of
rage and half of fear--"will you stand by and hear this said of me?"
"Why should I interfere?" said Hendle stolidly. "You are only reaping
as you have sown. To get money you were prepared to accuse me as you
have accused Mallien. And all the time you are the criminal, as we now
know."
"I am not!" shouted the miserable man, trembling. "You can't prove
that I did the deed."
"I can prove that you came down to Barship on that night," said
Tollart.
"And who will take the word of a drunkard?"
Tollart rushed at the barrister and would have struck him, but that
Rupert pushed his big body between the two. "Don't lose your temper,
Tollart. What does it matter? Carrington will have plenty to do to
clear himself without calling anyone silly names. You understand," he
added, turning toward the lawyer, "that both Ark and the doctor can
swear to your presence in Barship on the night when Leigh was killed.
You knew from me about the will and came down to murder the vicar."
"I did not. Even if I had wanted the will, I should not have murdered
him."
"Pshaw!" said Rupert again, and pushing his advantage relentlessly,
"all this denial will not serve you. Perhaps you may not have intended
to murder the vicar when you struck the blow. I will do you that
justice. But, as Leigh had a weak heart, you went too far and he died.
Then you took the will and buried it under the sundial----"
"I didn't know where the sundial was," interpolated Carrington,
shivering.
"That's a lie!" snarled Mallien swiftly, "for on the first day I met
you I took you round the garden and, among other things, pointed out
the sundial. You buried the will there, and then sent an anonymous
letter to Mrs. Beatson so that she might find it and avert suspicion
from yourself. You believed that Rupert would buy your silence to keep
the property, and, failing his doing so, you came to threaten me."
"And I do. You were at the Vicarage on that night?"
"How do you know that?"
Carrington saw that he had said too much and glanced toward the door
in the hope of getting away. But Rupert was between him and safety,
and Rupert looked as stern and determined as a destroying angel. "You
needn't think you will escape, Carrington," he said. "As you have
sown, so you must reap."
"And your reaping will place a rope round your neck," said Mallien
grimly. "You came to have me hanged, but you will go away under
Lawson's escort to be hanged yourself. I was at the Vicarage on that
night. I wanted to see Leigh about getting the will. But I did not
leave my cottage until eleven, and by that time you had murdered
Leigh."
"I did not! I did not!" and Carrington winced and cringed and shivered
with all the courage oozing out of him.
"You did. It was you I struggled with in the avenue when you came
out after burying the will under the sundial. You snatched at my
watch-chain and got the opal in the matrix----"
"Yes," said Rupert, taking up the story, "and when we went to examine
the hole where the will was buried, you dropped the opal when my back
was turned and allowed me to find it, so that the blame might be
thrown on Mallien."
"It's a lie," said Carrington, folding his arms and looking dogged,
"and I wonder at you defending a man who is going to rob you of your
property."
"I dare say you do wonder," retorted the Squire acidly. "Honest
behavior is always a mystery to you. No wonder you followed Mrs.
Beatson and induced me to do so, Carrington. You had written that
anonymous letter to her and knew that she was going to find the will.
Your plot was a very clever one, but it has failed completely."
"And I dare swear it has failed," said Tollart in his booming voice,
"because the Squire is such an honest man."
By this time the perspiration was streaming down Carrington's face. He
was now in danger of his life and knew it only too well. Yet the man
was brave enough, and doggedly refused to admit what was said, in
spite of the overwhelming evidence. Rupert had no cause to love his
treacherous friend, and regretted that he was obliged to have him
arrested; yet he could not help admiring the persistent way in which
the man fought for his liberty and life.
"Who accuses me of being in Barship on that night," he demanded,
raising his head, "a drunken doctor and a senile sexton. Those are
nice witnesses. They have been bribed by Mallien to save his own
skin."
"I don't waste money in unnecessary bribes," snapped Mallien.
"And I don't take money for performing my duty," said the doctor
frowning. "I have one great fault which everyone knows of. I may be a
drunkard, but I am not a murderer," he finished scathingly.
"I am not a murderer," persisted Carrington, fighting desperately, and
gaining courage, now that he found himself with his back to the wall.
"I never came down to Barship on that night. I can prove that I was in
London."
"You will have every opportunity of clearing yourself at the trial,"
said Rupert, glancing at his watch. "Lawson will be here soon with a
warrant for your arrest."
"No! No! No!" The cry was forced from the barrister against his will.
"It is impossible for Lawson to arrest me. I never saw Leigh on that
night."
Titus Ark rose in a creaky manner from his chair, and shambled toward
the miserable man. "I do say as you did see 'um," he croaked.
"And so does Tollart," snapped Mallien; "that is, he can say you were
in Barship on that night. Hark, Hendle. I believe Lawson has arrived."
Rupert hurried to the window and saw a vehicle pass round the corner
toward the front door. "It's a trap and not a motor," he said puzzled.
"Who can it be, I wonder?"
"I know; I know," said Titus, shuffling toward the door. "I know one
as can say you saw Muster Leigh on that night"; and he disappeared.
"More lies," said Carrington, wiping his face. "Oh, I'll make you all
pay dearly for this day's work"; and he wiped his face, while he set
his teeth to battle to the end.
There was a shuffling noise in the hall, and Rupert stepped toward the
door. He opened it and then fell back with a cry of amazement.
Supported by Titus and his grandson, Simon Leigh staggered into the
room.
"I said as he worn't dead," chuckled the ancient. "Now didn't I,
Squoire?"