When at last Hewitt and I sat with Mr. Peytral in his study, “Mr. Hewitt,” said Peytral, “I am not sure how far explanations may go between us. There is more in that death in the barn than the police will ever guess.”
Peytral was haggard and drawn3, for, as he had let slip already, he had scarce slept an hour since leaving home on Thursday.
“I am tired,” he said, “and worn out, but that is not a novelty with me; and I’m not sure but we may be of use to each other. Did my daughter tell you why she sent Mr. Bowmore after me on Thursday night?”
Hewitt explained the thing as briefly4 as possible, just as he had heard it from Miss Peytral.
“Ah,” said Peytral, thoughtfully. “So she thought my manner became moody6 a few months back. It did, no doubt, for I had memories; and more, I had apprehensions7. Mr. Hewitt, I think I read in the papers that you were in some way engaged in the extraordinary case of the murder of Mr. Jacob Mason?”
“That is quite correct. I was.”
“There was another case, a little while before, which possibly you may not have heard of. A man was found strangled near the York column, by Pall9 Mall, with just such a mark on his forehead as was found on Mr. Mason’s.”
“I know that case, too, as well as the other.”
“Do you know the name of the murderer?”
“I think I do. We speak in confidence, of course, as client and professional man?”
“Of course. What was his name?”
“I have heard two — Everard Myatt and Catherton Hunt.”
“Neither is his real name, and I doubt if anybody but himself knows it. Twenty years ago and more I knew him as Mayes. He was a Jamaican. Mr. Hewitt, that man’s foul10 life has been justly forfeit11 a thousand times, but if it belongs to anybody it belongs to me!”
It was terrible to see the sudden fiery12 change in the old man. His lassitude was gone in a flash, his eyes blazed and his nostrils13 dilated14.
For a little while he sat so, his mouth awork with passion; then he sank back in his chair with a sigh.
“I am getting old,” he said, more quietly, “and perhaps I am not strong enough to lose my temper. . . . Well, as I said, Mayes was a Jamaican, a renegade white. Do you remember that in the black rebellion of 1865, there was a traitorous15 white man among the negroes? Eyre hanged a few rebels, and rightly, but the worst creature on all that island escaped — probably escaped by the aid of that very white skin that should have ensured him a greater punishment than the rest. He escaped to Hayti. Now you have probably heard something of Hayti, and of the common state of affairs there?”
We both had heard, and, indeed, the matter had been particularly brought to Hewitt’s notice by the case which I have told elsewhere as “The Affair of the Tortoise.” As for me, I had read Sir Spenser St. John’s book on the black republic, and I had been greatly impressed by the graphic16 picture it gives of the horrible, blood-stained travesty17 of regular government there prevailing18. Nothing in the worst of the South American Republics is to be remotely compared to it. In the worst periods there was not a crime imaginable that could not be, and was not, committed openly and with impunity19 by anybody on the right side of the so-called “government”; and the “government” was nothing but an organised crime in itself.
“Well,” Peytral pursued, “then I need not expatiate20 on it, and you will understand the sort of place that Mayes fled to, and how it suited him. He was a man of far greater ability than any of the coarse scoundrels in power, and he was worse than all of them. He was not such a fool as to aim at ostensible21 political power — that way generally led to assassination22. He was the jackal, the contriver23, the power behind the throne, the instigator24 of half the devilry set going in that unhappy place, and he profited by it with little risk; he was the confidential25 adviser26 of that horrible creature Domingue. If you know anything of Hayti you will know what that means.
“At this time I was comparatively a young man, and a merchant at Port-au-Prince. It was a bad place, of course, and business was risky27 enough, but, for that very reason, profits were large, and that was an attraction to a sanguine28 young man like myself. I did very well, and I had thoughts of getting out of it with what I had made. But it was a fatal thing to be supposed wealthy in Port-au-Prince, unless you were a villain29 in power, or partner with one. I was neither, and I was judged a suitable victim by Mayes. Not I alone, either — no, nor even only I and my fortune. Gentlemen, gentlemen, my poor wife, who now lies ——”
Peytral’s utterance30 failed him. He rose as if choking, and Hewitt rose to quiet him. “Never mind,” he said, “sit quiet now. We understand. Rest a moment.”
The old man sank back in his chair, and for a little while buried his face in his hands. Then he went on.
“I needn’t go into details,” he said, huskily. “It is enough to say that every devilish engine of force and cunning was put in operation against me. So it came that at last, on a hint from a hanger-on of the police-office, who had enough humanity in him to remember a kindness he had experienced at my hands, that we took flight in the middle of the night — my poor wife, myself, and our three children, with nothing in the world but our bare lives and the clothes we wore. I might have tried to get aboard a foreign ship in the harbour, but I knew that would be useless. I should have been given up on whatever criminal charge Mayes chose to present, and my wife and children with me. I had hope of somehow getting to San Cristobel, where I had a friend — over the border in the other Government of the island, the Dominican Republic. That was eighty miles away and more, across swamps, and forests and mountains. Well, we did it — we did it. We did it, Mr. Hewitt, and I dream of it still. They hunted us, sir — hunted us with dogs. We hid from them a whole day among the rank weeds — up to our shoulders in the water of a pestilential fever-swamp; Claire, the baby, on her mother’s back, and both the boys on mine. They died — they died next day. My two beautiful boys, gentlemen, died in my arms, and I was too weak even to bury them!”
There was another long pause, and the man’s head was bowed in his hands once more. Presently he went on again, but at first without lifting his head.
“We did it, gentlemen,” he said —“we did it. We crawled into San Cristobel at the end of five days; and from that moment my dear wife has never once stood upright on her feet. So we came out of it, and the baby, Claire, was the one that suffered least. She was too young to understand, and her mother — her mother saved her, when I could not save the boys!”
He paused again, and presently sat up, pale, but in full command of himself. “You will excuse me, gentlemen, I am sure, and make allowances for my feelings,” he said. “There is not a great deal more to tell. Mayes did not last long in Hayti. Domingue was overthrown31, and Mayes left the island, I was told, and made for another part of the world. Years afterward32 I heard of his being in China, though what truth there may have been in the rumour33 I cannot say.
“My friend in San Cristobel — he was a cousin, in fact — put me on my legs again, and after a while he helped me to begin business at San Domingo, under my present name, Peytral, which, in fact, was my mother’s maiden34 name. There came a sudden push in trade with the United States about this time, and I went into my affairs with the more energy to distract my thoughts. In fifteen years — to cut a long story short — I had made the small competency which I have brought to England with me, with the idea of a peaceful end to my life and my wife’s; though I doubt if I am to have that now. I doubt it, and I will tell you why. Mr. Hewitt, when I went away without warning on Thursday night I was dogging Mayes!”
Hewitt nodded, with no sign of surprise. “And the man killed in the barn?”
“That is one more of his thousand crimes, without a doubt. Though it differs. Do you know what drew my attention to the murders of the men Denson and Mason, and so set me thinking? In each case the murder was by strangulation, and the medical evidence at the inquests showed that it was effected by means of a tourniquet35. In fact, in the second case, the tourniquet itself was left behind.”
“Yes,” Hewitt replied, “I loosened it myself — but, unfortunately, I was too late.”
“Well, now,” Peytral went on, “in Hayti, in my time, Mayes’s enemies had a habit of dying suddenly in the night, by strangulation, and a tourniquet was always the instrument. And just as murder was quite a popular procedure in that accursed place, so strangulation by tourniquet became for a while the most common form of the crime. It was rapid, effective, and silent, you see. So that a murder by tourniquet, quite an unknown thing in this country, took my attention at once, and when another followed it so soon, I felt something like certainty. And the triangle was suggestive, too.”
“Were Mayes’s victims marked in that way in Hayti?”
“No, there was no mark. But”— here Mr. Peytral’s features assumed a curious expression —“there are things which are not believed in this country — which are laughed at, in fact, and called superstition36. You know something of Hayti, and therefore you must have heard of Voodoo — the witchcraft37 and devil-worship of the West Indies. Well, Mayes was as deep in that as he was in every other species of wickedness. It sounds foolish, perhaps, here in civilised England, and you may laugh, but I tell you that Mayes could make men do as he wished, with their consent or against it! And he used a thing — it was generally known that he used a thing marked with a triangle — a Red Triangle — by the use of which he could bend men to his will!”
Hewitt was listening intently, with no sign of laughter at all, notwithstanding his client’s apprehension8. And I remembered the case of Mr. Jacob Mason, and how that victim had so fervently38 expressed his wish to the excellent clergyman, Mr. Potswood, that he had never dabbled39 in the strange devilries of Myatt — or Mayes, as we were now learning to call him.
“At any rate,” Peytral resumed, “you will understand that the conjunction of the tourniquet with the Red Triangle in the two cases you know of caused me some excitement. My daughter, as you have said, noticed a change in my habits from that time; my wife did more — she knew the reason. Mr. Hewitt, I am an older man, but there is hotter blood in my veins40 than in yours. My father was English — though you might scarcely suppose it — but my mother, to whose name I have reverted41, was a French Creole. So perhaps my natural instincts come nearer to those of our savage42 ancestry43 than do yours. Whether or not you will understand me I do not know, but I can tell you that even now, in cold blood — for my paroxysm has exhausted44 itself and me — it seems to me that it would be my duty, not to say my sacred duty, to tear that man to pieces with my hands whenever and wherever I could put them on him! My old passions may have slept, I find, but they are alive still, and I found them waking when I realised that Mayes was alive and in England. The words ‘sane45’ and ‘insane’ are elastic46 in their application, but I doubt if you would have called me strictly47 sane of late. I evolved mad schemes for the destruction of this wretch48, and I was ready to devote myself and everything I possessed49 to the purpose. More than once I contemplated50 coming to you — seeing that you had met the man in one of his villainies — with the idea of enlisting51 your aid. But I reflected that you would probably make yourself no party to a plan of private revenge, and I hesitated. And then — then, a little more than a week ago, I saw the man himself! Changed, without doubt, but not half as much changed as I am myself. Nevertheless, sure as I am of him now, I hesitated then. For it was here in the meadow that you know, near the barn, and the thing seemed so likely to be illusion that I almost suspected my senses. It was dusk, and he was walking and talking with another man, a good deal younger. And presently, while I was still confounded with surprise, and as they passed behind a clump52 of trees, Mayes was gone, and I saw his companion alone. He was a young man — an artist, it would seem, with sketch-book and colours.”
I started, and Hewitt and I glanced at each other. Peytral saw it and paused. “Never mind,” said Hewitt. “Please go on.”
“After that I came out every night, in the hope of seeing my enemy again. On several evenings I saw the young artist waiting by the barn expectantly, but nobody joined him. I found that this young man was lodging53 at a cottage in the village, and I resolved not to lose sight of him.
“At last, on Thursday night, I saw Mayes again. Mr. Bowmore was here, and when I left the house he troubled me much by coming after me. I was obliged to tell him that I wished to be alone, and I was in a nervously54 explosive state when I did it. He seemed reluctant to go; my anger blazed out, and I violently ordered him off. From what he has told me it seems that he followed me still, but lost sight of me near Penn’s Meadow. Well, be that as it may, I saw Mayes and the young artist again. I watched from a rather awkward spot, and dusk was falling, so that I could not see all that passed; but presently I was aware that Mayes was making off by the road alone, and I followed him.
“From that moment I think I really was mad, though my madness did not drive me to attack him at once. I had a feeling of curiosity to see where he would go, and a curious cruel idea of letting him run for a little first — as a cat feels, I suppose, with a mouse. You may judge that I was not in my normal state of mind from the fact that all through yesterday and part of to-day I never as much as thought of telegraphing home to say that I had gone to London. For it was to London I followed him. I took no ticket at the station — I got on the platform by stealth, and entered the train unobserved, for he and one boy were the only passengers, and I feared attracting attention. It was easy enough, in such a station as Redfield, and I paid my fare at London. And after all I lost him! Lost him in London!”
“How?”
“Like a fool. I saw him enter a house, and waited. Followed him again, and waited at another. I might have flung him into the river from the Embankment, and I refrained. And then — whether it began at a dark corner or in a group of people I cannot tell, but I suddenly discovered that I was following a stranger — a stranger of about Mayes’s form and stature55. It was what I should have expected, and provided for, in London streets at night!
“If I have been mad, it was then I was worst. I suppose by that time it must have been too late to get back home, but I never thought of that. I ran the streets the whole night, like a fool, hunting for Mayes. I kept on all day yesterday. I waited and watched hours at the two houses he had visited; and it was not till early this morning that I flung myself on a bed in a private hotel in Euston Road. I slept a little, and my paroxysm was over. Perhaps I am more fortunate than I am disposed to think, since I am as yet in no danger of trial for murder.”
This passionate56, wayward, stricken man was plainly the object of fascinated interest to Hewitt. My friend waited a moment, and then said —“The houses he called at — I should like to know them. And where you lost sight of him.”
Peytral sat back, and gazed thoughtfully for fully5 half a minute in Hewitt’s face. “Do you know,” he said at length, “I don’t think I’ll answer that question now. I’d like to leave it for a day or two. Yesterday I wouldn’t have told you, even on the rack — no, not a word! I should have said, ‘Take your own chances, and get him if you can. As for me, I consider him my prey57, and what scent58 I have picked up I shall use myself!’ A mad fancy, you will think, perhaps. For me the question is, was I sanest59 then or now? I will take a day or two to think.”
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