Mr. Huntley accompanied him; scarcely less proud than Hamish would have been, to walk once more arm in arm with Mr. Channing. But, as there is not the least necessity for our going to the police-station, for Mr. Butterby could tell us no more than we already know; we will pay a short visit to Mr. Stephen Bywater.
That gentleman stood in the cloisters2, into which he had seduced3 old Jenkins, the bedesman, having waited for the twilight4 hour, that he might make sure no one else would be there. Ever since the last day you saw old Jenkins in the cathedral, he had been laid up in his house, with a touch of what he called his “rheumatiz.” Decrepit5 old fellows were all the bedesmen, monopolizing6 enough “rheumatiz” between them for half the city. If one was not laid up, another would be, especially in winter. However, old Jenkins had come out again to-day, to the gratification of Mr. Bywater, who had been wanting him. The cloisters were all but dark, and Mr. Ketch must undoubtedly7 be most agreeably engaged, or he would have shut up before.
“Now then, old Jenkins!” Bywater was saying. “You show me the exact spot, and I’ll give you sixpence for smoke.”
Old Jenkins hobbled to one of the mullioned windows near to the college entrance, and looked over into the dim graveyard8. “‘Twas about four or five yards off here,” said he.
“But I want to know the precise spot,” returned Bywater. “Get over, and show me!”
The words made old Jenkins laugh. “Law, sir! me get over there! You might as well ask me to get over the college. How am I to do it?”
“I’ll hoist9 you up,” said Bywater.
“No, no,” answered the man. “My old bones be past hoisting10 now. I should never get back alive, once I were propelled over into that graveyard.”
Bywater felt considerably11 discomfited12. “What a weak rat you must be, old Jenkins! Why, it’s nothing!”
“I know it ain’t—for you college gents. ‘Twouldn’t have been much for me when I was your age. Skin and clothes weren’t of much account to me, then.”
“Oh, it’s that, is it?” returned Bywater, contemptuously. “Look here, old Jenkins! if your things come to grief, I’ll get my uncle to look you out some of his old ones. I’ll give you sixpence for baccy, I say!”
The old bedesman shook his head. “If you give me a waggin load of baccy, I couldn’t get over there. You might just as good put a babby in arms on the ground, and tell it to walk!”
“Here! get out of the way for an old muff!” was Bywater’s rejoinder; and in a second he had mounted the window-frame, and dropped into the burial-ground. “Now then, old Jenkins, I’ll go about and you call out when I come to the right spot.”
By these means, Bywater arrived at a solution of the question, where the broken phial was found; old Jenkins pointing out the spot, to the best of his ability. Bywater then vaulted13 back again, and alighted safe and sound in the cloisters. Old Jenkins asked for his sixpence.
“Why, you did not earn it!” said Bywater. “You wouldn’t get over!”
“A sixpence is always useful to me,” said the old man; “and some of you gents has ‘em in plenty. I ain’t paid much; and Joe, he don’t give me much. ‘Tain’t him; he’d give away his head, and always would—it’s her. Precious close she is with the money, though she earns a sight of it, I know, at that shop of her’n, and keeps Joe like a king. Wine, and all the rest of it, she’s got for him, since he was ill. ‘There’s a knife and fork for ye, whenever ye like to come,’ she says to me, in her tart15 way. But deuce a bit of money will she give. If it weren’t for one and another friend giving me an odd sixpence now and then, Master Bywater, I should never hardly get any baccy!”
“There; don’t bother!” said Bywater, dropping the coin into his hand.
“Why, bless my heart, who’s this, a prowling in the cloisters at this hour?” exclaimed a well-known cracked voice, advancing upon them with shuffling16 footsteps. “What do you do here, pray?”
“You would like to know, wouldn’t you, Mr. Calcraft?” said Bywater. “Studying architecture. There!”
Old Ketch gave a yell of impotent rage, and Bywater decamped, as fast as his legs would carry him, through the west door.
Arrived at his home, or rather his uncle’s, where he lived—for Bywater’s paternal17 home was in a far-away place, over the sea—he went straight up to his own room, where he struck a match, and lighted a candle. Then he unlocked a sort of bureau, and took from it the phial found by old Jenkins, and a smaller piece which exactly fitted into the part broken. He had fitted them in ten times before, but it appeared to afford him satisfaction, and he now sat down and fitted them again.
“Yes,” soliloquized he, as he nursed one of his legs—his favourite attitude—“it’s as sure as eggs. And I’d have had it out before, if that helpless old muff of a Jenkins had been forthcoming. I knew it was safe to be somewhere near the college gates; but it was as well to ask.”
He turned the phial over and over between his eye and the candle, and resumed;
“And now I’ll give Mr. Ger a last chance. I told him the other day that if he’d only speak up like a man to me, and say it was an accident, I’d drop it for good. But he won’t. And find it out, I will. I have said I would from the first, just for my own satisfaction: and if I break my word, may they tar14 and feather me! Ger will only have himself to thank; if he won’t satisfy me in private, I’ll bring it against him in public. I suspected Mr. Ger before; not but that I suspected another; but since Charley Channing——Oh! bother, though! I don’t want to get thinking of him!”
Bywater locked up his treasures, and descended19 to his tea. That over, he had enough lessons to occupy him for a few hours, and keep him out of mischief20.
Meanwhile Mr. Channing’s interview with the renowned21 Mr. Butterby had brought forth18 nothing, and he was walking back home with Mr. Huntley. Mr. Huntley strove to lead his friend’s thoughts into a different channel: it seemed quite a mockery to endeavour to whisper hope for Charley.
“You will resume your own place in Guild22 Street at once?” he observed.
“To-morrow, please God.”
They walked a few steps further in silence; and then Mr. Channing entered upon the very subject which Mr. Huntley was hoping he would not enter upon. “I remember, you spoke23, at Borcette, of having something in view for Hamish, should I be able to attend to business again. What is it?”
“I did,” said Mr. Huntley; “and I am sorry that I did. I spoke prematurely24.”
“I suppose it is gone?”
“Well—no; it is not gone,” replied Mr. Huntley, who was above equivocation25. “I do not think Hamish would suit the place.”
Mr. Channing felt a little surprised. There were few places that Hamish might not suit, if he chose to exercise his talents. “You thought he would suit then?” he remarked.
“But circumstances have since induced me to alter my opinion,” said Mr. Huntley. “My friend,” he more warmly added to Mr. Channing, “you will oblige me by allowing the subject to drop. I candidly26 confess to you that I am not so pleased with Hamish as I once was, and I would rather not interfere27 in placing him elsewhere.”
“How has he offended you? What has he done?”
“Nay, that is all I will say. I could not help giving you a hint, to account for what you might have thought caprice. Hamish has not pleased me, and I cannot take him by the hand. There, let it rest.”
Mr. Channing was content to let it rest. In his inmost heart he entertained no doubt that the cause of offence was in some way connected with Mr. Huntley’s daughter. Hamish was poor: Ellen would be rich; therefore it was only natural that Mr. Huntley should consider him an ineligible28 parti for her. Mr. Channing did not quite see what that had to do with the present question; but he could not, in delicacy29, urge it further.
They found quite a levee when they entered: the Reverend Mr. Pye, Mr. Galloway—who had called in with Arthur upon leaving the office for the night—and William Yorke. All were anxious to welcome and congratulate Mr. Channing; and all were willing to tender a word of sympathy respecting Charles. Possibly Mr. Yorke had also another motive30: if so, we shall come to it in due time.
Mr. Pye stayed only a few minutes. He did not say a word about the seniorship, neither did Mr. Channing to him. What, indeed, could either of them say? The subject was unpleasant on both sides; therefore it was best avoided. Tom, however, thought differently.
“Papa!” he exclaimed, plunging31 into it the moment Mr. Pye’s back was turned, “you might have taken the opportunity to tell him that I shall leave the school. It is not often he comes here.”
“But you are not going to leave the school,” said Mr. Channing.
“Yes, I am,” replied Tom, speaking with unmistakable firmness. “Hamish made me stay on, until you came home; and I don’t know how I have done it. It is of no use, papa! I cannot put up with the treatment—the insults I receive. It was bad enough to lose the seniorship, but that is as nothing to the other. And to what end should I stop, when my chance of the exhibition is gone?”
“It is not gone, Tom. Mr. Huntley—as word was written to me at Borcette—has declined it for his son.”
“It is not the less gone for me, papa. Let me merit it as I will, I shall not be allowed to receive it, any more than I did the seniorship. I am out of favour, both with master and boys; and you know what that means, in a public school. If you witnessed the way I am served by the boys, you would be the first to say I must leave.”
“What do they do?” asked Mr. Channing.
“They do enough to provoke my life out of me,” said Tom, falling into a little of his favourite heat. “Were it myself only that they attacked, I might perhaps stop and brave it out; but it is not so. They go on against Arthur in a way that would make a saint mad.”
“Pooh, pooh!” interposed Mr. Galloway, who was standing32 by. “If I am content to accept Arthur’s innocence33, surely the college school may be.”
Mr. Channing turned to the proctor. “Do you now believe him innocent?”
“I say I am content to accept his innocence,” was the reply of Mr. Galloway; and Arthur, who was within hearing, could only do as he had had to do so many times before—school his spirit to patience. “Content to accept,” and open exculpation34, were essentially35 different things.
“Let me speak with you a minute, Galloway,” said Mr. Channing, taking the proctor’s arm and leading him across the hall to the drawing-room. “Tom,” he added, looking back, “you shall tell me of these grievances36 another time.”
The drawing-room door closed upon them, and Mr. Channing spoke with eagerness. “Is it possible that you still suspect Arthur to have been guilty?”
“Channing, I am fairly puzzled,” returned Mr. Galloway, “His own manner, relating to it, has not changed, and that manner is not compatible with innocence, You made the same remark yourself, at the time.”
“But you have had the money returned to you, I understand.”
“I know I have.”
“Well, that surely is a proof that the thief could not have been Arthur.”
“Pardon me,” replied Mr. Galloway, “It may be a proof as much against him as for him: it may have come from himself.”
“Nay, where was Arthur to find twenty pounds to send to you?”
“There are two ways in which he might find it. But”—Mr. Galloway broke off abruptly—“I do not like to urge these things on you; they can only inflict38 pain.”
“Not greater pain than I have already undergone,” was Mr. Channing’s answer. “Tell me, I pray you, all your thoughts—all you suspect: just as though you were speaking to any indifferent friend. It is right that I should know it. Yes, come in, Huntley,” Mr. Channing added, for Mr. Huntley at that moment opened the door, unconscious that any private conference was going forward. “I have no secrets from you. Come in. We are talking of Arthur.”
“I was observing that there are two means by which the money could have come from Arthur,” resumed Mr. Galloway, when Mr. Huntley had entered. “The one, by his never having used the note originally taken; the other, by getting a friend to return it for him. Now, my opinion is, that he did not pursue the first plan, I believe that, if he took the note, he used it. I questioned him on the evening of its arrival, and at the first moment his manner almost convinced me that he was innocent. He appeared to be genuinely surprised at the return of the money, and ingenuously39 confessed that he had not possessed40 any to send. But his manner veered41 again—suddenly, strangely—veered round to all its old unsatisfactory suspiciousness; and when I hinted that I should recall Butterby to my counsels, he became agitated42, as he had done formerly43. My firm belief,” Mr. Galloway added, laying his hand impressively upon Mr. Channing—“my firm belief is, that Arthur did get the money sent back to me through a friend.”
“But what friend would be likely to do such a thing for him?” debated Mr. Channing, not in the least falling in with the argument. “I know of none.”
“I think”—and Mr. Galloway dropped his voice—“that it came from Hamish.”
“From Hamish!” was Mr. Channing’s echo, in a strong accent of dissent44. “That is nonsense. Hamish would never screen guilt37. Hamish has not twenty pounds to spare.”
“He might spare it in the cause of a brother; and for a brother’s sake he might even screen guilt,” pursued Mr. Galloway. “Honourable and open as Hamish is, I must still express my belief that the twenty pounds came from him.”
“Honourable and open as Hamish is!” the words grated on Mr. Huntley, and a cynical45 expression rose to his face. Mr. Channing observed it. “What do you think of it?” he involuntarily asked.
“I have never had any other opinion but that the money did come from Hamish,” drily remarked Mr. Huntley. And Mr. Channing, in his utter astonishment46, could not answer.
“Hamish happened to call in at my office the afternoon that the money was received,” resumed Mr. Galloway. “It was after I had spoken to Arthur. I had been thinking it over, and came to the conclusion that if it had come from Arthur, Hamish must have done it for him. In the impulse of the moment, I put the question to him—Had he done it to screen Arthur? And Hamish’s answer was a mocking one.”
“A mocking one!” repeated Mr. Channing. “A mocking, careless answer; one that vexed47 me, I know, at the time. The next day I told Arthur, point blank, that I believed the money came from Hamish. I wish you could have seen his flush of confusion! and, deny it, he did not. Altogether, my impression against Arthur was rather confirmed, than the contrary, by the receipt of the money; though I am truly grieved to have to say it.”
“And you think the same!” Mr. Channing exclaimed to Mr. Huntley.
“Never mind what I think,” was the answer. “Beyond the one opinion I expressed, I will not be drawn48 into the discussion. I did not intend to say so much: it was a slip of the tongue.”
Mr. Huntley was about to leave the room as he spoke, perhaps lest he should make other “slips;” but Mr. Channing interposed and drew him back. “Stay, Huntley,” he said, “we cannot rest in this uncertainty49. Oblige me by remaining one instant, while I call Hamish.”
Hamish entered in obedience50. He appeared somewhat surprised to see them assembled in conclave51, looking so solemn; but he supposed it related to Charles. Mr. Channing undeceived him.
“Hamish, we are speaking of Arthur. Both these gentlemen have expressed a belief—”
“I beg your pardon,” interrupted Mr. Huntley. “I said that I should be obliged if you would leave me out of the discussion.”
“What does it signify?” returned Mr. Channing, his tone one of haste. “Hamish, Mr. Galloway has expressed to me a belief that you have so far taken part with Arthur in that unhappy affair, as to send back the money to him.”
“Oh, indeed!” said Hamish; and his manner was precisely52 what Mr. Galloway had described it to have been at the time; light, mocking, careless. “Mr. Galloway did me the honour to express something of the same belief, I remember.”
“Did you send it, Hamish?” asked his father, a severe look crossing his face.
“No, sir, I did not,” emphatically replied Hamish. And Mr. Huntley turned and bent53 his keen eye upon him. In his heart of hearts he believed it to be a deliberate falsehood.
“I did not send the money, and I do not know who did send it,” went on Hamish. “But, as we are upon the subject, perhaps I may be allowed to express my opinion that, if there were as much labour taken to establish Arthur’s innocence, as it seems to me there is to prove him guilty, he might have been cleared long ago.”
That the remark was aimed at Mr. Galloway, there was no doubt. Mr. Huntley answered it; and, had they been suspicious, they might have detected a covert54 meaning in his tone.
“You, at any rate, must hold firm faith in his innocence.”
“Firm and entire faith,” distinctly assented55 Hamish. “Father,” he added, impulsively56 turning to Mr. Channing, “put all notion of Arthur’s guilt from you, at once and for ever. I would answer for him with my life.”
“Then he must be screening some one,” cried Mr. Galloway. “It is one thing or the other. Hamish, it strikes me you know. Who is it?”
A red flush mounted to Hamish’s brow, but he lapsed57 into his former mocking tone. “Nay,” said he, “I can tell nothing about that.”
He left the room as he spoke, and the conference broke up. It appeared that no satisfactory solution could be come to, if they kept it on till midnight. Mr. Galloway took leave, and hastened home to dinner.
“I must be going also,” remarked Mr. Huntley. Nevertheless, he returned with Mr. Channing to the other room.
“You told me at Borcette that you were fully58 persuaded of Arthur’s innocence; you were ready to ridicule59 me for casting a doubt upon it,” Mr. Channing remarked to him in a low tone, as they crossed the hall.
“I have never been otherwise than persuaded of it,” said Mr. Huntley. “He is innocent as you, or as I.”
“And yet you join Mr. Galloway in assuming that he and Hamish sent back the money! The one assertion is incompatible60 with the other.”
Mr. Huntley laid his hand upon Mr. Channing’s shoulder. “My dear friend, all that you and I can do, is to let the matter rest. We should only plunge61 into shoals and quicksands, and lose our way in them, were we to pursue it.”
They had halted at the parlour door to speak. Judith came bustling62 up at that moment from the kitchen, a letter in her hand, looking as if in her hurry she might have knocked them over, had they not made way for her to enter.
“Bad luck to my memory, then! It’s getting not worth a button. Here, Master Arthur. The postman gave it me at the door, just as I had caught sight of the fly turning the corner with the master and missis. I slipped it into my pocket, and never thought of it till this minute.”
“So! it has come at last, has it?” cried Arthur, recognising Roland Yorke’s handwriting.
“Is he really off?” inquired Tom.
“Yes, he is really off,” replied Arthur, opening the letter and beginning to glance over the contents. “He has sailed in the ship Africa. Don’t talk to me, Tom. What a long letter!”
They left him to read it in peace. Talking together—Mr. and Mrs. Channing, Mr. Huntley, William Yorke, Hamish, Constance—all were in a group round the fire, paying no attention to him. No attention, until an exclamation63 caused them to turn.
An exclamation half of distress64, half of fear. Arthur had risen from his chair, and stood, the picture of excitement, his face and lips blanching65.
“What is the matter?” they exclaimed.
“Roland—the ship—Roland”—and there Arthur stopped, apparently66 unable to say more.
“Oh, it’s drowned! it’s drowned!” cried quick Annabel. “The ship’s drowned, and Roland with it!” And Arthur sank back in his chair again, and covered his face with his hands.
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