Mrs. Garside's sister--her sister by marriage only--was dead. The house, plate, and furniture were to be sold, and Mrs. Garside had much to do. Edith, as a matter of course, must stay with her aunt. Lionel, if he wanted to see his promised wife, must go to Paris: and to Paris he decided1 that he would go.
The same post which brought him this letter brought him one from India, written by his uncle, General St. George. The old soldier's letter ran as under:
"My Dear Nephew,
"Allow me to congratulate you on your good fortune, the news of which followed close upon the intimation of my poor brother's death. I can safely say that there is no one in whose hands I would sooner see the family estates than yours. I contracted a very warm affection for you during my last visit to England, and that feeling has not diminished with time. But you must change your name, my dear boy. I know that you are a St. George at heart, and you must be one in name also. However, that is one of the things that we can discuss fully2 when I see you again. Please Heaven, that will be before either you or I are many months older.
"Yes, my dear nephew, it is even so. The old horse is nearly worn out at last. People begin to whisper that he is no longer equal to his work; and although the sound of the trumpet3 and the clash of arms have still their old charm for his ears, the day must shortly come when he will hear them for the last time. In brief, Lionel, putting aside what other people may think, I feel myself that I am getting creaky and out of repair, and a great longing4 has come over me to spend the few remaining days that may be left me somewhere near the dear old homestead where I first drew breath.
"I will write you full particulars in a week or two. Your brother Richard is in good health, and is prospering5. I had a letter from him only a few days ago. As things have turned out, it is perhaps quite as well that he came out to India instead of you.
"Your affectionate uncle,
"Lionel St. George."
"He shall live with us at Park Newton," said Lionel to himself as he folded up the letter. "It will be like finding a second father to have dear old Uncle Lionel come and share our home."
A few days later Lionel received a note from Tom Bristow. It was addressed to Gatehouse Farm, and had been sent from thence to Park Newton, Tom not having heard of Lionel's change of fortune. It was dated from Egypt, and was written with Tom's usual brevity. "Health much improved. Hope to be back in England in about three months from now. Shall take early opportunity of looking you up. The dear old days at the farm are not forgotten." That was nearly all.
"He will be here in time for the wedding," said Lionel, as he read the note. "I should like Tom Bristow to be my best man on that important occasion."
Nearly a fortnight passed away before Lionel Dering was able to leave the house. The wound on his head was a very severe one, and for the first two days and nights he lay in bed, to all outward seeming more dead than alive. As soon as he was in a condition to do so he sent for the Duxley superintendent6 of police, and told him confidentially7 all that he knew of the affair. Lionel was strongly averse8 to all unnecessary publicity9, and was especially desirous that no mention of the case should be made in the local newspapers. Had he been asked to state his reasons for wishing to keep the matter so private, he would perhaps have found it difficult to do so. Nevertheless, the feeling to act thus was strong upon him.
It was proved, on investigation10, that the intruder, whoever he might be, had obtained, access to the house through one of the library windows. One of the panes11 had been cut out with a diamond, and the window then unfastened. Next came the discovery of a secret passage from the library to the late Mr. St. George's bedroom. Those among the servants who had been at Park Newton under the old regime denied all knowledge of the existence of any such passage, and their statements might well be true.
The passage in question was one of a kind by no means uncommon12 in houses built a couple of centuries ago. It was simply a very narrow staircase, built in the thickness of the wall, and leading from the ground floor to the floor above. The entrance to it was behind a sliding panel in the bedroom; but both exit and entrance were so carefully hidden that a person might pass his whole life at Park Newton without ever suspecting the existence of such a place. One of Lionel's first acts, after a thorough exploration of the passage had been made, was to send for the bricklayers and have both entrance and exit walled up.
But the little closet or cupboard in the bedroom had still to be considered. It was nothing more than a small square opening in the wall; and, like the staircase, it was hidden behind the panelling, and secured still further by means of a secret spring. It was evident that the late Mr. St. George had known the secret of the cupboard, and had used the place as a safe depository for money and other valuables. It was equally certain that this latter fact must have been well known to Lionel's assailant; and there could be no doubt that the object of the midnight raid had been to rifle the cupboard of its contents. Some testimony13 as to the quality of those contents had been unavoidably left behind in the hurry of flight. Three or four small diamonds, and a couple of sovereigns of recent coinage, were found scattered14 on the floor: but as to the further value of the property stolen there were no means of judging.
Lionel had no reason for suspecting any of the people immediately about him, nor did such a thought ever find a lodging15 in his mind. The more he considered the matter, the more certain he felt that the man of whom he had caught a glimpse in the shrubbery was really the thief. But even granting such to be the case, the mystery was no nearer solution than before. Whoever the man might be, he had got clear away without leaving the slightest clue behind him by which he might be traced.
Lionel's first visit, when he was able to get out of doors again, was to a little cottage on the outskirts16 of Duxley, where lived an old man, Joseph Nixon by name, who had been body-servant to the late Mr. St. George, and to his father before him. Nixon was now living on a pension granted him by the family; and it seemed to Lionel that he would be more likely than any one else to have a knowledge of the hidden staircase, and the cupboard in the bedroom wall. He found the old man infirm in body but clear in mind. Yes, he said, in answer to Lionel's inquiries17, he knew all about the staircase in the wall, and the little closet behind the panelling in his old master's bedroom. Mr. St. George, who was somewhat peculiar18 in his ways, was in the habit of keeping a considerable amount of ready money in the house, and used the cupboard as a secure place of deposit, known to himself and Nixon alone.
"But was there nothing besides money ever kept there?" asked Lionel.
"Yes, sir; there was a diamond necklace, and some other things as well," answered Nixon.
"It was rather a strange place in which to keep a diamond necklace, was it not?"
"Well, sir, this is how it was. When Mr. Arthur St. George was a young man, he was engaged to be married to a handsome young lady. The wedding day was fixed19, and everything ready, when he made her a present of a diamond necklace. She wore it once only--at a grand ball to which he took her. Next day she was taken ill; a week later she was dead. Her friends sent back the necklace, and my master seemed as if he could never bear to part from it after that time. Many and many a time I've known him to sleep with it under his pillow."
Here was a page of romance out of his uncle's life that was quite fresh to Lionel.
"He was one o' the old-fashioned sort of lovers, was Mr. St. George," added Nixon. "He didn't know what it was to change."
"And are you certain that my uncle and yourself were the only two people who knew of the existence of the staircase and the cupboard? Try to remember. Think carefully before you answer."
"It's not in my knowledge," answered the old man, slowly, "that anybody knew about either of them places but my master and myself. Unless, maybe----"
"Yes--unless what?"
"Unless Mr. Kester St. George happened to know about them."
"And do you really think that my cousin Kester does know that there are two such places in existence?" asked Lionel after a pause.
"Now I come to think of it, sir, he does know about the cupboard. Going suddenly into the bedroom one day, without knowing that he was there, I found him standing20 by the cupboard, with the door open, and the diamond necklace in his hand. It was not my place to say anything, and it seemed no more than likely, at that time, that some day the necklace would be his own property. But, as regards the staircase, sir, I don't know as Mr. Kester was ever told about that."
There was nothing more to be learned, so Lionel took a kindly21 leave of the old man, who seemed as if he could not sufficiently22 express his delight at not having been forgotten by "the new master."
Lionel neither could nor would believe that Kester had had any hand in the midnight robbery. Nevertheless, he sent word next day to the chief constable23 of Duxley not to proceed any further with his investigation of the affair. In his letters to Edith he had been careful not to mention the matter in any way. It would only have frightened her, and could have done no possible good.
As soon as he was thoroughly24 recovered he set out for Paris. He had not seen Edith for several weeks, and longer separation was unendurable.
One morning there came a letter to Edith, in which Lionel stated that he should be in Paris twelve hours after the receipt of it. What a day of joyful25 expectation was that! Edith could neither read, nor work, nor even sit quietly and do nothing. All she could do was to wander absently from room to room, touching26 a few notes on the piano now and again, or gaze dreamily out of the windows, or feed the noisy troop of sparrows that assembled daily on the window-sill for their accustomed bounty27. She sent out for a Railway Guide that she might be enabled to follow Lionel step by step on his journey. "Now he is at Dover," she said to herself. A little while later, "Now the steamer is nearly at Calais." Later still, "Now he has left Calais. Half his journey is over. In six more hours he will be here."
"Come and have some tea, child," said Mrs. Garside. "I declare you look quite worn and anxious. Mr. Dering will think I've been working you to death."
Mrs. Garside was very glad on her own account that Lionel was coming The forms and processes of French law in connection with the property left her by her sister troubled her exceedingly. She knew that she could count on Lionel's good-natured assistance in extricating28 her from sundry29 perplexities into which she had fallen.
How slowly the hours went by; as hours, when they are watched, always seem to do! Mrs. Garside began to prophesy30. "Perhaps the train will be delayed," she said. "Perhaps he will think it too late to call. Perhaps we shall not see him till midday to-morrow." To all which Edith could only respond with a doleful "Perhaps."
"But for all that," said Mrs. Garside, "we will have dinner ready for him to the minute. Men are never good-tempered when they are hungry. Always bear that little fact in mind, Edith, when you get married."
So a choice little repast was prepared, and Edith went out and bought some flowers with which to decorate the table; then the candles were lighted; and after that they could only sit and wait.
By-and-by a cab came rattling31 into the courtyard. Then there came the sound of welcome footsteps on the stairs, and next moment Lionel was with them.
What two happy hours were those before the time came for them to bid each other good-night! But, then, what a little suffices to make us happy when we are in love! Kind-hearted Mrs. Garside was happy in the happiness of Edith, and in the freshness and change which Lionel's welcome arrival brought with it. Edith and Lionel asked nothing more for the time being than to be able to see each other, and speak to each other, and to spell out that silent language of the eyes which has often a meaning far more deep and heartfelt than any words can convey.
In Paris that year the spring seemed to come earlier than usual. Already the Bois was beginning to clothe itself in a mantle32 of tenderest green. The daylight hours were warm and bright; hardly a cloud was to be seen in the sky. All the gay world of Paris was on the qui vive. It was a splendid moving panorama33, framed with flowers and softest buds just bursting into leaf. To the fancies of Edith and Lionel it almost seemed as if all this glamour34 and brightness had been devised by some kind fairy godmother for their especial behoof, simply because they were under love's sweet witchery, and that it would all vanish like a dream the moment they two should have quitted the scene. They spent hours in the Louvre looking at the pictures. They spent more hours on the pleasant Boulevards, jostled by troops of pleasure-seekers. But it is more than probable that, as sightseers, they saw very little indeed. They moved like dreamers in the midst of a crowd, like denizens35 of a more etherealized world, who breathed, as of right, a finer atmosphere, and in whose veins36 flowed the only true elixir37 of life. It was a season of happiness, pure and unalloyed. They saw nothing--not even in their dreams had they any prevision--of the huge black cloud whose edge already touched the horizon, whose sable38 folds would soon shut out the sunshine and the flowers, but whose thunders would smite39 in vain the strong pure rock of their mutual40 love.
By the end of a fortnight, thanks to the assistance given by Lionel, Mrs. Garside's legal difficulties were at an end. After a few last lingering days in Lutetia the Beautiful, they went back to London together. Lionel saw the two ladies safely housed in Roehampton Terrace, and then bade them farewell for a little while. The marriage was to take place in June, and there was much to be done before that time.
Having some purchases to make, Lionel stopped in London for a few hours, after leaving Edith, before continuing his journey home. He had kept telling himself, as he came along in the train, that he must not fail to call on Kester before going back to Park Newton. He wanted his cousin to fix a date for his promised visit. But when London was reached and his business done, he still felt unaccountably reluctant to pay the call. He shrank from making any inquiry41 of himself as to the origin of this strange reluctance42, but its existence he could not dispute. Was it possible that some half-formed and unacknowledged doubt was at work in his mind as to whether the man who had so brutally43 struck him down was any other than Kester St. George? If so, it was a doubt that never clothed itself with words even to himself. But, be that as it may, four o'clock was reached; his train started at five, and Great Carrington Street was still as far away as ever.
His irresolution44 was brought to a sudden end at last. He was gazing absently into Colnaghi's window, when a hand was laid lightly on his shoulder, and his cousin's musical voice fell on his ear.
"What! in town again, old fellow? You might have let one know that you were coming."
All Lionel's half-shaped doubts vanished in a moment under the influence of his cousin's genial45 smile and hearty46 grasp of the hand. As he stood there his conscience pricked47 him that he should have wronged Kester for a moment even in thought.
"I have only just got back from Paris," he said. "I am glad to have met you, because I want you to fix a date for your promised visit to Park Newton."
Kester was not alone. His arm was linked in that of another man. "Before fixing anything," he said, "I must introduce to you my particular friend, Mr. Percy Osmond.--Osmond, my cousin, Li Dering, of whom you have frequently heard me speak."
The two men bowed.
"Is it possible," asked Lionel, "that you are a brother of the Mr. Kenneth Osmond whom I met when in America?"
"Kenneth Osmond and I are certainly brothers," answered the other.
"Then I am very pleased to make your acquaintance. Your brother and I travelled together for six months through some of the wildest parts of North America. I never met with a man in my life whom I esteemed48 more or liked better."
"Look here," said Kester. "We can't stand jawing49 in the street for ever. My club's not three minutes away. Let us go there and wet the talk with a bottle of fiz."
Mr. Percy Osmond was about eight-and-twenty years old. He was of medium height and slender build, and of a somewhat effeminate appearance. He had good features, and had rather fine black eyes, of which he was particularly proud. But there was a shiftiness about them, a restlessly suspicious look, as though the man at one time had been haunted by some terrible fear, and had never been able to forget it.
His face was closely shaven, except for a thin, silky, black moustache, which he wore with long waxed ends. He was foppishly dressed in the latest fashion, and displayed a profusion50 of jewellery. But there was something about him so arrogant51 and self-opinionated, something so coldly contemptuous of other men's feelings and opinions whenever they chanced to clash with his own, that Lionel had not been ten minutes in his company before he said to himself that Mr. Percy Osmond was very different from Mr. Percy Osmond's brother, and could never be included by him among the few men he numbered as his friends.
"So you want to pin me down to a date, do you?" said Kester as they sat down in the smoking-room at the club.
"I should certainly like, to fix you, now that I am here," answered Lionel.
"How would this day fortnight suit you?"
"No time could suit me better. And if Mr. Osmond will honour me by coming down to Park Newton at the same time, I need hardly say how pleased I shall be to see him there."
"Very kind of you, I'm sure," said Osmond. "Glad to run down to your place, especially as St. George is going. Am thinking of buying a quiet little country roost myself. Town life is awfully52 wearing, you know."
Kester laughed aloud. "Osmond would commit suicide before he had been in the country a month," he said. "He is one of those unhappy mortals who cannot live away from bricks and mortar53. The shady side of Pall54 Mall is dearer to him than all the county lanes and hayfields in the world."
"You do me an injustice--really," said Osmond. "Some of my tastes are quite idyllic55. No one, for instance, could be fonder of clotted56 cream than I am. I never shoot, myself--haven't muscle enough for it, you know--yet I have a weakness for grouse57 pie that almost verges58 on the sublime59."
"Or the ridiculous," interposed Kester.
"By-the-by, I hope you are not without a billiard-table at your place," said Osmond, with that affected60 little cough which was peculiar to him.
"We have a table on which you shall play all day long if you choose," said Lionel.
"Then I'll come. Country air and billiards61 charming combination! Yes, you may expect to see me at the same time that you see St George."
He made a memorandum62 of the date in his tablets; and after a little further talk, he shook hands with Lionel and went, leaving the two cousins together.
Kester looked after him with a sneer63. "There goes another gilded64 fool," he said.
"I thought you introduced him to me as your particular friend," said Lionel.
"I called him my particular friend because he is rich. I can't afford to call any poor man my friend."
"My reason for inviting65 him to Park Newton was partly because I thought it would please you to have him there at the same time as yourself, and partly out of compliment to his brother, whom I respect and like exceedingly."
"Don't mistake me. I am glad you have asked him down to the old place. As I said before, he is rich, and some day or other he may be useful to me. All the same, he's an awful screw, and thinks as much of one sovereign as I do of five."
"How long have you known him?" asked Lionel.
"For a dozen years at the least. When he was twenty-one he came in for a fortune of twelve thousand pounds. This he contrived66 to get through very comfortably in the course of a couple of seasons. Then came the climax67. For two years longer he managed to pick up a precarious68 crust among the different friends and acquaintances whom he had made during his more prosperous days. Then, when everybody had become thoroughly tired of him, he crossed the Atlantic. For the next four years he was lost sight of utterly69. When heard of again, he had sunk to the position of marker in a billiard-saloon at New Orleans. After that, he was heard of in several places, but always in dreadfully low water. Then came the story of a murder in which he was said to be somehow mixed up, but nobody on this side seemed ever to get at the truth about it; and the next thing we heard about him was something altogether different. An old maiden70 aunt had died and had left the scapegrace eighty thousand pounds. Such as you saw him to-day, he turned up in London three months ago. Bitter experience has taught him the value of money. Still he has his weaknesses. What those weaknesses are it is my business just now to find out."
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