For days afterwards he asked nothing more than to lie on the sofa in his wife's dressing-room, holding her hand in his, letting his eyes rest on her face, and feeling her soothing3 presence over and around him like rain on a desert land.
The bow that bad been bent4 so long was now unstrung; the terrible ordeal5 was at an end. The rebound6 was so immense, the change so sudden and wonderful, from the imminent7 prospect8 of a disgraceful and horrible death to comparative safety and the loving shelter of his wife's arms, that mind and body were alike shaken for a little while: and, for the first forty-eight hours after his escape, Lionel Dering was like a man just beginning to recover from some lingering and painful illness, and had to be waited upon and tended as though he were a veritable invalid10.
But joy rarely kills; and basking11 in the warmth and sunlight of his wife's love, Lionel breathed an atmosphere of happiness beyond what words could tell, which, like ozone12 to a sick man, gave him back by degrees his health both of mind and body, and endowed him with strength and vigour13 to fight the stern battle still before him.
Every precaution against a surprise was taken by the inmates14 of Alder Cottage. All the lower windows had been fitted with screws, so as to render it impossible for them to be opened from the outside, and strong chains had been fixed15 to all the doors, so that they could be partially16 opened, and yet no one be able to gain admission without leave. Night and day the chains were kept fastened, and were only let down for a moment at a time to allow of the egress17 or ingress of the inmates, or of their sole visitor, Tom Bristow. The blinds were kept lowered as much as possible; and at nightfall, when the lamps were lighted, shutters18 and thick curtains effectually precluded19 any spying from the outside.
The wardrobe brought by Tom from London, as already stated, was fixed in a recess20 in Edith's dressing-room, and it was this room which Lionel chiefly occupied. Here Tom used to come and see him, and many were the long talks they had together over Lionel's future plans and prospects21.
The first step was to get Lionel safely out of England. By the end of the first week after his escape, he began to chafe22 under the restraints imposed upon him by the necessities of the case. He became possessed23 by a longing24, almost irresistible25 in its force, to go out of doors--to breathe the free air of heaven beyond the close walls of the cottage, if only for one short hour; and only by the earnest entreaties26 of his wife and Tom was he persuaded to keep within.
Mr. Drayton's spies had not been set to watch the cottage four-and-twenty hours before Tom knew of it, and it only made him all the more anxious to get Lionel away. But the question of whither he should go was beset27 with many difficulties. Many plans had been discussed by the two friends, but nothing had been decided28 upon when Mr. Drayton and his merry men set out for Alder Cottage, one windy afternoon, armed with the search-warrant issued by Colonel Chumley.
The superintendent29's imperative30 summons at the front door echoed through the little house, blanching31 the cheeks of the two ladies, and causing Martha Vince to drop the plate she was carrying as though it were red hot. Edith sprang to the window and peered out between the venetians. "They are come--the police!" she said with a gasp32. "Don't let them in, Martha, till I tell you that I'm ready."
Then she flew upstairs. Lionel had been dozing33 over a novel on the sofa; but the summons had aroused him, and Edith found him standing34 against the door, waiting to hear her news. "What is it?" he asked.
"Oh, darling--the police!" And then her arms went round him as if in their white shelter he could find a protection from every danger.
"Let them come," said Lionel, as he stooped and kissed the upturned yearning35 face on his shoulder. "It is better so. When once they have searched and found nothing, we shall be left in peace--our suspense36 will be at an end. Let them come."
"But if----?" The terror in her eyes said the rest.
"Fear nothing, dearest. I have no fear myself. They will not find me. Be you but calm and resolute37, and all will go well."
Again the superintendent's imperative summons sounded through the house.
Husband and wife kissed each other hurriedly; then Lionel disappeared into his hiding-place, and Edith, having made sure that no traces of his presence were visible in the room, glided38 downstairs, and motioned with her hand for Martha Vince to open the door.
Martha undid39 the bolts and chains, and flung open the door. Mr. Drayton entered brusquely, followed by two of his men. The remaining two were instructed to wait outside and see that no one quitted the premises40 without leave.
"Do you always keep your visitors waiting as long as you have kept me?" asked Mr. Drayton roughly, as he advanced into the passage.
Edith came forward out of the parlour, her embroidery41 in her hands "Before answering your question, sir," she said, "you will perhaps allow me to ask what your business here may be, or by what right you walk into my house without first obtaining permission to do so?"
"By the right, ma'am, which the law has placed in my hands." He spoke42 with more, politeness this time, raising his hat as he did so. This was no servant whom he could bully43 and frighten at will, but a lady, as any one could see at the first glance, and one beneath whose calmly cold and slightly contemptuous scrutiny45 his own eyes fell abashed46 and self-confused.
"I fail to apprehend47 your meaning, sir."
"I am the unfortunate bearer of a warrant authorizing48 me to search the premises known as Alder Cottage."
"A warrant to search my house! Do you suspect us of being smugglers?--or what?"
"It is considered by those in authority that there is just a faint possibility that Mr. Lionel Dering, who lately escaped from prison, may be hidden somewhere about the place."
Edith's little musical burst of laughter was delicious. "Do you hear that, aunty?" she called out to Mrs. Garside, who was sitting at work in the parlour. "They positively49 suspect poor you and me of being two conspirators51, and of having Mr. Dering hidden somewhere about us--in your work-basket, aunty, or up the chimney, or under the sofa. Is it not a charming idea?"
"My dear, I always told you that you were too much of a madcap," responded Mrs. Garside as she quietly proceeded to re-thread her needle. "You must remember that, although this is supposed to be a free country, you are not allowed to laugh at the police."
"But I do so enjoy being thought a conspirator50. I wish we had poor Mr. Dering under our roof, don't you, aunty? I would give very much to know what has become of him." Then, turning to Martha, she added, "Martha, you will please conduct these gentlemen all over the house, from garret to cellar--there must be no room held sacred from them--not even our bedrooms. And be careful that you treat them with respect."
"With the deepest respect," chimed in Mrs. Garside, "or you may find yourself a prisoner before you are aware of it."
"And now, sir," said Edith, turning to Drayton, to whom this style of treatment was altogether new and puzzling, "you will perhaps oblige me by beginning your perquisition with this room," indicating the little parlour; "after which my servant will accompany you over the rest of the house."
"No perquisites52 allowed in the police, ma'am," said Drayton, with the air of a man whose moral sense was shocked by the bare mention of the word.
"You misunderstand me," said Edith, with a smile. "What I meant was, that I wish you to search this room first of all, as I should not like my aunt to be disturbed more than is absolutely necessary."
"Don't trouble about me, my dear," said Mrs. Garside. "This good gentleman's visit is quite a godsend. We see so little company, and get so very mopey sometimes, that the incident of this afternoon comes quite as a pleasant change, and will serve us to talk about for many a day to come."
So Mr. Drayton, coughing deferentially53 behind his hand, did just take a cursory54 glance round the little chintz-furnished room. "Not such a fool as to expect to find him there," he said to himself as he bowed himself out again.
Then Edith made him a haughty55 little curtsey, and politely shut him out, as though she had done with him for ever and a day.
"I don't like that man's look," whispered Mrs. Garside as soon as the door was closed.
"Nor I," answered Edith. "I know by his eyes that he is brimful of suspicion; and yet I cannot believe that he is acting56 on any positive information." Her assumption of indifference57 had vanished utterly. She was the loving, anxious, heart-wrung wife again.
She sank on her knees and rested her head for a moment on Mrs. Garside's knee. The killing58 anxiety of the last few weeks was beginning to tell upon her in despite of herself. But next moment she was on her feet again, and, gliding59 across the floor, she crouched60 down and glued her ear to the keyhole.
"They are in the breakfast-room," she whispered. And then in a little while: "Now they are in the kitchen." A few minutes later came the ominous61 words: "And now they are going upstairs!"
Pale and terror-stricken the two ladies waited, every minute seeming an hour, while the heavy footsteps overhead went tramping with slow, methodical precision from room to room. So long as they kept out of the fatal dressing-room it did not matter, but that was the very place, or so it seemed to Edith, where they lingered longest of all. "Will they never come out of that room?" she kept on asking herself with agonized62 earnestness. And then her very heart would seem to stand still with the intensity63 of her listening. The slow seconds measured themselves accurately64 by the clock on the chimney-piece, but still no sound reached her to indicate that any discovery had been made; and at length, with intense relief and thankfulness, she heard the heavy footsteps come tramping downstairs.
The footsteps passed slowly into the dining-room, and then Edith could hear the low muttering of two or three voices, as though the superintendent and his men were deep in consultation65.
"Surely the worst is over," said Mrs. Garside. "A few minutes more, and they will be gone."
But suddenly Edith started to her feet with an exclamation66. "There were three men: went upstairs," she cried, "but only two of them have come down! Why has not the third man come down with the others?"
"Are you quite sure that you are not mistaken?" asked Mrs. Garside, anxiously.
"Quite sure, aunt--only too sure. I cannot bear to be shut up here any longer. Better to know the worst at once. I will go and see for myself."
And before Mrs. Garside had time to interpose, Edith had opened the door almost without a sound, had passed out of the room, and was gliding noiselessly upstairs, so as not to be heard by the men in the dining-room.
Edith was right. Three men had gone upstairs and only two had come down. The laggard67 was Mr. Drayton's second in command--Sergeant68 Tilley.
Mr. Tilley was a tall, lanky69, weak-kneed man, with watery70 eyes, and a slow, hesitating way of speaking, rather uncommon71 among gentlemen of his profession. He had been on duty for the last twelve hours, and, feeling thoroughly72 worn out, had sat down to rest for a moment on a corner of the sofa in Edith's dressing-room, and there he was left by Mr. Drayton and the other constable73 when they followed Martha Vince downstairs. He sat down to rest for a minute, and his thoughts flew home to Mrs. Tilley and the five little Tilleys, who had to be fed, clothed, and lodged--after a fashion--out of his scanty74 wage. "Ah!" he sighed to himself, "if I could but spot this Mr. Dering, and get the reward, what a happy man I should be! But there's no such luck. Bill and Kitty will have to go without their shoes for another week or two; and as for the old woman's new gown, why----"
Sergeant Tilley never finished his sentence. Deceived by the silence in the room, believing all danger to be at an end, and cramped75 in every limb from standing so long in one position without moving, Lionel Dering touched the spring, pushed open the false back of the wardrobe, and prepared to emerge from his hiding-place. The first object that met his startled gaze was the terror-stricken face of Sergeant Tilley, who, seated on the extreme edge of the sofa, was gazing at him as though he were some unsubstantial ghost come to revisit the pale glimpses of the moon.
Lionel changed colour, and his heart sank within him. To go back was useless--impossible. Instead of retreating, he advanced a step or two into the room, and then stood still.
The sergeant rose to his feet. His presence of mind was coming back to him. Visions of four hundred golden sovereigns floated before his dazzled eyes. He too advanced a step or two. "You are my prisoner," he said, and he stretched forth76 his hand as if to arrest Lionel. But that very instant his hand was seized, and Edith was before him--her white, pleading face, tearful and agonized, uplifted to his, her white and slender fingers clasped tightly round his bony wrist.
"No--no--no!" she cried, in low, hurried accents. "You must not--you shall not arrest him! You are a man, a husband, a Christian77! He is my husband, and he is innocent. I swear before Heaven that he is innocent! Arrest him, and his blood will lie at your door, and be a curse upon you and yours for ever."
"I--I must do my duty, ma'am," stammered78 Tilley. "This gentleman is my prisoner, and he must come along with me."
"Four hundred pounds are offered for his capture," said Edith. "No one but you knows that he is here. Keep that knowledge to yourself--lock it up as a secret in your own breast, and six hundred pounds shall be put into your hands this very night."
"Six hundred pounds!" murmured Tilley. He was staggered by the amount.
"Yes, two hundred pounds more than the reward shall be yours, and your hands will be free from the stain of innocent blood. Look at him--look at that man," she cried, "and tell me, is that the face of a murderer?"
Lionel came a step or two nearer. "My wife has but spoken the truth," he said. "As there is a Heaven above us, I am as innocent of the murder of Mr. Osmond as you are!"
"You are a good man--you are a kind-hearted man," pleaded Edith. "I can see it in your face--I can read it in your eyes. You have a wife and children. Think what you can buy for them--think with what comforts you can surround them, out of six hundred pounds. But stain your hands with that vile79 blood-money, and you will be a marked man among your fellow-men to the last hour of your miserable80 life!"
"Tilley, Tilley, where are you? Why don't you come down?" called Mr. Drayton from below.
"Coming, sir--coming," cried Tilley.
For a moment he hesitated. But Edith was still before him. His rough hands were still clasped by her delicate fingers. Her lovely face--pallid, despairful--was gazing up at him with tearful and beseeching81 eyes. Sergeant Tilley was but a man, and a softhearted one. Here was a beautiful woman begging and praying of him to accept six hundred pounds. "I never could stand out against a woman's tears," he said to himself; and being no more than mortal, he succumbed82.
"Have the money ready by nine o'clock to-night," he said in a hoarse83 whisper. "I'll come for it myself, and give three taps at the kitchen-door. One of you can just open the door a few inches, and put the money out, and I'll take it--and you needn't see me and I needn't see you."
Edith pressed the sergeant's rough hand to her lips, in a passion of gratitude84, and then fell back in a dead faint. With a warning finger held up to Lionel, Mr. Tilley quitted the room, and joined the superintendent downstairs. Five minutes later Martha Vince shut the door behind the three men. Mr. Drayton was quite satisfied that Lionel Dering was hidden nowhere about Alder Cottage. "But for the life of me," he said to his companions as they walked down the garden, "I can't understand why the doors and windows are fastened up with so many chains, and bolts, and screws, unless they've got something hidden somewhere that they are precious sweet on, and want to keep all to themselves."
"Ah," responded Tilley with a knowing shake of the head, "women are but timorous85 creatures when they live by themselves, and Alder Cottage is a lonely place at the best of times."
At five minutes past nine that same evening three low, distinct raps sounded on the back door of Alder Cottage. The door was opened a little way, and a hand, holding a bag full of gold and notes, was thrust out into the darkness. Another hand in the darkness took the bag. There was a sound of retreating footsteps; the door was shut and bolted, and all was dark and silent as before.
All these things were duly told to Tom Bristow when he next visited Alder Cottage. Lionel was disposed to think that, now the search had proved unsuccessful, all danger, at least for a little while to come, was at an end. But Tom was by no means so satisfied on that point, and what had just happened only made him all the more anxious to get his friend away to some safer and more distant hiding-place. After many conversations and much discussion pro9 and con44., a plan was at length agreed upon which Tom, with characteristic energy, at once began to put into execution. A few days were necessary for the preparation of certain details. But, before those few days were over, quite a new and unexpected turn was given to the course of events at Alder Cottage.
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