“I came back to this very chair, Stratton, trembling and agitated1 as I had never been before, to stoop down at once, and then go upon one knee there—there on the rug. His head was just there, boy, and his face a little on one side, so that the profile of the vile2 scoundrel stood out, clearly cut, against the background of dark chocolate wood.”
Brettison’s manner was now excited, his words low and hoarse3, and his manner had proved contagious4; for Stratton’s lips parted, and he leaned over toward the speaker.
“For a few minutes I could do no more,” continued Brettison. “A horrible dread5 assailed6 me—that I had been deceived—that the door I had, in imagination, seen open before me had closed again, and that I was once more shut in with the terrible difficulty. But, nerving myself again, I passed one arm beneath the shoulders as before, raised him a little, and once more there was a low moan.”
“What?” cried Stratton wildly, as he started from his seat.
“Wait patiently, and you shall hear,” said Brettison; then, drawing a panting breath, as if the effort of recalling the terrible scene, with its excitement, was almost more than he could bear, he went on:
“I lowered him again, not daring to think that he was alive, knowing that the sound might have been caused by the escape of a little air from the cavity of the chest. For a few minutes I was sure that this was so, and my hopes were all dashed again. People have called me a learned man, Malcolm; but, before a difficulty like that, I was a poor, helpless, ignorant child.
“Mastering myself, though, at last, I thrust my hand into his breast; but I could feel nothing. I fancied there was a pulsation7, but could not tell but that it might be caused by my own throbbing9 arteries10. I tried the wrists, and then, tearing open the collar of his shirt, thrust my hand in there, and the pulsation was plain now. More, I distinctly felt a throb8, as a low moan once more escaped from the man’s lips.”
“Not dead?” gasped11 Stratton. “Her husband! Living? Great Heavens!”
He sank back into his chair, staring wildly; and then, in a hoarse whisper:
“Go on!” he panted, “go on!”
“The way of escape was open widely now,” cried Brettison, reaching over to clutch his companion’s wrist, “and I could see my way clearly. It was madness to attempt to move the body of a dead man through the streets, boy—detection was certain; but to take a sick or injured man from one place to another was simplicity12 itself, and I breathed freely. I could act.”
“Not dead—not dead!” muttered Stratton, who looked as if he had received some terrible mental blow, which had confused his faculties13 and made the effort of following his old friend’s narrative14 almost beyond his powers.
“I closed that door at once, in dread now lest the moans should have been heard; and, able to grasp the position, I could work coolly enough. Going down on my knees with sponge and basin, I soon found that there was a small orifice behind the right ear. This had bled freely, but it had ceased; and, grasping at once that the bullet had gone upward, I examined next to find its place of exit.
“There was none. The bullet was, in all probability, still in the head.
“He moaned a little as I bathed away all traces of the injury; and when I had done, save that tiny orifice just behind the ear, there was nothing to show that he was not sleeping, for the face was quite composed.
“What to do next? Not a moment, I felt, must be lost, if I wished to save his life; and, with a feeling of grim cynicism, I asked myself whether I did. For I was in a dilemma15. On the one hand, if I saved him, it cleared you from what might devolve into a charge of murder; on the other hand, if I let him die, Myra would be free, and some day—”
“No, no, impossible!” groaned16 Stratton. “Go on.”
“I could not decide what I ought to do at first, for—I confess it—I was dragged both ways; but I took the right road, Stratton.
“It was late, but it was a case of emergency, and the man’s face helped me to the tale I meant to tell. There was the swollen17 nose and there were the pimply18 blotches19 of the man who drank. That was sufficient for me; and with a strength of which I did not believe myself capable, I dragged him by the shoulders into my bedroom and locked him in. Then, taking my hat, I made my way out unseen, took a cab, and had myself driven to the house of an old servant, who was a pensioner20 of mine in South London. She was just about to retire for the night, but readily made preparations for the reception of an unfortunate friend of mine who had met with an accident, while I hurried back, discharged my cab, took a fresh one—the man, for ample pay, being willing enough to undertake my task, and soon found for me a strong helper.
“The rest was easy. I lied to them, and, on taking the man up with me, left him in my room, while I went into the chamber21, trembling lest I should find our enemy was dead.
“But he was lying back as I had left him, on a lounge, and I returned to the fellow I had brought up. I gave the man brandy, took a glass myself, and, before utilising the help I had brought, purposely sprinkled the wounded man with spirit—a hint being sufficient to direct the helper’s thoughts into the channel that this person he was to help to the cab was a victim to delirium22 tremens, for the face was evidence enough.
“My new companion was to have a sovereign for his pains, so he found no cause to object; and when I offered to help laughingly put me aside.
“‘Oh, I can carry him,’ he said, ‘like a baby.’
“A bold, indifferent manner was all, I felt, that was necessary; and fortune favoured me, for we did not pass a soul, and the placing of an apparently23 tipsy man in a four-wheel cab was not novelty enough to excite the interest of passers-by. I was quite right, I tell you; a bold, careless front carried all before it, and in a very few minutes I had left my chambers24 locked up, the helper was on the box seat, and we were rolled over Blackfriars Bridge to my old servant’s house.
“Here he was carried in, and old Mary shook her head at the scent25 of the spirits, but assisted willingly till my charge was laid upon the bed, the cabman and his companion dismissed, and then the doctor was fetched.”
“Hah!” ejaculated Stratton, as he wiped the great drops of sweat from his brow.
“You are faint,” said Brettison anxiously.
“Sick almost unto death,” said Stratton hoarsely26.
The old man rose and crossed to an old brass-bound cellarette, which he opened.
“No, no,” cried Stratton excitedly; “go on, man, go on. You are torturing me. Let me know the worst—or the best,” he cried with a bitter laugh. “Ought I to wish his life to be saved, and, know that I am not a murderer?”
“A man is no murderer who slays27 another in defence of his own life,” said Brettison calmly, getting out an old spirit decanter and glasses.
“Leave that,” cried Stratton, pushing away the glass his friend placed before him. “Go on—go on!”
“No,” said Brettison sternly; “you need the stimulus28 now.”
“Man, have you no feeling for me at such an anguish29 point as this?”
“Man, have you no feeling for one who is old and infirm, and who has shortened his poor share of life in his efforts to save you from the misery30 of your lot?”
“Forgive me,” groaned Stratton. “I am not what I was, Brettison.”
“No man could go through such a crucial passage in his life and come out the same,” was the quiet reply. “There, drink that. I do not indulge in these things, as you know; but I am faint, and it is hard work to collect one’s thoughts.”
He poured out two little glasses of the contents of the old decanter, and drank one—Stratton, whose temples were throbbing, and whose hand trembled in a palsied way, following his example.
“Now,” he said, “go on. I am in misery.”
“You must know all. I must tell it in my own way, for my mind is confused all through with doubts as to whether I was right in keeping you in ignorance of all this. I did not see it before; I do see it now.”
He looked upon Stratton’s worn and aged31 face with a look full of pity and compunction.
“I acted for the best, my boy,” he said—“I acted for the best; but I feel that I have been, in my zeal32, half-mad. Still at such a time a man cannot be cool-blooded, and act as he would after longer thought.”
Then, as he saw Stratton’s hands raised:
“The doctor came, saw the patient, and made his examination carefully, ending by applying proper bandages to the wound, while Barron lay perfectly33 insensible, only uttering a low moan now and then, as if he felt pain when touched; otherwise he lay quite calmly, as if asleep.
“And as the doctor busied himself he asked no questions; but, as if he were influenced by my thoughts as I stood by him, watching him and waiting to give him a garbled—there, a lying—version of the incident, he at last took the very view as I wished to convey it to him by words.
“‘A bad case, sir,’ he said at last. ‘I can do no more now. The bullet is evidently deeply imbedded. I will not take the risk of probing for it. Shall I get one of our eminent34 specialists in consultation35?’
“I shook my head.
“‘Fatal?’ I said at last.
“He shrugged36 his shoulders.
“‘Must speak plainly, sir,’ he said. ‘It is of no use to talk of hope to a man when one feels that there can be none. Poor fellow, his face tells the tale plainly enough. Drink. Stimulus after stimulus till the brandy, or whatever it is, ceases to have its effect. I knew one poor fellow who used to heat brandy over a spirit lamp to make its effect more rapid. Yes, ceases to have its effect, and more is used. Then the digestive powers break down, the over-goaded brain leaps from its bounds, and we have the delirium that ends in men feeling that life is not worth living, and makes them suicidal like this.’”
“You remember the very words?” said Stratton, looking at his friend wonderingly.
“Word for word,” said Brettison slowly, “and always shall. I remember, too, the thrill of horror that ran through my nerves as he stood for a few moments with his back to me, between me and the bed, bending first over his patient, and then straightening himself up and raising one arm—his right—with the fist clenched37, all but the index finger, which he passed over his shoulder to touch, with the point of the finger, the spot behind his own ear where the bullet had entered.
“For a few moments I did not understand his gesture; then I grasped the fact, and followed his thoughts. He was, in imagination, holding a pistol to his head as he thought his patient must have held it when the trigger was drawn38. He had completely taken my view that I wished to impart, and he was thinking of the inquest and the evidence he would have to give.”
Stratton looked at him for a few moments with dilated39 eyes.
At last he spoke40, for Brettison had become wrapped in thought, and sat gazing before him, as if seeing the whole horror once again.
“And did he,” said Stratton, in broken words, “attend him—to the end; did he say—at the inquest—that it was suicide?”
“No,” said Brettison, looking up with a start from his musings, and watching the effect of his words on his companion; “he tended him, but James Dale, or Barron, did not die. He is living now.”
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