The houses are there still, but many of them have been found substantial enough to bear a couple of floors on the top of the old structure; and some of the trees are still in their old places—vigorous old fellows of artful nature, who declined to trust their roots where they would be poisoned by the company’s gas mains or cut off by the picks and shovels4 of the navvies at work on the main drainage scheme. Consequently, they lived, though in a sad, decrepit5, mutilated way; bent6 back, beheaded, carved and cropped—limbless dwarfs7, for the most part, but always ready to put forth8 plenty of tender, green leaves in the spring-time, and to make a litter of the dead early in the autumn, while the country trees were still in full costume.
The road—which ran at right angles out of what was once a highly respectable retired-tradesman thoroughfare, with gardens rich in lilac and laburnum, now all busy shops—no longer lost itself in rhubarb gardens, but was carried on through miles of crowded streets; and it was through these, by an ingenious short cut and long fare process, that a hansom cab was being driven, till Queen Charlotte’s Road was reached, and a signal given for the man to stop by a semaphore use of Brettison’s gouty umbrella.
Stratton gazed wonderingly at the neat, green-verandahed cottage, half-hidden by the cropped trees and a well kept privet hedge, and noted9 as they entered the gate that there was a cane10 armchair just outside the French window, sheltered by the broad veranda, and that there were many wheel-marks on the gravel11, suggestive of perambulators and children; but, in its well painted, clean windows, carefully tended garden, and general aspect of comfort, the place was anything but that where Stratton had expected to find an escaped convict confined.
Hardly a word had been said during the drive out, but Stratton had quite made up his mind what to do. He felt that he would be running counter to his friend’s wishes, and might seem unmerciful, but at the cost of any suffering to Myra he felt that it was the best thing, and would result in saving her future cares.
They were met at the door by the comely12 looking grey-haired woman who had played the part of nurse, and she drew back, smiling, to show them into a cheerful sitting room, well-furnished, with a canary on one side of the window and a particularly sage-looking starling in a wicker cage on the other.
“Ah, Dick!” said Brettison, rubbing his finger along the sides of the canary’s cage. “Well, Jack13!”
The yellow bird burst into song, and the speckled starling uttered a sharp, jarring sound, and set up all its sharp-pointed14, prickly looking plumes15 till it resembled a feathered porcupine16.
“Not such an uncomfortable place for a man to live in, eh?” said Brettison cheerily. “Better than our dull, dusty chambers17, eh?”
Stratton’s eyes were wandering about, noting a clay tobacco pipe on the hob, a jar on the table, and an easy-chair and spittoon by the fireplace, while flowers were in a vase on the table, and a couple of solemn looking, swollen-eyed, pompous18 goldfish sailed round and round their little crystal globe, as if it were their world, and nothing outside were of the least consequence, unless it might have been the fat cat, with fish-hook claws, half asleep where the sun made a patch on the stone outside the French window.
“Like this place better than the old street, eh, Mary?” said Brettison.
“Oh, indeed yes, sir! It’s quite like being in the country, and yet with all the advantages of town.”
“As the house agent said in his advertisement, eh? Well, where is Mr Cousin?”
“Only gone to get his morning shave, sir. He’ll be back soon.”
“Humph! Pretty well?”
“Oh, yes, sir; he’s nicely, thank you. Really, sir, I don’t think he wants the chair at all. It’s only because he likes it and has grown used to it.”
“Yes, yes; I suppose so. Creatures of habit, Mary. Want any money—any rates or taxes due? Coal cellar all right—want another ton?”
“Oh, no, sir, thank you. I haven’t near got through the last money yet.”
“Mary, you’re a paragon19 of economy,” said Brettison. “There, that will do now. I’ll sit down and have a chat with my friend till he comes back.”
There was a smile and a courtesy, and the woman withdrew.
“Sit down, my dear boy. No use to make a labour of our task. Not bad quarters, eh? Not to be changed lightly for the locks and bars of The Foreland, eh?”
Stratton looked at him reproachfully.
“Are you not taking all this too lightly?” he said.
“Oh, I hope not. But we shall see. I’m afraid that I should never have done for a judge, Malcolm. I should have let all the prisoners off with light sentences. Ah, here he comes!”
For there was the sound of wheels, a faint creaking, and from where Stratton sat, with his back to the window, he could hear the brushing of a light vehicle against the shrubs20, as it was evidently being pushed up to the side door.
Stratton’s first impulse was to turn round and gaze out at the man he had come to see, but he mastered his desire and sat up rigidly21, with his eyes fixed22 upon the door, and the scenes of the past flitting before him in a rapid sequence. Now he was listening to the flushed, coarse looking, brutalised scoundrel, boasting of his position and power to wreck23 the future of a beautiful, innocent woman; then they were talking fiercely together, and there was the struggle. And, again, that horrible scene—with the smoke gradually spreading through the room, while Barron lay prone24 upon the carpet, with a little thread of blood slowly trickling25 down from behind his ear. This gave place, as there was a rustling26 in the entry, to a picture of the moments when there was another terrible rustling as he dragged the body into the bath-closet and strove so hard to hide all traces of the catastrophe27.
Then the door slowly opened, there was the thumping28 of a couple of sticks, and, in utter astonishment29, Stratton was gazing at a grey-haired, cleanly shaven, heavy looking man, whose pallid30 face had a peculiar31, inanimate aspect, and who came in, making no sign of recognition, but walked slowly across the room to the easy-chair by the fireside. He stood his two crutch-handled sticks by the mantelpiece, and subsided32 into the chair with a sigh of content, and began passing his hand over his smoothly33 shaven face, as if in search of stubble that the razor had missed.
Stratton was astounded34. He had expected an angry start as a precursor35 to a fierce scene between them; but the man paid not the slightest heed36 to either of the visitors. There was a dreamy look in his lack-lustre eyes, and his heavy lips moved slightly, as if he were whispering to himself.
The man seemed to be imbecile, and Stratton grasped now his friend’s object in bringing them face to face. It was to show him how little so mindless a creature ought to influence the future of two people’s lives, and to consult with him as to what ought to be done.
Brettison watched his friend closely to see what effect the meeting had upon him, but directly after he was as keenly noting every movement and look of James Barron, to see if there was the slightest shade of recognition.
At last, apparently37 satisfied, he said aloud:
“Well, Mr Cousin, been for your morning visit?”
Barron seemed as if an appeal to his ear was the way to attract his attention, and not to the eyes; for he looked up with a slight display of animation38, and he nodded.
“Yes,” he said, “been to get shaved—been to get shaved.”
He reached over to the fireplace and took the pipe, tapped it slowly on the hob, sat back, passed his hand over his face again in search of the stubble, and then leaned forward to get the jar from the table; after which he began to fill his pipe by pinching out a sufficient quantity from the jar, placing it in his left palm; and applying the opening of the bowl thereto, worked it round and round till the whole of the tobacco had been worked in, when, after a finishing pressure with one finger, he took a match-box from his pocket and began to smoke in placid39 content.
Brettison still watched his friend intently, to see the effect of all this upon him; and after a quick and meaning glance, he turned to Barron.
“Tobacco good?” he said,
“Tobacco? Yes, capital tobacco. Have a pipe?”
“Not now. I’ve brought a friend to see you.”
“Friend? Where is he?” said Barron, peering round through the smoke. “Ho, there! How do—how do? Have a pipe?”
Stratton made no reply, but gazed at the man in horror.
“Never been shot, I suppose?” said Barron suddenly.
Stratton started as if he had been stung.
“No, no,” said Brettison hastily. “My friend has never been shot.”
“Ho! pity. Can’t grasp it, then. You’ve never been shot either, but you do. Wonderful case mine, eh?”
“Yes, very,” said Brettison.
“Can’t find the bullet, you know. Big bullet shot me; I want it to have it set for my watch chain—I say.”
“Yes.”
“Doctor’s very proud of me, eh!”
“Yes; he considers yours a wonderful case.”
“Yes; wonderful case.”
“How did it happen?” said Brettison, with a glance at his friend.
“Happen? Ah! I can’t find out how it happened. Must have been before I was born.”
This last in a very thoughtful tone; and then, more loudly:
“Of course, if it had happened since, I should have known, eh?”
“Very probably,” said Brettison.
“I often try to think about it; but it don’t matter. I say.”
“Yes.”
“Doctor’s very proud of my case, isn’t he?”
“Oh, yes, very.”
“Don’t think he has stolen the bullet, do you?”
“Oh, no, no; not likely.”
“No, of course not,” said Barron thoughtfully, as he sank back in his chair and went on smoking.
Brettison spoke40 to him again and again, but his words had not the slightest effect; the man seemed perfectly41 unconscious of all that was said, and at last there was a tap at the door, and the nurse entered with a tray, and a little tureen of beef tea, with thin slices of toast.
“He always has this, sir, about this time,” said the nurse apologetically, “and the doctor said that it must be given regularly.”
“Quite right, Mary. Of course.”
“He has been talking a little, sir?”
“Oh, yes, for a time, and then he finished; and we have not had a word since.”
“No, sir, and you would not till to-morrow now, when he’ll wake up a little again, and talk about what a wonderful case his is.”
“Poor fellow!” said Brettison compassionately42.
“And he always seems to have got that bullet on his brain, sir.”
“Naturally,” muttered Brettison.
“And, if you’ll believe me, sir, if he didn’t ask me to confess yesterday that I’d stolen it to show to people, because his was such a curious case.”
Stratton glanced at the man seated there, still smoking placidly43, and evidently not grasping a word that was said.
The tray was taken to him, and he submitted to the pipe being removed from his hand, after which, in perfect silence, and in the most mechanical manner, he went on with his meal, while, after a few more words with the nurse, Brettison led the way out into the road, and he and Stratton went back toward the West End.
“Now,” said Brettison at last, “you have seen our deadly enemy—the being who crushes down the future of two people I love. What do you say?”
Stratton was silent for a few moments.
“Will he recover?” he said at last.
“Not in this world. The bullet lodged44 somewhere about the brain, and it has produced, by its pressure, this peculiar form of imbecility. The past is an utter blank to him, and it is only for a short time every morning that he has the power of expressing himself at all.”
“You feel certain that he will not recover?”
“I have had the opinions of two of our most famous specialists, and they say it is impossible. The man is, to all intents and purposes, mentally dead. Now, then, as an enemy, Myra has no cause to fear him.”
“None.”
“He can never trouble you or her for blackmail45, even if he had dared, after what has passed; so I think he may be left out of the question altogether. You will not, I am sure, think of handing the man over to the police.”
Stratton was silent for a few moments.
“No,” he said at last; “it is impossible.”
“I thought you would feel like this,” said Brettison. “Let the poor wretch46 end his days in peace.”
“At your cost?” said Stratton sharply.
“Oh, pooh! A mere47 nothing, my dear boy,” cried Brettison; “and I am not poor.”
“I cannot allow that,” said Stratton, after a few moments’ thought; “and we must do something else. There should be no risk of those two ever coming face to face again.”
“Well, is it likely? West End and East End do not often mix.”
“No, but there is always the possibility. An accident might bring Myra to some spot where he had been taken. Who can guard against such things?”
“None of us; but I thought I had taken precautions enough.”
“But we must take the greatest,” said Stratton excitedly.
“What would you do?”
Stratton made no reply, and seemed so plunged48 in thought that Brettison respected his silence, and they rode back together, with the old man’s face lighting49 up as he felt more at rest and satisfied with the way in which matters had shaped themselves.
They reached the narrow entrance to the inn in due course, and Stratton led the way up into his chambers, closed the door, and pointed to a seat, but kept on pacing the room himself; thoughtful and silent, as if some doubt as to his course were still lingering in his mind.
At last he threw himself into a chair.
“This is neither the time nor place to talk of your devotion to me, Brettison. Heaven reward you for it! You have brought me back to a new, even if hopeless, life. Let us now talk of the future.”
“Yes, yes,” said Brettison eagerly, for he had grown uneasy at his friend’s words.
“There must never be the slightest risk of Myra and that man meeting again. Here in England it would always be possible.”
“No, no; don’t say you will send the poor wretch back to the prison.”
“No; as I have said before, that is out of the question now, but he must leave England.”
“Yes; but how?”
“You must help me again, Brettison.”
“Of course, boy; but how?”
“You are a wanderer; ready to go anywhere to study plant life?”
“Yes.”
“Then you must select some place to begin with and settle there for a time—say in Brittany, inland or on the coast. Let that man be with you, and his nurse, and always under your eye.”
“Willingly.”
“When tired of one place go to another; but he must not be left.”
“I’ll do it,” said Brettison eagerly.
“I knew you would. But listen; I shall share your task. I’ll give up everything to guard against that horror. Will you help me?”
“My boy, I tell you, yes; and gladly, too, now that this black shadow is being swept from your life.”
“Thank you, Brettison. We will start to-morrow, if possible; if not, as soon as it is.”
“Good. He will be no trouble, and it will be like old times again, Malcolm. Bless you, my boy! It gives me life to see you growing firm and like yourself again. Who’s that?”
He started as he stood up and clasped Stratton’s hand, for there was a sharp double knock at the outer door.
“Guest,” said Stratton. “There, our plans are made. They are for ourselves alone I trust Guest, but not yet with this.”
He threw open the inner door, and unfastened the outer, which was drawn50 from his hand, and the man regarding whom they had been planning, looking intent and strange, strode into the room.
“James Barron!”
“Yes; I have business with you, sir,” he said, in quite his old tone. “Mr Malcolm Stratton, I believe?”
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