It was not a dark night, and without difficulty the priest found the handle of a bell, of which, however, no sound reached their ears. The door, cut deep in the stone, was opened after a short delay by a lay brother who showed no signs of rigid4 fasting. Again Christian5 noticed that no greeting was exchanged, no word of explanation offered or expected. The lay brother led the way along a dimly lighted corridor, in which there were doors upon each side at regular intervals6. There was a chill and stony7 feeling in the atmosphere.
At the end of the corridor a gleam of light shone through a half-open door upon the bare stone floor. Into this cell Christian was shown. Without even noticing whether the priest followed him or not, he entered the tiny room and threw himself wearily upon the bed. Although it was an intensely hot night he shivered a little, and as he lay he clasped his head with either hand. His eyes were dull and lifeless, and the colour had entirely8 left his cheeks, though his lips were red and moist. He took no notice of his surroundings, which, though simple and somewhat bare, were not devoid9 of comfort.
In the meantime, René Drucquer had followed the door-keeper up a broad flight of stairs to a second corridor which was identical with that below, except that a room took the place of this small entrance-lobby and broad door. Thus the windows of this room were immediately above the river, which rendered them entirely free from overlookers, as the land on the opposite side was low and devoid of trees.
The lay brother stopped in front of the door of this apartment, and allowed the young priest to pass him and knock at the door with his own hands. The response from within was uttered in such a low tone that if he had not been listening most attentively10 René would not have heard it. He opened the door, which creaked a little on its hinges, and passed into the room alone.
In front of him a man dressed in a black soutane was seated at a table placed before the window. The only lamp in the room, which was long and narrow, stood on the table before him, so that the light of it was reflected from his sleek11 black head disfigured by a tiny tonsure12. As René Drucquer advanced up the room, the occupant raised his head slightly, but made no attempt to turn round. With a quick, unobtrusive movement of his large white hand he moved the papers on the table before him, so that no written matter remained exposed to view. Upon the table were several books, and on the right-hand side of the plain inkstand stood a beautifully carved stone crucifix, while upon the left there was a small mirror no larger than a carte-de-visite. This was placed at a slight angle upon a tiny wire easel, and by raising his eyes any person seated at the table could at once see what was passing in the room behind him—the entire apartment, including the door, being reflected in the mirror.
Though seated, the occupant of this peculiarly constructed room was evidently tall. His shoulders, though narrow, were very square, and in any other garment than a thin soutane his slightness of build would scarcely have been noticeable. His head was of singular and remarkable14 shape. Very narrow from temple to temple, it was quite level from the summit of the high forehead to the spot where the tonsure gleamed whitely, and the length of the skull15 from front to back was abnormal. The dullest observer could not have failed to recognise that there was something extraordinary in such a head, either for good or evil.
The Abbé Drucquer advanced across the bare stone floor, and took his stand at the left side of the table, within a yard of his Provincial16's elbow. Before taking any notice of him, the Provincial opened a thick book bound in dark morocco leather, of which the leaves were of white unruled paper, interleaved, like a diary, with blotting17 paper. The pages were numbered, although there was, apparently18, no index attached to the volume. After a moment's thought, the tall man turned to a certain folio which was partially19 covered by a fine handwriting in short paragraphs. Then for the first time he looked up.
“Good evening,” he said, in full melodious20 voice. As he raised his face the light of the lamp fell directly upon it. There was evidently no desire to conceal21 any passing expression by the stale old method of a shaded lamp. The face was worthy22 of the head. Clean-cut, calm, and dignified23; it was singularly fascinating, not only by reason of its beauty, which was undeniable, but owing to the calm, almost superhuman power that lay in the gaze of the velvety24 eyes. There was no keenness of expression, no quickness of glance, and no seeking after effect by mobility25 of lash26 or lid. When he raised his eyes, the lower lid was elevated simultaneously27, which peculiarity28, concealing29 the white around the pupil, imparted an uncomfortable sense of inscrutability. There was no expression beyond a vague sense of velvety depth, such as is felt upon gazing for some space of time down a deep well.
The Provincial leant forward and took from the tray of the inkstand a quill32 pen. With the point of it he followed the lines written in the book before him.
“I understand,” he said, in a modulated33 and business-like tone, “that you have been entirely successful?”
“I believe so.”
The Provincial turned his head slightly, as if about to raise his eyes once more to the young priest's face, but after remaining a moment in the same position with slightly parted lips and the pen poised34 above the book, he returned to the written notes.
“You left,” he continued, “on Monday week last. On the Wednesday evening you ... carried out the instructions given to you. This morning you arrived at Audierne, and came into the harbour at daybreak. Your part has been satisfactorily performed. You have brought your prisoner with all expedition. So—” here the Provincial raised the pen from the book with a jerk of his wrist and shrugged35 his shoulders almost imperceptibly, “so—you have been entirely successful?”
Although there was a distinct intention of interrogation in the tone in which this last satisfactory statement was made, the young priest stood motionless and silent. After a pause, the other continued in the same kind, even voice:
“What has not been satisfactory to you, my son?”
“The 'patron' of the boat, Loic Plufer, was killed by the breaking of a rope, before we were out of sight of the English coast.”
“No, my father. He was killed at one blow.”
The Provincial laid aside his pen and leant back. His soft eyes rested steadily37 on the book in front of him.
“Did the accident have any evil effect upon the crew!” he asked indifferently.
“I think not,” was the reply. “I endeavoured to prevent such effect arising, and—and in this the Englishman helped me greatly.”
Without moving a muscle the Provincial turned his eyes towards the young priest. He did not look up into his face, but appeared to be watching his slim hands, which were moving nervously38 upon the surface of his black soutane.
“My son,” he said smoothly39. “As you know, I am a great advocate for frankness. Frankness in word and thought, in subordinate and superior. I have always been frank with you, and from you I expect similar treatment. It appears to me that there is still something unsatisfactory respecting your successfully executed mission. It is in connection with this Englishman. Is it not so?”
René Drucquer moved a little, changing his attitude and clasping his hands one over the other.
“He is not such as I expected,” he replied after a pause.
“No,” said the Provincial meditatively40. “They are a strange race. Some of them are strong—very strong indeed. But most of them are foolish; and singularly self-satisfied. He is intelligent, this one; is it not so?”
“Yes, I think he is very intelligent.”
“Was he violent or abusive?”
“No; he was calm and almost indifferent.”
For some moments the Provincial thought deeply. Then he waved his hand in the direction of a chair which stood with its back towards the window at the end of the table.
“Take a seat, my son,” he said, “I have yet many questions to ask you. I am afraid I forgot that you might be tired.”
“Now tell me,” he continued, when René had seated himself, “do you think this indifference41 was assumed by way of disarming42 suspicion and for the purpose of effecting a speedy escape?”
“No!”
“We were naturally thrown together a great deal; especially after the death of the 'patron.' He was of great assistance to me and to Hoel Grall, the second in command, by reason of his knowledge of seamanship.”
“Ah! He is expert in such matters?”
“Yes, my father.”
A further note was here added to the partially-filled page of the manuscript book.
“Of none of those.”
The Provincial leant back suddenly in his chair, and for some minutes complete silence reigned45 in the room. He was evidently thinking deeply, and his eyes were fixed46 upon the open book with inscrutable immobility. Once he glanced slowly towards René Drucquer, who sat with downcast eyes and interlocked fingers. Then he pressed back his elbows and inhaled47 a deep breath, as if weary of sitting in one position.
“I have met Englishmen,” he said speculatively48, “of a type similar—I think—to this man. They never spoke49 of religion, of themselves or of their own opinion; and yet they were not silent men. Upon most subjects they could converse intelligently, and upon some with brilliancy; but these subjects were invariably treated in a strictly50 general sense. Such men never argue, and never appear to be highly interested in that of which they happen to be speaking.... They make excellent listeners....” Here the speaker stopped for a moment and passed his long hand downwards51 across his eyes as if the light were troubling his sight; in doing so he glanced again towards the Abbé's fingers, which were now quite motionless, the knuckles52 gleaming like ivory.
“... And one never knows quite how much they remember and how much they forget. Perhaps it is that they hear everything ... and forget nothing. Is our friend of this type, my son?”
“I think he is.”
“It is such men as he who have made that little island what it is. They are difficult subjects; but they are liable to sacrifice their opportunities to a mistaken creed53 they call honour, and therefore they are not such dangerous enemies as they otherwise might have been.”
The Provincial said these words in a lighter54 manner, almost amounting to pleasantry, and did not appear to notice that the priest moved uneasily in his seat.
“Then,” he continued, “you have learnt nothing of importance during the few days you have passed with him?”
“Nothing, my father.”
“Did he make any attempt to communicate with his friends?”
“He wrote a letter which he requested me to post.”
The Provincial leant forward in his chair and took a pen in his right hand, while he extended his left across the table towards his companion.
“I burnt it,” said René gently.
“Ah! That is a pity. Why did you do that?”
“I had discretion55!” replied the young priest, with quiet determination.
The Provincial examined the point of his pen critically, his perfectly56 formed lips slightly apart.
“Yes,” he murmured reflectively. “Yes, of course, you had discretion. What was in the letter?”
“A few words in English, telling his friends to have no anxiety, and asking them particularly to institute no search, as he would return home as soon as he desired to do so.”
“Ah! He said that, did he? And the letter was addressed to—”
“Mr. Carew.”
“Thank you.”
The Provincial made another note in the manuscript book. Then he read the whole page over carefully and critically. His attitude was like that of a physician about to pronounce a diagnosis57.
“And,” he said reflectively, without looking up, “was there nothing noticeable about him in any way? Nothing characteristic of the man, I mean, and peculiar13. How would you describe him, in fact?”
“I should say,” replied René Drucquer, “that his chief characteristic is energy; but for some reason, during these last two days this seems to have slowly evaporated. His resistance on Wednesday night was very energetic—he dislocated my arm, and reset58 it later—and when the vessel59 was in danger he was full of life. Later this peculiar indifference of manner came over him, and hour by hour it has increased in power. It almost seems as if he were anxious to keep away from England just now.”
The Provincial raised his long white finger to his upper lip. It was the action of a man who is in the habit of tugging60 gently at his moustache when in thought, and one would almost have said that the smooth-faced priest had at no very distant period worn that manly61 ornament62. His finger passed over the shaded skin with a disagreeable, rasping sound.
“That does not sound very likely,” he said slowly. “Have you any tangible63 reason, to offer in support of this theory?”
“No, my father. But the idea came to me, and so I mention it. It seemed as if this desire came to him upon reflection, after the ship was out of danger, and the indifference was contemporaneous with it.”
The Provincial suddenly closed the book and laid aside his pen.
“Thank you, my son!” he said, in smooth, heartless tones, “I will not trouble you any more to-night. You will need food and rest. Good night, my son. You have done well!”
René Drucquer rose and gravely passed down the long room. Before he reached the door, however, the clear voice of his superior caused him to pause for a moment.
“As you go down to the refectory,” he said, “kindly make a request that Mr. Vellacott be sent to me as soon as he is refreshed. I do not want you to see him before I do!”
When the door had closed behind René Drucquer the Provincial rose from his seat and slowly paced backwards64 and forwards from the door to the table. Presently he drew aside the curtain which hid a small recess65 near the door, whore a simple bed and a small table were concealed66. With a brush he smoothed back his sleek hair, and, dipping the ends of his fingers into a basin of water, he wiped them carefully. Thus he prepared to receive Christian Vellacott.
He returned to his chair and seated himself somewhat wearily. Although there were but few papers on the table, he had three hours' hard work before him yet. He leant back, and again, that singular gesture, as if to stroke a moustache that was not there, was noticeable.
“I have a dull presentiment,” he muttered reflectively, “that we have made a mistake here. We have gone about it in the wrong way, and if there is blame to be attached to any one, Talma is the man. That temper of his is fatal!”
After a pause he heaved a weary sigh, and stretched his long arms out on either side, enjoying a free and open yawn.
“Ah me!” he sighed, “what an uphill fight this has become, and day by day it grows harder. Day by day we lose power; one hold after another slips from our grasp. Perhaps it means that this vast organisation67 is effete—perhaps, after all, we are dying of inanition, and yet—yet it should not be, for we have the people still.... Ah! I hear footsteps. This is our journalistic friend, no doubt. I think he will prove interesting.”
A moment later someone knocked softly at the door. There was a slight shuffling68 of feet, and Christian Vellacott entered the room alone. There was a peculiar dull expression in his eyes, as if he were suffering pain, mental or physical. After glancing at the mirror, the Provincial rose and bowed formally with his hand upon the back of his chair. As the Englishman came forward the Jesuit glanced at his face, and with a polite motion of the hand he said:
“Sir, take the trouble of seating yourself,” speaking in French at once, with no apology, as if well aware that his companion knew that language as perfectly as his own.
“Thank you,” replied Christian. He drew the chair slightly forward as he seated himself, and fixed his eyes upon the Jesuit's face. Through the entire interview he never removed his gaze, and he noticed that until the last words were spoken those soft, deep eyes were never raised to his.
“I suppose,” said the Jesuit at length, almost humbly69, “that we are irreconcilable70 enemies, Mr. Vellacott?”
The manner in which this was spoken did not bear the slightest resemblance to the cold superiority with which René Drucquer had been treated.
The Englishman sat with one lean hand resting on the table and watched. He knew that some reply was expected, but in face of that knowledge he chose to remain silent. It was a case of Greek meeting Greek. The inscrutable Provincial had met a foeman worthy of his steel at last. His strange magnetic influence threw itself vainly against a will as firm as his own, and he felt that his incidental effects, dramatic and conversational71, fell flat. Instantly he became interested in Christian Vellacott.
“I need hardly remind a man of your discrimination, Mr. Vellacott,” he continued tentatively, “that there are two sides to every question.”
The Englishman smiled and moved slightly in his chair, drawing in his feet and leaning forward.
“Implying, I presume,” he said lightly, “that in this particular question you are on one side and I upon the other.”
“Alas! it seems so.”
Vellacott leant back in his chair again and crossed his legs.
“In my turn,” he said quietly, “I must remind you, monsieur, that I am a journalist.”
The Provincial raised his eyebrows72 almost imperceptibly and waited for his companion to continue. His silence and the momentary73 motion of his eyebrows, which in no way affected74 the lids, expressed admirably his failure to see the connection of his companion's remark.
“Which means,” Christian went on to explain, “that my place is not upon either side of the question, but in the middle. I belong to no party, and I am the enemy of no man. I do not lead men's opinions. It is my duty to state facts as plainly and as coldly as possible in order that my countrymen may form their own judgment75. It may appear that at one time I write upon one side of the question; the next week I may seem to write upon the other. That is one of the misfortunes of my calling.”
“Then we are not necessarily enemies,” said the Jesuit softly.
“No—not necessarily. On the other hand,” continued Christian, with daring deliberation, “it is not at all necessary that we should be friends.”
The Jesuit smiled slightly—so slightly that it was the mere76 ghost of a smile, affecting the lines of his small mouth, but in no way relieving the soft darkness of his eyes.
“Then we are enemies,” he said. “He whose follower77 I am, said that all who are not with Him are against Him.”
The Englishman's lips closed suddenly, and a peculiar stony look came over his face. There was one subject upon which he had determined78 not to converse.
“I am instructed,” continued the Provincial, with a sudden change of manner from pleasant to practical, “to ask of you a written promise never to write one word either for or against the Society of Jesus again. In exchange for that promise I am empowered to tender to you the sincere apologies of the Society for the inconvenience to which you may have been put, and to assist you in every way to return home at once.”
A great silence followed this speech. A small clock suspended somewhere in the room ticked monotonously79, otherwise there was no sound audible. The two men sat within a yard of each other, each thinking, of the other in his individual way, from his individual point of view, the Jesuit with downcast eyes, his companion watching his immobile features.
At length Christian Vellacott's full and quiet tones broke the spell.
“Of course,” he said simply, “I refuse.”
The Provincial rose from his seat, pushing it back as he did so.
“Then I will not detain you any longer. You are no doubt fatigued80. The lay brother waiting outside will show you the room assigned to you, and at whatever time of day or night you may wish to see me, remember that I am at your service.”
Christian rose also. He appeared to hesitate, and then to grasp the table with both hands to assist himself. He stood for a moment, and suddenly tottered81 forward. Had not the Provincial caught him he would have fallen.
“What is the matter? ... what is the matter?”
The Jesuit slipped his arm round him—a slight arm, but as hard and strong as steel.
“You are tired,” he said sympathetically, “perhaps you have a little touch of fever. Come, I will assist you to your room.”
And the two men passed out together.
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