Genesis.
Trent lay as he had fallen, with his head on the fender, in a pool of blood which slowly enlarged itself and sopped2 into the carpet. The sharp edge had fractured his skull3. He was stone dead, beyond possibility of doubt, yet both men by a common instinct knelt down and tried to loosen his collar. The heavy head tumbled sideways, against Denis's arm. He sprang up and retreated, with a violent shudder4.
"Poor beggar! Poor beggar!" said Gardiner under his breath. "I never saw anything so ghastly in my life! This thing's like a razor." He ran his finger down the edge of the fender. "Good Lord! what an appalling5 business! Well, I suppose the first thing is to have in the doctor; he can't do any good, of course, but still—Luckily there's one actually staying in the house. Ring the bell, do you mind, Denis? Or, wait a bit, I don't want the maids poking6 round; I'll go myself."
He was half-way to the door when Denis seized his arm.
"What's the use of waiting? May as well get it over!"
"No; but think—think! Can't you see what this means?"
His agitation8 was contagious9. "I can see it's going to be very awkward with the house full of visitors, but it's not the time to think of that, is it? What the devil are you driving at?"
"You killed him," said Denis baldly.
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"I did not!"
"You did. It's manslaughter, if not murder. It might mean hanging, and it'll pretty certainly mean prison."
"Prison!"
Every trace of color went out of Gardiner's face. In the momentary11 pause some one tapped at the door.
Gardiner wrenched12 himself free, and Denis sprang to shut out the intruder; but he was too late. The door, left unlatched by Miss Marvin, slid open at a touch. There stood Mrs. Trent, in her long muffling13 cloak and veil; she had come in quest of her husband.
Denis tried ineffectually to block out the view of the room, the lamp on the floor, the dead man, and Gardiner.
"You—you mustn't come in, Mrs. Trent. Your husband's had a sort of seizure—"
She said nothing, only plucked at his arm, struggling against it, her eyes, her whole being concentrated on the figure on the floor. Suddenly diving under the barrier, she fled to his side and sank down, a mere14 swirl15 of draperies. Denis, distracted, stooped over her. "Don't—don't!" he said. "Let us fetch a doctor—perhaps he's only fainted—"
"Fainted!" She raised her tragic16 little head; her eyes, ranging round the room, met and fixed17 on Gardiner. "He's been murdered!" she cried out. "Murdered—and you did it, you!"
The imaginative man is at the mercy of his nerves; there is always an unsound link in his courage, liable to snap at any unexpected strain. It is a question of sheer luck whether he finds out his weakness and is able to take precautions beforehand. The unimaginative man never understands this. To Denis's infinite dismay, Gardiner simply backed into the corner, throwing up his arm as if to ward10 a blow. Denis himself cried out the first denial that rose to his lips.
"Mrs. Trent, it was an accident, I give you my word it was!"
"It was murder," she contradicted swiftly, her young[Pg 14] voice gathering18 depth and force, scorn and anguish19, her outstretched finger quivering. "He did it, he killed him, I read it in his eyes. Oh, he was all I had in the world, and you've taken him away! Oh, what shall I do—what shall I do?"
"Harry! Say something—tell her it's a mistake!"
"He can't!" cried the girl. "Look, look at him cowering20 there! Murderer! He daren't face me—he can't deny it!"
Less of his own will than because Denis's hands were on his shoulders, Gardiner slowly turned. He looked hang-dog. "I didn't do it!" he muttered, his eyes on the ground. "You heard what my friend said—it was an accident!" And then more loudly, gaining confidence: "I swear I never laid a finger on him—did I, Denis? I would have said so before—I would have explained at once, if I'd taken in what you were saying."
"You didn't lay a finger on him?" Mrs. Trent laughed out, a queer high note of triumph. "Ah—but you killed him all the same! I know! I can prove it! What I have here—Besides, look, look at his darling face—Oh, Guy!" The name broke from her in a great tremulous convulsive sob21. She put out her hands blindly, clutching the edge of the table. "Oh, what is it? Oh, oh, it hurts!—I'm frightened—Louisa!"
"Great heavens! Ring the bell, Denis—quick!"
Denis nearly brought down the bell-rope. The next minutes were all confusion. People gathered like flies: the boots, Miss Marvin, half-a-dozen frightened servants, at last Mrs. Trent's elderly maid. She threw up her hands in horror, but she wasted no time on the dead man; her concern was all for her mistress. "Come away, Miss Dot dear, come! 'Tain't fit for you here!" The girl, shaken now by terrifying sobs22, suffered herself to be led away; their steps died out down the passage.
Meanwhile the doctor had arrived, a brusque and dapper little man, hastily fetched in from the terrace. Gardiner, who was everywhere at once, arranging everything, cleared[Pg 15] the room for him to make his examination, leaving only Denis, Miss Marvin, and himself.
"Fracture of the base of the skull. No, I couldn't have done anything even if I'd been on the spot; must have been practically instantaneous. Slipped, you say, did he? H'm!" He bent24 to sniff25 at the dead man's lips. "Where was he standing26?"
Gardiner reconstructed the scene, exact in every detail save one. "He came across to the table, to fill his glass, I suppose, and seemed to lose his balance—his feet flew up in the air. We didn't think anything of it, did we, Denis? It was the most ordinary tumble."
"Didn't strike against anything in falling, did he?"
"No; he went flat on his back, as you do on a slide."
"Sure? Well, how do you account for that, then?"
He pointed27 to a tiny star of blood on the dead man's forehead. Gardiner looked as he felt, nonplussed28.
"I can't account for it."
"You can't, hey? Your friend, then—he any idea?"
"No," said Denis from the window, without turning round. There was an uncomfortable pause.
"What's all this mess of glass about?" asked Miss Marvin, who was listening with all her intelligent ears.
"I don't know—yes, I do, though; Major Trent had been having a whisky and soda29, and dropped the tumbler as he fell. I remember hearing it smash."
"There you are, then, sir. A bit flew up and hit him. There's nothing cuts worse than broken glass, and the splinters they'll fly anywhere, they're that light and frivolous30 things. Why, I've nearly had my own eye out, falling up the pantry steps with a tray in my arms! That's what done it, you may depend."
"H'm, yes; might have been that. The fellow was half tipsy, of course. No need to tell his wife so, but he smells like a pot-house. She seems to take it pretty queerly, by the way, from the glimpse I had of her," he added, bending[Pg 16] his bright and piercing eyes on Gardiner. "Has a special grudge32 against you, hey?"
"She accused me downright of murdering him at first," said the young man soberly. "Heaven knows why, for I'd never set eyes on either of them before. I hope she won't keep it up; it's rather a serious thing to have laid to one's charge. But I suppose I'd better take no notice; women in her state of health often take queer fancies into their heads, don't they?"
"Hey? Is that so? Poor child, poor child! I hope we shan't have any further trouble with her. It's a bad piece of work altogether," he added, getting up and dusting his knees. "You know, of course, that the body mustn't be moved till the police have seen it. You've sent for them, I suppose?"
"No, I haven't."
"You haven't? What are you staring for? Have to be an inquest, won't there? Can't give the certificate without it, can I?" snapped the little man; and then, lowering his voice out of respect for the dead: "You and your long-legged friend over there, who looks as if he'd be the better for a nip of sal volatile33, you'll have to give evidence. Any one would think you'd never heard of an inquest before!"
"Of course. I was an ass23 not to think of it, but you see it's awkward for me, with the house full of people. However, that can't be helped. I'll telephone at once. Yes, what is it?"
Mrs. Trent's maid, at the door, had a very grave face.
"Can the doctor please come at once, sir? My mistress is taken ill."
The two men were left alone. Denis, who had been standing at the open window all this time, with his back to the room, turned round now to see Gardiner on his knees, hunting over the floor. "What are you doing?" he asked, breaking his long silence.
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The little doctor's jibe35 about sal volatile had not been baseless. Denis, though in his youth he had been through a frontier campaign which should have cured him of such weakness, looked and felt rather sick. Gardiner was less sensitive. He pursued his search without qualms36. Denis watched him.
"What are you goin' to say to the police when they do come?"
"What you said to Mrs. Trent. You began it, Denis."
"You'll have to give evidence on oath at the inquest."
"That won't trouble my conscience."
"I suppose they'll call me as well."
"Safe to," assented37 Gardiner. Denis said nothing. The younger man, looking up, asked with a certain hardihood: "Are you going to give me away?"
"I won't if I can help it."
"By which you mean—?"
"If I'm asked right out, Did you throw the chisel at him? I'll have to say Yes; but short of that I'll do all I can to get you out of the scrape. I'd have been in it myself if I'd been standin' where you were."
"Only you'd have owned up at once, whereas I'm not going to," said Gardiner, with a short laugh. "I might have known you couldn't tell a lie, Denis. Here, I can't find this confounded thing. Where the devil can it have got to?"
Denis, putting his qualms in his pocket, went down on his knees and joined in the search. They looked all over the room, in every corner.
"I should say it must be underneath38 him," said Gardiner, with a reflective glance at the body, "but I don't know that I exactly want to look and see."
Denis with an uncontrollable shudder got up and retreated to the window.
"How can you talk like this? You make me sick!"
"My good Denis, I don't feel like a murderer before the corpse39 of his victim, if that's what you're driving at! I deny that I was in the least to blame. Anybody with a[Pg 18] spark of decent feeling must have done what I did. If he broke his head, poor brute40, that wasn't my fault; it's what you might call the act of God. I'm not going to prison, if I can help it, for a crime I haven't committed. In the meantime, I want my chisel."
"Well, it's not—where you suggest," said Denis with an effort, "for I remember seeing it after he fell."
"You did? Then it must be here somewhere!"
But it was not.
"What the devil can have come to it?" said Gardiner, biting his mustache, and betraying his agitation by his language; for he did not usually swear.
"Mrs. Trent was kneelin' over that side."
"What, do you think she's got it up her sleeve? But in that case why didn't she bring it out and denounce me? Here, you'd better have a peg41, Denis, you look as though you wanted one. What the deuce should she carry it away with her for?"
"I don't know; but it struck me she had something on the tip of her tongue to say just before she collapsed42. Perhaps she meant to produce it, and then felt too sick."
There was a short silence. Denis sipped43 the whisky which his friend had forced on him. It was not so much Trent's death which had upset him, as Gardiner's failure, and the part which it forced him to play. He hated any contact with deception44.
"Well, this is a sweet prospect," said Gardiner, with another short laugh. "Mrs. Trent, and you—let's hope the coroner won't ask awkward questions! Come on out now; it's no use hunting for a thing that isn't there. I'll lock up the room and summon the minions45 of the law."
"I wish you'd own up."
"Oh, confound you for a prig, Denis! I can't go back on what I've said, can I? It might perhaps have been better if I'd done it at first, but I'm committed to it now. I must just go on and trust to luck. It was you began it; don't you forget that!"
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slain
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skull
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shudder
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poking
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agitation
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ward
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wrenched
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muffling
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swirl
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tragic
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anguish
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cowering
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sniff
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soda
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corpse
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brute
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collapsed
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deception
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