"The lady's ill," the man said to another; "I had better take her to the waiting-room, and fetch a cab. If you'll come this way, ma'am--"
Then Harriet's faculties1 awoke with a start. "No, thank you," she said; "I must get home." And she walked swiftly and steadily2 away. Two of the superior officials were talking together close to the door through which she had to pass, and she heard one of them say:
"Very quietly done, if it was so; and I'm pretty sure it was; I couldn't be mistaken in Tatlow."
The words conveyed no meaning, no alarm to Harriet. She went on, and out into the crowded street. She walked a long way before she felt that she could bear the restraint, the sitting still implied by driving in any vehicle. But when she reached Tokenhouse-yard, and found that nothing was known there of Routh, that no message had been received from him since he had left that evening, she got into a cab and went home. No news there, no message, no letter. Nothing for her to do but wait, to wait as patiently as she could, while the servants speculated upon the queer state of affairs, commented upon "master's" absence on the preceding night, and hoped he had not "bolted"--a proceeding3 which they understood was not uncommon4 in the case of gentlemen of Routh's anomalous5 and dim profession. Nothing for her to do but to wait, nothing but the hardest of all tasks, the most agonizing6 of all sufferings. And this was the night which was to have brought her, with utter despair for herself, rest. Rest of body, which she had never so sorely needed, and had never felt so impossible of attainment7. Her iron strength and endurance were gone now. Her whole frame ached, her nerves thrilled like the strings8 of a musical instrument, a terrible interior distraction9 and hurry came over her at intervals10, and seemed to sweep away her consciousness of reality without deadening her sense of suffering. She did not now wonder whether she was going mad; since she had known the very, very worst of her own fate, that fear had entirely11 left her. She wondered now whether she was dying. Wondered, with some curiosity, but no fear; wondered, with a vague feeling of the strangeness of the irruption of utter nothingness into such a chaos12 of suffering and dread13 as life had become to her. There would be rest, but not the consciousness of it; she would no more exist. A little while ago she would have shrunk from that, because love remained to her; but now--If she could but know the worst, know the truth, know that he could not be saved, or that he was safe, she would not care how soon she ceased to be one of the facts of the universe. She had never mattered much; she did not much matter now. But these thoughts crossed her mind vaguely14 and rarely; for the most part it was abandoned to the tumultuous agony of her ignorance and suspense15. Still no letter, no message. The time wore on, and it was nine o'clock when Harriet heard a ring at the door, and a man's voice asking to see Mrs. Routh. It was not a voice she knew; and even while she eagerly hoped the man might have come to her from Routh, she trembled at the thought that he might be the bearer of a communication from. George Dallas, for whose silence she had been thankful, but unable to account.
The man was a clerk from Mr. Lowther's office, and his errand was to deliver to Mrs. Routh a letter, "on very important business," he said, which he had directions to give into her own hands. He executed his commission, retired16 promptly17, and Harriet was left alone to find the solution of all her doubts, the termination of all her suspense, in Jim Swain's letter.
The approaches to the Mansion18 House police-court, and the precincts of the court itself, were densely19 crowded. All sorts of rumours21 prevailed respecting the reported discovery of the mystery which had perplexed22 the police and the public in the spring. The arrest of two persons at different places, and the reports, garbled23, exaggerated, and distorted as they were, of the circumstances which had led to the discovery which directed suspicion towards the second of the two accused persons had keenly excited the public curiosity. The proceedings24 of the coroner's inquest upon the body of the unknown man had been raked up and read with avidity; and the oozing25 out of even the smallest particulars relative to the two prisoners was eagerly watched for by the greedy crowd. Curiosity and expectation were obliged to satisfy themselves for the nonce with the proceedings in the case of Stewart Routh. George Dallas was unable to appear; since the previous day his illness had materially increased, and the official medical report pronounced it to be brain fever. Unconscious of the tremendous danger in which he stood, oblivious26 even of the frightful27 discovery which had struck him so heavy a blow, George Dallas lay, under suspicion of a dreadful crime, in prison-ward, and under prison watch and care. So attention and curiosity centred themselves in Stewart Routh, and the wildest stories were propagated, the wildest conjectures28 ran riot.
The prisoner had been brought up, with the customary formalities, at an early hour, and the examination, which was likely to last some time, had begun, when Mr. Felton, who was in the court with Mr. Carruthers, pressed that gentleman's arm, and whispered: "Look there! To the left, just under the window. Do you see her?"
"I see a woman--yes," replied Mr. Carruthers.
"His wife!" said Mr. Felton, in a tone of compassionate30 amazement32. It was his wife. Thus Routh and Harriet found themselves face to face again. As the prisoner's eye, shifting restlessly around him, seeing curious faces, full of avidity, but not one ray of compassion29, fell upon her, every trace of colour faded out of his cheek, and he drew one deep, gasping33 breath. Had she betrayed him? He should soon know; the story about to be told would soon enlighten him. Did he really think she had done so? Did he really believe it for one minute? No. He had tried, in the blind fury of his rage, when he found himself trapped, balked34, hopelessly in the power of the law, and the game utterly35 up--when, in the loneliness of the night, he had brooded savagely36 over the hopes he had entertained, over the dazzling pictures his fancy had painted, then he had tried to accuse her, he had hated and execrated37 her, and tried to accuse her. But in vain; he was not a fool, villain38 as he was, and his common sense forbade the success of the attempt. And now, when he saw her, her from whom he had last parted with a cruel blow, and a word that was more cruel, it was as though all his past life looked out at him through her woful blue eyes. Awfully39 it looked at him, and held him fascinated, even to a brief oblivion of the scene around him. She had raised her veil, not quite off her face, but so that he could see her distinctly, and when he looked at her, her lips parted, in a vain heroic attempt to smile. But they only quivered and closed again, and she knew it, and drew the veil closely round her face, and sat thenceforth, her head falling forward upon her breast, her figure quite motionless.
The ordinary business of the place and the occasion went on, intensified40 in interest to the spectators by the presence of the murdered man's father, in the sensational41 character of a witness. Harriet's relation to the prisoner was not divined by the public, and so she passed unnoticed.
Jim Swain was, of course, the chief witness, and he told his story with clearness and directness, though he was evidently and deeply affected42 by the sight of Harriet, whom his quick eye instantly recognized. She took no notice; she did not change her position, or raise her veil as the examination of the boy proceeded, as minute by minute she heard and felt the last chance, the last faint hope of escape, slip away, and the terrible certainty of doom43 become clearer and more imminent44. She heard and saw the boy whose story contained the destruction of hope and life, showed her the utter futility45 of all the plans they had concocted46, of all the precautions they had taken; showed her that while they had fenced themselves from the danger without, the unsuspected ruin was close beside them, always near, wholly unmoved. It had come, it had happened; all was over, it did not matter how. There was no room for anger, no power of surprise or curiosity left in her mind. As the golden locket was produced, and the identity of the portrait with that of the murdered man was sworn to, a kind of vision came to her. She saw the bright spring morning once more, and the lonely bridge; she saw the river with the early sunlight upon it; she saw herself leaning over the parapet and looking into the water, as the parcel she had carried thither47 with careful haste sank into the depth and was hidden. She saw herself returning homeward, the dangerous link in the evidence destroyed, passing by the archway, where a boy lay, whom she had pitied, even then, in her own great and terrible anguish48. If anything could be strange now, it would be strange to remember what he then had in his possession, to render all her precaution vain. But she could not feel it so, or think about it; all things were alike to her henceforth, there was no strangeness or familiarity in them for evermore. Occasionally, for a minute, the place she was in seemed to grow unreal to her, and to fade; the next, she took up the full sense of the words which were being spoken, and every face in the crowd, every detail of the building, every accident of the scene, seemed to strike upon her brain through her eyes. She never looked at Jim, but she saw him distinctly; she saw also the look with which Routh regarded him.
That look was murderous. As the boy's story made his motives50 evident, as it exposed the fallacious nature of the security on which Routh had built, as it made him see how true had been Harriet's prevision, how wise her counsel--though he hated her all the more bitterly as the knowledge grew more and more irresistible--the murderous impulse rose to fury within him. Standing51 there a prisoner, helpless, and certain of condemnation52, for he never had a doubt of that, the chain he had helped to forge by his counsel to Dallas was too strong to be broken; he would have taken two more lives if he had had the power and the chance--the boy's, and that accursed woman's. Not his wife's, not Harriet's; he knew now, he saw now, she had not brought him to this. But the other, the other who had tempted53 him and lured54 him; who had defeated him, ruined him, and escaped. He knew her shallow character and her cold heart, and his fierce, vindictive55, passionate31, sensual nature was stirred by horrid56 pangs57 of fury and powerless hate as he thought of her--of the triumphant58 beauty which he had so coveted59, of the wealth he had so nearly clutched--triumphant, and happy, and powerful still, while he--he! Already the bitterness and blackness of death were upon him.
And the boy! So powerful, even now, was the egotism of the man's nature, that he winced60 under the pain of the defeat the boy had inflicted61 upon him--winced under the defeat while he trembled at the destruction. He had kept him near him, under his hand, that if the need should arise he might use him as an instrument for the ruin of George Dallas, and so had provided for his own ruin. The active hate and persistent62 plan of another could not have worked more surely against him than he had himself wrought63, and the sense of the boy's instrumentality became unbearably64 degrading to him, wounding him where he was most vulnerable.
Thus all black and evil passions raged in his heart; and as his wife looked in his face, she read them there as in a printed book, and once again the feeling of last night came over her, of the strangeness of a sudden cessation to all this, and also something like a dreary65 satisfaction in the knowledge that it was within her power and his to bid it all cease--to have done with it.
Looking at him, and thinking this, if the strange dream of her mind may be called thought, the curiosity of the crowd began to anger her a little. What was the dead man to them, the nameless stranger, that they should care for the discovery--that they should come here to see the agony of another man, destined66, like the first, to die? The popular instinct filled her with loathing67, but only momentarily; she forgot to think of it the next minute, and the vagueness came again, the film and the dimness, and again the acute distinctness of sound, the intensity68 of vision.
It was over at length. The prisoner was committed for trial. As he was removed with the celerity usual on such occasions, Harriet made a slight sign to the solicitor69 acting70 for Routh--a sign evidently preconcerted, for he approached the magistrate71, and addressed him in a low voice. The reply was favourable72 to his request, and he, in his turn, signed to Harriet, who left her place and came to where he was standing. He placed her in the box, and she stood there firmly, having bowed to the magistrate, who addressed her:
"You are the prisoner's wife?"
"I am."
"You wish to speak to me?"
"I wish to ask your permission to see my husband before he is removed."
"You may do so. Take care of the lady."
This to one of the officials. The tone of the magistrate's reply to Harriet was compassionate, though he spoke49 briefly73; and he looked intently at her as she bowed again and turned meekly74 away. He has said, since then, that he never saw supreme75 despair in any face before.
"You have not much time," the policeman said, not unkindly, who conducted her to the lock-up cell where Routh was. She made no answer, but went in, and the door was locked behind her. He was sitting on a bench exactly in front of the door, and the moment she passed it her eyes met his. Fury and gloom were lowering upon his face; he looked up sullenly76 at her, but did not speak. She stood by the door, leaning against it, and said, in a low tone:
"I have but a little time, they tell me. I am come to learn your will. It was agreed between us, once, that if the worst came, I should supply you with the means of disposing of your fate. I remembered that agreement, and I have brought you this."
She put her hand to her bosom77, and took out of her dress a small phial. It contained prussic acid, and was sealed and stoppered with glass.
"The worst has come," she said. "I do not say you ought not to face it out, still I only do as you once desired me to do in such a case. The decision is with yourself. This is my only opportunity of obeying you, and I do so."
"The worst has come," he said, in a hoarse79 voice, not in the least like his own; "you are sure the worst has come? He said it was a bad case, a very bad case. Yes, the worst has come."
Her hand was stretched out, the phial in it. He made no attempt to take it from her. She held it still, and spoke again:
"I have very little time. You will be searched presently, they tell me, and this will be found, it may be. I have obeyed you to the last, as from the beginning."
"There's no chance--you are quite sure there is no chance?"
"I am quite sure there is no chance. I have always known, if this happened, there could be no chance."
He muttered something under his breath.
"I do not hear you," she said. "You are reproaching me, I dare say, but it is not worth while. If you make no use of this, you will have time to reproach me as much as you like. If you do make use of it, reproach is past, with time and life. Have you decided80?"
"No," he said; "give it to me. If I use it, it must be very soon--if not, never."
She laid the phial on the bench beside him, and he took it up, and placed it in his breast-pocket. She did not touch him, but when she had laid the phial down, stepped back, and leaned against the door.
"Is there anything you want to know--anything I can tell you?" she asked. "Again, my time is very short."
"No," he said; "if I make up my mind to go through this, I shall know all I want; if I don't, I need not know anything."
"Just so," she said, quietly. He looked on the ground, she looked at him.
"Harriet," he said, suddenly, "I am sorry, I--"
"Hush," she said, flushing scarlet81 for one brief moment, and putting out her hand. "No more. All is over, and done with. The past is dead, and I am dead with it. Not a word of me."
"But if--if--" he touched his coat-pocket. "I must first know what is to become of you."
"Must you?" she said, and the faintest possible alteration82 came in her voice--a little, little softening83, and a slight touch of surprise. "I think you might have known that I shall live until I know you are no longer living."
"Sorry to interrupt you, ma'am," said the policeman who had brought Harriet to the cell, unlocking the door with sharp suddenness--"very sorry, I'm sure; but--"
"I am quite ready," said Harriet; and, as Routh started up, she turned, and was outside the door in an instant. Two policemen were in the passage; at the door through which she had been led from the court, Routh's solicitor was standing. He took her arm in his, and brought her away by a private entrance. They did not speak till she was in the street, where she saw, at a little distance, a crowd collected to watch the exit of the prison-van. He called a cab.
"Where to?"
"My house."
"I will go with you."
"No, thank you. Indeed, I would rather go alone."
"I shall see you this evening."
When she was seated in the cab she put out her hand to him, and as she leaned forward he saw her awful face.
"God help you, Mrs. Routh," he said, with intense pity. Then she said, in a clear low voice, whose tone he remembers, as he remembers the face, these words:
"There is no God. If there were, there could be no such men as he, and no such women as I."
When she was a short distance from the police-court, and beyond the solicitor's sight, she called to the driver from the window that she had changed her purpose, and desired to be set down at St Paul's Churchyard.
The arrival of the prison-van at Newgate excited the usual sensation which it produces among the public who congregate85 in the neighbourhood of the prison, to see it discharge its wretched contents; the majority of the crowd were, as usual, of the dangerous classes; and it would have afforded matter of speculation86 to the curious in such things to look at their faces and calculate, according to the indices there given, how many of the number would one day take a personal part in a spectacle similar to that at which they were gazing with a curiosity which renewed itself daily. On this occasion the sentiment prevalent on the outside of the grim fortress87 of crime was shared in an unusual degree by the officials, and general, not criminal, inhabitants. Not that a supposed murderer's arrival was any novelty at Newgate, but that the supposed murderer in the present instance was not of the class among which society ordinarily recruits its murderers, and the circumstances both of the crime and of its discovery were exceptional. Thus, when the gate unclosed by which the prisoners were to be admitted, the yard was full of spectators.
Four prisoners were committed that day: a burglar and his assistant; a merchant's clerk who had managed a forgery88 so remarkably90 cleverly that it needed only not to have been found out, to have been a stroke of brilliant genius; and Stewart Routh. The door was opened, the group of spectators gathered around. First the burglar, a wiry little man, more like the tailor of real life than the conventional hero of the centre-bit and the jemmy. Next, his assistant, an individual of jovial91 appearance, tempered with responsibility, like a popular president of school feasts, or the leader of a village choir92. Thirdly, the forger89, remarkable93 for nothing in his appearance except its abjectness94 of fright and bewilderment. These had emerged from the darksome recesses95 of the hideous96 caravan97, the first and no slight instalment of their punishment, and had been received with comparative indifference98. A passing glance was all that was accorded to them by the spectators waiting the appearance of the "gentleman" who was in such very serious "trouble."
But the gentleman did not follow his temporary associates, though the policeman in attendance held the door open, and called to him to "come on." Then he stepped into the van and up to the compartment99 in which Routh had been placed. After an elapse of a full minute he emerged, and addressing the lookers-on generally, he said:
"There's something queer the matter with him, and I think he's dead!"
A stir and confusion among the crowd, and the governor called for. A matter-of-fact turnkey advances, saying, in a business-like tone:
"Haul him out, and let's see."
They do haul him out, and they do see. His face is rather bluish in colour, and his eyes are open, but his hands are clenched100, and his tongue is rigid101. And he is quite dead. So there is a great sensation around the prison. The senseless figure is carried into the prison, the door is promptly shut, and the rumour20 spreads through the crowd, trying to find chinks which do not exist, and to hear sounds inaudible, that the "murder" case is disposed of, the prisoner having tried, condemned102, and executed himself. And, though the incident is highly sensational, the general feeling is disappointment.
A woman, plainly dressed and closely veiled, who has been lingering about the street for some time, and was there when the van arrived, has seen the figure lifted from the van and has heard the rumour. But she waits a little while longer, until a policeman comes out of a side-entrance, and while some eager inquirers, chiefly women, question him, and he tells them it is quite true, the man committed for trial for the river-side murder is really dead, she stands by and listens. Then she draws her shawl closely round her, and shivers, and goes away. After she has taken a few steps, she falters103 and sways a little, but she leans against the wall, her hands pressed upon her breast, but quietly, attracting no attention, until she has regained104 her composure and her breath, and then goes on, along the street, and so out into Holborn.
"She has not been seen or heard of, at his chambers105 or at home," said Mr. Carruthers to Mr. Felton late that evening. "Nothing is known of her. They say she has no friends; I could not find out from the servants that she has a single acquaintance even to whose house she could have gone."
Mr. Felton was infinitely106 distressed107 by this news which Mr. Carruthers, whose active benevolence108, guided by the judgment109 of others, knew no bounds, brought to his brother-in-law, who was at length exhausted110, and unable to rise. They had heard early in the afternoon of the death of Routh, and had at once been aroused to the warmest compassion for Harriet. Clare, having left the unconscious Mrs. Carruthers tranquilly111 asleep, had gone to Mr. Felton's lodgings112, and was there when her uncle came in with his report.
"Laura has no suspicion?" asked Mr. Felton.
"Not the slightest. She has no notion that you and George are not still in Paris. I must say Clare is an admirable girl to keep a secret and play a part."
Clare blushed a little at her uncle's praise.
"What is to be done now about this unfortunate woman? She must be found. Apart from every other consideration, George would be infinitely distressed if any harm came to her."
"I really don't know," said Mr. Carruthers. "There seems to be no clue to her probable movements, and--Come in." This was in answer to a knock at the door.
Jim Swain came in, his face full of eagerness:
"Have you found her, sir? Is she at home? Does she know?"
"No, Jim," said Mr. Felton, "she's not at home, and no one knows anything of her."
"Sir," exclaimed Jim--"miss, I'm sure she's somewheres about the prison. Has any one thought of lookin' for her there? She'd go there, sir and miss--she'd go there. Take me with you, and let us go and look for her. I daren't go alone; she wouldn't listen to me, she wouldn't look at me; but I'm sure she's there."
"Uncle," said Clare, earnestly, "I am sure he is right--I feel sure he is right. Pray go; take one of the servants and him. The carriage is waiting for me; take it and go."
Mr. Carruthers did as she desired. It was wonderful to see the change that had come over him with the awakening113 of his better nature. He had always been energetic, and now he forgot to be pompous114 and self-engrossed.
The streets in the dismal115 quarter of the prison were comparatively silent and empty when Mr. Carruthers called to the coachman to stop, and got out of the carriage, Jim descending116 from the box, and they began their dismal search. It was not prolonged or difficult.
They found her sitting on the ground, supported by the prison wall, in an angle where after nightfall there was little resort of footsteps and but dim light--a corner in which the tired wayfarer117 might rest, unquestioned, for a little, by either the policeman or the passer-by. And no more tired wayfarer had ever sat down to rest, even in the pitiless London streets, than the woman who had wandered about until the friendly night had fallen, and had then come there to die, and have done with it.
They took her to her own home, and when they removed her shawl a slip of paper, on which George Dallas's name was written, was found pinned to the front of her dress. It contained these words:
"The boy's story is true. I did not keep the diamonds taken out of the studs. You sold them when you sold your mother's. I was always sorry you ever knew us. H. Routh."
George Dallas is in New York with Mr. Felton, who is winding-up all his affairs, with a view to a permanent residence in England. Jim Swain, whose education includes the art of writing now, is attached to the personal service of Mr. Dallas, who is understood to be his uncle's heir.
Miss Carruthers is at Poynings, not to be tempted by London and its pleasures; but the absence of the young and beautiful heiress is not so deeply deplored118 by "society" as it would be, were it not generally known that she is engaged.
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