“Sooner or later,” began the Doctor, settling himself comfortably in his chair, “it comes to most of us. Sooner or later a man or a woman comes to consult us on what they imagine to be some trifling1 malady2, and when we make our examination we find that it isn’t trifling. And occasionally we find that not only is the matter not trifling, but that—well, you all have seen Collier’s picture, ‘The Sentence of Death.’
“It’s a thing, incidentally, which requires careful thought—just how much you will tell. Different people take things different ways, and where it might be your duty to tell one man the half-truth, to another it might be just as much your duty to lie. But broadly speaking, I, personally, have always maintained that, unless the circumstances are quite exceptional, it is a doctor’s duty to tell a patient the truth, however unpleasant it may be. What would a man say if his lawyer or his stockbroker3 lied to him?
“Which brings me to the opening of my story. It was in the May before the War that a man came into my consulting-room—a man whom I will call Jack4 Digby. I motioned him to a chair on the other side of my desk, so placed that the light from the window fell on his face. I put him down as a man of about three-and-thirty who was used to an outdoor life. His face was bronzed, his hands were sunburnt, and the whole way he carried himself—the set of his shoulders, the swing of his arms as he walked across the room—indicated the athlete in good condition. In fact, he was an unusual type to find in a Harley Street consulting-room, and I told him so by way of opening the conversation.
“He grinned, a very pleasant, cheery grin, and put his hat on the floor.
“?‘Just a matter of form, Doctor,’ he said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs. ‘I’m thinking of entering for the matrimonial stakes, and before saddling-up I thought I’d just get you to certify5 me sound in wind and limb.’
“Now he spoke6 very easily and naturally, but something—I don’t quite know what—made me look at him a little more closely. The study of human nature is a vital necessity if the study of human ailments7 is to be successful—and one gets plenty of opportunity for it if one is a consulting physician. And I suddenly wondered if it was ‘just a matter of form’ in his mind. The ordinary young, healthy man doesn’t usually take the trouble to be overhauled8 by a doctor merely because he is going to be married.
“However, at that stage of the proceedings9 my thoughts were my own, and I answered him in the same vein10. And while he was taking off his coat and shirt we talked casually11 on various topics. Then I started my examination. And within half a minute I knew that something was very, very wrong.
“?‘I would like you to take off your vest, please, Mr. Digby,’ I said, and for a moment he stared at me in silence. I was watching him quietly, and it was then I knew that my first surmise12 was correct. In his eyes there was a look of dreadful fear.
“He stripped his vest off, and I continued my examination. And after I’d finished I walked over to my desk.
“?‘You can put on your clothes again,’ I said gravely, to swing round as I felt his hand like a vice13 on my shoulder.
“?‘What is it?’ he muttered. ‘Tell me.’
“?‘It was not altogether a matter of form with you, was it, Mr. Digby?’ I answered. ‘Put on your clothes; I want to ask you a few questions.’
“?‘Hang it, man!’ he cried. ‘I can’t wait. What have you found?’
“?‘I would like to have another opinion before telling you.’ I was fencing for time, but he was insistent14.
“?‘You can have another opinion—you can have fifty other opinions,’ he cried, still gripping me by the shoulder—‘but I want to know what you think now. Can I marry?’
“?‘You cannot,’ I said gravely, and his hand fell to his side. Then he slowly walked across the room and stood with his back to me, staring out of the window. Once his shoulders shook a little, but except for that he stood quite motionless. And after a while he picked up his clothes and started to dress.
“I said nothing until he had finished; with a man of his type talking is a mistake. It was not until he again sat down in the chair opposite me that I broke the silence.
“?‘You asked me a specific question, Mr. Digby,’ I said quietly, ‘and I answered as a man of your type would like to be answered. But I now want to modify my reply slightly. And I will put it this way. If I had a daughter, I would not allow a man whose heart was in the condition that yours is to marry her. It would not be fair to her; it would certainly not be fair to any possible children.’
“He nodded gravely, though he didn’t speak.
“?‘You feared something of this sort when you came to me?’ I asked.
“?‘My mother died of it,’ he answered quietly. ‘And once or twice lately, after exercise, I’ve had an agonising twinge of pain.’ And then, under his breath, he added: ‘Thank God, she doesn’t know!’
“?‘But I would like another opinion,’ I continued. ‘There are men, as you know, who are entirely15 heart specialists, and I will give you the address of one.’
“?‘Confirmation of the death sentence,’ he laughed grimly. ‘No saddling-up for me—eh, Doctor?’
“?‘Not as you are at present, Mr. Digby.’ I was writing the address of the biggest heart man on a piece of paper, though I felt it was useless. It didn’t require an expert to diagnose this trouble.
“?‘Is there any chance of getting better?’ he cried eagerly, and I stopped writing and looked at him. There was hope—a dawning hope in his eyes—and for a moment I hesitated.
“My own opinion was that there was no chance: that he might, with care and luck, live for two or three years—perhaps more—but that he might equally well drop dead at any moment. It was enough—that momentary16 hesitation17; the eager look in his eyes faded, and he sat back wearily in his chair.
“?‘Don’t bother,’ he said slowly; ‘I see how it is.’
“?‘No, you don’t, Mr. Digby,’ I answered. ‘You see how I think it is. Which is an altogether different matter. There is always a chance.’
“?‘That’s juggling18 with words,’ he said, with a twisted little smile. ‘The great point is that I’m not in a position to ask this girl to marry me.’
“He glanced at the slip of paper I handed to him, then he rose.
“?‘I would like you to go and see him,’ I said quietly. ‘You see I feel the gravity of what I’ve had to tell you this morning very much, and in fairness to myself as well as to you, my dear fellow, I’d like you to go to Sir John.’
“For a few seconds he stood there facing me, then he grinned as he had done at the beginning of the interview.
“?‘All right, Doctor,’ he cried. ‘I’ll go, and Sir John shall drive the nail right in.’
“?‘I’m sorry,’ I said—‘infernally sorry. You’ve taken it, if I may say so, like a very brave man.’
“He turned away abruptly20. ‘What the deuce is the good of whining21?’ he cried. ‘If it’s the same as in my mother’s case, the end will be very abrupt19.’
“The next moment he was gone—a man under sentence of death. And the pitiful tragedy of it hit one like a blow. He was so essentially22 the type of man who should have married some charming girl and have children. He was just a first-class specimen23 of the sporting Englishman, but——” The Doctor paused and looked at the Soldier. “The type that makes a first-class squadron-leader,” and the Soldier nodded.
“It was in the afternoon,” continued the Doctor after a while, “that Sir John Longworth rang me up. Digby had been to him, and the result was as I expected. Two years, or possibly two days, and as for marriage, out of the question entirely. He had merely confirmed my own diagnosis24 of the case, and there for a time the matter rested. In the stress of work Jack Digby passed from my mind, until Fate decreed that we should meet again in what were to prove most dramatic circumstances.
“It was two months later—about the beginning of July—that I decided25 to take a short holiday. I couldn’t really spare the time, but I knew that I ought to take one. So I ran down for a long week-end to stop with some people I knew fairly well in Dorsetshire. They had just taken a big house a few miles from Weymouth, and I will call them the Maitlands. There were Mr. and Mrs. Maitland, and a son, Tom, up at the ’Varsity, and a daughter, Sybil. When I arrived I found they had a bit of a house-party, perhaps a dozen in all, and after tea the girl, whom I’d met once or twice before, took me round the place.
“She was a charming girl, very, very pretty, of about twenty-two or three, and we chattered26 on aimlessly as we strolled through the gardens.
“?‘You’re quite a big party,’ I laughed, ‘and I thought I was coming for a quiet week-end.’
“?‘We’ve got two or three more arriving to-night,’ she said. ‘At least I think so. One of them is a most elusive27 person.’ She was staring straight in front of her as she spoke, and for the moment she seemed to have forgotten my existence.
“?‘Male or female—the elusive one?’ I asked lightly.
“?‘A man,’ she answered abruptly, and changed the conversation.
“But being an old and wary28 bird, I read into her harmless remark a somewhat deeper significance than was perhaps justified29, and it struck me very forcibly that if I were the man I would not be elusive in the circumstances. She surely was most amazingly pretty.”
“With great deductive ability,” murmured the Actor, as the Doctor paused to refill his pipe, “we place the elusive man as Jack Digby.”
“You go to blazes!” laughed the teller30 of the story. “I haven’t got to that yet. Of course you’re quite right—he was; though when I found it out a little later it came as a complete surprise to me. I’d almost forgotten his existence.
“It was her father who first mentioned his name. I was having a sherry and bitters with him in his study before going up to dress for dinner, and the conversation turned on the girl. I think I said how extraordinarily31 pretty I thought she was, and remarked that I supposed somebody would soon be walking off with her.
“Joe Maitland’s face clouded a little.
“?‘As a matter of fact,’ he said, ‘both her mother and I have been expecting it for some time. A most charming man, and Sybil is in love with him, I’m sure. We all thought that he was in love with her,’ and then he exploded—‘damn it, it isn’t a question of thinking, I know he’s in love with her! And for some extraordinary reason he won’t tell her so. He’s kept away from her for the last two months, after having lived in her pocket. And he’s not the type that monkeys round and makes a girl fond of him for no reason. He’s coming here to-night, and——’
“My host, still frowning slightly, lit a cigarette. So evidently this was the elusive man, I thought, putting down my glass. It was no business of mine, and then suddenly I stood very still as I heard him speak again.
“?‘Jack Digby is as white as they’re made,’ he was saying, but I didn’t hear any more. Luckily my back was towards him, so he couldn’t see my face. Jack Digby! Poor devil! With Sybil Maitland, the girl, in his mind, the blow I’d given him must have been even crueller than I’d thought. And what a strange coincidence that I should be going to meet him again in such circumstances. Maitland was still rambling32 on, but I was paying no attention to him. I could, of course, say nothing unless Digby gave me permission; but it struck me that if I told him how the land lay—if I told him that not only was his silence being completely misconstrued, but that it was making the girl unhappy, he might allow me to tell her father the truth. After all, the truth was far better; there was nothing to be ashamed of in having a rotten heart.
“And it was just as I had made up my mind to see Digby that night that the door opened and Tom, the boy, came in. I hadn’t seen him since he was quite a child, and the first thing that struck me about him was that he was almost as good-looking as his sister. He’d got the same eyes, the same colouring, but—there was the devil of a but. Whereas his sister gave one the impression of being utterly33 frank and fearless, the boy struck me immediately as being the very reverse. That he was the apple of his mother’s eye, I knew—but that signifies nothing. Thank God! mothers are made that way. And as I stood watching him talking to his father I recalled certain vague rumours34 that I’d heard recently and had paid scant35 attention to at the time. Rumours of wild extravagance up at Oxford—debts well into the four figures. . . . They came back to my mind, those idle bits of gossip, and they assumed a definite significance as I studied the boy’s face. It was weak—utterly weak; he gave one the impression of having no mental or moral stamina36 whatever. He poured himself out a glass of sherry, and his hand wasn’t quite steady, which is a bad sign in a boy of under twenty-one. And he was a little frightened of his father, which is bad in a boy of any age when the father is a man like Joe Maitland. And that wasn’t all, either. There was something more—something much bigger on his mind: I was sure of it. There was fear in his heart; you could see it lurking37 round his eyes—round his mouth. I glanced at Joe, but he seemed quite oblivious38 of it, and then I left them and went up to dress for dinner. I remember wondering as I turned into my room whether the boy had got into another scrape—then I dismissed him from my mind. Jack Digby was a more interesting and more pressing problem.
“I met him in the hall as I came down, and he gave a sudden start of astonishment39.
“?‘Why, Doctor,’ he said quietly as we shook hands, ‘this is a surprise. I’d no idea you were to be here.’
“?‘Nor I that you were coming,’ I answered, ‘until Mr. Maitland happened to mention it a little while ago.’
“?‘You haven’t said anything to him, have you?’ he cried anxiously.
“?‘My dear fellow,’ I said, ‘you ought to know that doctors don’t.’ He muttered an apology, and I went on: ‘You know, Digby, I can’t help thinking you’re making a mistake in not telling the truth.’
“He shook his head vigorously. ‘I’m sure I’m not,’ he answered. ‘The mistake I’ve made has been in coming here at all. I haven’t seen her since the day—when you told me. And I oughtn’t to have come now. It’s the last—I swear that. I couldn’t help it; I had to see her once again. I’m going to Africa in August—big game shooting.’
“I stared at him gravely, and after a while he went on:
“?‘No one knows better than you,’ he said gravely, ‘my chance of returning. And when I don’t come back—she’ll forget me.’ I saw his hands clench40 at his side. ‘But if I tell her now—why, she’ll want me to stop in England—to go to specialists—to eke41 out life to the full two or three years. It’ll be hell—hell! Hell for both of us. Every day she’ll be wondering if she is going to hear I’m dead; it’ll ruin her life. Whereas Africa, if she doesn’t know about my heart, will be sudden. You see, Doctor, she is the only one to be considered—the only one.’
“I drew a deep breath; truly Joe Maitland had been right. This man was white clean through. And then he gave a little choking gasp42, and, turning round, I saw the girl coming towards us across the hall.
“?‘I didn’t know you’d come, old man,’ I heard her say, and then I moved away and left them. It was one of those occasions when you say it’s the smoke that has got into your eyes—and you lie.”
For a while the Doctor was silent; then he gave a short laugh.
“They sat next to one another at dinner, opposite me, and I’m afraid my partner must have thought I was a little wanting in intellect. They were such a perfectly43 ideal couple; and I noticed old Joe Maitland watching them every now and then. But gradually, as the meal progressed, a puzzled look began to creep into the girl’s eyes, and once she bit her lip suddenly and turned abruptly to the man on her other side. It was then that Digby looked across the table at me, and in that moment I realised that he was right. For him to remain in England would be impossible for both of them; the end, quick and sudden in an African jungle—if he ever got as far—was the only way out.
“?‘My God! Doctor,’ he said as he came round and sat down next to me after the ladies had gone, ‘I knew I was a fool to come, but I didn’t think it was going to be as bad as this.’
“?‘When are you going to start?’ I asked.
“?‘As soon as I can get things fixed44 up at home, here, and make some sort of arrangements for carriers and people the other end. One must act, I suppose, even though it’s the last appearance.’ He gave a mirthless laugh. ‘I’ve always wanted to go South from Khartoum—I wonder how far I’ll get.’ Then he began to drum on the table with his fingers. ‘And what I wonder still more,’ he went on slowly, ‘is how in Heaven’s name I’ll get through this evening. You see, though I didn’t actually propose in so many words before I came to see you, I’d—I’d let things drift to such a position that a proposal was hardly necessary. That’s the devil of it. . . . She knows I worship the ground she walks on—and I know she cares too.’
“?‘How long are you going to stop here?’ I asked.
“?‘I accepted for the week-end,’ he said abruptly. ‘I shall go first thing to-morrow. I can’t stand it.’
“At that we left it, and I didn’t speak to him again until the thing occurred which even now—though seven years have slipped by—is as clearly imprinted45 on my brain as if it had happened last night.
“I couldn’t sleep very well that night, and at about two I switched on my light, with the idea of reading. I was just reaching out for a book when I heard the sound of voices from a room almost opposite. I listened for a moment, then I got up and went to the door. For the voices were excited and angry; something unusual was evidently happening. For a moment or two I hesitated; then I slipped on a dressing-gown and looked out. Across the passage the door of a room was open, and through it the light was streaming out. And then I heard Joe Maitland speak, and his words literally46 rooted me to the ground with amazement47.
“?‘So, Mr. Digby, you’re just a common damned thief. The gentleman crook—what? The amateur cracksman. That’s what they call them on the stage, I believe. Sounds better. But I prefer the more homely48 name of thief.’
“It was then that I appeared in the door, and Maitland swung round.
“?‘Oh, it’s you, is it, Tranton?’ He had a revolver in his hand, and he lowered it when he saw who it was. ‘A pretty tableau49, isn’t it? It appears that a second edition of—what was the gentleman’s name—Raffles, wasn’t it?—has been honouring me with his presence. Unfortunately, Tom and I both happened to hear him.’
“But I was paying no attention to what he was saying; my eyes were fixed on Digby and—Tom. Digby, with a quiet smile on his face and his hands in his pockets, was standing50 beside an open safe. He was still in evening clothes, and once he glanced my way. Then he looked back again at his host, and I looked at Tom. He was in his dressing-gown, and he was shivering as if he had the ague. He was standing close to his father, and a little behind him—and Joe Maitland was too engrossed51 with Digby to notice the condition he was in.
“?‘Can you advance any reason, Mr. Digby,’ he demanded, ‘why I shouldn’t call up the local police?’
“?‘None whatever, Mr. Maitland,’ he answered gravely. ‘Your son caught me fair and square.’
“And it seemed to me that Tom made an effort to speak, though no words came from his lips.
“?‘You damned scoundrel!’ cried Maitland. ‘You come to my house—you make love to my daughter—and then you abuse my hospitality by trying to steal my wife’s jewellery!’
“It was at that moment that the girl came in. I saw Digby catch his breath and lean against the wall for support; then he straightened up and faced his host again. Just once had he glanced at her, with her glorious hair falling over her shoulders and a startled look of wonder in her great eyes. Then resolutely52 he looked away.
“?‘What’s happened, Daddy?’ she whispered. ‘I heard your voice and——’
“?‘This has happened, my dear,’ said Maitland grimly. ‘We have been privileged to discover Mr. Digby’s method of earning a livelihood53.’ He pointed54 to the open safe. ‘He apparently55 ingratiates himself with people for the express purpose of stealing their valuables. In other words, a common thief.’
“?‘I don’t believe it!’ she flashed out, imperiously. ‘Jack—a thief! How can you say such a thing?’
“?‘Then may I ask what he was doing when your brother discovered him by the open safe? Besides, he admits it himself.’
“?‘Jack!’ The cry seemed to come from the very depths of her soul. ‘Say it’s a lie!’
“?‘I am afraid, Miss Maitland—that I can’t say it’s untrue.’
“And then there fell one of those silences that can be felt. She was staring at Jack Digby, was the girl—staring at him with a great amazement dawning on her face.
“?‘Jack,’ she whispered, ‘look at me!’
“He raised his eyes and looked at her, and a little pulse was beating just above his jaw57. Then, after what seemed an interminable time, she gave a little laugh that was half a sob58 and turned away.
“?‘I see,’ she said below her breath. ‘I see.’
“But what it was she saw, I didn’t at the moment realise. It was to be made clear a little later.”
The Doctor paused and threw a log on the fire.
“Yes, I found out later what she thought,” he went on after a while, “and for the first and probably the last time in my life I was guilty of a breach59 of professional confidence. It was about half an hour later that I went round to Jack Digby’s room. Maitland, after thinking it over—and it is possible that I had something to do with his decision—had dismissed the idea of sending for the police. Digby was to clear out by the first train next morning, and was never to make an attempt to communicate with the girl again. And Jack Digby had bowed in silence and gone to his own room. He wouldn’t look at me as he passed; I think he knew that he hadn’t deceived me.
“He was sitting by the open window when I went in, still in his evening clothes, and he looked round with a start as I entered. His face was drawn60 and grey.
“?‘My dear chap,’ I said, before he could speak, ‘is it worth while?’
“?‘I don’t understand what you mean, Doctor,’ he said slowly.
“?‘Oh, yes, you do!’ I answered. ‘You deceived Mr. Maitland all right—you didn’t deceive me. It was Tom who opened the safe—not you.’
“For a moment I thought he was going to deny it; then he gave a little mirthless laugh.
“?‘Perfectly correct,’ he said. ‘As you say, it was Tom who opened the safe. I caught him absolutely in the act. And then Mr. Maitland came.’
“?‘But—good God!’ I cried, ‘what an unutterable young waster he must be to let you shoulder the blame!’
“Digby faced me steadily. ‘I made him. You see, I saw it was the chance I had been looking for.’
“?‘You mean you told him about your heart?’
“?‘No,’ he answered quietly. ‘But I told him I was entangled61 with another woman, and that the best way of saving his sister’s feelings was to let her think——’
“And then the boy broke down utterly. With his hands on my shoulders he stood there facing me, and he made me swear I wouldn’t tell the girl.
“?‘She must never know, Doctor. I’ve done it for her. She must never know.’
“And even as he spoke, the words died away on his lips, and he stood motionless, staring past me at the door. Without looking round I knew what had happened—I could smell the faint scent62 she used.
“?‘What have you done for me, Jack, and why must I never know?’
“She came steadily up to him, and his hands fell to his side.
“?‘Why, you’ve been crying, dear,’ she said. ‘What’s the matter?’
“True to his purpose, he started some fantastic story about sorrow at having been found out, but she cut him short.
“?‘Don’t lie, Jack—not now,’ she whispered. ‘I know it wasn’t you who opened the safe. I know it was Tom. But what I want to know is why you said you did it.’
“It was then I made up my mind.
“?‘I’m going to tell her, Digby, whether you like it or not,’ and she looked at me quickly. He didn’t say anything; things had got beyond him. And very briefly63 I told her the truth about his heart.
“She listened to me in absolute silence, and when I’d finished she just turned round to him and held out both her arms.
“?‘Thank God! I know, my darling,’ she whispered. ‘I thought it was because you’d got fond of another woman. I thought—oh! Heaven knows what I thought! But now—oh! you stupid, wonderful boy!’
“I went to the window and looked out! It must have been five minutes later that I found the girl at my side.
“?‘Is it absolutely hopeless?’ she asked.
“?‘Humanly speaking,’ I answered, ‘yes.’
“?‘How long?’ and she put her hand on my arm.
“?‘Two days; two months; at the utmost, two years,’ I said gravely.
“?‘And why shouldn’t I look after him for those two years?’ she demanded fiercely.
“?‘I’m thinking of a possible child,’ I said quietly, and she began to tremble a little.
“?‘That’s ridiculous,’ she cried—‘quite ridiculous.’?”
The Doctor was carefully cleaning out the bowl of his pipe. “In the morning Jack Digby had gone, leaving behind him a note for her. She showed it to me later.
“?‘The Doctor is right, my darling,’ it ran. ‘It’s just Fate, and there’s not much use kicking. I’m glad though that you know the truth—it helps. Good-bye, dear heart. God bless you.’?”
The Doctor paused.
“Is that all?” said the Ordinary Man.
“Very nearly,” answered the Doctor. “I had been right when I said two months, only the cause of death was not what I expected. How he got across the water so soon I don’t know. But he did—in a cavalry64 regiment65. And he stopped one—somewhere up Ypres way.”
“And the girl?” asked the Soldier.
“Has not got over it yet,” said the Doctor.
“And did she ever hear from him again?” demanded the Barrister.
“Once, from France. Written just before—the end. She didn’t show me that one. Pass the whisky, Actor-man. Talking makes one’s throat infernally dry.”
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