By slow degrees the details came to light, but the case still remained a mystery. The chief witness at the inquest was the dead nobleman's valet, who said that the night before his death Lord Argentine had dined with a lady of good position, whose name was suppressed in the newspaper reports. At about eleven o'clock Lord Argentine had returned, and informed his man that he should not require his services till the next morning. A little later the valet had occasion to cross the hall and was somewhat astonished to see his master quietly letting himself out at the front door. He had taken off his evening clothes, and was dressed in a Norfolk coat and knickerbockers, and wore a low brown hat. The valet had no reason to suppose that Lord Argentine had seen him, and though his master rarely kept late hours, thought little of the occurrence till the next morning, when he knocked at the bedroom door at a quarter to nine as usual. He received no answer, and, after knocking two or three[217] times, entered the room, and saw Lord Argentine's body leaning forward at an angle from the bottom of the bed. He found that his master had tied a cord securely to one of the short bed-posts, and, after making a running noose16 and slipping it round his neck, the unfortunate man must have resolutely17 fallen forward, to die by slow strangulation. He was dressed in the light suit in which the valet had seen him go out, and the doctor who was summoned pronounced that life had been extinct for more than four hours. All papers, letters, and so forth18 seemed in perfect order, and nothing was discovered which pointed19 in the most remote way to any scandal either great or small. Here the evidence ended; nothing more could be discovered. Several persons had been present at the dinner-party at which Lord Argentine had assisted, and to all these he seemed in his usual genial spirits. The valet, indeed, said he thought his master appeared a little excited when he came home, but he confessed that the alteration20 in his manner was very slight, hardly noticeable, indeed. It seemed hopeless to seek for any clue, and the suggestion that Lord Argentine had been suddenly attacked by acute suicidal mania21 was generally accepted.
It was otherwise, however, when within three weeks, three more gentlemen, one of them a nobleman, and the two others men of good position and ample means, perished miserably22 in almost precisely23 the same manner. Lord Swanleigh was found one morning in his dressing-room, hanging from a peg24 affixed25 to the wall, and Mr. Collier-Stuart and Mr. Herries had chosen to die as Lord Argentine. There was no explanation[218] in either case; a few bald facts; a living man in the evening, and a dead body with a black swollen26 face in the morning. The police had been forced to confess themselves powerless to arrest or to explain the sordid27 murders of Whitechapel; but before the horrible suicides of Piccadilly and Mayfair they were dumb-foundered, for not even the mere28 ferocity which did duty as an explanation of the crimes of the East End, could be of service in the West. Each of these men who had resolved to die a tortured shameful29 death was rich, prosperous, and to all appearances in love with the world, and not the acutest research could ferret out any shadow of a lurking30 motive in either case. There was a horror in the air, and men looked at one another's faces when they met, each wondering whether the other was to be the victim of the fifth nameless tragedy. Journalists sought in vain in their scrap-books for materials whereof to concoct31 reminiscent articles; and the morning paper was unfolded in many a house with a feeling of awe32; no man knew when or where the blow would next light.
A short while after the last of these terrible events, Austin came to see Mr. Villiers. He was curious to know whether Villiers had succeeded in discovering any fresh traces of Mrs. Herbert, either through Clarke or by other sources, and he asked the question soon after he had sat down.
'No,' said Villiers, 'I wrote to Clarke, but he remains33 obdurate34, and I have tried other channels, but without any result. I can't find out what became of Helen Vaughan after she left Paul Street, but I think she must have gone abroad. But to tell the truth, Austin, I haven't paid very much attention to the matter[219] for the last few weeks; I knew poor Herries intimately, and his terrible death has been a great shock to me, a great shock.'
'I can well believe it,' answered Austin gravely; 'you know Argentine was a friend of mine. If I remember rightly, we were speaking of him that day you came to my rooms.'
'Yes; it was in connection with that house in Ashley Street, Mrs. Beaumont's house. You said something about Argentine's dining there.'
'Quite so. Of course you know it was there Argentine dined the night before—before his death.'
'No, I haven't heard that.'
'Oh, yes; the name was kept out of the papers to spare Mrs. Beaumont. Argentine was a great favourite of hers, and it is said she was in a terrible state for some time after.'
A curious look came over Villiers's face; he seemed undecided whether to speak or not. Austin began again.
'I never experienced such a feeling of horror as when I read the account of Argentine's death. I didn't understand it at the time, and I don't now. I knew him well, and it completely passes my understanding for what possible cause he—or any of the others for the matter of that—could have resolved in cold blood to die in such an awful manner. You know how men babble36 away each other's characters in London, you may be sure any buried scandal or hidden skeleton would have been brought to light in such a case as this; but nothing of the sort has taken place. As for the theory of mania, that is very well, of course, for the coroner's jury, but everybody knows that[220] it's all nonsense. Suicidal mania is not small-pox.'
Austin relapsed into gloomy silence. Villiers sat silent also, watching his friend. The expression of indecision still fleeted across his face; he seemed as if weighing his thoughts in the balance, and the considerations he was revolving37 left him still silent. Austin tried to shake off the remembrance of tragedies as hopeless and perplexed38 as the labyrinth39 of D?dalus, and began to talk in an indifferent voice of the more pleasant incidents and adventures of the season.
'That Mrs. Beaumont,' he said, 'of whom we were speaking, is a great success; she has taken London almost by storm. I met her the other night at Fulham's; she is really a remarkable40 woman.'
'You have met Mrs. Beaumont?'
'Yes; she had quite a court around her. She would be called very handsome, I suppose, and yet there is something about her face which I didn't like. The features are exquisite41, but the expression is strange. And all the time I was looking at her, and afterwards, when I was going home, I had a curious feeling that that very expression was in some way or other familiar to me.'
'You must have seen her in the Row.'
'No, I am sure I never set eyes on the woman before; it is that which makes it puzzling. And to the best of my belief I have never seen anybody like her; what I felt was a kind of dim far-off memory, vague but persistent42. The only sensation I can compare it to, is that odd feeling one sometimes has in a dream, when fantastic cities and wondrous43 lands and[221] phantom44 personages appear familiar and accustomed.'
Villiers nodded and glanced aimlessly round the room, possibly in search of something on which to turn the conversation. His eyes fell on an old chest somewhat like that in which the artist's strange legacy45 lay hid beneath a Gothic scutcheon.
'Have you written to the doctor about poor Meyrick?' he asked.
'Yes; I wrote asking for full particulars as to his illness and death. I don't expect to have an answer for another three weeks or a month. I thought I might as well inquire whether Meyrick knew an Englishwoman named Herbert, and if so, whether the doctor could give me any information about her. But it's very possible that Meyrick fell in with her at New York, or Mexico, or San Francisco; I have no idea as to the extent or direction of his travels.'
'Yes, and it's very possible that the woman may have more than one name.'
'Exactly. I wish I had thought of asking you to lend me the portrait of her which you possess. I might have enclosed it in my letter to Dr. Matthews.'
'So you might; that never occurred to me. We might send it now. Hark! What are those boys calling?'
While the two men had been talking together a confused noise of shouting had been gradually growing louder. The noise rose from the eastward46 and swelled47 down Piccadilly, drawing nearer and nearer, a very torrent48 of sound; surging up streets usually quiet, and making every window a frame for a face, curious or[222] excited. The cries and voices came echoing up the silent street where Villiers lived, growing more distinct as they advanced, and, as Villiers spoke49, an answer rang up from the pavement:
'The West End Horrors; Another Awful Suicide; Full Details!'
Austin rushed down the stairs and bought a paper and read out the paragraph to Villiers as the uproar50 in the street rose and fell. The window was open and the air seemed full of noise and terror.
'Another gentleman has fallen a victim to the terrible epidemic51 of suicide which for the last month has prevailed in the West End. Mr. Sidney Crashaw, of Stoke House, Fulham, and King's Pomeroy, Devon, was found, after a prolonged search, hanging from the branch of a tree in his garden at one o'clock to-day. The deceased gentleman dined last night at the Carlton Club and seemed in his usual health and spirits. He left the Club at about ten o'clock, and was seen walking leisurely52 up St. James's Street a little later. Subsequent to this his movements cannot be traced. On the discovery of the body medical aid was at once summoned, but life had evidently been long extinct. So far as is known, Mr. Crashaw had no trouble or anxiety of any kind. This painful suicide, it will be remembered, is the fifth of the kind in the last month. The authorities at Scotland Yard are unable to suggest any explanation of these terrible occurrences.'
Austin put down the paper in mute horror.
'I shall leave London to-morrow,' he said, 'it is a city of nightmares. How awful this is, Villiers!'
Mr. Villiers was sitting by the window quietly looking out into the street. He had listened to the newspaper[223] report attentively53, and the hint of indecision was no longer on his face.
'Wait a moment, Austin,' he replied, 'I have made up my mind to mention a little matter that occurred last night. It is stated, I think, that Crashaw was last seen alive in St. James's Street shortly after ten?'
'Yes, I think so. I will look again. Yes, you are quite right.'
'Quite so. Well, I am in a position to contradict that statement at all events. Crashaw was seen after that; considerably54 later indeed.'
'How do you know?'
'Because I happened to see Crashaw myself at about two o'clock this morning.'
'You saw Crashaw? You, Villiers?'
'Yes, I saw him quite distinctly; indeed, there were but a few feet between us.'
'Where, in Heaven's name, did you see him?'
'Not far from here. I saw him in Ashley Street. He was just leaving a house.'
'Did you notice what house it was?'
'Yes. It was Mrs. Beaumont's.'
'Villiers! Think what you are saying; there must be some mistake. How could Crashaw be in Mrs. Beaumont's house at two o'clock in the morning? Surely, surely, you must have been dreaming, Villiers, you were always rather fanciful.'
'No; I was wide awake enough. Even if I had been dreaming as you say, what I saw would have roused me effectually.'
'What you saw? What did you see? Was there anything strange about Crashaw? But I can't believe it; it is impossible.'[224]
'Well, if you like I will tell you what I saw, or if you please, what I think I saw, and you can judge for yourself.'
'Very good, Villiers.'
The noise and clamour of the street had died away, though now and then the sound of shouting still came from the distance, and the dull, leaden silence seemed like the quiet after an earthquake or a storm. Villiers turned from the window and began speaking.
'I was at a house near Regent's Park last night, and when I came away the fancy took me to walk home instead of taking a hansom. It was a clear pleasant night enough, and after a few minutes I had the streets pretty much to myself. It's a curious thing, Austin, to be alone in London at night, the gas-lamps stretching away in perspective, and the dead silence, and then perhaps the rush and clatter55 of a hansom on the stones, and the fire starting up under the horse's hoofs56. I walked along pretty briskly, for I was feeling a little tired of being out in the night, and as the clocks were striking two I turned down Ashley Street, which, you know, is on my way. It was quieter than ever there, and the lamps were fewer; altogether, it looked as dark and gloomy as a forest in winter. I had done about half the length of the street when I heard a door closed very softly, and naturally I looked up to see who was abroad like myself at such an hour. As it happens, there is a street lamp close to the house in question, and I saw a man standing35 on the step. He had just shut the door and his face was towards me, and I recognized Crashaw directly. I never knew him to speak to, but I had often seen him, and I am positive that I was not mistaken in my man. I looked into his[225] face for a moment, and then—I will confess the truth—I set off at a good run, and kept it up till I was within my own door.'
'Why?'
'Why? Because it made my blood run cold to see that man's face. I could never have supposed that such an infernal medley57 of passions could have glared out of any human eyes; I almost fainted as I looked. I knew I had looked into the eyes of a lost soul, Austin, the man's outward form remained, but all hell was within it. Furious lust1, and hate that was like fire, and the loss of all hope and horror that seemed to shriek58 aloud to the night, though his teeth were shut; and the utter blackness of despair. I am sure he did not see me; he saw nothing that you or I can see, but he saw what I hope we never shall. I do not know when he died; I suppose in an hour, or perhaps two, but when I passed down Ashley Street and heard the closing door, that man no longer belonged to this world; it was a devil's face I looked upon.'
There was an interval59 of silence in the room when Villiers ceased speaking. The light was failing, and all the tumult60 of an hour ago was quite hushed. Austin had bent61 his head at the close of the story, and his hand covered his eyes.
'What can it mean?' he said at length.
'Who knows, Austin, who knows? It's a black business, but I think we had better keep it to ourselves, for the present at any rate. I will see if I cannot learn anything about that house through private channels of information, and if I do light upon anything I will let you know.'
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covetously
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alteration
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exquisite
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wondrous
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