“Here,” I said to myself, “is a place where a man might live to be a hundred, undisturbed by the rush and bustle4 of the Great World.”
That was my feeling then, but since I have come to know it better, and have been permitted an opportunity of seeing for myself something of the inner life of the hamlet, I have discovered that it is only the life of a great city, on a small scale. There is the same keen competition in trade, with the same jealousies5 and bickerings. However, on this peaceful Sunday morning it struck me as being delightful6. There was an old-world quiet about it that was vastly soothing7. The rooks cawed lazily in the elms before the church as if they knew it were Sunday morning and a day of rest. A dog lay extended in the middle of the road, basking8 in the sunshine, a thing which he would not have dared to do on a weekday. Even the little stream that runs under the old stone bridge, which marks the centre of the village, and then winds its tortuous9 course round the churchyard, through the Squire’s park, and then down the valley on its way to the sea, seemed to flow somewhat more slowly than was its wont10.
Feeling just in the humour for a little moralizing, I opened the lych-gate and entered the churchyard. The congregation were singing the last hymn11, the Old Hundredth, if I remember rightly, and the sound of their united voices fitted perfectly12 into the whole scheme, giving it the one touch that was lacking. As I strolled along I glanced at the inscriptions13 on the various tomb-stones, and endeavoured to derive15 from them some notion of the lives and characters of those whose memories they perpetuated16.
“Sacred to the memory of Erasmus Gunning, twenty-seven years Schoolmaster of this Parish. Born 24th of March, 1806, and rested from his labours on September the 19th, 1876.” Seating myself on the low wall that surrounded the churchyard, I looked down upon the river, and while so doing, reflected upon Erasmus Gunning. What had he been like, this knight17 of the ferrule, who for twenty-seven years acted as pedagogue18 to this tiny hamlet? What good had he done in his world? Had he realized his life’s ambition? Into many of the congregation now worshipping yonder he must have driven the three R’s, possibly with the assistance of the faithful ferrule aforesaid, yet how many of them gave a thought to his memory! In this case the assertion that he “rested from his labours” was a trifle ambiguous. Consigning20 poor Erasmus to oblivion, I continued my walk. Presently my eyes caught an inscription14 that made me halt again. It was dedicated21 to the “Loving Memory of William Kitwater, and Susan, his wife.” I was still looking at it, when I heard a step on the gravel-path behind me, and turning round, I found myself standing face to face with Miss Kitwater. To use the conventional phrase, church had “come out,” and the congregation was even now making its way down the broad avenue towards the high-road.
“ ‘HOW DO YOU DO, MR. FAIRFAX?’ SAID MISS KITWATER.”
“How do you do, Mr. Fairfax?” said Miss Kitwater, giving me her hand as she spoke22. “It is kind indeed of you to come down. I hope you have good news for us?”
“I am inclined to consider it good news myself,” I said. “I hope you will think so too.”
She did not question me further about it then, but asking me to excuse her for a moment, stepped over the little plot of ground where her dear ones lay, and plucked some of the dead leaves from the flowers that grew upon it. To my thinking she was just what an honest English girl should be; straight-forward and gentle, looking the whole world in the face with frank and honourable23 simplicity24. When she had finished her labour of love, which only occupied her a few moments, she suggested that we should stroll on to her house.
“My uncle will be wondering what has become of me,” she said, “and he will also be most anxious to see you.”
“He does not accompany you to church then?”
“No,” she answered. “He is so conscious of his affliction that he cannot bear it to be remarked. He usually stays at home and walks up and down a path in the garden, brooding, I am afraid, over his treatment by Mr. Hayle. It goes to my heart to see him.”
“And Mr. Codd?”
“He, poor little man, spends most of his time reading such works on Arch?ology as he can obtain. It is his one great study, and I am thankful he has such a hobby to distract his mind from his own trouble.”
“Their coming to England must have made a great change in your life,” I remarked.
“It has made a difference,” she answered. “But one should not lead one’s life exactly to please one’s self. They were in sore distress26, and I am thankful that they came to me, and that I had the power to help them.”
This set me thinking. She spoke gravely, and I knew that she meant what she said. But underlying27 it there was a suggestion that, for some reason or another, she had not been altogether favourably28 impressed by her visitors. Whether I was right in my suppositions I could not tell then, but I knew that I should in all probability be permitted a better opportunity of judging later on. We crossed the little bridge, and passed along the high road for upwards29 of a mile, until we found ourselves standing at the entrance to one of the prettiest little country residences it has even been my lot to find. A drive, some thirty yards or so in length, led up to the house and was shaded by overhanging trees. The house itself was of two stories and was covered by creepers. The garden was scrupulously30 neat, and I fancied that I could detect its mistress’s hand in it. Shady walks led from it in various directions, and at the end of one of these I could discern a tall, restless figure, pacing up and down.
“There is my uncle,” said the girl, referring to the figure I have just described. “That is his sole occupation. He likes it because it is the only part of the garden in which he can move about without a guide. How empty and hard his life must seem to him, now, Mr. Fairfax?”
“It must indeed,” I replied. “To my thinking blindness is one of the worst ills that can happen to a man. It must be particularly hard to one who has led such a vigorous life as your uncle has done.”
I could almost have declared that she shuddered31 at my words. Did she know more about her uncle and his past life than she liked to think about? I remembered one or two expressions he had let fall in his excitement when he had been talking to me, and how I had commented upon them as being strange words to come from the lips of a missionary32. I had often wondered whether the story he had told me about their life in China, and Hayle’s connection with it, had been a true one. The tenaciousness33 with which a Chinaman clings to the religion of his forefathers34 is proverbial, and I could not remember having ever heard that a Mandarin35, or an official of high rank, had been converted to the Christian36 Faith. Even if he had, it struck me as being highly improbable that he would have been the possessor of such princely treasure, and even supposing that to be true, that he would, at his death, leave it to such a man as Kitwater. No, I fancied if we could only get at the truth of the story, we should find that it was a good deal more picturesque37, not to use a harsher term, than we imagined. For a moment I had almost been tempted38 to believe that the stones were Hayle’s property, and that these two men were conducting their crusade with the intention of robbing him of them. Yet, on maturer reflection, this did not fit in. There was the fact that they had certainly been mutilated as they described, and also their hatred39 of Hayle to be weighed in one balance, while Hayle’s manifest fear of them could be set in the other.
“If I am not mistaken that is your step, Mr. Fairfax,” said the blind man, stopping suddenly in his walk, and turning his sightless face in my direction. “It’s wonderful how the loss of one’s sight sharpens one’s ears. I suppose you met Margaret on the road.”
“I met Miss Kitwater in the churchyard,” I replied.
“A very good meeting-place,” he chuckled40 sardonically41. “It’s where most of us meet each other sooner or later. Upon my word, I think the dead are luckier than the living. In any case they are more fortunate than poor devils like Codd and myself. But I am keeping you standing, won’t you sit down somewhere and tell me your news? I have been almost counting the minutes for your arrival. I know you would not be here to-day unless you had something important to communicate to me. You have found Hayle?”
He asked the question with feverish42 eagerness, as if he hoped within a few hours to be clutching at the other’s throat. I could see that his niece noticed it too, and that she recoiled43 a little from him in consequence. I thereupon set to work and told them of all that had happened since I had last seen them, described my lucky meeting with Hayle at Charing44 Cross, my chase after him across London, the trick he had played me at Foxwell’s Hotel, and my consequent fruitless journey to Southampton.
“And he managed to escape you after all,” said Kitwater. “That man would outwit the Master of all Liars45 Himself. He is out of England by this time, and we shall lose him.”
“He has not escaped me,” I replied quietly. “I know where he is, and I have got a man on his track.”
“Then where is he?” asked Kitwater. “If you know where he is, you ought to be with him yourself instead of down here. You are paid to conduct the case. How do you know that your man may not bungle46 it, and that we may not lose him again?”
His tone was so rude and his manner so aggressive, that his niece was about to protest. I made a sign to her, however, not to do so.
“I don’t think you need be afraid, Mr. Kitwater,” I said more soothingly47 than I felt. “My man is a very clever and reliable fellow, and you may be sure that, having once set eyes on Mr. Hayle, he will not lose sight of him again. I shall leave for Paris to-morrow morning, and shall immediately let you know the result of my search. Will that suit you?”
“It will suit me when I get hold of Hayle,” he replied. “Until then I shall know no peace. Surely you must understand that?”
Then, imagining perhaps, that he had gone too far, he began to fawn48 upon me, and what was worse praised my methods of elucidating49 a mystery. I cannot say which I disliked the more. Indeed, had it not been that I had promised Miss Kitwater to take up the case, and that I did not want to disappoint her, I believe I should have abandoned it there and then, out of sheer disgust. A little later our hostess proposed that we should adjourn50 to the house, as it was neatly51 lunch-time. We did so, and I was shown to a pretty bedroom to wash my hands. It was a charming apartment, redolent of the country, smelling of lavender, and after London, as fresh as a glimpse of a new life. I looked about me, took in the cleanliness of everything, and contrasted it with my own dingy52 apartments at Rickford’s Hotel, where the view from the window was not of meadows and breezy uplands, but of red roofs, chimney-pots, and constantly revolving53 cowls. I could picture the view from this window in the early morning, with the dew upon the grass, and the blackbirds whistling in the shrubbery. I am not a vain man, I think, but at this juncture54 I stood before the looking-glass and surveyed myself. For the first time in my life I could have wished that I had been better-looking. At last I turned angrily away.
“What a duffer I am to be sure!” I said to myself. “If I begin to get notions like this in my head there is no knowing where I may end. As if any girl would ever think twice about me!”
Thereupon I descended55 to the drawing-room, which I found empty. It was a true woman’s room, daintily furnished, with little knick-knacks here and there, a work-basket put neatly away for the Sabbath, and an open piano with one of Chopin’s works upon the music-rest. Leading out of the drawing-room was a small conservatory56, filled with plants. It was a pretty little place and I could not refrain from exploring it. I am passionately57 fond of flowers, but my life at that time was not one that permitted me much leisure to indulge in my liking58. As I stood now, however, in the charming place, among the rows of neatly-arranged pots, I experienced a sort of waking dream. I seemed to see myself standing in this very conservatory, hard at work upon my flowers, a pipe in my mouth and my favourite old felt hat upon my head. Crime and criminals were alike forgotten; I no longer lived in a dingy part of the Town, and what was better than all I had----
“Do you know I feel almost inclined to offer you the proverbial penny,” said Miss Kitwater’s voice behind me, at the drawing-room door. “Is it permissible59 to ask what you were thinking about?”
I am not of course prepared to swear it, but I honestly believe for the first time for many years, I blushed.
“I was thinking how very pleasant a country life must be,” I said, making the first excuse that came to me. “I almost wish that I could lead one.”
“Then why don’t you? Surely it would not be so very difficult?”
“I am rather afraid it would,” I answered. “And yet I don’t know why it should be.”
“Perhaps Mrs. Fairfax would not care about it,” she continued, as we returned to the drawing-room together.
“Good gracious!” I remarked. “There is no Mrs. Fairfax. I am the most confirmed of old bachelors. I wonder you could not see that. Is not the word crustiness written plainly upon my forehead?”
“I am afraid I cannot see it,” she answered. “I am not quite certain who it was, but I fancy it was my uncle who informed me that you were married.”
“It was very kind of him,” I said. “But it certainly is not the case. I fear my wife would have rather a lonely time of it if it were. I am obliged to be away from home so much, you see, and for so long at a time.”
“Yours must be indeed a strange profession, Mr. Fairfax, if I may say so,” she continued. “Some time ago I came across an account, in a magazine, of your life, and the many famous cases in which you had taken part.”
“Ah! I remember the wretched thing,” I said. “I am sorry that you should ever have seen it.”
“And why should you be sorry?”
“Because it is a silly thing, and I have always regretted allowing the man to publish it. He certainly called upon me and asked me a lot of questions, after which he went away and wrote that article. Ever since then I have felt like a conceited60 ass19, who tried to make himself out more clever than he really was.”
“I don’t think you would do that,” she said. “But, if you will let me say so, yours must be a very trying life, and also an extremely dangerous one. I am afraid you must look upon human nature from a very strange point of view!”
“Not more strange probably than you do,” I answered.
“But you are continually seeing the saddest side of it. To you all the miseries61 that a life of crime entails62, are visible. The greater part of your time is spent among desperate men who are without hope, and to whom even their own shadows are a constant menace. I wonder that you still manage to retain your kind heart.”
“But how do you know that my heart is kind?” I inquired.
“If for no other reason, simply because you have taken up my uncle’s case,” she answered. “Do you think when he was so rude to you just now, that I could not see that you pitied him, and for that reason you forbore to take advantage of your power? I know you have a kind heart.”
“And you find it difficult to assimilate that kind heart with the remorseless detective of Public Life?”
“I find it difficult to recognize in you the man who, on a certain notable occasion, went into a thieves’ den25 in Chicago unaccompanied, and after a terrible struggle in which you nearly lost your life, succeeded in effecting the arrest of a notorious murderer.”
At that moment the gong in the hall sounded for lunch, and I was by no means sorry for the interruption. We found Kitwater and Codd awaiting our coming in the dining-room, and we thereupon sat down to the meal. When we left the room again, we sat in the garden and smoked, and later in the afternoon, my hostess conducted me over her estate, showed me her vineries, introduced me to her two sleek63 Jerseys64, who had their home in the meadow I had seen from the window; to her poultry65, pigs, and the pigeons who came fluttering about her, confident that they would come to no harm. Meanwhile her uncle had resumed his restless pacing up and down the path on which I had first seen him, Codd had returned to his archaeological studies, and I was alone with Miss Kitwater. We were standing alone together, I remember, at the gate that separated the garden from the meadowland. I knew as well as possible, indeed I had known it since we had met in the churchyard that morning, that she had something to say to me, something concerning which she had not quite made up her mind. What it was, however, I fancied I could hazard a very good guess, but I was determined66 not to forestall67 her, but to wait and let her broach68 it to me in her own way. This, I fancied, she was now about to do.
“Mr. Fairfax,” she began, resting her clasped hands upon the bar of the gate as she spoke, “I want, if you will allow me, to have a serious talk with you. I could not have a better opportunity than the present, and, such as it is, I want to make the best of it.”
“I am quite at your service, Miss Kitwater,” I replied, “and if I can be of any use to you I hope you will tell me. Pray let me know what I can do for you?”
“It is about my uncle and Mr. Codd that I want to speak to you,” she said, sinking her voice a little, as if she were afraid they might hear.
“And what about them?”
“I want to be loyal to them, and yet I want to know what you think of the whole affair,” she said, looking intently at me as she spoke. “Believe me, I have good and sufficient reasons for my request.”
“I am to tell exactly what I think about their pursuit of this man Hayle? And what chances of success I think they possess?” I said.
“I am not thinking so much of their success,” she returned, “as of the real nature of their case.”
“I believe I understand what is passing in your mind,” I said. “Indeed I should not be surprised if the suspicion you entertain is not the same as I have myself.”
“You have been suspicious then?”
“I could scarcely fail to be,” I replied.
“Perhaps you will tell me what you suspect?”
“Will you forgive me, in my turn, if I am abrupt69, or if I speak my mind a little too plainly?”
“You could not do that,” she answered with a sigh. “I want to know your exact thoughts, and then I shall be able to form my own conclusions.”
“Well,” I said, “before I begin, may I put one or two questions to you? You will, of course, remember that I had never seen or heard of your uncle and Mr. Codd until they stopped me on Ludgate Hill. They were and practically are strangers to me. I have heard their story of their treasure, but I have not heard what any one else has to say upon the subject.”
“I think I understand. Now what are your questions?”
“In the first place, did your late father ever speak to you of his brother as being a missionary in China?”
She shook her head, and from the look upon her face I could see that I had touched upon something painful. This, at least, was one of the things that had struck her as suspicious.
“If he were a missionary, I am quite sure my father did not know it,” she said. “In fact I always understood that he was somewhat of a scapegrace, and in consequence could never settle down to anything. That is your first, now what is your second question, Mr. Fairfax?”
I paused for a moment before I replied.
“My second partakes more of the nature of an assertion than a question,” I answered. “As I read it, you are more afraid of what may happen should the two men meet than anything else.”
“Yes, that is just what I am afraid of,” she replied. “My uncle’s temper is so violent, and his desire for revenge so absorbing, that I dare not think what would happen if he came into actual contact with Hayle. Now that I have replied to your questions, will you give me the answer I want? That is to say will you tell me what you think of the whole affair?”
“If you wish it, I will,” I said slowly. “You have promised to permit me to be candid70, and I am going to take advantage of that permission. In my own mind I do not believe the story they tell. I do not believe that they were ever missionaries71, though we have convincing proofs that they have been in the hands of the Chinese. That Hayle betrayed them I have not the least doubt, it seems consistent with his character, but where they obtained the jewels, that are practically the keystones to the whole affair, I have no more notion than you. They may have been honestly come by, or they may not. So far as the present case is concerned that fact is immaterial. There is still, however, one vital point we have to consider. If the gems72 in question belong equally to the three men, each is entitled to his proper share, either of the stones or of the amounts realized by the sale. That share, as you already know, would amount to a considerable sum of money. Your uncle, I take it, has not a penny-piece in the world, and his companion is in the same destitute73 condition. Now we will suppose that I find Hayle for them, and they meet. Does it not seem to you quite possible that your uncle’s rage might lead him to do something desperate, in order to revenge himself upon the other? But if he could command himself he would probably get his money? If, on the other hand, they do not meet, then what is to be done? Forgive me, Miss Kitwater, for prying74 into your private affairs, but in my opinion it is manifestly unfair that you should have to support these two men for the rest of their existences.”
“You surely must see that I would rather do that than let my father’s brother commit a crime,” she returned, more earnestly than she had yet spoken.
The position was decidedly an awkward one. It was some proof of the girl’s sterling76 qualities that she should be prepared to make such a sacrifice for the sake of a man whom it was certainly impossible to love, and for that reason even to respect. I looked at her with an admiration77 in my face that I did not attempt to conceal78. I said nothing by way of praise, however. It would have been an insult to her to have even hinted at such a thing.
“Pardon me,” I said at last, “but there is one thing that must be taken into consideration. Some day, Miss Kitwater, you may marry, and in that case your husband might not care about the arrangement you have made. Such things have happened before now.”
She blushed a rosy79 red and hesitated before she replied.
“I do not consider it very likely that I shall ever marry,” she answered. “And even if I did I should certainly not marry a man who would object to my doing what I consider to be my duty. And now that we have discussed all this, Mr. Fairfax, what do you think we had better do? I understood you to say to my uncle that you intend leaving for Paris to-morrow morning, in order to continue your search for the man Hayle. Supposing you find him, what will you do then?”
“In such a case,” I said slowly, looking at her all the time, “I should endeavour to get your uncle’s and Codd’s share of the treasure from him. If I am successful, then I shall let him go where he pleases.”
“And supposing you are unsuccessful in obtaining the money or the gems?”
“Then I must endeavour to think of some other way,” I replied, “but somehow I do not think I shall be unsuccessful.”
“Nor do I,” she answered, looking me full and fair in the face. “I fancy you know that I believe in you most implicitly80, Mr. Fairfax.”
“In that case, do you mind shaking hands upon it?” I said.
“I will do so with much pleasure,” she answered. “You cannot imagine what a weight you have lifted off my mind. I have been so depressed81 about it lately that I have scarcely known what to do. I have lain awake at night, turning it over and over in my mind, and trying to convince myself as to what was best to be done. Then my uncle told me you were coming down here, and I resolved to put the case before you as I have done and to ask your opinion.”
She gave me her little hand, and I took it and held it in my own. Then I released it and we strode back along the garden-path together without another word. The afternoon was well advanced by this time, and when we reached the summer-house, where Codd was still reading, we found that a little wicker tea-table had been brought out from the house and that chairs had been placed for us round it. To my thinking there is nothing that becomes a pretty woman more than the mere82 commonplace act of pouring out tea. It was certainly so in this case. When I looked at the white cloth upon the table, the heavy brass83 tray, and the silver jugs84 and teapot, and thought of my own cracked earthenware85 vessel86, then reposing87 in a cupboard in my office, and in which I brewed88 my cup of tea every afternoon, I smiled to myself. I felt that I should never use it again without recalling this meal. After that I wondered whether it would ever be my good fortune to sit in this garden again, and to sip89 my Orange Pekoe from the same dainty service. The thought that I might not do so was, strangely enough, an unpleasant one, and I put it from me with all promptness. During the meal, Kitwater scarcely uttered a word. We had exhausted90 the probabilities of the case long since, and I soon found that he could think or talk of nothing else. At six o’clock I prepared to make my adieux. My train left Bishopstowe for London at the half-hour, and I should just have time to walk the distance comfortably. To my delight my hostess decided75 to go to church, and said she would walk with me as far as the lych-gate. She accordingly left us and went into the house to make her toilet. As soon as she had gone Kitwater fumbled91 his way across to where I was sitting, and having discovered a chair beside me, seated himself in it.
“Mr. Fairfax,” said he, “I labour under the fear that you cannot understand my position. Can you realize what it is like to feel shut up in the dark, waiting and longing92 always for only one thing? Could you not let me come to Paris with you to-morrow?”
“Impossible,” I said. “It is out of the question. It could not be thought of for a moment!”
“But why not? I can see no difficulty in it?”
“If for no other reason because it would destroy any chance of my even getting on the scent93. I should be hampered94 at every turn.”
He heaved a heavy sigh.
“Blind! blind!” he said with despair in his voice. “But I know that I shall meet him some day, and when I do----”
His ferocity was the more terrible by reason of his affliction.
“Only wait, Mr. Kitwater,” I replied. “Wait, and if I can help you, you shall have your treasure back again. Will you then be satisfied?”
“Yes, I’ll be satisfied,” he answered, but with what struck me as almost reluctance95. “Yes, when I have my treasure back again I’ll be satisfied, and so will Codd. In the meantime I’ll wait here in the dark, the dark in which the days and nights are the same. Yes, I’ll wait and wait and wait.”
At that moment Miss Kitwater made her reappearance in the garden, and I rose to bid my clients farewell.
“Good-bye, Mr. Kitwater,” I said. “I’ll write immediately I reach Paris, and let you know how I am getting on.”
“You are very kind,” Kitwater answered, and Codd nodded his head.
My hostess and I then set off down the drive to the righ road which we followed towards the village. It was a perfect evening, and the sun was setting in the west in a mass of crimson96 and gold. At first we talked of various commonplace subjects, but it was not very long before we came back, as I knew we should do, to the one absorbing topic.
“There is another thing I want to set right with you, Miss Kitwater,” I said, as we paused upon the bridge to which I have elsewhere referred. “It is only a small matter. Somehow, however, I feel that I must settle it, before I can proceed further in the affair with any satisfaction to myself.”
She looked at me in surprise.
“What is it?” she asked, “I thought we had settled everything.”
“So far as I can see that is the only matter that remains,” I answered. “Yet it is sufficiently97 important to warrant my speaking to you about it. What I want to know is, who I am serving?”
“I don’t think I understand,” she said, drawing lines with her umbrella upon the stone coping of the bridge as she spoke.
“And yet my meaning is clear,” I returned. “What I want to be certain of is, whether I am serving you or your uncle?”
“I don’t think you are serving either of us,” she answered. “You are helping98 us to right a great wrong.”
“Forgive me, but that is merely trifling99 with words. I am going to be candid once more. You are paying the money, I believe?”
In some confusion she informed me that this certainly was the case.
“Very well, then, I am certainly your servant,” I said. “It is your interests I shall have to study.”
“I can trust them implicitly to you, I am sure, Mr. Fairfax,” she replied. “And now here we are at the church. If you walk quickly you will be just in time to catch your train. Let me thank you again for coming down to-day.”
“It has been a great pleasure to me,” I replied. “Perhaps when I return from Paris you will permit me to come down again to report progress?”
“We shall be very pleased to see you,” she answered. “Now, good-bye, and a pleasant journey to you!”
We shook hands and parted. As I passed along the road I watched her making her way along the avenue towards the church. There was need for me to shake my head.
“George Fairfax,” said I, “it would require very little of that young lady’s society to enable you to make a fool of yourself.”
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