The latter, according to agreement, had ridden up from his section of the railway, and was awaiting Philip when he returned home.
Philip gave them the history of the day,—this time frankly4, with all the signs and indications which he had so carefully kept from Joseph's knowledge. Both looked aghast; and Elwood bent5 an ivory paper-cutter so suddenly in his hands that it snapped in twain. He colored like a girl.
"It serves me right," he said. "Whenever my hands are idle, Satan finds mischief6 for 'em,—as the spelling-book says. But just so the people bend and twist Joseph Asten's character, and just so unexpectedly his life may snap in their hands!"
"May the omen7 be averted8!" Madeline cried. "Put down the pieces, Mr. Withers! You frighten me."
"No, it is reversed!" said Philip. "Just so Joseph's friends will snap this chain of circumstances. If you begin to be superstitious9, I must look out for other aids. The tracing of the poison is a more fortunate step than I hoped, at the start. I cannot at all guess to what it may lead, but there is a point beyond which even the most malignant10 fate has no further power over an innocent man. Thus far we have met nothing but hostile circumstances: there seems to be more than Chance in the game, and I have an idea that the finding of this paper will break the evil spell. Come now, Madeline, and you, Withers, give me your guesses as to what my discovery shall be to-morrow!"
After a pause, Madeline answered: "It must have been purchased—perhaps even by Mr. Asten—for rats or mice; and she may have swallowed the drug in a fit of passion."
"I think," said Elwood, "that she bought it for the purpose of poisoning Joseph! Then, may be, the glasses were changed, as I've heard tell of a man whose wife changed his coffee-cup because there was a fly in it, giving him hers, and thereby11 innocently killed him when he meant to ha' killed her."
"Ha!" Philip cried; "the most incredible things, apparently12, are sometimes the most natural! I had not thought of this explanation."
"O Philip!" said Madeline, "that would be a new horror! Pray, let us not think of it: indeed, indeed, we must not guess any more."
Philip strove to put the idea from his mind: he feared lest it might warp13 his judgment14 and mislead him in investigations15 which it required a cool, sharp intellect to prosecute16. But the idea would not stay away: it haunted him precisely17 on account of its enormity, and he rode again to Magnolia the next day with a foreboding sense of some tragic18 secret about to be revealed.
But he never could have anticipated the actual revelation.
There was no difficulty in finding Ziba Linthicum's Drug store. The proprietor19 was a lank20, thin-faced man, with projecting, near-sighted eyes, and an exceedingly prim21, pursed mouth. His words, uttered in the close, wiry twang peculiar22 to Southern Pennsylvania, seemed to give him a positive relish23: one could fancy that his mouth watered slightly as he spoke24. His long, lean lips had a settled smirk25 at the corner, and the skin was drawn26 so tightly over his broad, concave chin-bone that it shone, as if polished around the edges.
He was waiting upon a little girl when Philip entered; but he looked up from his scales, bowed, smiled, and said: "In a moment, if you please."
Philip leaned upon the glass case, apparently absorbed in the contemplation of the various soaps and perfumes under his eyes, but thinking only of the paper in his pocket-book.
"Something in this line, perhaps?"
Mr. Linthicum, with a still broader smile, began to enumerate27: "These are from the Society Hygiennick—"
"No," said Philip, "my business is especially private. I take it for granted that you have many little confidential29 matters intrusted to you."
"Oh, undoubtedly30, sir! Quite as much so as a physician."
"You are aware also that mistakes sometimes occur in making up prescriptions31, or in using them afterwards?"
"Not by me, I should hope. I keep a record of every dangerous ingredient which goes out of my hands."
"Ah!" Philip exclaimed. Then he paused, uncertain how much to confide28 to Mr. Linthicum's discretion32. But, on mentioning his name and residence, he found that both himself and Mr. Hopeton were known—and favorably, it seemed—to the apothecary33. He knew the class of men to which the latter belonged,—prim, fussy34, harmlessly vain persons, yet who take as good care of their consciences as of their cravats35 and shirt-bosoms. He produced the paper without further delay.
"That was bought here, certainly," said Mr. Linthicum. "The word 'Arsenic36' is written in my hand. The date when, and the person by whom it was purchased, must be in my register. Will you go over it with me?"
He took a volume from a drawer, and beginning at the last entry, they went slowly backward over the names, the apothecary saying: "This is confidential: I rely upon your seeing without remembering."
They had not gone back more than two or three weeks before Philip came upon a name that made his heart stand still. There was a record in a single line:—
"Miss Henderson. Arsenic."
He waited a few seconds, until he felt sure of his voice. Then he asked: "Do you happen to know Miss Henderson?"
"Not at all! A perfect stranger."
"Can you, perhaps, remember her appearance?"
"Let me see," said Mr. Linthicum, biting the end of his forefinger37; "that must have been the veiled lady. The date corresponds. Yes, I feel sure of it, as all the other poison customers are known to me."
"Pray describe her then!" Philip exclaimed.
"Really, I fear that I cannot. Dressed in black, I think; but I will not be positive. A soft, agreeable voice, I am sure."
"Was she alone? Or was any one else present?"
"Now I do recall one thing," the apothecary answered. "There was an agent of a wholesale38 city firm—a travelling agent, you understand—trying to persuade me into an order on his house. He stepped on one side as she came to the counter, and he perhaps saw her face more distinctly, for he laughed as she left, and said something about a handsome girl putting her lovers out of their misery39."
But Mr. Linthicum could remember neither the name of the agent nor that of the firm which he represented. All Philip's questioning elicited40 no further particulars, and he was obliged to be satisfied with the record of the day and probable hour of the purchase, and with the apothecary's promise of the strictest secrecy41.
He rode immediately home, and after a hasty consultation42 with Madeline, remounted his horse and set out to find Lucy Henderson. He was fortunate enough to meet her on the highway, on her way to call upon a neighbor. Springing from his horse he walked beside her, and announced his discovery at once.
Lucy remembered the day when she had accompanied Julia to Magnolia, during Joseph's absence from home. The time of the day, also, corresponded to that given by the apothecary.
"Did you visit the drug-store?" Philip asked.
"No," she answered, "and I did not know that Julia had. I paid two or three visits to acquaintances, while she did her shopping, as she told me."
"Then try and remember, not only the order of those visits, but the time occupied by each," said Philip. "Write to your friends, and ask them to refresh their memories. It has become an important point, for—the poison was purchased in your name!"
"Impossible!" Lucy cried. She gazed at Philip with such amazement43 that her innocence44 was then fixed45 in his mind, if it had not been so before.
"Yes, I say 'impossible!' too," he answered. "There is only one explanation. Julia Asten gave your name instead of her own when she purchased it."
"Oh!" Lucy's voice sounded like a hopeless personal protest against the collective falsehood and wickedness of the world.
"I have another chance to reach the truth," said Philip. "I shall find the stranger,—the travelling agent,—if it obliges me to summon every such agent of every wholesale drug-house in the city! It is at least a positive fortune that we have made this discovery now."
He looked at his watch. "I have just time to catch the evening train," he said, hurriedly, "but I should like to send a message to Elwood Withers. If you pass through that wood on the right, you will see the track just below you. It is not more than half a mile from here; and you are almost sure to find him at or near the unfinished tunnel. Tell him to see Rachel Miller46, and if anything further has been found, to inform my sister Madeline at once. That is all. I make no apology for imposing47 the service on you: good-by, and keep up your faith, Lucy!"
He pressed her hand, sprang into the saddle, and cantered briskly away.
Lucy, infected by his haste, crossed the field, struggled through the under-growth of the wild belt of wood, and descended48 to the railway track, without giving herself time to think. She met a workman near the mouth of the tunnel, and not daring to venture in, sent by him a summons to Elwood. It was not many minutes before he appeared.
"Something has happened, Lucy? he exclaimed.
"Philip thinks he has made a discovery," she answered, "and I come to you as his messenger." She then repeated Philip's words.
"Is that all?" Elwood asked, scanning her face anxiously. "You do not seem quite like your real self, Lucy."
She sat down upon the hank. "I am out of breath," she said; "I must have walked faster than I thought."
"Wait a minute!" said he. He ran up the track, to where a little side-glen crossed it, sprang down among the bushes, and presently reappeared with a tin cup full of cold, pure spring water.
The draught49 seemed to revive her at once. "It is not all, Elwood," she said. "Joseph is not the only one, now, who is implicated50 by the same circumstances."
"Who else?—not Philip Held!"
"No," she answered, very quietly, "it is a woman. Her name is Lucy Henderson."
Before Elwood could speak, she told him all that she had heard from Philip. He could scarcely bring his mind to accept its truth.
"Oh, the—" he began; "but, no! I will keep the words to myself. There is something deeper in this than any of us has yet looked for! Depend upon it, Lucy, she had a plan in getting you there!"
Lucy was silent. She fancied she knew Julia's plan already.
"Did she mean to poison Joseph herself, and throw the suspicion on you? And now by her own death, after all, she accomplishes her chief end! It is a hellish tangle51, whichever way I look; but they say that the truth will sooner or later put down any amount of lies, and so it must be, here. We must get at the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth! Do you not say so, Lucy?"
"Yes!" she answered firmly, looking him in the face.
"Ay, though all should come to light! We can't tell what it may be necessary to say. They may go to work and unravel52 Joseph's life, and yours, and mine, and hold up the stuff for everybody to look at. Well, let 'em! say I. If there are dark streaks53 in mine, I guess they'll look tolerably fair beside that one black heart. We're here alone, Lucy; there may not be a chance to say it soon again, so I'll say now, that if need comes to publish what I said to you one night a year ago,—to publish it for Joseph's sake, or your sake,—don't keep back a single word! The worst would be, some men or women might think me conceited54."
"No, Elwood!" she exclaimed: "that reproach would fall on me! You once offered me your help, and I—I fear I spurned55 it; but I will take it now. Nay56, I beg you to offer it to me again, and I will accept it with gratitude57!"
She rose, and stretched out her hand.
Elwood clasped it tenderly, held it a moment, and seemed about to speak. But although his lips parted, and there was a movement of the muscles of his throat, he did not utter a word. In another moment he turned, walked a few yards up the track, and then came back to her.
"No one could mistake you for Julia Asten," he said. "You are at least half a head taller than she was. Your voice is not at all the same: the apothecary will surely notice the difference! Then an alibi58, as they call it, can be proved."
"So Philip Held thought. But if my friends should not remember the exact time,—what should I then do?"
"Lucy, don't ask yourself the question now! It seems to me that the case stands this way: one evil woman has made a trap, fallen into it herself, and taken the secret of its make away with her. There is nothing more to be invented, and so we hold all that we gain. While we are mining, where's the counter-mining to come from? Who is to lie us out of our truth? There isn't much to stand on yet, I grant; but another step—the least little thing—may give us all the ground we want!"
He spoke so firmly and cheerily that Lucy's despondent59 feeling was charmed away. Besides, nothing could have touched her more than Elwood's heroic self-control. After the miserable60 revelation which Philip had made, it was unspeakably refreshing61 to be brought into contact with a nature so sound and sweet and strong. When he had led her by an easier path up the hill, and they had parted at the end of the lane leading to her father's house, she felt, as never before, the comfort of relying so wholly on a faithful man friend.
Elwood took his horse and rode to the Asten farm. Joseph's face brightened at his appearance, and they talked as of old, avoiding the dark year that lay between their past intimacy62 and its revival63. As in Philip's case, it was difficult to communicate secretly with Rachel Miller; but Elwood, with great patience, succeeded in looking his wish to speak with her, and uniting her efforts with his own. She adroitly64 turned the conversation upon a geological work which Joseph had been reading.
"I've been looking into the subject myself," Elwood said. "Would you let me see the book: it may be the thing I want."
"It is on the book-shelf in your bed-room, Joseph," Rachel remarked.
There was time enough for Elwood to declare his business, and for Rachel to answer: "Mr. Held said every scrap65, and it is but a scrap, with half a name on it. I found it behind and mostly under the lower drawer in the same box. I'll get it before you leave, and give it to you when we shake hands. Be careful, for he may make something out of it, after all. Tell him there isn't a stitch in a dress but I've examined, and a mortal work it was!"
It was late before Elwood could leave; nevertheless, he rode to Coventry Forge. The scrap of paper had been successfully transferred, and his pressing duty was to deliver it into the hands of Madeline Held. He found her anxiously waiting, in accordance with Philip's instructions.
When they looked at the paper, it seemed, truly, to be a worthless fragment. It had the character, also, of an apothecary's label, but the only letters remaining were those forming the end of the name, apparently —ers, and a short distance under them —Sts.
"Behind and mostly under the lower drawer of her jewel-case," said Madeline, musingly66. "I think I might guess how it came there. She had seen the label, which had probably been forgotten, and then, as she supposed, had snatched it away and destroyed it, without noticing that this piece, caught behind the drawer, had been torn off. But there is no evidence—and perhaps none can be had—that the paper contained poison."
"Can you make anything out of the letters?" Elwood asked.
"The 'Sts' certainly means 'Streets'—now I see! It is a corner house! This makes the place a little mare67 easy to be identified. If Philip cannot find it, I am sure a detective can. I will write to him at once."
"Then I'll wait and ride to the office with the letter," said Elwood.
Madeline rose, and commenced walking up and down the room: she appeared to be suddenly and unusually excited.
"I have a new suspicion," she said, at last. "Perhaps I am in too much of a hurry to make conjectures68, because Philip thinks I have a talent for it,—and yet, this grows upon me every minute! I hope—oh, I hope I am right!"
She spoke with so much energy that Elwood began to share her excitement without knowing its cause. She noticed the eager, waiting expression of his face.
"You must really pardon, me, Mr. Withers. I believe I was talking to myself rather than to you; I will not mention my fancy until Philip decides whether it is worth acting69 upon. There will be no harm if each of us finds a different clew, and follows it. Philip will hardly leave the city to-morrow. I shall not write, but go down with the first train in the morning!"
Elwood took his leave, feeling hopeful and yet very restless.
It was a long while before Madeline encountered Philip. He was busily employed in carrying out his plan of tracing the travelling agent,—not yet successful, but sanguine70 of success. He examined the scrap of paper which Madeline brought, listened to her reasons for the new suspicion which had crossed her mind, and compared them with the little evidence already collected.
"Do not let us depend too seriously on this," he then said; "there is about an even chance that you are right. We will keep it as an additional and independent test, but we dare not lose sight of the fact that the law will assume Joseph's guilt71, and we must establish his innocence, first of all. Nay, if we can simply prove that Julia, and not Lucy, purchased the poison, we shall save both! But, at the same time, I will try to find this —ers, who lives in a corner house, and I will have a talk with old Blessing72 this very evening."
"Why not go now?"
"Patience, you impetuous girl! I mean to take no step without working out every possible result in advance. If I were not here in the city, I would consult with Mr. Pinkerton before proceeding73 further. Now I shall take you to the train: you must return to Coventry, and watch and wait there."
When Philip called at the Blessing mansion74, in the evening, he found only Mrs. Blessing at home. She was rigid75 and dreary76 in her mourning, and her reception of him was almost repellant in its stiff formality.
"Mr. Blessing is absent," she explained, inviting77 Philip to a seat by a wave of her hand. "His own interests rendered a trip to the Oil Regions imperative78; it is a mental distraction79 which I do not grudge80 him. This is a cheerless household, sir,—one daughter gone forever, and another about to leave us. How does Mr. Asten bear his loss?"
Philip thereupon, as briefly81 and forcibly as possible, related all that had occurred. "I wish to consult Mr. Blessing," he concluded, "in relation to the possibility of his being able to furnish any testimony82 on his son-in-law's side. Perhaps you, also—"
"No!" she interrupted. "I know nothing whatever! If the trial (which I think most unnecessary and shocking) gets into the city papers, it will be a terrible scandal for us. When will it come on, did you say?"
"In two or three weeks"
"There will be barely time!" she cried.
"For that reason," said he, "I wish to secure the evidence at once. All the preparations for the defence must be completed within that time."
"Clementina," Mrs. Blessing continued, without heeding83 his words, "will be married about the first of October. Mr. Spelter has been desirous of making a bridal tour in Europe. She did not favor the plan; but it seems to me like an inter-position of Heaven!"
Philip rose, too disgusted to speak. He bowed in silence, and left the house.
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