"She is still in that dull house," said Marsh-Carr gloomily, "although I think she is tired of it and wants to go to her own country. But she refuses to go all the same."
"What is her reason?" asked Herrick sharply.
"I can't get it out of her. She says my mother left a message with her."
"For you, I suppose? Well why doesn't she deliver it and get away."
"The message is for you Herrick."
Dr. Jim stared. "For me!" he cried. "Why, what possible message can your poor mother have left for me?"
"I really do not know," replied Stephen indifferently, "you had better see Petronella and ask her. She is looking very ill and if she stays much longer in that damp house she will die."
"All right," replied Herrick coolly, "I'll look her up some time. I daresay the message is only one asking me to look after you."
So Dr. Jim said, but in his heart he was wondering if the dead woman had left behind her any confession5 of her crime. She might have done so. Yet if she had poisoned herself to escape the consequences, it would have been foolish of her to incriminate herself. Herrick resolved to see Petronella at the first opportunity and learn what it was that she had to tell him. If there were any really important message it was strange that the old Italian had not delivered it long ago. He had seen her frequently and there had been ample opportunity for her to fulfil her mistress' dying wish. However Herrick put this out of his mind for the moment and turned his attention to Stephen. "You are not looking well Steve," he said gravely, "your face is white, you have dark rings round your eyes, and a haggard look as though you had not slept all night."
"I am not yet quite myself," said Marsh-Carr in a far more irritable6 tone than Herrick had ever heard him use before.
"I can see that, and being someone else has not improved your temper. I hope I have not offended you by going to town Steve?"
"Certainly not. How can you think so?"
"Well," said Dr. Jim looking at him, "it struck me that you have been trying to avoid me lately. If you are tired of me Steve, you need only say so, and I'll pack up and go."
"No, I'm hanged if you will," said the Squire vigorously. "I can't do without you. I have been worried a trifle and it has told on my present state of health. I'll be all right in a day or so."
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
"No. It is a private matter, and concerns myself only."
In the face of this intimation Herrick could not press his inquiries7 and began to speak on other subjects, Stephen replying more or less absently. As soon as he could he withdrew to his own room, saying he wanted to lie down. Herrick did not seek to detain him, but shook his head. "Something is wrong and he won't tell me what it is," he thought, "I wonder if Santiago has been tampering8 with him in any way. Perhaps Bess may know the reason for this change. I'll see her at once."
But the extraordinary thing was that he found Bess changed also. He had left her bright and merry, anxious to probe the secret of Colonel Carr's death. He returned to find her nervous, ill at ease, and disinclined to continue her detective investigations9.
"I don't think we shall arrive at anything," she said when Herrick pressed her. "I spoke10 to Inspector11 Bridge and he can do nothing. He is a professional, and if he fails, how can we hope to succeed?"
"Inspector Bridge is a conceited12 ass13," replied Dr. Jim gravely. "He knows absolutely nothing. I know more than he does."
"Did you see the Mexican and Mr. Joyce?" asked Bess.
"I saw them and I spoke to them, and I have found out something which I need not tell you just now. It would be useless to do so. I must search out the matter for myself, and when I succeed you shall know."
Bess sighed. "I do not mind in the least," she said mournfully. "I have ceased to take an interest in the matter. If Frisco did not kill Colonel Carr I do not know who did."
"Humph! You are changeable, like all women," said Dr. Jim rather puzzled by her attitude, yet never guessing its cause. "By the way, did you find out anything about that pistol?"
"Yes." Bess thought she might as well tell him, as he would certainly learn the truth sooner or later from Bridge. "The bullet fits the barrel.
"I thought so," said Jim. "It is the weapon which was used."
"Yes," answered Bess; then after a pause. "I made another discovery."
"Oh, you did? And about what, my dear?"
"The bullet which was used. It is of silver."
"Of silver? What do you mean? Isn't it lead?"
Bess laughed rather irritably14. "If it was of lead how could it be silver?" she asked and then went on to tell how the jeweller had examined the missile. "Isn't it curious?" she said.
Herrick nodded absently. His eyes were fixed15 on the ground and he was trying to think of the reason Mrs. Marsh could have had for using so expensive a bullet. Certainly the weapon was old-fashioned and she would have to manufacture the bullets for herself. But why use silver in preference to lead, or pewter? In an ordinary household the supply of the last two metals was likely to be more plentiful16 than the first. This was a problem, but one of so trifling17 a nature that Herrick dismissed it almost immediately. He turned his attention to Bess.
"What have you and Stephen been doing with yourselves?" he asked.
Bess started violently and changed colour at once. "Nothing Jim," she said stiffly, "why do you ask?"
"Well, you both look ill. Stephen is avoiding me, and you are as silent as an owl18."
"Not so stupid I hope," said Bess with a laugh. At this moment Ida entered the room, and nothing more was said. But Ida also complained of Stephen's health. "I wish you would make him stay in bed Dr. Jim," she said, "I am certain that he has got up too soon and is not strong enough to go about. Look how pale he is, and silent. I can't get a word out of him."
Herrick nodded. "I am not pleased myself Ida. This comes of my running away to Town. I'll exert my authority."
He spoke to Stephen and urged him to lie up for a few days. The young man obeyed meekly19 enough, and this very meekness20 made Herrick uneasy. He would rather that Stephen had shown fight. But the Squire remained in bed, took what was given him, and hardly ever opened his mouth. Ida was in despair; Herrick was puzzled, and the two met to discuss the situation.
"When did he change like this?" asked Dr. Jim.
"I think it was the day after you left," replied Ida tearfully, "I went to Beorminster to see Flo, and left him quite bright. When I met him again, he was dull, and quiet, and white. Yet Bess was with him while I was away, so he should not have missed me so much."
"Oh!" said Jim with sudden interest, "so Bess was with him, was she? H'm! It strikes me that Bess herself is not so bright as she might be."
"Indeed you are right there," said Miss Endicotte, "she is sad and silent just like Stephen. Or else she is so gay that I think she is too excited. She cries for the least thing, and laughs without any cause."
"Humph! Sounds like hysteria to me. Yet Bess is not given that way."
"Of course not," said Ida repelling21 the suggestion hastily, "she is a strong, healthy, sensible girl and above such weakness. But as you say she and Stephen have both changed. I think," here Ida hesitated and looked down. It amazed Herrick when she looked up to see that her eyes were filled with tears. He could not understand it all.
"My dear girl what is the matter?" he exclaimed irritably, "are you ill also. The devil has broken loose here since my departure."
"I--I--can't--help it," sobbed22 Ida, "I thought that Bess and Stephen might--might like one another."
"Of course they do Ida. Why shouldn't they?"
"You don't understand what I mean. I wonder if they were in love with one another and regret their engagements."
Herrick burst into such a hearty23 fit of laughter that she was cheered. "I never heard such nonsense in my life!" he said. "Where is your women's wit Ida? Why, Bess loves me devotedly24 I am certain. As for Stephen, he adores the very ground you walk on. No! It's not that my dear girl."
"Then what can it be?" asked Ida drying her tears.
"I shall question Bess until I find out," said Herrick grimly. "You have no idea how I can torture people with cross examination."
True to his idea, Dr. Jim sought out Bess. He came across her in the Pine wood beside the fairy circle. Her eyes were cast on the ground and she looked despondent25. When she saw Herrick she made as if to go away.
Dr. Jim felt wounded. "Bess! Don't you want to see me."
"Of course I do," she said brightly, "only, I'm not very well."
"Neither is Stephen," said Dr. Jim, and he saw by her start that the remark made her nervous. "Have you two quarrelled?"
"No! we have not; we are great friends."
"Are you in love with one another then?"
Bess grew crimson26 and stamped. "How dare you say such a thing as that even in jest?" she said. "What would Ida say if she heard it."
"It was Ida's own idea," replied Herrick with a smile, "seeing you two so glum27, she fancied that you regretted your engagements and wanted to marry one another. Just say if this is the case Bess and Ida and I will console each other! That would be only fair, you know!"
The first smile that Herrick had seen on her face since his return dimpled the cheek of Bess. "I never heard such nonsense. I like Stephen, but you are the man I love. You stupid Jim; you know that!"
"I am not quite sure if I do," said Jim gravely; "in love there should be complete confidence."
"Surely there is, between us," said Bess nervously28.
"You can't look me in the face and repeat that."
Bess made the attempt, and failed. "It is nothing!" she said obstinately29.
"There _is_ something however," said Dr. Jim sternly, "you and Stephen have some secret between you which is making you both ill. What is it?"
"I can't tell you Jim."
"Then there _is_ a secret?"
"I won't be questioned like this!" cried Bess with angry evasion30.
Herrick took her by the arm and forced her to look into his face. "My dear girl," he said, "I am to be your husband, and you must obey and consult me in all things. If you are playing with fire, I must know. Do you not trust me Bess?"
"Yes. But the secret is not my own."
"In that case I won't press you for an explanation," he said relaxing his grip, "you are a foolish girl to have any secrets from one who loves you. But I suppose you have given your word not to tell?"
"Yes. I cannot break my word."
Herrick nodded. "I do not ask you to. The secret of Stephen shall be respected. I do not even ask you if it has to do with the murder of his uncle. There is no need to ask."
Bess looked at him irresolutely31, her face scarlet33. Then without a word she went slowly away. Herrick looked after her and nodded to himself. "I believe she has found out something about Mrs. Marsh, and has told Stephen; that would account for their melancholy34 and for the secret which she says exists between them. I shall ask Stephen."
That same afternoon Herrick went back to "The Pines" and into the bedroom of Marsh-Carr. The young man was lying staring at the ceiling. He seemed listless and worn-out. When Jim entered he turned his face towards the wall so as to avoid his friend's eyes. Herrick pretended to take no notice although he was cut to the heart by the avoidance of his gaze. He was very fond of Stephen, and mourned over this thing which had come between them. However it was necessary to take extreme measures if the situation was to be improved.
"Steve," said Herrick formulating35 a plan, "I can't eat alone any longer, you must come down to dinner to-night."
"I can't," said Stephen in a muffled36 tone, "I am too ill."
"I know you are. Life and brightness and my society are what you need. I was wrong to send you to bed. As your doctor I now order you to get up."
Stephen turned sulky. "I don't want to."
"You do not know what is good for you my friend," said Herrick coolly, "I shall expect to find you dressed and down to dinner at eight. After a good meal you will be more like your old self."
In this way after much coaxing37, scolding, ordering and threatening Jim got the young man to get up and dress. Marsh-Carr did so reluctantly enough, for he was desperately38 afraid of betraying the secret he had told Bess, to the sharp eyes of Herrick. However he was really tired himself of being alone. This seclusion39 could not be kept up for ever, and it was as well to make a beginning and get back into the old routine. He therefore dressed with some care after a bath, and came down into the drawing-room looking much better. Herrick was standing40 on the hearth-rug, big and masterful. "Here you are at last," he said, "just in time for a glass of sherry."
Stephen protested, but Herrick insisted. "You want something to make you eat after being in bed all day. This sherry and bitters will do for a medicine. I want you to eat and drink well to-night Steve. You must get colour into your cheek and fire into your eye. What will Ida say if I attend to you so badly?"
Stephen drank the sherry and felt better. Then they went to eat a capital dinner and Dr. Jim saw that his friend tasted every dish. He also made him drink champagne41, and talked the whole time in a lively way that was' infectious. By the time dinner was over Stephen felt positively42 happy. Then came cigars, coffee, and cognac, in the library.
"Now Steve, don't you feel better?" said Herrick when they were seated vis-à-vis beside a blazing fire.
"Yes," replied the Squire and looking round the gorgeously-coloured room, at the evidence of wealth and luxury spread out on every hand. "I feel immensely better. I suppose I shall pick up soon."
"If you follow the advice I shall leave with you, I think you will," said Herrick with intention and stared at the fire.
"What do you mean Jim? You don't intend to--"
"Ah, but I do though Steve. I cannot stay with anyone who does not trust me wholly. I want to be your friend. Your step-mother asked me to look after you. I promised to do what I could, but unless you give me your unreserved confidence, it is useless for me to remain."
Stephen rose agitated43 and began to pace the room. "I trust you in every way Jim; you know I do."
"I know nothing of the sort Steve. You trust Bess though."
"Ah! She has told you?" cried Marsh-Carr angrily.
"No! she has told me nothing. But I am not a fool Steve and I have eyes in my head. I saw that she was as sad as you, and by putting two and two together I became certain that there was something between you to make both sad. Bess would not tell me anything, nor did I ask her. She is a loyal little woman. Still from her manner I guessed there was a secret. I am certain," added Herrick looking steadily44 at his friend, "that such a secret can only have to do with the death of your uncle. Now, as I am looking after this case you must tell me what you know. If you do not, I shall throw up the matter and leave you. I must be trusted all in all, or not at all, my friend."
While Herrick was speaking Stephen had sat down. He changed from red to white from white to red again and his breathing became short and hard. He saw that Herrick was in earnest, and that he would either have to tell or lose his friend. In a tumult45 of anxiety he rose again and began to pace the room. "You put me to a hard test," he cried.
"Perhaps I do," replied Dr. Jim calmly, "but it is to prove your friendship and your manhood. Tell me the truth."
"You will despise me if I do," said Marsh-Carr thoughtlessly and regretted the words almost as soon as they had left his mouth.
Herrick appeared unmoved although he was inwardly surprised. "I do not think anything you could say or do would make me despise you," he said in his calmest tone. "I know you too well to think you would do anything dishonourable. Come what is it?"
But Stephen still remained silent, his eyes on the ground, He was debating whether he would go on or not. Herrick saw his hesitation46 and guessed its cause. "You have got over the worst now," he said soothingly47. "Come along, Steve. Sit down and tell me."
"No," replied Stephen hoarsely48, "I prefer to stand up." Then suddenly. "It was I who fired those three shots into the body of my uncle."
"Was it?" said Herrick quietly. "And why did you do that."
"Because I was mad at the time?"
"Had you not better tell me the whole affair? Then I shall be in a position to judge of your madness."
Stephen was amazed at the calm way in which his friend took the intelligence. However he had gone so far that there was nothing left to do but to confess all as he had confessed to Bess. In a hurried manner the young man repeated the tale, and informed Herrick how Bess had found out the truth by means of the revolver. "And now you must despise me" was his final remark. He sunk into his chair with a groan49.
Herrick paused for a moment to think. Then he carefully lighted his pipe. "I do not despise you by any manner of means," he said calmly, "but I must admit that I think you are quixotic."
The word--to Stephen's mind was so inapplicable to the situation that he looked up astonished, scarcely believing his ears. "Quixotic!" he repeated. "I do not quite see."
"Well," said Herrick nodding, "you see Mrs. Marsh is dead, so no harm can be done to her. It is good of you to screen her memory--"
"Stop! Stop! What do you mean Herrick?" cried the Squire much agitated.
"I mean that you have taken this guilt50 on your head to screen your step-mother's memory."
Stephen paused. Then he looked up resolutely32. "Yes," he said, "I may tell you, if I tell no one else. It was my mother who fired those shots. Bess found out about my pistol which my mother used, so I took the blame on myself."
"You chivalrous51 ass!" said Herrick with a growl52, "and you've been fretting53 over this? Why didn't you save time by telling me before?"
"I thought--I thought--"
"Never mind what you thought. After you came to seek your mother at the rectory, and did not find her, what did you do?"
Stephen stared. "How do you know that I did not find her there?" he asked.
"I know more than you think. Tell me all that you saw?"
"I saw nothing," replied Stephen. "Corn said that my mother had gone to the Carr Arms. I could not find her there. I fancied in one of her rages, she might have gone up to 'The Pines.' I went there but saw nothing. Then I came back to the Carr Arms and found my mother. She said I had missed her. I thought she spoke the truth. I never questioned her even after I heard of Carr's death. It never entered my head that she had killed the man."
"Then how did you guess?"
"It came into my head like a flash when Bess said that my revolver was empty in three chambers54. I was certain that when I put it away the whole six were loaded. Even as Bess spoke it entered my mind that my mother must have taken the revolver, and have gone up after she left the rectory a second time, to threaten the Colonel. She must have found him dead and then have fired the three shots into his body. Then she replaced the revolver. I never thought of looking at it. It was brought here along with some other things and it was only when Bess--"
"I see," nodded Dr. Jim, "now look here Steve, had your mother another pistol--an old-fashioned horse pistol?"
"No, I am sure she had not. At least, I never saw her with one. It was with such a pistol that Carr was shot. Good heavens Herrick, you do not mean to say that my mother killed the man."
"Well; I have heard your account and I have heard the account of Corn. I do not know how to reconcile the two."
"Corn--Corn the rector? What has he to do with it?"
"A good deal. So have Joyce and Santiago and others. See here Steve, I have been searching for evidence in this case for a long time. To spare you I said nothing, but now that your step-mother has been brought into the matter it is but right you should know. Sit down. I will tell you a long and interesting story."
Rather dazed, Stephen did as he was told. Then Dr. Jim related all that he had learned, bringing the narrative55 down to the end of his interview with the Revd. Pentland Corn. "Now what do you think?" he asked when the whole story was told.
"I do not know what to think. My mother--I can't believe that she would--would."
"It does seem strange," said Herrick, "but I tell you what. It is my opinion that this message Petronella will deliver, will tell the truth."
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