She had ceased to cry out, and was staring at him with glittering eyes. At the same time she appeared to be listening intently. Far off could be heard the sound of approaching footsteps echoing along the pavement. Evidently a policeman, summoned by Mrs. Gilroy's shriek8, was hurrying to see what was the matter. As the door had been left open he would know where to enter. These thoughts flashed through Mrs. Gilroy's mind as she stared at the pale young man. Also there were sounds in the lower parts of the house hinting that the servants had been aroused. A distant clock struck the three quarters, and even at that terrible moment Bernard remembered that in his vague wanderings after the boy he had been forty-five minutes getting to Crimea Square. And Mrs. Gilroy still looked.
"What do you know of this?" repeated Gore, wondering at her silence.
She gave a gasp9. "He is dead," said Mrs. Gilroy. "I wonder if he died hard. He was a strong old man."
Wondering more than ever at this strange speech, Bernard felt the pulse and the heart of his grandfather. There was no doubt that life was extinct, although it could not have been so long. The skin was still warm to the touch, but that might have been because the room was heated. Also, the dead man was seated close to the fire. "How terrible!" muttered Bernard, whose emotions were not yet under control. "I must get help."
He turned to go, but the housekeeper, suddenly becoming endowed with life, flung herself in his path. "No!" she said harshly. "Don't seek help if you value your life."
"What do you mean?" asked Gore, striving to shake off the hand she laid on his sleeve. "The servants are up—a policeman is evidently coming along. Hark! he is entering the hall. I must—"
"You go to the gallow," muttered Mrs. Gilroy clinging to him.
"I!" the perspiration10 burst out on Bernard's forehead, and he started back. "Are you mad?"
"You are, you are," went on the housekeeper, hurriedly, "you fool! It is known that your grandfather disinherited you, and—"
"You know I did not commit this crime."
"I know nothing. I—I" Mrs. Gilroy put her hand to her head. "It's the only way—the only way," she whispered to herself. "You killed him, you strangled him. I swear to it—I swear to it! Help!" she raised her voice to scream. "Help!"
But Mrs. Gilroy still clung with a force for which he would not have given her credit. Shrieking12 aloud she was dragged by the startled young man into the passage and towards the landing. Below, in the hall, the door of which was open, the cook and the housemaid were embracing a burly policeman, and terrified small page was looking up the stairs. On the vision of this alarmed group reeled Mrs. Gilroy, clinging and shrieking to Bernard—"Help me—help me! He will escape!" The policeman blew a shrill14 whistle and said a sharp word to the page, who scampered15 out of the door for dear life. The cook and housemaid receded16 towards the back of the hall as Bernard, dragging Mrs. Gilroy after him, flung himself down the stairs. He saw now that his position was dangerous, but his wits were so bewildered that he hardly knew what he was doing. As he reached the foot of the stair the policeman caught him by the coat. "I arrest you in the King's name," said the officer, promptly17.
"Yes, yes! for murder—murder!" cried Mrs. Gilroy, breathlessly.
"Sir Simon Gore. This is his grandson. He has strangled him."
"It's a lie—a lie!" cried Bernard, very pale. "I did not enter—"
"Anything you say now will be used in evidence against you," said the policeman. "Come up the stairs, we must see this corpse20. A titled man, too, and your grandfather—you audacious scoundrel!" and he shook the wretched young man.
"I tell you I am innocent," said Bernard, his lips dry and his face pale. "I came here—"
"To kill Sir Simon. Jane," cried Mrs. Gilroy, turning to the housemaid. "Don't you see who it is?"
Jane staggered forward supported by the cook. "Lor'," she gasped21 in terror, "it's Bernard. Whatever did you—"
"You know him, then?" asked the officer.
"Yes! he's been making love and visiting me for the last week?"
"I thought so," cried Mrs. Gilroy, triumphantly22. "Cook."
"I know him too," said the cook, keeping well out of the way. "It's the young soldier as courts Jane. Bernard's his name."
"I was never in this house before," said Gore, quite unnerved.
"Is your name Bernard?" asked the policeman.
"Yes! but—"
"Then you are guilty."
"He is—he is!" cried the housemaid. "He was here this evening, but went away at six. Sir Simon said he would see him after ten. Oh, Bernard, how could you!" sobbed23 Jane. "To think I should have took up with a man as 'ull be put in the Chamber24 of Horrors."
"Policeman, let me go," said Gore, firmly. "There is some mistake."
"Mrs. Gilroy," cried the young man, overwhelmed with horror, "you know I am innocent."
"No," she said fiercely, and with her eyes on his face. "You came to see Sir Simon after ten. I let you in myself. I waited below while you spoke27 with Sir Simon, and you left fifteen minutes ago. I went upstairs to see my master. He was dead—strangled. I ran out calling murder, and you were almost on the doorstep."
"I had only just come."
"Come back, you mean," said the officer.
"To see if poor master was dead," shrieked the cook.
"Oh, Bernard—Bernard!" sobbed Jane, "how could you kill him! Lor'! that I should have kissed a murderer."
"Hark!" said Mrs. Gilroy, raising her hand, "footsteps. The other police are coming. Take him away to jail, officer."
"This is a trick—a trap!" cried Bernard, struggling to get free. "I never was in the house before—"
"Someone like me has, but not me. Look well, girl. Am I the man?"
"Bring him under the lamp, policeman," said Jane, hesitating.
"No!" said Mrs. Gilroy, pushing the housemaid back, "there is no time. Here are the police. We must go upstairs and see Sir Simon. Miss Randolph is at the theatre with Mr. Beryl. Ah—hark!"
There was a sound of approaching wheels, and a moment afterwards a carriage drove up. Out of it stepped Lucy and Julius. They entered the hall and looked amazed, as they well might, on seeing Bernard in the grip of the policeman, and the alarmed women around him.
"What's this?" asked Julius.
"Bernard," cried Lucy, running forward, "what have you done?"
"Murdered his grandfather, miss," said the policeman.
Lucy uttered a wild shriek and sprang up the stairs, followed by the cook and housemaid. But Mrs. Gilroy still held her ground and caught hold of Beryl's arm. "Keep him fast, sir," she said savagely29. "He came this night and murdered the master."
"Julius, it is a lie!"
"I hope so," said Beryl, who looked pale and startled; "but you know you quarrelled with my uncle."
"Ah, did he?" said the policeman, and felt for his pocket-book. In doing so, he slightly relaxed his grip, and Bernard was quick to take advantage of the chance. Had he but reflected for a moment, he would have stood his ground and have faced the worst; but with the accusing face of Mrs. Gilroy before him, and a memory of the housemaid's evidence and Beryl's enmity, he decided30 hastily to fly. In a moment he laid the policeman flat on his back by a quick wrestling trick, and darted31 out into the street. Mrs. Gilroy ran to the door shrieking murder, and the word was heard by three or four policemen who were tramping hurriedly along in the wake of the breathless page. At once they realized the situation, and plunged32 into the fog after the flying form of the soldier. The page followed also, but speedily returned with the news that the fugitive34 was running towards High Street.
"He's bound to be caught," said Mrs. Gilroy.
"I hope not," said Beryl, who was standing35 in the hall much disturbed. "After all, he is my cousin."
"And a murderer," added the housekeeper. "Wait here, policeman."
"The others are after him," said Julius, drawing him back. "You can't follow in the fog. It's thicker than ever. Mrs. Webber."
"Oh, what's the matter?" asked a trembling voice, and a white face appeared at the window of the carriage which stood at the door. "Mr. Beryl!"
"Sir Simon has been murdered by his grandson," said Julius, running down the steps and speaking quietly.
Mrs. Webber threw herself back into the carriage and shrieked, "Oh, horrible! Drive away—drive away."
"No! no!" said Beryl, anxiously. "Lucy is upstairs with the corpse. Come and take her away. She can't remain here."
"Yes, I know," said Mrs. Webber, recovering from her momentary38 alarm, and getting hastily out of the carriage. "James, where is Francis?"
"He's gone off after the murderer, mum," said James, touching39 his hat; "but for the 'orses I'd have gone also."
"Wait—wait," said Mrs. Webber, hurrying up the steps. "How terrible—poor Sir Simon. Where is the body?" she asked, shuddering40.
"In the sitting-room41 on the first floor," said Mrs. Gilroy.
"Where the red light is?" asked the lady.
"There is no red light," said Mrs. Gilroy.
"The red light," said Julius, starting. "I wonder"—he hurried outside and looked up to the dark front of the house. "There's no red light, Mrs. Webber," he called out.
"I knew there wasn't," cried Mrs. Gilroy, sitting down, evidently exhausted43. "You must be mistaken, ma'am."
Mrs. Webber ran out also. "I am not mistaken. Why"—she stared up also—"there is none. Yet I am sure—I'll ask Lucy," and she ran into the house again. "Come and show me where the poor man is."
This was to Mrs. Gilroy, who rose slowly and walked heavily up the stairs. "Are you in pain, Mrs. Gilroy?" asked Julius, who followed.
"Yes," she muttered, pressing her hand to her side. "Mr. Gore gave me a wrench44 when I struggled with him. My poor master," and sighing heavily, she panted up the stair.
In the room, Lucy was kneeling beside the dead, with the tears streaming down her cheeks and holding the limp hand. "How terrible it is!" she sobbed. "He was so well and bright when I left to go to the theatre, and now"—she broke down. Julius supported her to the sofa and strove to calm her.
"It is terrible," he said soothingly45. "I think you had better go back with Mrs. Webber."
"No!" she said, drying her eyes. "I will wait here."
"Yes, do, miss," chorussed the cook and the housemaid, who were both in a state of wild alarm.
"Nothing of the sort," said Mrs. Webber, laying her hand on the girl's shoulder. "Come home with me, dear."
Mrs. Webber was a small, dark, stern-looking little woman with a high color, although her face was very white at the present awful moment. She was possessed46 of considerable determination, as could be seen from her firm mouth. But Lucy, in spite of her youth and the crushing to which she had been subjected by Sir Simon, had the stronger will, and positively47 refused to leave the house.
"He was my only friend," she said, rising, "and I won't go away."
"You can do nothing, dear," said Julius, quickly.
"I can help the nurse with the body," she answered. "Don't say another word, Julius. My post is here. Send for someone at once to lay out the body, unless you—" She looked at Jane and the cook.
These cowards shrieked simultaneously48, and with one accord fled to the lower regions, where they sat up for the rest of the night drinking strong tea, and discussing the tragic49 event with the gusto peculiar50 to their class. The policeman joined them here later, and asked after the courting of Jane.
Meantime Mrs. Webber, finding all remonstrance51 [pg 73]vain, had departed. Mrs. Gilroy remained alone with the dead body, and Julius, leading Lucy to another room, answered the inquiries52 of an inspector53 who had appeared on the scene. He noted54 all replies made, and explained that the fugitive had not yet been caught. "And I don't know if he will be," added Inspector Groom55, shrugging his shoulders; "the fog is thick."
"And Bernard is very quick," said Lucy, sipping56 a glass of wine which she sorely needed. "Oh, I hope he'll get away!"
"Very natural," said Groom, nodding. "You don't want the scandal."
"I don't want Bernard hanged," said Miss Randolph.
"Ah! Then you think he is guilty."
"Mrs. Gilroy says he is," answered the girl, sobbing57, "and I know Bernard was on bad terms with Sir Simon. Julius, perhaps after all Bernard may be innocent."
"I hope so," said Beryl, dubiously58; "but according to Jane, Bernard has been hanging round the house for the last fortnight, and——"
"Ah!" said Groom, sharply, "hanging round the house, eh? I must speak to Jane. Who is she?"
"The housemaid. Bernard has been making love to her."
"I don't believe that is true," said Lucy.
"Young gentlemen do take strange fancies sometimes," said Groom, "and some housemaids are pretty."
Lucy's lip curled. "Jane is not pretty," said she, decidedly, "and Bernard is far too fastidious a man to lower himself in that way."
"Well, the long and the short of it is, that he has been hanging round the house," put in Beryl, biting his fingers impatiently. "Probably he came here this evening, and saw Sir Simon in answer to the signal of the Red Window."
"The Red Window!" echoed Lucy.
"Yes. You told me about the signal this evening."
"But I did not place a lamp in any window, and there is no Red Window here. Had I done that to attract Bernard, I should have told you."
"I don't think you would," said Beryl, with a significant expression; "but the fact remains59, Mrs. Webber saw the Red Window."
"You did not."
"No. But a piece of red stuff may have been used to make the light, and then removed."
"Mrs. Gilroy may know about it."
But Mrs. Gilroy, when questioned, did not. She never knew anything about a red light. Sir Simon had expressed the wish to see the soldier, and had sent down to the kitchen before six. "He was then having tea with Jane."
"Did you see him?" asked the inspector.
"No. Had I done so I should have recognized him. But he always got out of the place when he heard me coming. Once he was concealed60 in a cupboard. On receiving Sir Simon's message sent by the page, he left the house——"
"Yes," interrupted Lucy. "I remember the message being brought back."
"And then he came after ten," went on Mrs. Gilroy. "I opened the door to him. He asked to see his grandfather."
"He was this man, then?" asked Groom.
"Mr. Bernard Gore? Yes, he was. He went to [pg 75]see the old gentleman, and I waited below. Then he left the house——"
"Did you let him out?"
"No. He went away quickly. Wondering at the length of the interview, I ran up the stairs and found Sir Simon dead. I came out at once, and found Mr. Gore almost on the doorstep——"
"Mr. Gore?" asked the inspector, looking up.
"Yes. Mr. Bernard Gore, the grandson of Sir Simon."
"And my cousin," said Julius. "You say he was at the door?"
"He was, Mr. Beryl. I made him come up the stairs and"—she made a gesture—"you know the rest."
Groom put the housekeeper through a thorough examination, and noted down her replies. She told a consistent story. Then he questioned Julius and Lucy regarding the quarrel between the deceased and his grandson. Finally he proceeded to the kitchen and questioned the servants. The result of these inquiries was that Inspector Groom left the house—with a policeman in charge—firmly persuaded of Bernard's guilt5. All the evidence pointed61 to his committal of the crime. Groom was not ill-pleased. He thought he had secured a case likely to cause a sensation, and to prove remunerative62 to himself.
While the rope to hang the unfortunate young man was being woven, the outcast—for he was nothing else now—was racing13 through the fog. After the first plunge33 into the gray mist, he succeeded in shaking off the officers—all save one. This was a young fellow, quick on his legs. He followed Bernard towards the High Street, as had been reported by the page, who had seen the two dark forms shooting past him. Only a yard or two lay between pursued and pursuer, and Gore, in spite of all his efforts, could not increase the distance. But he was determined63 not to be taken. Undoubtedly64 he had been drawn into a trap, and howsoever innocent he was, it might be impossible to prove that he was guiltless in the face of the enmity of Mrs. Gilroy and Julius. Also, there was the evidence of Jane to be reckoned with, and she was doubtless a tool in the hands of her superiors. Bernard wanted to gain a place of refuge, so that he might think over his position and communicate with Durham and Conniston. They might be able to help him in this dilemma65.
It was impossible to remain in the High Street, seeing that every moment he ran a chance of falling into the arms of a policeman. He therefore turned down a side street and raced through Cheniston Gardens. His pursuer, still close on his heels, followed, and by this time another officer had joined. Bernard made up his mind and ran for the river. He crossed Cromwell Road, Fulham Road, sped through Elm Park Gardens, and down to Chelsea. Many were after him by the time he reached the river's bank. Only one chance remained. He plunged into the stream and the fog covered his retreat.
"It's all up," said the policeman, who heard the plunge. "He'll be drowned."
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