In the first place, it roused his journalistic instincts, as eminently5 satisfactory "copy" for the columns of the paper; in the second, he was personally acquainted with the Lester family, and particularly with Iris6. The late Mr. Link had been a solicitor7 in Marborough, and in that town Iris had been born, and had lived for seventeen years, when, her father dying, her mother had married Dr. Lester and had removed to Barnstead. The second Mrs. Lester did not live long after her foolish second marriage, and when she died Iris was left to look after Milly and the miserable8 domestic affairs of Poverty Villa1. But all this has been set forth9 before, and the main point now is the acquaintance of Mexton with Iris Link.
They had been boy and girl together, and Paul had been like a brother to Iris for many years. Twice or thrice a month he was accustomed to ride over to Barnstead, when permitted by his journalistic duties; and at one time Iris thought that their youthful friendship might develop into the warmer feeling of love. But, as has before been stated, she lost her heart to Herne, and later on Paul confessed to her that he was in love with a Polish lady who for some months previously10 had given violin recitals11 in the Marborough Town Hall. Therefore, up to the present Paul and Iris were simply good friends and nothing more.
Paul valued his friendship with Miss Link, as he was ambitious and she sympathised with his aims and aspirations12. He wished to make a name in London as a novelist, to live in the metropolis13, and to mix with the literary society of the day. To Iris he told all his dreams and schemes and successes and failures; and in her turn Iris consulted him about her domestic worries, the eccentricities14 of Dr. Lester, and the trials she experienced with Milly and her lovers. Paul, therefore, was well acquainted with the events which had preceded the tragedy; and now that the tragedy itself had taken place he was hardly surprised by its occurrence.
"I knew Milly would get herself into trouble, poor girl!" he thought on hearing the news; "but I hardly expected her follies15 would result in her murder. I wonder who killed her, and what was the motive16 for the crime? By Jove! I'll ride over and see Iris; she needs a friend just now, and she can give me all details for the paper."
No sooner had Paul made up his mind to this course than he saw the editor, and requested permission to go over to Barnstead. It was accorded at once, and, knowing Mexton's ready pen, the editor anticipated an unusually interesting account of the crime, to be in the next day's issue of the "Tory Times." Prompt and rapid in his actions as a war correspondent, Paul was on the road to Barnstead within an hour of receiving the intelligence of the murder. But the police, advised by telegram, were beforehand with him, and he found the inspector17--Drek was his name--investigating the matter when he arrived at Poverty Villa.
Drek was in the untidy garden talking to a policeman when Paul rode up, and he eyed the young man in anything but a pleasant manner when he dismounted. The inspector was an alert but somewhat sour man, who had no great love for press or pressman; and he distinctly resented the prompt arrival of Mexton on the scene. With a frown he looked at the keen and handsome face of the young man, and nodded curtly18 in response to his greeting.
"Are you talking of the police, Mr. Inspector?" asked Paul, smiling.
"No, sir; I talk of the Fourth Estate, of you confounded gabblers of the press. It is my business to investigate crimes like these; but it is not yours to spread any discoveries all over the country, and put the criminal on his guard."
"Oh! then you have some inkling of who killed Miss Lester?"
"No, sir; up till now I have not gained the slightest clue."
"Then why do you say that the criminal is a man?" said Paul shrewdly. "The assassin may be a woman, for all you know."
"Women don't fire pistols as a rule."
"The New Woman does," retorted Mexton. "So the poor girl was shot?"
"Right through the brain--must have been killed instantly."
"Where did the murder take place?"
"About what time?"
"I don't know yet. How should I know?" replied Drek with a vexed21 air. "Now, look here, Mr. Mexton; I'm not going to answer any more questions. You'll put all I say in your paper."
"I'll keep out anything you wish, Mr. Inspector," said Paul, who saw the necessity of conciliating the man; "and, as a matter of fact, I am here not so much to get copy as to see Miss Link."
"Why do you wish to see Miss Link?" asked the inspector suspiciously.
"For the very natural reason that she is in trouble, and that I am her oldest friend. You don't object to my seeing her?"
"She'll object herself," replied Drek grimly. "At present she shut herself up in her room and refuses to see anyone."
"What about Dr. Lester?"
"What does he say about the murder?"
"Nothing. I can get no sense out of him; the man's brain is upset."
"I don't wonder at it," rejoined Paul drily; "the tragic23 death of his daughter is quite enough to upset it. Is the--the--body in the house?"
"No; it has been taken to the Herne Arms for the inquest."
Mexton nodded, and brushed past the inspector on his way to the house. "I'll try and see Miss Link." he said quickly. "Poor girl, she will need some comfort. You have absolutely no clue?" he asked looking back.
"Absolutely none," returned Drek disconsolately24. "The girl was found dead by Mr. Chaskin about midnight. I say, Mexton----"
"Well," said Paul impatiently, his hand on the doorknob.
"Tell me what Miss Link tells you."
"She may tell me nothing, Drek. However, I'll get all I can out of her, and do my best to aid you to catch the murderer of poor Milly Lester. And you?"
"I intend to question the servant," said Drek. "It seems she knows something; at least, she hinted as much to Warner here," and he indicated the policeman with a nod.
"H'm!" said Paul slowly. "So Eliza knows something. Drek, you tell me all that you get out of the servant, and I'll reveal the result of my examination of the mistress. Let us work together."
"I'm quite agreeable," said Drek, who knew the keen intelligence of Mexton, "but you must not put too much in your paper."
"You shall see everything in proof," cried Paul, and with a nod he vanished into the house.
There was nobody in the drawing-room or dining-room when Mexton entered; therefore he looked into the doctor's consulting-room, where he found the wretched Lester half-intoxicated, with the brandy bottle before him. Indignant at the man's condition at such a time, Paul walked over to the table, seized the bottle, and threw it out of the window. In sheer amazement25 Lester stared blankly at him, holding a glass of brandy in his shaking hand.
"What--what did you do that for?" he asked thickly.
"To prevent you making a beast of yourself," replied the young man sharply. "Have you no sense of shame, man? Your daughter is lying dead--murdered--and yet you sit drinking here as though nothing had occurred. Shame, Dr. Lester! Shame!"
The drunkard listened vacantly to this speech, and mechanically raised the glass he held to his lips. In a moment Paul had dashed it out of his hand, and put himself on the defensive26 for the attack which he expected the creature to make on him. In place of doing so, and asserting some little manhood, the doctor bowed his shameful27 face on his hands, and began to weep in a maudlin28 manner.
"Oh, dear! oh, dear! that I should be treated like this in my own house! Poor Milly dead, and I denied any comfort."
"You won't get much comfort out of the brandy bottle," said Paul contemptuously. "Pull yourself together, Dr. Lester, and aid me."
"Aid you--in what?" asked Lester confusedly.
"In discovering who killed your daughter."
The doctor wrung29 his hands in a helpless sort of manner. "No chance of that," said he; "no chance of that."
"Why? Do you think the murderer has got clean away?"
To the journalist's surprise, Lester put the same question to him as he had put to Drek. "How do you know the criminal is a man?" asked the doctor.
"I did not say so."
"You said murderer; if you had ascribed the crime to a woman you would have used the more correct word, murderess."
"I think not, doctor; I am no purist. But what do you mean by such a speech, sir? Do you know who killed your daughter?"
"No!" Lester looked confused. "Good Lord, Mexton! how should I know?" he burst out. "If I did--if I did----"
"Well?" cried Mexton, impatiently, "if you did----?"
"I want some more brandy," said Lester, with a vacant look.
Paul was about to reply with some sharpness when he felt a light touch on his arm. It was Iris who had attracted his attention; and she had just entered quietly by the door. Her face was pallid30 as that of a corpse, her eyes were red and swollen31 with weeping, and she looked not at Mexton, but at the miserable creature who was her step-father. The expression in her eyes was one of mingled32 terror and repugnance33.
"Don't speak to him any more, Paul," she said, hurriedly; "he is not in a condition to answer questions."
Mexton glanced at Lester, expecting him to make some defence; but the man was rapidly lapsing34 into a comatose35 condition. Without another word, he submitted to the pressure on his arm, and was drawn36 out of the room by Iris. In the passage she stopped and withdrew her hand.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I came to see you, Iris; to assure you of my sympathy."
"Is that true?"--she looked searchingly at him--"or did you come to learn all the particulars of our shame, to publish them to the world?"
"Whatever I publish will be in your favour," retorted Paul. "I am your friend--not your enemy."
"My friend? God knows I need one! I suppose everyone in Marborough knows that Milly is dead?"
"Yes; many people know."
"And that she was--murdered?"
"They know that also."
Iris looked at him strangely. "Who do they say killed her?" she demanded.
"Nobody knows; nobody ventures an opinion."
"Has any name been mentioned?"
"No. I have come over here to offer my services----"
"To the police?" she burst out, clutching his arm.
"To you," replied Mexton. "Let me help you to find the criminal."
"He will never be found."
"It is a man, then?" said Mexton, for the third time.
"He will never be found," repeated Iris coldly--"never."
"But if I search I may----"
"Paul," she said in a low tone--"as you value my friendship, never look for the assassin of Milly--never, never, never!"
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