Into a dull, gusty1 room, barren of everything but the necessities of its office, we walked and stopped.
Distempered walls; a high desk, a railed dock, where creatures were put to the first question like an experimental torture; black windows high in the wall and barred with network of wire, as if to break into fragments the sunshine of hope; a double gas bracket on an arm hanging from the ceiling, grimly suggestive of a gallows2; a fireplace whose warmth was ruthlessly boxed in—such was the place we found ourselves in. Its ministers figured in the persons of a half-dozen constables3 sitting officially yawning on benches against the walls, and looking perplexingly human shorn of their helmets; and in the presence of a high priest, or inspector4, and his clerk who sat respectively at the desk and a table placed alongside of it.
The latter rose upon our entrance and asked our business.
“It’s plain enough,” said Duke. “I have received, by post, an hour ago, a letter from a young woman threatening suicide. I don’t know her address, but the postmark is this district.”
The officer motioned us to the higher authority at the desk.
“May I see it?” said the latter.
My companion produced the letter and handed it over. Throughout his bearing and behavior were completely collected and formal—passionless altogether in their studied unemotionalism.
The inspector went through the poor little scrawl5 attentively6 from first word to last. No doubt he was a kindly7 family man in private. Officially these pitiful warrants of heartbreaks were mere8 items in his day’s business.
When he had finished he raised his eyes, but not his head.
“Sweetheart?” he said.
“No,” answered Duke, “but an old friend.”
“Renny?” asked the inspector, pointing a pen at me.
“Yes.”
“She ran away?”
“Yes.”
“Who with?”
“This man’s brother.”
“How long ago?”
“Three months, about.”
“And you have never seen her since?”
“No.”
“Nor him?”
“No.”
“And don’t know where they lived?”
“No—or I shouldn’t be here.”
The inspector caressed9 his short red beard, looked thoughtfully again at the letter a moment or two, placed it gently on the desk and leaned forward.
“You think she means it?”
“I think—yes; you’d better go and look.”
“By water, I mean?”
“Yes—by water. That’s my opinion.”
He called to one of the seated men and gave him certain directions. A minute later we were all three in the street outside.
What happened or whither we went during that long night remains11 only in my memory the ghastly shadow of a dream. I can recall the white plate of the moon, and still the icy wind and the spectral12 march onward13. This seemed the fitting outcome of our monotonous14 weeks of wandering—this aimless corpse-search on the part of two passionate16 fools who had failed in their pursuit of the living woman. To my sick fancy it seemed the monstrous17 parody18 of chase—an objectless struggle toward a goal that shifted with every step toward any determined19 point.
Still we never stopped, but flitted hopelessly from station to station, only to find ourselves baffled and urged forward afresh. I became familiar with rooms such as that we had left—rooms varying slightly in detail, but all furnished to the same pattern. Grewsomer places knew us, too—hideous20 cellars for the dead, where clothes were lifted from stiff yellow faces and from limbs stuck out in distorted burlesque21 of the rest that is called everlasting22.
Once, I remember, it came upon us with a quivering shock that our mission was fulfilled; a body had been brought in—I forget where—the body of a young woman. But when we came to view it it was not that that we sought.
Pitiful heaven, was our tragedy, then, but a common fashion of the dreadful waterway we groped our passage along? How was it possible in all that harvest of death to find the one awn for our particular gleaning23?
But here—though I was little conscious of it at the time—an impression took life in me that was to bear strange fruit by and by.
Dawn was in the air, menacing, most chill and gloomy, when we came out once more upon the riverside at a point where an old rotting bridge of timber sprawled24 across the stream like a wrecked26 dam. All its neighborhood seemed waste ground or lonely deserted27 tenements28 standing29 black and crookedly30 against a wan15 sweep of sky.
In the moment of our issuing, as if it were a smaller splinter detached from the wreck25, a little boat glided31 out from under the bridge and made for a flight of dank and spongy steps that led up from the water not ten yards from where we stood.
Something in the action of the dim figure that pulled, or the other that hung over the stern sheets of the phantom32 craft, moved our unwearying guide to motion us with his arm to watchfulness34 and an immediate35 pause. In the same instant he hollowed his hand to his mouth and hailed:
“Any luck, mate?”
The man who was rowing slowed down at once and paddled gingerly to within a few yards of the steps.
Our friend gave his authority.
“Oh,” said the fellow. “Yes; we’ve found one.”
“What sex, my man?”
“Gurl!”
I could have cried out. Something found my heart and seized it in a suffocating37 grip.
“Where was it?”
“Caught yonder in the timbers.”
I reeled and clutched at Duke, but he shook me off sternly. I knew as surely as that the night was done with that here our search ended.
That I stood quaking and shivering as nerveless as a haunted drunkard; that I dared not follow them when they moved to the steps; that Duke’s face was set like a dying man’s as he walked stiffly from me and stood looking down upon the boat with a dreadful smile—all this comes to me from the grim shadows of the past. Then I only knew a huddled38 group—a weighted chamber39 of shapes with something heavy and sodden40 swung among them—a pause of hours—of years—of a lifetime—and suddenly a hideous scream that cleft41 like a madman’s into the waste silence of the dawn.
He was down upon his knees by it—groveling, moaning—tearing tufts of dead wintry grass with his hands in ecstasy42 of pain—tossing his wild arms to the sky in impotent agony of search for some least grain of hope or comfort.
I hurried to him; I called upon his name and hers. I saw the sweet white face lying like a stone among the grass.
Wiser than I, the accustomed ministers of scenes such as this stood watchful33 by and waited for the fit to pass. When its fury was spent, they quietly took up their burden once more and moved away.
I had no need then to bid my comrade command himself. He rose on the instant from the ground, where he had lain writhing43, and fiercely rejecting all offer of assistance on my part, followed in the wake of the ghastly procession.
They bore it to the nearest station and there claimed their reward. Think of it! We, who would have given our all to save the living woman, were outbidden by these carrion44 crows who staked upon the dead!
Again at this point a lapse45 comes into my memory. Out of it grows a figure, that of Duke, that stands before me and speaks with the horrible smile again on its lips.
“You had better go home,” it says.
“Duke—why? What comes next? What are you going to do?”
“What does it matter? You had better go home.”
“I must know. Was there anything upon the—upon the body? Duke—was there?”
“There was a letter.”
“Who from?”
“Go home, I tell you.”
“I can’t—I won’t—I must save you from yourself! I—Duke——”
He strikes at me—hits me, so that I stagger back—and, with an oath, he speeds from me and is gone.
I recover myself and am on the point of giving mad chase, when a thought strikes me and I rush into the building I have been all this time standing outside the door of.
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