“Can I see it?” I cried.
“Steady, sir,” he said, staying and supporting me with a hand. “What’s up now?”
“I want to see it—there was a letter—I——”
“All property found on the body is took possession of.”
“He saw it, I tell you.”
“Your friend, there? So he did—but he gave it over.”
“I’ll give it over. I don’t want to keep it, man. There was an address on it—there must have been, I swear; and if you don’t let me know it, there’ll be murder—do you understand?—murder!”
No doubt he did understand. In such matters a policeman’s mind is intuitive.
“Come along, then,” he said; “I’ll see what can be done,” and, holding me along the elbow in the professional manner, he led me through the building to a sort of outhouse that stood in a gloomy yard to the rear.
The room I found myself in was like nothing so much as a ghastly species of scullery; built with a formal view to cleanliness and ventilation. All down its middle ran a long zinc-covered table, troughed slightly at the side and sloping gently like a fishmonger’s slab3. Its purpose was evident in the drenched4 form that lay on it covered with a cloth.
And to this sordid5 pass had come she, the loving and playful, with whom I had wandered a few short weeks ago among the green glades6 of the old forest. Now more than the solemnity of death pronounced us apart.
I shivered and drew back, and then was aware of a man washing his hands at a sink that stood to one end of the room.
He turned his head as he washed and looked at me.
“Now, my man, what is it?” he said.
He was lean, formal-faced and spectacled—a doctor by every uninviting sign of the profession.
I told him my business and referred shrinkingly to the thing lying hidden there.
“There isn’t, I suppose, any—any hope whatever?”
“Oh, dear, no; not the least.”
“She has been in the water, I should say, quite eight hours, or possibly nine.”
He pulled the cloth down slightly, with a speculative8 motion of his hand, so as to expose the white, rigid9 face. I had no time to stop him before its sightless eyes were looking up at me.
“Oh, Dolly! Dolly! Such a fearful little woman, and yet with the courage to bring yourself to this!”
Suddenly, through the heart of my wild pity pierced a thought that had already once before stirred unrecognized in me.
“Doctor,” I said, staring down on the poor lifeless face, “do the drowned always look like that?”
“Certainly they do, more or less.”
“But how more? Is it possible, for instance, for a person to half-drown and then seemingly recover; to be put to bed nearly himself again, and yet be found dead in the morning?”
“How can I say? In such a case there must be gross carelessness or quite unexpected complications.”
“But if I tell you I once heard of this happening—was witness, indeed, of the fact?”
The doctor lifted his shoulder, adjusted his spectacles and shrugged10 himself with an awkward posture11 of skepticism.
“How did he look?” he said.
“Dreadful—swollen, horribly distorted. His face was black—his hands clenched12. He seemed to have died in great pain.”
“Do you want my opinion on that?” he cried. “Well—here it is: It was a case for the police. No drowned man ever looked after that fashion.”
“Then you think he must have come to his death by other means, and after he was put to bed?”
“I haven’t the least doubt about it whatsoever14, if it was all as you say.”
I gave a thin, sudden cry. I couldn’t help it—it was forced from me. Then, of my own act, I pulled the cloth once more over the dead face. It had spoken to me in such a manner as its love had never expressed in life.
“You have vindicated16 me, my sweetheart of the old days,” I murmured. “Good-by, Dolly, till I may witness your love that is undying in another world.”
I think the doctor fancied that the trouble of the night had turned my brain. What did it matter what he thought—what anybody thought now? I stood acquitted17 at the bar of my own conscience. In my first knowledge of that stupendous relief I could find no place for one other sentiment but crazy gratitude18.
As I stood, half-stunned in the shock of emotion, the officer I awaited entered the room bearing in his hand a slip of paper.
“The letter’s detained,” he said, “but this here’s the address it’s wrote from, and you’d better act upon it without delay.”
It was not much information that the paper contained—an address only from a certain “Nelson terrace” in Battersea—but such as it was I held it in common with Duke, whose sole advantage was a brief start of me.
Calling back my thanks to the friendly constable21, I hurried into the street and so off and away in wild pursuit.
The rapture23 of it kept time to my hurrying footsteps; it flew over and with me, like the albatross of hope, and brought the breeze of a healthfuler promise on its wings; it spoke15 from the faces of people I passed, as if they wished me to know as I swept by that I was no longer in their eyes a man of blood.
“You did not kill him!” it sung in my brain—“you did not kill him—you did not kill him”—then all in a moment, with a dying shock: “Who did?”
I stopped, as if I had run against a wall. I swear, till then no shadowy thought of this side of the question had darkened my heart in passing.
Still, impelled24 to an awful haste, I beat the whole horror resolutely25 to one side and rushed on my way. “Presently—presently,” I muttered, “I will sit down and rest and think it over from beginning to end.”
By that time I was in a street of ugly cockney houses stretching monotonously26 on either side. I was speeding down it, seeking its name, and convinced from my inquiries27 that I could not be far from my destination, when something standing28 crouched29 against a low front garden wall, where it met the angle of a tall brick gate post, caught the tail of my eye and stopped me with a jerk. It was Duke, and I had run him down.
He spat30 a curse from his drawn31, white lips, as I faced him, and bade me begone as I valued my life.
“Duke,” I panted, watchful32 of him, “I do value it now—never mind why. I value it far above his you have come to take. But he is my brother—and you were once my friend.”
“No longer—I swear it,” he cried, blazing out on me dreadfully. “Will you go while there’s time?”
Then he assumed a mockery more bitter than his rage.
“Harkee!” he whispered. “This isn’t the place. I came here to be out of the way and rest. I’ll go home by and by.”
“Will you come with me now?”
“With you? Haven’t I had enough of you Trenders? I put it to you as a reasonable man.”
As he spoke the wail33 of a young child came through the window of an upper room of the house adjoining. At the sound he seized my wrists in one of his hands with the grip of iron forceps.
“Listen there!” he muttered. “That’s his child, do you hear? He perpetuates34 his wicked race without a scruple35. Wouldn’t it be a good thing now to cut down the poisonous weed root and branch?”
I stared at him in horror. Hardly till this moment had the fact of Jason’s being married recurred36 to me since I first heard of it the night before.
“His child?” I echoed.
“What’s the fool gaping37 at? Would his pretty deception38 be complete without a wife and baby in the background to spur his fancy?”
The door of the adjoining house was opened and a light footfall came down the steps. I saw a devil leap into Duke’s eyes, and on the instant sprung at him.
He had me down directly, for his strength was fearful, but I clutched him frantically39 as I fell, and he couldn’t shake me off.
Struggling—sobbing—warding my head as best I could from his battering40 blows—I yet could find voice to cry from the ground—“Jason, in God’s name, run! He’s going to murder you!”
Up and down on the pavement—bruised41, bleeding, wrenched42 this way and that, but never letting go my hold, I felt my strength, already exhausted43 by the long toiling44 of the night, ebbing45 surely from me. Then in the moment of its final collapse46 the dreadful incubus47 was snatched from me, and I rose half-blinded to my feet to see Duke in the grasp of a couple of stalwart navvies, who on their way to work had come to my assistance.
Trapped and overcome, he made no further struggle, but submitted quietly to his captors, his chest rising and falling convulsively.
“Don’t let him go!” I panted; “he means murder!”
“We’ve got him fast enough,” said one burly fellow. “Any bones broke, master?”
“No,” said I; “I’m only a bit bruised.”
“Renny,” said the prisoner, in a low, broken voice, “have you ever known me lie?”
“Never. What then?”
“Tell them to take their hands off and I’ll go.”
“That won’t do. You may come back.”
“Not till the inquest’s over. Is that a fair offer? I can do nothing here now. I only ask one thing—that I may speak a word, standing at the gate, to that skulking48 coward yonder. I swear I won’t touch him or pass inside the gate.”
I turned to the two men.
“I’ll answer for him now,” I said. “He never says what he doesn’t mean. You can let him go.”
They did so reluctantly, remonstrating49 a little and ready to pounce50 on him at once did he show sign of breaking his parole.
He picked up his hat and walked straight to the gate. Jason, who had been standing on the upmost step of the flight that led to the open door, regarding the strange struggle beneath him with starting eyes, moved a pace or two nearer shelter, with his head slewed51 backward in a hangdog fashion.
“Mr. Trender,” said Duke, in a hideous, mocking voice, “Miss Dolly Mellison sends her compliments and she drowned herself last night.”
I could see my brother stagger where he stood, and his face grow pale as a sheet.
“I won’t discuss the matter further just now,” went on the cripple, “as I am under promise to these gentlemen. After the inquest I may, perhaps, have something to say to you.”
When he was out of sight, I turned to the men, thanked them warmly for their assistance, recompensed them to the best of my ability and ran up the steps to the house.
I found my brother inside, leaning white and shaky against the wall.
I shut the door and addressed myself to him roughly.
“Come,” I said. “There’s a necessity for action here. Where can we talk together?”
“How did you find me?” he said, faintly. “It isn’t true, is it?—no—not there”—for I was turning to the door of a back room that seemed to promise privacy.
“Jason,” cried a voice from the very room I had approached.
I dropped my stick with a crash on the floor.
“Who’s that?” I said, in a loud, wavering voice.
The handle turned. He came weakly from his corner to put himself before me. It was too late, for the door had opened and a woman, with a baby in her arms, was standing on the threshold.
And the woman was Zyp.
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sniff
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