"If you insist," Trent said, "I suppose you will have your way. But I had much rather write it when I am not with you. However, if I must, bring me a tablet whiter than a star, or hand of hymning angel. Don't underestimate the sacrifice I am making. I never felt less like correspondence in my life."
She rewarded him.
"What shall I say?" he inquired, his pen hovering1 over the paper. "Shall I compare him to a summer's day? What shall I say?"
"Say what you want to say," she suggested helpfully.
He shook his head. "What I want to say—what I have been wanting for the past twenty-four hours to say to every man, woman, and child I met—is 'Mabel and I are betrothed2, and joy is borne on burning wheels.' But that wouldn't be a very good opening for a letter of strictly3 formal, not to say sinister4 character. I have got as far as 'Dear Mr. Marlowe.' What comes next?"
"I am sending you a manuscript which I thought you might like to see," she prompted as she came to his chair before the escritoire. "Something of that kind. Please try. I want to see what you write, and I want it to go to him at once. You see, I would be contented5 enough to leave things as they are; but you say you must get at the truth, and if you must, I want it to be as soon as possible. Do it now—you know you can if you will—and I'll send it off the moment it is ready. Don't you ever feel that?—the longing6 to get the worrying letter into the post and off your hands, so that you can't recall it if you would, and it's no use fussing any more about it."
"I will do as you wish," he said, and turned to the paper, which he dated as from his hotel. Mrs. Manderson looked down at his bent7 head with a gentle light in her eyes, and made as if to place a smoothing hand upon his rather untidy crop of hair. But she did not touch it. Going in silence to the piano, she began to play very softly. It was ten minutes before Trent spoke8.
"At last I am his faithfully. Do you want to see it?"
She ran across the twilight9 room, and turned on a reading lamp beside the escritoire. Then, leaning on his shoulder, she read what follows:
Dear Mr. Marlowe:
You will perhaps remember that we met, under unhappy circumstances, in June of last year at Marlstone.
On that occasion it was my duty, as representing a newspaper, to make an independent investigation10 of the circumstances of the death of the late Sigsbee Manderson. I did so, and I arrived at certain conclusions. You may learn from the enclosed manuscript, which was originally written as a despatch11 for my newspaper, what those conclusions were. For reasons which it is not necessary to state I decided12 at the last moment not to make them public, or to communicate them to you, and they are known to only two persons beside myself.
At this point Mrs. Manderson raised her eyes quickly from the letter. Her dark brows were drawn13 together. "Two persons?" she said with a note of inquiry14.
"Your uncle is the other. I sought him out last night and told him the whole story. Have you anything against it? I always felt uneasy at keeping it from him as I did, because I had led him to expect I should tell him all I discovered, and my silence looked like mystery-making. Now that it is to be cleared up finally, and there is no question of shielding you, I wanted him to know everything. He is a very shrewd adviser15, too, in a way of his own; and I should like to have him with me when I see Marlowe. I have a feeling that two heads will be better than one on my side of the interview."
She sighed. "Yes, of course, uncle ought to know the truth. I hope there is nobody else at all." She pressed his hand. "I so much want all that horror buried—buried deep. I am very happy now, dear, but I shall be happier still when you have satisfied that curious mind of yours and found out everything, and stamped down the earth upon it all." She continued her reading.
Quite recently, however, (the letter went on) facts have come to my knowledge which have led me to change my decision. I do not mean that I shall publish what I discovered, but that I have determined16 to approach you and ask you for a private statement. If you have anything to say which would place the matter in another light, I can imagine no reason why you should withhold17 it.
I expect, then, to hear from you when and where I may call upon you; unless you would prefer the interview to take place at my hotel. In either case I desire that Mr. Cupples, whom you will remember, and who has read the enclosed document, should be present also.
Faithfully yours,
Philip Trent.
"What a very stiff letter!" she said. "Now I am sure you couldn't have made it any stiffer in your own rooms."
Trent slipped the letter and enclosure into a long envelop18. "This thing mustn't run any risk of going wrong. It would be best to send a special messenger with orders to deliver it into his own hands. If he's away it oughtn't to be left."
She nodded. "I can arrange that. Wait here for a little."
When Mrs. Manderson returned, he was hunting through the music-cabinet. She sank on the carpet beside him in a wave of dark brown skirts. "Tell me something, Philip," she said.
"If it is among the few things that I know."
"When you saw uncle last night, did you tell him about—about us?"
"I did not," he answered. "I remembered you had said nothing about telling any one. It is for you—isn't it?—to decide whether we take the world into our confidence at once or later on."
"Then will you tell him?" She looked down at her clasped hands. "I wish you to tell him. Perhaps if you think you will guess why. There! that is settled." She lifted her eyes again to his, and for a time there was silence between them.
He leaned back at length in the deep chair. "What a world!" he said. "Mabel, will you play something on the piano that expresses mere19 joy, the genuine article, nothing feverish20 or like thorns under a pot, but joy that has decided in favor of the universe. It's a mood that can't last altogether, so we had better get all we can out of it."
She went to the instrument and struck a few chords while she thought. Then she began to work with all her soul at the theme in the last movement of the Ninth Symphony which is like the sound of the opening of the gates of Paradise.
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