When they carried Stokes to his room they thought him dying, so ghastly was his appearance, so deathlike his collapse1. Bassett telephoned to Hayworth for a doctor and before the man came, Flora2, singularly cold and collected now the fight was over, told them her husband was a morphia addict3 and showed them the case in his bag with the empty vial. In the two days’ detention4 on the island his supply had been exhausted5, the greatest strain of the many that had ended in his frantic6 confession7.
When the doctor had made his examination and heard the facts he looked grave—the man was in desperate case, a complete breakdown8 of the whole organism and an overstrained heart. He thought there was little or no hope, but there might be a return to consciousness. If there was he promised to call the officers who were keen to [Pg 260]get a fuller statement. Meantime he wanted the room cleared of everybody but Mrs. Stokes, and the men left, returning to the living-room to find Shine and get an explanation of the picture.
In the excitement of the Stokes sensation they had forgotten all about the picture and now, walking down the hall, they swung back to it. Bassett and Williams were baffled and confounded by it; it was one of the most startling of the whole chain of startling circumstances. Rawson was neither baffled nor confounded having already arrived at a solution: Shine had played a trick, done it on purpose to see if it might not accomplish just what it had accomplished9. He was loud in his praise of the photographer, it was a clever ruse10 that had brought things to a climax11 when they might have gone on bungling12 for days. Rawson was willing to admit his mistakes—he’d been sure of the boy and now it appeared that Bassett and Miss Tracy were right. Joe Tracy had evidently lit out secretly on some business of his own.
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He dismissed the company with a curt13 command and as they made their hurried exits, jocularly congratulated Shine as the man who had pulled off a successful hoax14. But the photographer showed no responsive pride, on the contrary he looked rather shamefaced and denied the charge. He’d meant to take a picture, no funny business or fooling about it—but—he rubbed his hand over his tousled hair and grinned sheepishly. He was sleepy, that’s what had been the matter, just plain doped with sleep so he didn’t know what he was doing.
“Well, how do you account for the picture?” said Rawson. “Are you one of these people who can take spirit photographs?”
Shine wasn’t that—there was only one way of accounting15 for it. He hadn’t opened the shutter16 and the picture was one of those he had taken of Miss Saunders the day of his arrival.
“Of course,” he said, staring perplexedly at the carpet. “I’d swear I opened the shutter and I’d swear I closed it after I got my wits back. But [Pg 262]there you are—you can’t take a picture of a dead woman and I had a lot of her on that film. That’s how it came about, being waked up sudden by Mr. Williams and trying to pretend I was on the job, and being naturally rattled17 by all that’s transpired18 here. Oh, you can understand it!”
He’d taken two or three like that—he couldn’t be sure how many. But he did remember posing her at both the front and rear entrances of the living-room, trying to get effects of a dark background with her figure dimly suggested and the light on her face. It was evidently one of those pictures, must have been the last he’d done, but he couldn’t trust his memory on any small points. He’d been more shocked than he had any idea of but he knew it now.
He described his amazement20 at having seen it in the negative. He said he couldn’t believe his eyes and hadn’t mentioned it as he thought he was “seeing things” what with the murder and all the [Pg 263]excitement. And he couldn’t study it or compare it with those on the rest of the film because it was gone. After they’d taken Stokes away and he’d got the women quieted down he’d turned to the sheet—and there it was, blank as it is now and the negative melted. As for the explosion of the powder, that was easy to explain, and he told of his precautions in unlatching the door. Any light air could have swung it open and as he was sinking to sleep, he had felt a breeze blowing in from the entrance. Rawson verified this; a wind had arisen that had kept him on the qui vive in the kitchen, moving the curtains and making the doors creak.
So that was that! Nobody’s brains, nobody’s deductive powers, or perspicacity21 or psychological insight had brought them to the goal. The bungling of a sleepy man had done the trick.
They were talking it over when the sound of Flora’s voice stopped them. She was standing22 in the doorway very white and very calm. Stokes was asking for them. Yes, she nodded in answer [Pg 264]to Rawson’s look, he was quite himself. The doctor had wanted him to wait till he was stronger but he had insisted:
“He says he must speak now while his mind is clear. He seems to know it won’t last and he can’t rest till he’s told everything.”
They found him bolstered23 up in bed, a haggard spectacle, his eyes, sunk in darkened hollows, seemed to hold all the life left in his body. They hung on the entering men, then swerved24 to his wife and he made a motion for her to sit beside him. When she had taken her place and he had groped for her hand, his eyelids25 dropped and he lay for a moment as if gathering26 strength.
“I’m glad you’ve come,” he whispered. “Glad it’s over. If I’m going on now it can’t be to anything worse than this last thirty-six hours.”
The desire to free his mind possessed27 him. Rest, he said, rest was all he wanted and it was not for him till he had unloaded the intolerable burden he had carried since Sybil Saunders’ death. In his own words the recital28 was broken by digressions, [Pg 265]memories of his torturing passion, assurances of good intentions that failed of execution, remorse29 for the wrong he had done his wife. Robbed of the theatrical30 quality that was of the man’s essence, it was the stark31 revelation of a soul’s tragedy.
He had never intended to kill her—that was the one point of exculpation32 he insisted on. His love had made him mad, carried him beyond the inhibiting33 forces of honor, feeling, reason. That it was hopeless seemed to increase its obsessing34 power, and she had never for one moment led him to think it was anything but hopeless. Unwaveringly, from the first, her attitude had been dislike, aversion, a horror of his state of mind and himself.
His knowledge of the coming separation had been the igniting motive35 that caused the inner explosion. After their stay on the island she would go her way, keep her whereabouts hidden from him, and he might never see her again. The thought became unbearable36, and led him to a resolution[Pg 266] of wild desperation—he would get her alone, once more confess his passion, and if she met it with the old scorn and abhorrence37, kill himself before her eyes. He had seen the revolver in the drawer of the desk and on the day of the performance, taken it. To prevail upon her to grant him the interview was the problem, and the evil inspiration came to him to tell her he had news of Dallas, her lover. It was a lie, he knew nothing of the man, but truth, decency38, self-respect no longer existed for him.
He described the interview in the living-room, her roused interest and demand for the information. The intrusion of his wife worked with his plan and he had insisted on a rendezvous39 where they would be free from interruption. They started for the summer-house on the Point, saw Shine there, and made the arrangement to meet in the place at seven. Then she had gone up-stairs to her room and he to the balcony to wait for her.
When he saw her pass the balcony he had risen and followed her. She had moved rapidly, not [Pg 267]waiting for him, and he had not tried to catch up with her as he knew she did not want any one to see them together. When he entered the summer-house she was sitting on the bench close to the table on which her elbows rested. His hysterical40 state, accelerated during the long wait, had reached a climax of distraction41 and he burst into a stream of words—he had lied to her, he knew nothing, but he had to see her, he had lured42 her there for a last interview, a final clearing up, and he drew out the pistol. The sight of it, his mad babble43 of disconnected sentences, evidently terrified her. She leaped to her feet and made a rush like a frightened animal for the opening. Before he could speak or catch her she had brushed past him and fled from the place.
Then something had gone wrong in his head—he couldn’t explain—a breaking of some pressure, a stoppage of all mental processes. In the vacuum one fact stayed—that she had got away from him and he never would see her again. A blind fury seized him and he shot at her as she ran. She was [Pg 268]at the summit of the cliff, staggered, threw up her arms and went over. When he saw her body lurch44 and topple forward the darkness lifted from his brain. He came back to himself as if from a period of unconsciousness and realized what he had done.
He described his state as curiously45 lucid46 and far-seeing. The insane outbreak seemed to have freed his intelligence and temporarily suspended the torment47 of his nerves. The situation presented itself with a vision-like clarity and all the forces of his mind and will sprang into action, combining to achieve his safety. From the shadow of the vines he looked at the house, saw Bassett come to the living-room entrance, glance about and go back. The sound of the shot had evidently roused no forebodings and when no face appeared at window or door, he ran to the pine grove48. There he was safe and slipped unobserved to the balcony. He waited here for a moment to get his breath and compose his manner. He was the actor, playing a difficult part with a high-keyed,[Pg 269] heady confidence when he entered the room.
His wife—that had been the unforeseen retribution. He had not realized that suspicion would turn on her, and then saw that it might, saw that it did. His hell began when he grasped the danger she was in, listened to Rawson’s questions on the night of their arrival, sensed Williams’ line of thought when the scene was rehearsed on the shore. He had tried to turn them to Joe Tracy, snatching at anything to gain time, but he would have told, he was ready to tell. He kept reiterating49 the words, his burning eyes moving from one face to the other—he had broken her heart, ruined her life, but he was not so utterly50 lost as that.
It was her assurances that quieted him. She had known from the first he would tell as she had known from the first he had done it. He relaxed and sank back, his eyes closing, and the doctor motioned them to go. Flora followed them to the door and held them there a moment to repeat what she had said—as if, like him, wanting to rid her [Pg 270]mind of all its secret agony. It wasn’t surmise51; she had seen him. When she had turned from the water after her attempt to catch the body she had had a clear view of him stealing through the pine wood, moving noiselessly and watching the house.
“He never knew it,” she said. “That night when you, Mr. Williams, nearly caught me on the stairs, I was going to see him, say I knew what he’d done and that I’d help him and lie for him and stand by him. Oh, yes—I don’t care what I tell now. He was my husband, I’d loved him and he’d been cursed—cursed and destroyed.”
The men closed the door softly as upon the dead. What they had heard and left behind them had taken the zest52 from their accomplishment53 and in the glow of the hall lights their faces looked drawn54 and hollowed with fatigue55. Rawson drew out his watch—half past two. The best thing they could do was to get a little sleep. The day would be on them in a few hours, there would be a lot of business to get through and he, for one, was dead beat. They wouldn’t take off their clothes, [Pg 271]just turn in on the sofa and divan56, and stepping gently, as befitted a place where so dark a doom57 had fallen, he and Williams passed into the library.
Sleep was far from Bassett. He would like to have seen Anne, but it would have been inhuman58 to rouse her, and he went toward the living-room where he could think in quiet. The screen still covered by the sheet and the projector59 facing it were untouched and gave the place the air of a scene set for a play. Silence brooded over the room, a silence so peaceful and profound that it seemed as if the hideous60 tumult61 of the last hour must be a nightmare illusion. He dropped into a chair, his breath expelled with a groaning62 note, then heard Anne’s voice from the gallery above:
“I’ve been waiting for you. May I come down?”
There she was, dressed, leaning against the railing.
“Come,” he beckoned63, his heart expanding, his depression lightened, and as she disappeared he [Pg 272]pulled up a chair for her. She came in, soft-footed across the rugs, with the whispering words:
“I couldn’t rest till I’d seen you and heard. He’s told?”
“Everything.” They sat, facing each other, close together. “It’s solved and ended—the Gull64 Island murder.”
“Is it all right for you to tell me?”
It was all right and he told her.
She listened absorbed, eyes intent on his, now and then nodding her head in confirmation65 of an agreement in her own mind. When he had finished, she sat looking down, apparently66 lost in musing67 contemplation of the story.
“Yes,” she said slowly. “It wasn’t Joe, he wasn’t in it at all. But I don’t understand. I’ve been sitting in my room while you were with Stokes thinking about it and I can’t make it out. Hugh”—she leaned forward and rested her hand on his knee, dropping her voice though no one was [Pg 273]there to hear—“this is what I can’t explain—whom did I see in here last night?”
Bassett’s answer was prompt, delivered in the brisk tone of common sense:
“I can. It’s very simple. You didn’t see anybody.”
“Nobody?”
“Nobody. I’ve been thinking about it, too. There’s only one explanation, and that’s it.”
“You think I imagined it?”
“I know you did. Just consider:—You were in a wrought-up condition, you expected to see him, came down for that purpose. The room was almost dark, quite dark under the gallery where you say he came from. After what you’d gone through—first a murder, then a suspicion that would have undermined the strongest nerves—you were in a state to see anything.”
She continued to stare at the light, her face set in troubled thought.
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“I suppose that could be.”
“Why, Anne dear, it must have been, it could have happened to any one. And there’s another point—if it had been Joe, wouldn’t he have spoken to you, one question even to find out what was going on, what we were doing?”
“Yes, yes. I’ve thought of that. It didn’t occur to me at the time. But he would have said something.”
“Of course he would. You never saw anything more substantial than a shadow in the moonlight.”
“That must be it,” she murmured.
“I ought to have realized it but I was stampeded myself. We were all ready to go off like a pack of fire-crackers. God”—he took her hand and held its soft coldness against his forehead—“its a wonder we didn’t all break to pieces like Stokes.”
She was silent for a moment then said:
“Well, where is Joe? What’s he doing?”
“Gone off on some business of his own. You were telling the truth when you told Rawson and [Pg 275]Williams that Joe’s actions weren’t always calculable, weren’t you?” He saw her answering nod. “Well, he’s evidently chosen the occasion of his leaving the island to light out in some new direction. You can’t tell what may have been in his head—a joke on Jimmy Travers, on us, any sort of lark70 or tom-foolery. We’ll find it all out soon.”
He had his own opinion of Joe’s behavior which he was not going to tell her now. The boy, found out in his spying, knowing himself condemned71 by his associates and black-listed in his profession, might have departed for good, taken the opportunity to disappear from a part of the country where closed doors and averted72 faces would be his portion. It would be like him and Bassett fervently73 hoped that it might be the case.
“Come,” he said, rising and drawing her to her feet. “There’s no good bothering about that any more. Leave it to me and when we’ve got through the rest of this horrible business I’ll look around for him. And anyway, he’ll see it in the papers, [Pg 276]and if he wants to show up, he’ll do it himself within the next few days. Now you must go to bed and let your poor tired brain rest.”
They walked to the door and there he caught her against his breast and looked into her face:
“It’s all over—that fighting and struggling alone, Anne. After this we’ll be together, as soon as we can get away from here and find a clergyman to marry us.”
They kissed and parted, Bassett going to his room—he could sleep now—and Anne faring slowly up the stairs to hers.
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