Any one watching Gull1 Island from the shore would have seen the yellow shape of one bright window set like a small golden square in the darkness. The bright window was Anne’s and over against it Anne sat on the side of the bed looking at the floor. She sat perfectly2 still, held in a staring concentration of thought, reviewing the happenings of the night. The inability to understand that she had expressed to Bassett had come back to her, there were things that she could not explain away. Like a child piecing together the disconnected bits of a puzzle, she contemplated3 separate facts, studied them, dropped each one in turn and went on to another.
While Bassett had talked to her she had accepted his theory. His belief in it had been so absolute and it was so plausible4. Of course a person[Pg 278] in her state might have imagined anything. And as she dwelt on the sentence to persuade herself, the vision of the dim shadowy room rose before her with the figure coming toward her from the darkness of the gallery, moving spiritlike as an hallucination might move. But as the memory grew in vividness the shape took form and solidity, the slim boy’s shape. She saw again its rapid advance, its sudden stoppage at her words, its lightning-quick turn and soundless flight. The snap of the closing door came to her mind as a last confirmation5 and she knew it was no delusion6.
“I did,” she said in a whisper, and raised her eyes as if confronting a doubter with the truth. “I know it—I did see somebody.”
Somebody!
The word struck her ear with a startling effect, an effect of discovery, of impending7 disclosures. Her body shrank together as if in fear of them, her riveted8 glance grew fixed9 as a sleep-walker’s. She lost all sense of her surroundings, her entire being contracted to a point of inner activity. [Pg 279]Before that intensified10 mental vision a series of pictures passed like the slides in a magic lantern:—Shine’s photograph, the worn, wide-eyed face of Sybil; Joe playing Sebastian, his costume, his movements, a replica11 of Viola’s; the living-room as they heard the shot, dusk falling outside; in the summer-house—with its shrouding12 vines—it would have been almost dark.
The pictures were disconnected like spots of light breaking through darkness. If the darkness could be dispelled13 and the spots of light joined, fused into continuity, she would reach something, something she was groping toward, fearfully groping toward. Suddenly a recollection flashed up, clairvoyantly14 distinct—Joe at the flat trying to make Bassett give him the part of Sebastian, imitating Sybil’s walk. That picture brought her to her feet, brought a smothered15 cry to her lips. The spots of light had joined, run together in a leaping illumination.
On the bureau lay the key of Joe’s trunk that she had brought from his room after their last [Pg 280]interview. She snatched it up and ran to the door, out of it, along the gallery. In Joe’s room she turned on the light and unlocked his trunk. She went through it to the bottom looking for his Sebastian costume. It was gone, every appointment of it. She had not needed the proof, she knew that she would not find it, that it was Joe, dressed in that costume, Stokes had killed.
The rest of it—Sybil alive, hiding somewhere! She saw the gray dawn on the window—the night was over, the house would soon be stirring. She locked the trunk, turned off the light and stole out on the gallery. She did not go back to her room but kept on down the hall to the top-floor staircase. Half-way up she heard from the floor above a sound, so faint, so furtive16, that it would only have been audible in the dead dawn hush17. She made a rush upward sending her voice, low-keyed but passionately18 urgent, ahead of her:
“Sybil, Sybil, if it’s you, wait. It’s Anne. I’m coming to help you.”
The door of the bedroom opposite the stair-head[Pg 281] was open. Against the pale light of the window, poised19 with one hand resting on the raised sash, was a boy’s figure—surely the figure she had seen in the living-room two nights before. It was so completely boyish, the cropped round head, the knickerbockers and belted jacket, that she could not yet be sure and went forward with slackened gait, peering and murmuring fearfully:
“Sybil, it is you?”
The figure left the window, came nearer, silently, creepingly, with a hand raised for caution. She saw the face then, pinched and haggard, strangely altered with the curling frame of hair clipped close, but still Sybil’s.
It was so extraordinary—such a gulf20 of unknown happenings lay between them—that at first they said nothing. In the spectral21 light they were like two ghosts come together in some debatable land beyond earth’s confines—too astonished at their encounter to find speech, too removed from the recognized and familiar to drop back to its facile communications. They stared, eye to [Pg 282]eye, breath coming brokenly through parted lips, drawing together as if each were a magnet compelling the other. Anne spoke22 first.
“Joe,” she said. “It’s Joe that’s dead.”
“Yes. Do they know?”
“They know nothing. They think it was you. It’s all over, Stokes has told. But, oh, what is it? I can’t understand—it’s like a fearful dream.”
The words died away and a sudden violent trembling shook her. With the joints23 of her knees like water she sank on the side of the bed, gripping the other with her shaking hands, pulling her down beside her.
“Tell me, tell me,” she implored24. “Why is he dead? Why did he pretend he was you? What was he doing?”
They sat, clinging together, two small huddled25 figures in the gray light. Though the house below was as silent as the tomb they spoke in subdued26 voices, question, answer, surmise27. Each knew a different aspect of the story, brought her own knowledge of Joe’s motives28 and actions. In [Pg 283]that whispered exchange they pieced together the separate facts, combined them in coherent sequence and came to a final enlightenment.
Joe had met his death in his last effort as a police spy, his last effort to get the Parkinson reward. Leaving his room to come down and make ready for his departure, he had heard the voices of Stokes and Sybil in the living-room. Sybil remembered Stokes’ upward look and question about some one moving in the gallery—Joe creeping to concealment29 behind the arch. The nature of their conversation would have held him listening: here was his last opportunity to get the information he sought. He had heard the rendezvous30 in the summer-house. Its open situation offered no hiding-place outside, but knowing that it would be almost dark inside, he had conceived the idea of putting on his Sebastian costume and impersonating Sybil. He probably thought he risked no more than Stokes’ rage, and he also probably thought that he might escape before Stokes had discovered his identity.
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His room was next to Sybil’s. He had heard her come up-stairs and from his window could command the Point. When Shine left it he had gone down, passed the balcony where Stokes was waiting, and hearing his following footsteps, moved with that close imitation of Sybil’s gait to the summer-house. There the dim light and the drooping31 curls of his wig32 enabled him to carry through the deception33. Stokes’ wild speech, followed by the drawing of the pistol, had terrified him. Confronted by a man armed and half-mad, panic had seized him and he had made a rush from the place.
So Joe had died, a body clad in gala dress swirling34 out on currents that would never bring him back. Anne said nothing. She did not feel any special grief, or feeling of any kind. Too much had happened, she was benumbed. She had a vague sense that in some future time, when she had recovered from her dulled and battered35 state, she might be sorry, cry perhaps. Her eyes fell on her hand with Sybil’s clasped around it and the [Pg 285]sight of the linked fingers roused her. They were like a symbol of the intertwined closeness of their lives, so much closer than hers and Joe’s had ever been. That brought her back to Sybil and Sybil’s inexplicable36 actions. She lifted her head and looked at the face beside her:
“But—but—why did you do all this? Hide, not say anything, let them think you were dead?”
“I wanted to get away.”
“Get away! What for—where?”
“To Jim Dallas. I know where he is.”
“You’ve known?”
“For a month. I’ve written him telling him I’d come if I could, if I ever could. Oh, but it’s been hopeless. I was spied on, dogged, followed—” Her voice rose on a hoarse37 note, stopped, and after a scared listening hush, went on whisperingly: “I want to stay dead, never come to life here again. It’s my chance—the only chance I’ll ever have. You’ve found me now and I’ll tell you everything.” And she told Anne the story—the story that no one else has ever heard.
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Since she had received his address the longing38 to join her lover had possessed39 her. She had written she would come, she knew he was waiting for her, but the watch kept upon her made any move impossible. Whatever her anguish40, she could not risk betraying his whereabouts; if it had been only herself she would have dared anything. In this position, growing daily more unbearable41, had suddenly come the means of escape. Tragedy, swift and terrible as a bolt from the blue, had been her opportunity, and she had desperately42 seized it.
From her window, after the interview with Stokes, she had seen Joe, in his Sebastian dress, pass below. She had known it was he because of the costume and was astonished, supposing him already gone. Stokes came into view following him and the disturbing idea seized her that he had mistaken the boy for herself. She had run to the door to go down and end the misapprehension, and then stopped—at close quarters Stokes would see who it was, and to let Joe—evil-tongued [Pg 287]and hostile—discover their rendezvous, was the last thing she wanted. She went back to the window to watch the outcome and saw neither of them. This frightened her—the only place they could have disappeared to was the summer-house. Stokes might say too much before he discovered his mistake, and panic-stricken, she was about to rush out, when Joe ran from the doorway43 and the shot followed.
For a space—she had no idea how long—she was paralyzed, not believing her senses. She remembered moving back into the room and from there she saw Stokes issue from the summer-house and flee to the shelter of the pine wood, that told her what she had seen was real, a murder had been committed under her eyes, and she went to the door to go down. Holding it open she paused on the threshold, heard the voices below, heard Stokes’ entering words and had made a forward step to run down and denounce him, when a sound from outside stopped her. Flora44’s cry that Sybil was killed.
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It was that wild screaming voice that gave her the idea, sent it through her brain like a zigzag45 of lightning. While the people below made their clamorous46 rush from the house, she stood in the doorway, motionless in contemplation of the possibilities that opened before her. The excitement that had shaken her a few minutes earlier died, her mind steadied and cleared, she felt herself uplifted by an invincible47 daring and courage. There was no danger of a recovery of the body for she had heard from Gabriel and Miss Pinkney that bodies carried out on the tide were never found.
Alone on the second floor with little fear of interruption she had gone about her preparations at once. She had taken nothing from her own room but money from her purse (leaving a small amount to avert48 suspicion) the candies from the box on the table, a few crackers49 she had brought up the night before from supper, and a pair of scissors. Then going to Joe’s room she had gathered the clothes he had discarded, lying ready to [Pg 289]her hand on the bed—everything from the shoes to the cap—and stolen out and upward to the top floor. Here she had put on the clothes and cut off her hair—she showed Anne the ends of the yellow curls in her jacket pocket—hiding her own clothes in a box in the store-room.
As to when the police would be summoned and of what their procedure would consist, she knew nothing. Her hope was to escape by the causeway that night. From this Anne had saved her. In her terror of recognition she had kept silent knowing her voice would betray her.
The next day she had been a prey50 to a rising tide of alarm. From behind a curtain she had watched the search of the island and realized a hunt through the top floor must follow. Every sign of her presence was obliterated51 and she studied her surroundings for a hiding-place. The windows, opened half-way to air the rooms, suggested the possibility of a cache outside. Climbing up the wall and extending to the roof was the great wisteria vine, its outspread branches twisted [Pg 290]into ropes and covered with a mantle52 of dense53 foliage54. The main trunk passed close to the window of the room that faced the stair-head, the place where she sat waiting for ascending55 footsteps. When Anne had made her visit, she had heard the first creak of the stairs and crawled out under the raised window. With a foothold on the gutter56 she had slipped behind the curtain of the vine, her hands gripped round its limbs. Even from the garden below she thought it would have been impossible to detect her. Of Anne’s whispered pleadings she had heard nothing; she had supposed the intruder one of the men. When they came up she had had plenty of time to hide for she had heard their footsteps when they came along the hall.
“Sleep!” she said, in answer to Anne’s question. “I never thought of sleep. I was in this room all the time, waiting and listening. I didn’t even dare to lie on the bed for fear I couldn’t get it smooth again. The candies and crackers kept me from being hungry. But when your whole being is on [Pg 291]such a strain you don’t think of those things, you forget your body.”
After the visit of Rawson and Williams she knew the danger of detection increased with every hour. Also the necessity for food could not be denied much longer. The one chance left her was to get away that night, make what she felt would be a last attempt to gain the freedom that meant life to her. The darkness was in her favor and she resolved to slip from the house and cross the bed of the channel below the causeway. She was a good swimmer and though the central stream was deep and swift she was ready to match her strength against it. If she failed—but she hadn’t thought of failure—the goal to be reached was all she saw.
At the foot of the stairs she had hesitated, undecided whether to go by the living-room or the kitchen. Finally she chose the way she knew best, where she was familiar with the disposition57 of the furniture. As the flashlight burst she had made a noiseless rush for the stairs, was in the upper [Pg 292]passage when the women’s doors flew open and Rawson came running along the hall below. The darkness and noise had covered her flight, but in her eyrie on the top floor she had crouched58 at the head of the stairs sick with uncertainty59 and dread60. The concerted shrieks61 of the women had come eerily62 to her—cries of her own name. She guessed then a picture had been taken, they had seen it, and she waited not knowing what was coming. She had stayed there a long time, listening with every sense alert, heard silence gathering63 over the house and then gone back to her place by the window:
“I hadn’t given up, I had the spirit to fight still. But it was so awful not knowing anything, what they were doing, if they’d found out I was alive. And what was I to do—stay here, get out on the island? I couldn’t tell, I was all in the dark, and I felt my nerve weaken for the first time. And then I heard your voice, Anne, ‘I’m coming to help you,’ it said.” She drew back and looked with solemn meaning into the other’s face. “You meant it? You will help me?”
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“Sybil, you know it.”
“There’s only one way you can.”
“Any way.”
“Let me go.”
“Never tell—that you were here—that it wasn’t you?”
“Yes, let me stay dead. Everybody believes it, let them go on believing. It was death, my life since that night when Jim disappeared. It wasn’t worth going on with. Now I can go to him, be with him, there’ll be no one watching Sybil Saunders any more. Even if I looked like myself it would be only the chance resemblance to a murdered woman. And do I look like myself?”
She turned her face to the light, bright now with the coming of the sun. Below the smooth sweep of hair across her forehead it was so changed in its pallor and thinness, so bereft64 of its rounded curves and delicate freshness that it was only a dim reflection of Sybil’s—the face of a way-worn lad in whom the same blood ran.
The havoc65 worked by the suffering that had so transfigured it drove like a knife to Anne’s heart. [Pg 294]She felt the prick66 of tears under her eyelids67 and lowered her head—Sybil gripping at her happiness with the fierce courage of despair, and now Sybil going, breaking all ties, going forever. For a moment she could not speak and the other, thinking her silence meant reluctance68 to agree, caught at her hands, pleading, with breathless urgence:
“They’ve accepted everything—it’s all explained and ended. Joe has gone, dropped out of sight. Boys of his kind do that, do something they’re ashamed of and disappear. What good would it do Stokes or Bassett or the police to know it was Joe who was killed? It’s not lies, it’s not being false to any one, it’s only to keep silent and let me go. Oh, Anne, we’ve been real friends, we’ve loved each other— Love me enough to let me be happy.”
The rim69 of the sun slipped above the distant sea line and sent a ray of brilliant light through the window. It touched their seated figures and lay rosy70 on Anne’s face as she raised it.
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“Go,” she said softly. “Go. I’ll never tell—I’ll keep that promise as long as I live.”
She could stay no longer, the house would be waking soon. There was a rapid interchange of last injunctions, information for Sybil’s safety. To-night at low tide she would cross on the causeway. Every evidence of her occupation would be removed and with this in mind she took her Viola dress from its hiding-place and gave it to Anne. No one, ransacking71 the top floor at Gull Island would ever find a trace of her.
At the head of the stairs they clung together for a moment—a life-long good-by. There was no time for last words and they had no need of any. It was too solemn a farewell for speech. They were like shipwrecked comrades parted by tempest, Anne to find a haven72, Sybil to ride forth73 on unknown seas, rapt and dauntless, following her star.
That night was cloudy—great black banks passing across the heavens. At times they broke and through serene74 open spaces the moon rode, [Pg 296]silvering the sea, turning the pools and streamlets of the channel bed to a shining tracery. A boy’s figure that had started across the causeway in the dark, was caught in one of these transitory gleams, a flitting shadow on the straight bright path. It stood out in sharp silhouette75, running on the slippery stones, then clouds swept across the moon and in the darkness it gained the shore and the sheltering trees. Padding light-footed on the wayside grass, it skirted the edge of the village.
Dogs scented76 its passage and broke out barking; the sound following its progress till the houses were passed and the road stretched on between quiet fields to the railway.
Some people heard the dogs—light-sleeping villagers who turned and wondered if a tramp was about and lapsed77 into comfortable slumber78. In the stillness of the room where Stokes lay unconscious, drawing toward the hour of deliverance, the barking sounded loud and insistent79. The [Pg 297]nurse was disturbed by it and went to the window and looked out, but Flora never heard it. Anne did and sat up in bed following it along the edge of the village till it died on the outskirts80.
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