"What is it, sir?" he asked, saluting1 Jen even in that moment of anxiety. "I heard an awful cry, sir, and came arter you."
Jen pointed2 to the corpse3 but said nothing. Jaggard, ignorant of the truth, bent4 down to place a hand upon the dead man's heart. Then he saw and recognized the face.
"Mr. Maurice! God, sir, what does this mean?" he cried, aghast with sudden horror.
"It means murder, Jaggard!" replied Jen in a hollow voice which he hardly recognized as his own. "Mr. Maurice went to Deanminster before dinner, and now--" the major pointed again to the remains5.
"Murder!" echoed Jaggard, his ruddy face growing pale. "And who, sir--"
"I don't know--I can't say!" interrupted his master, impatiently. "Go and get the men to bring down a stretcher for the body, and send the groom6 for Dr. Etwald."
"Ain't it too late, sir?"
"Do as I tell you," said Jen, so fiercely that Jaggard did not dare to disobey, but ran off, leaving the major alone with his dead.
The road which ran past "Ashantee" toward The Wigwam was lonely even in the daytime, and at this hour of the night--for it was close upon nine o'clock--it was quite deserted7. Not a person was in sight, although the major could see up and down the road for a considerable distance, owing to the bright moonlight. He raised Maurice--or rather all that remained of Maurice--in his arms, and placed the body on the soft grass by the wayside. Then he sat down and began to think out the reason for the committal of this cowardly crime.
That it was a crime he was certain, for there was no reasonable idea to suppose that Maurice had committed suicide. He had left for Deanminster hardly three hours before, full of health and spirits; and now he was dead. A dead body, a lonely road--all the evidence of an atrocious assassination8 having been committed, and not one trace of the assassin. Undoubtedly9 the twice-uttered cry had come from Maurice, and as Jen had raced out of the house after the first time he heard it, he must have reached his boy almost immediately after he died; before, so to speak, the body had time to grow cold. Yet the strange part of the affair was that the body was cold, and that there did not seem to be any wound whereby the murder could have been achieved.
"I am taking too much for granted," muttered Major Jen, passing his hand across his brow, "Maurice may not have been killed after all. It is Etwald and his horrible prophecies which have put the idea into my head. Let me have a look at the poor lad's body."
In the bright moonlight he carefully examined the body, but could find no trace of any wound, until he came to the right hand. Here, in the palm, he saw a ragged11 rent clotted12 with blood, but it was a mere13 scratch not likely to have caused death, unless poison were--. Here Major Jen uttered an oath, and rose to his feet with a new and terrible idea in his brain.
"The devil-stick, by heaven!" he said aloud.
Again he bent down and examined the face and hands. Both were swollen14 and discolored; he tore open the shirt at the neck, and saw that the young man's breast was all distended15 and bloated. Undoubtedly the cause of death was blood-poisoning, and the devil-stick had been the instrument used to effect the deed. But here the problem proposed itself: Who had killed Maurice? The person who had stolen the devil-stick! Who had stolen the devil-stick? The person who--Major Jen came to an abrupt16 pause. He could think for the moment of no answer to that question; but it is only fair to say that, dazed by the terrible occurrence of his dear lad's death, Jen had not his wits about him.
While he was still considering the affair in a confused manner Jaggard reappeared with the men from "Ashantee" carrying a stretcher. While they placed the body of Maurice thereon, the groom bound for Deanminster passed them driving the dogcart, and Major Jen stopped the man to tell him that at all risk he was to bring back Dr. Etwald with him. Jaggard wondered at this, for Maurice--poor lad--was beyond all earthly aid--but Jen was thinking of a certain person who might have committed the crime, and he wished for the aid of Dr. Etwald to capture that person. In the meantime the necessities of the case called for the immediate10 removal of the body to "Ashantee."
It was a melancholy17 procession which bore the body up to the house. Four men carried the bier--for it was nothing else since it bore the dead body of a young man--and behind came Major Jen bowed to the ground with sorrow. He could hardly believe that Maurice was dead--that he had perished upon a lonely country road by an unknown hand. But that was the question! Jen began to think the assassin was not unknown; that he had a clew to find the guilty one; and he waited the coming of Dr. Etwald with great impatience18 to see what his opinion was regarding the course to be pursued.
In due time Etwald arrived, for the groom had been fortunate enough to find him at home. On hearing of the affair he expressed the deepest concern, and putting all other business on one side he came back to "Ashantee" in the dogcart. Before seeing Jen, he went up to Alymer's room, and examined the body of the unfortunate young man. Having satisfied himself so far as he was able, without making a post-mortem examination, he came down to the library where Jen awaited him.
"Well, Etwald," cried the major, when he saw the tall form of the doctor at the door, "have you seen him?"
"I have seen it," corrected Etwald, with professional calmness, "the poor fellow is dead, major--dead from blood-poisoning."
"I knew it; I guessed it--the devil-stick."
"That may be," rejoined Etwald, taking a seat, "but I can not be sure. You see neither you nor I know anything of the poison which was in the handle of that African instrument. It--"
"But what are you talking of?" broke in Jen, impetuously. "You say that my poor boy died from blood-poisoning. How else could he have come by that, save through being touched or struck with the devil-stick? No one in the neighborhood was likely to possess any weapon likely to corrupt19 the blood. If Maurice had been stabbed, or shot, or if his head had been smashed in, I could understand the crime--or rather the motive20 for the crime--better; but as it is, the person who stole the devil-stick must have killed him."
"And who stole the devil-stick?" asked Etwald, coolly. "If I forget not, major, you asked me the other day if I did."
"Yes, but I was wrong; I made a mistake."
"A mistake that under the present dispensation of things might prove awkward for me," said Etwald. "I was no friend to the dead man; I did not like him, nor he me. We both loved the same woman--we were rivals. What then so easy as for you to say--for a jury to believe--that I had stolen the devil-stick and killed Mr. Alymer, so as to get him out of my way."
"I never thought of such a thing," protested Jen. "I do not suspect you."
"Then whom do you suspect?" asked Etwald, fixing his dark eyes on the major.
"Dido--the negress, of Mrs. Dallas!"
Etwald shook his head and smiled.
"But that is ridiculous," said he. "The commission of a crime presupposes a motive. Now what motive had Dido to kill your friend?"
"She hated Maurice, and she did not want him to marry Miss Dallas."
"Neither did I, if I remember rightly," said Etwald, dryly, "Besides, Dido--as you proved--did not steal the devil-stick. However, if you are suspicious of her, go over to-morrow and see Mrs. Dallas. It will be as well to be sure of your ground before making a public affair of it. By the way, I suppose you will have a detective down from London, to sift21 the affair to the bottom?"
"I don't know; I'm not sure."
"I should if I were you. Mr. Sarby is in London. Why not wire up to him to bring down a clever man from Scotland Yard?"
"If I thought that--. But," added Jen, breaking off, "how did you know that David was in London?"
"Oh!" rejoined Etwald, quietly, "Mr. Alymer told me so to-night."
"To-night!" echoed Jen, starting up. "You saw Maurice to-night?"
"Certainly! About an hour and a half before he was murdered."
"At Deanminster?"
"At my house at Deanminster," replied the doctor with great deliberation.
"So it was you whom he went to see on business to-night?"
"I don't know if you call it business," he said, after a pause. "I asked Mr. Alymer to call and see me, and sent the message by that tramp named Battersea."
"I remember his coming. Go on, please."
"Mr. Alymer called, as I said," continued Etwald, "And then I told him that Miss Dallas was ill from being prevented by her mother from seeing him. That I was sorry for the poor young lady, and that I gave up my position as a rival. In fact," added the doctor, "I advised Mr. Alymer to see Miss Dallas and marry her as soon as he could."
"But why did you wish to act in this generous manner?"
"For the very simple reason that Miss Dallas is of a delicate and nervous constitution," said Etwald. "If she does not marry Mr. Alymer, with whom she is in love, she may die. I quite forget that I should speak in the past tense now, major. Mr. Alymer is dead, and Miss Dallas may pine away of grief. It was to prevent such a catastrophe23 from occurring that I surrendered my claim to her hand."
"Very generous of you indeed," said Jen, ironically; "but I do not see why you should behave in such a noble manner when you were so much in love with the girl."
"It is for that reason that I changed my mind. As you know I have been attending upon Mrs. Dallas this week, and I saw plainly enough that my case was hopeless; that the girl was dying to marry Alymer. Besides," added Etwald, carelessly, "the mother was not on my side."
"She wants Isabella to marry David."
"So I hear; and he is in town, as Mr. Alymer told me to-night. But what are you going to do about the matter, major?"
"Give notice to the police."
"There will be a post-mortem, of course," said Etwald, carelessly.
"But there must be," insisted Etwald, cruelly. "Alymer died of poison, and it must be proved that such was the case. Then we may learn if he perished from the poison of the devil-stick. Afterward25 you must get a detective to search for the person who stole it from your smoking-room. Once he or she is found, and the assassin of your poor friend will be in custody26."
"'He or she,'" repeated Jen, slowly. "Dido I mentioned; but 'he!' who is 'he?'"
"Ah, that is what we wish to find out," said the doctor, gravely. "But how do I know? Battersea may be the thief."
"The thief and the murderer!"
"Well, no, major. On second thought I do not think it is wise to couple those two words as yet. The thief may not be the murderer, and--but what can I say?" broke off Etwald, suddenly. "As yet we know nothing. It is late, now, major, and I must get back. Shall I give information to the police?"
"If you will be so kind," said the major, listlessly, and he let the doctor go away without another word.
All through that long night he knelt beside the bed upon which lay the corpse of the man whom he had loved as a son. The bedroom of Maurice was on the ground floor and the windows looked out onto a little lawn, which was girdled by thick trees in which the nightingales were singing. The sorrowful songs of the birds, flitting in the moonlight and amid the cloistral27 dusk of the trees, seemed to Jen like a requiem28 over the young life which had passed away. The major was broken-hearted by the sorrow which had come upon him, and when he issued from the chamber29 of death he looked years older than when he entered it. It seemed to his big loving heart as though the woman he loved had died anew in the person of her son.
Fortunately he was not forced to sorrow alone; toward midday David arrived from town, filled with grief and surprise at the untimely end of Maurice. He found the major in the library, and grasped him by the hand with genuine sorrow.
"My poor uncle," he said in a low voice. "I cannot tell you what I feel. Etwald telegraphed to me the first thing in the morning, and I came down by the earliest train there was. Poor Maurice!--and we parted in anger."
"More's the pity," sighed Jen, leaning upon the shoulder of Sarby; "but you cherish no anger in your heart now?"
"God forbid, sir!"
David spoke30 so fervidly31 that Jen saw plainly he meant what he said. The massive face of the young man looked worn and haggard in the searching light of the morning, and whatever enmity the love of the same woman had sown between him and the dead, it was not to be denied that he was suffering cruelly from remorse32 at their unhappy difference. Jen was sorry, but even in his own grief he could not forbear a stab.
"You can marry Isabella now," he said, bitterly.
"No!" said David, faintly, turning his face away. "At least not yet."
The major looked at him for a moment or two, then, with a new idea in his head, he took David by the hand and led him into the chamber of death.
"Swear," said he, "that you will not marry Isabella Dallas until you have discovered and punished the murderer of Maurice."
David swore.
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