Crowds of people came from all parts of the country to view the scene of the crime, and, if possible, to gain a glimpse of Jen and David, who as relatives--as it might be said--of the deceased were notorious for the time being; but thanks to the presence of the police and the vigilance of Jaggard, the morbid2 crowd of sight-seers were unable to gratify their curiosity. The two men remained in seclusion3, and saw no one save Dr. Etwald. A sympathetic message arrived from Mrs. Dallas, which, considering the way she had behaved toward Maurice, the major regarded as a gratuitous4 insult.
"Can't she let the poor man rest in his grave?" said Jen, wrathfully. "It is all through her opposition5 to the match that this has come about!"
"Oh, you can't say that, Uncle Jen," remonstrated6 David.
"Yes, I can, sir. If Maurice had not been prevented from seeing Isabella, there would have been no necessity for him to call on Etwald at Deanminster; and if he had not done that he would not have been on the high road in the night to meet with his death. Mrs. Dallas and her infernal negress are at the bottom of the whole accursed business."
Of course this was mere7 raving8 on the part of Jen, who had no reason to connect either woman with the crime; but the poor man was beside himself with grief at the loss of Maurice, and hardly knew what he was saying. Being in this frame of mind he was by no means pleased when shortly after the delivery of Mrs. Dallas' message Dido made her appearance with a request for a personal interview.
"I shan't see that black witch," cried the poor major. "David--Etwald, send her away."
"I wouldn't if I were you, major!" said Etwald, judiciously9; "she might be the bearer of valuable information, likely to lead to the detection of Alymer's assassin."
"Then let her see the police, sir, although I don't agree with you. She is not the woman to put a rope round her own neck--black as it is."
"But surely, Uncle Jen, you don't look upon her as the guilty person!"
"How do I know who is guilty?" snapped Jen. "I wish I did! I'd hang him or her. But this black wretch10 and her confounded mistress have to do with the death of my poor boy, I am certain."
"I doubt it. But will you see Dido or shall I send her away?"
"Yes--no--yes. That is, I don't wish to see her. Ask her what she wants, David."
David left the room and remained absent for some time. On his return he stated that Dido had come with a message from Isabella, and that she refused to deliver it to anyone save the major. Seeing that the negress was thus insistent11, and wondering what Miss Dallas might want with him at so painful a time, Jen yielded, and Dido was admitted into the library. She looked taller, more massive, and more sullen12 than ever, and though she trembled at the sight of Dr. Etwald--who, by the way, kept his dark eyes studiously fixed13 on her--she was fairly composed when she addressed the major.
"My lil missy want you, sar," said Dido, going straight to the point.
"What does she want to see me about?" asked Jen, coldly.
"I no know, massa. She weep! She ill! She make terrible bobbery, dat poo' girl. Massa, come an' see my lil missy dis day."
"I can't at present. The police are in the house; there is a lot to be attended to. Tell your mistress, Dido, that I will see her to-morrow."
"She want you to-day," insisted Dido, obstinately14.
"I have given you the message," said Jen, sharply. "Tell her I'll see her to-morrow. And now, Dido, I want to know what you have to do with this crime?"
"I, massa! Ole Dido she do nuffin. Massa Maurice he die Voodoo! Oh, yes."
"By that devil-stick poison?"
"Me don't know what debble-stick is. I no touch him."
It was clearly impossible to learn anything from so obstinate15 a creature, so Jen repeated that he would call upon Isabella on the morrow, and dismissed the negress. As she left the room Dr. Etwald followed her, and on his return mentioned casually16 that he had been giving Dido some instructions as to what was to be done with Isabella.
"The girl is nervously17 excited," he explained; "and now that she has sustained this shock of Mr. Alymer's death there is no knowing what complications may ensue."
"No; but I fancy her reason is."
Here Jen looked suddenly at Etwald, and recalled the dinner at which the doctor had read the dead man's hand. Then he had prophesied19 ill of Maurice--an ill which it would seem had been fulfilled. Now, with equal curtness20, he was prognosticating evil for Isabella. Vexed21 at such croakings, Jen spoke22 abruptly23:
"You are a prophet of evil, Etwald," said he. "First my poor Maurice, now Miss Dallas."
"As to that," replied Etwald, with deliberation, "I foretell24 that Miss Dallas may get ill from perfectly25 natural signs. She was in love with Alymer; she is of a highly excitable and nervous character, so it is easy to know that unless great care is exercised her brain may be affected26."
"But with regard to Maurice?"
"Quite a different thing. I read in his hand that he would be subject to a state of life in death."
"Which, as we guessed, meant paralysis27 or catalepsy," said David. "But, as you see, poor Maurice is dead. Your prophecy was false."
"It would seem so," he assented29. "Mr. Aylmer is dead, as you say; so the term life in death can not be applied30 to his present state of non-existence. But you will admit that I foretold31 that evil would happen to him if he decided32 to marry Miss Dallas. It has turned out as I thought."
"True, doctor," remarked Jen, keeping his eyes fixed upon the swart face of the other, "and is that all you have to say?"
"All? What else do you expect me to say?" demanded Etwald, coldly.
"Say who you think killed Maurice."
"That is beyond my powers."
"Then who stole the devil-stick?"
"I can't answer that question either," said the doctor, taking up his hat. "A detective may be able to assist you on those points. Engage one."
"No," said Jen, linking David by the arm, "we don't need aid from the law to learn who killed Maurice and avenge33 his death. David and myself will find the guilty person."
"Really! I hope you will succeed. But a case like this requires a trained intelligence such as you will find in a detective. Of course you may command my services, major, but I am afraid you will not succeed."
"That we shall see," retorted the major, vexed by the sarcasm36, and thereupon gave Etwald to understand by look and manner that he wished to be alone with David. When the doctor had taken himself off, and was walking past the library windows toward the curve of the avenue where it ran into the woods, Jen looked after him with a lowering face, and laid an inquiring finger on David's arm.
"Do you trust that man, my boy?" he asked, gravely.
"No," returned Sarby, after a pause. "I think he is a bad lot."
"I am sure of it, and what's more," added Jen, nodding, "it is my opinion that he knows who killed Maurice, if indeed he did not do it himself."
David shook his head.
"I don't think so," said he, with conviction. "Why should he kill Maurice?"
"The lad was his rival."
"Mine also, major. Yet you don't suspect me of the deed."
"God forbid that my heart should harbor so ill a thought," cried Jen, with natural horror. "But I tell you what, David. We must sift37 this affair to the bottom. Maurice is dead, his assassin is at large, so we must catch him."
"Him, Uncle Jen?"
"Or her," added the major. "For all I know that black witch may have something to do with the crime. Likely enough, if she knows how to manipulate the devil-stick."
"But she denied knowledge of the devil-stick."
"Lies, lies, lies!" said Jen, scornfully. "If I could only--but enough of this for the time being," he added, abruptly. "We will talk of these things on a more fitting occasion."
The hours dragged heavily along in that house of mourning. The body of the dead man lay in the little chamber38 which looked out upon the laurel-encircled lawn. It was covered with a white sheet, the hands were folded upon the breast, and flowers had been laid thereon by the major. Over the face a handkerchief had been thrown, as the once handsome features were so discolored as to be absolutely repulsive39 to the sight. There was something terrible in the rigidity40 of the long form, stretched out so stiffly under the sheet. In the chamber candles were burning, and Jaggard was watching near the corpse41. He was to watch throughout the night.
On the morrow the post-mortem examination was to take place, and the inspector42 of police at Deanminster had left a man in the house to look after the interests of justice. As yet the inspector--no very gifted man at the most--was doubtful of the proper course to pursue. A crime had been committed; the victim was a well-known gentleman; so here, if anywhere, was a chance of his covering himself with glory by discovering the assassin. But Arkel--the inspector in question--had only experience in bucolic43 crimes of the rick-burning order, or, at the worst, the poker44 murders of laborers45. The subtlety46 with which this deed had been accomplished47 baffled him. He could not grasp the idea of the devil-stick, or even take in the mode of the death. If Arkel were to be the avenger48 of Alymer's death the assassin ran an excellent chance of getting off scot free.
David retired49 early to bed, as he was quite worn out with the anxieties of the day; but Jen was too grieved to sleep. He remained in the library, thinking over his great loss and wondering what wretch could have taken that young life. Toward twelve o'clock he went to the kitchen and had a short conversation with the policeman, who was a stupid, bucolic youth with no more brains than a pumpkin50. Afterward51 he sought the chamber of death to see that Jaggard was not sleeping at his post. Finally, like the good old soldier he was, Jen went round the house to satisfy himself that the windows and doors were bolted and barred. All these things done, he returned to the library.
At first he read and smoked, then he paced up and down, thinking of his dead lad, and finally, as the hands of the clock drew to midnight, he threw himself into a chair, and worn out in body and in mind, the old man slept profoundly. Hour after hour passed in silence; the moon set and the night grew darker, as the wind rose and moaned through the woods round the house. Save the muttering of the breeze and the ticking of the clock not a sound was to be heard in that silent room wherein Jen slept heavily.
Suddenly he woke with a start. Somebody was rapping gently on the shutters52 of the middle window. Glancing at the clock, Jen saw that it was three in the morning, and wondering who could be outside at so untimely an hour, he rose to open the window. With care, begotten53 by old experience, he picked up his revolver and held it ready while unbolting the window shutters. When they were thrown open he saw a white figure with outstretched hands standing54 before the window.
"Good Lord, Miss Dallas! You here? At this hour!"
"Yes, yes," whispered the girl, stepping into the room. "I got out of my bedroom window and escaped from my mother and Dido. I want to see Maurice."
"But if you--"
"Maurice! Maurice!" interrupted the girl, wildly. "Take me to the dead chamber."
Seeing from her looks that she was too distraught to be argued with, Jen led her out of the library and into the dead man's room. Then he uttered a cry, which was echoed by a wild shriek55 from the girl.
The bed was empty--the corpse was gone.
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