The woman clung to him tremulously. "I did not know it would be so hard to leave him," she murmured. "I hate him, and yet it was hard. He is so wretched; and he is all alone. What will he do now? He kept saying that he loved me and asking me to love him, and to call him d.i.c.k; and ... he made me kiss him. Oh, Archie, I feel that kiss beneath all yours. I shall always feel it!"
"No, this shall make you forget it--"
"Hush! I hear something!"
"You are nervous--"
"Ah! look! It is he. Now G.o.d have mercy!"
Sir Archibald looked; and there, indeed, stood the tall figure of the Honorable Richard Pennroyal, without his hat, and with an expression on his face that was a living curse to behold. And yet that face smiled and bowed with a hideous politeness.
"Good-evening, Sir Archibald. Will you permit me to inquire whether you are armed?"
Sir Archibald put his hand within his vest, and drew out a pistol.
"Ah, that comes in very conveniently. Now, let us see. Mrs. Pennroyal, since you are my wife, perhaps you will be good enough to give us the word?--No, she insists upon fainting. Well, then, we must manage the best way we can. But let me entreat you to take your aim carefully, my dear Sir Archibald, for if you miss it will involve unpleasant consequences for Mrs. Pennroyal as well as for yourself. Now, I will toss up this pebble, and when it strikes the surface of the water we will fire. Is it agreed?
Here goes, then."
He had the pebble in his hand, and was in act to toss it, when the baronet, breaking silence for the first time, said:
"Mr. Pennroyal, I am willing that this should go no further."
"Scoundrel and coward!" snarled the other, his deadly fury breaking in a moment through the thin mockery of courtesy; "come up then, and be shot like the cur you are!"
There could be no more words. Sir Archibald raised his pistol; his antagonist threw the pebble high in the air, and as it smote the smooth surface of the pool in its descent, both pulled trigger. Richard Pennroyal"s weapon missed fire; Sir Archibald"s bullet pa.s.sed through his enemy"s heart; he swayed backward and forward for a moment, and then fell on his face, hurling his pistol as he fell at the prostrate figure of his wife, who lay huddled on the ground; but it flew wide, and struck Sir Archibald on the temple. Before the ripples caused by the pebble"s fall had died away, Pennroyal had ceased to live.
Mrs. Pennroyal was still apparently insensible, but as Sir Archibald approached her she partly raised herself up, and looked first at him and then at the dead body.
"It was not worth while," she said.
"It"s done," he murmured. "Are you hurt?"
"What shall we do?"
"We must get back to Malmaison."
"We cannot leave him here."
Sir Archibald bent over the body of his enemy, and turned the face upward.
It wore a calm and happy expression.
"I will sink him in the pool," he said. "His will not be the first dead body that has lain there."
He stooped accordingly, and getting his hands beneath the arms of the corpse, dragged it to one of the flights of steps that led down to the water. Kate sat watching him with her hands clasped in her lap. She heard a splashing sound and a ripple. Sir Archibald came back, picked up the pistol, and flung it also into the pool.
"The water will freeze to-night," he said, "and the fishes will do the rest. Now, come!"
In a secret chamber at Malmaison lamps were burning softly in a dozen sconces of burnished silver round the walls. Their light fell on luxurious furniture, fit for the boudoir of a lovely and n.o.ble lady. The broad-backed ebony chairs were upholstered in delicate blue damask; clips and salvers of chased gold stood on the inlaid cabinet; the floor was covered with richly-tinted Persian rugs and soft-dressed furs; a warm fire glowed on the hearth, and upon the table was set out a supper such as might have awakened an appet.i.te in a Roman epicure. A tall mirror, at the farther end of the room, reflected back the lights and the color and the sparkle, while in a niche at one side stood rigidly upright an antique suit of armor, its gauntlets seeming to rest meditatively upon the hilt of its sword, while from between the closed bars of the helmet one might fancy that the dark spirit of its former inmate was gazing grimly forth upon all this splendor and luxury, and pa.s.sing a ghastly jest thereon. But it was as fair and comfortable a scene as perhaps this world can show, and well calculated to make the sternest ascetic in love with life.
Through the ma.s.sive oaken door, clamped with polished steel bands, entered now two pallid and haggard persons--a man and a woman. The light striking on their eyes made them blink and look aside. The man led the woman to the fire, and seated her upon a low chair; and taking a blue satin coverlid from the bed in the recess, he folded it tenderly round her shoulders. She scarcely seemed to notice where she was, or what was being done; she sat with her eyes and face fixed, shivering now and then, and with her mind apparently preoccupied with some ugly recollection. The man then went to the table and poured out a gla.s.s of wine, and held it to the woman"s lips, and after a little resistance she drank some of it.
"You are as safe here," said he, "as if you were in an island of the South Sea. I will see that you want for nothing while you have to remain here."
"What is the use?" she asked, with a kind of apathetic peevishness.
"Before long we shall be able to go away," he continued. "My darling, don"t be disheartened. All our happiness is to come."
"I can never forget it," she said, with a shiver. "What is the use? I can never get away from him now. Do you think the water is frozen yet?"
"You must not think of that at all. When you are warm, and have drunk some wine, you will not feel this nervousness. Nothing has been done that is worth regretting, or that could have been helped. Kate, I love you more than ever."
"What is the use?" she repeated, in a dull tone. "It was not worth while."
There was a pause.
"I must leave you for a few minutes," he said gently. "It is necessary that I should show myself to Lady Malmaison and to the servants. No one knows that I have left the house. By the time I come back you will have got warm, and we will sup together. Don"t be downhearted, my darling."
He bent forward to kiss her. With a sudden gesture of aversion she pushed him back. "There is blood upon your forehead!" she said, in a sharp whisper.
"Only a scratch--I had forgotten it," he answered, trying to smile. "Well, then, in half an hour, at the utmost, we will meet again."
She made no rejoinder; and, after standing a moment looking down at her, he turned and went out. He closed the oaken door behind him, and locked it, then felt his way along the stone pa.s.sage, and let himself out by the concealed entrance. He put the silver rod in its receptacle beneath the floor, and walked toward the room adjoining. On the threshold of that room he paused a moment, leaning against the door-post. A sensation of sluggish weariness had come over him; his head felt full and heavy. He roused himself presently, and went on trying to remember whither he was going. By the time he had reached the top of the great staircase, the idea that he was in search of seemed to have come to him. He descended the stairs and went directly to Lady Malmaison"s room. It was then about eleven o"clock.
The good lady was playing cards with her companion, her spaniel sleeping on her knees. She looked up in astonishment, for Sir Archibald seldom honored her with a visit.
"Mamma," said he, going up to her chair, and standing there awkwardly, "where is Kate?"
"My son! what has happened?"
"Was she married to-day?" pursued the baronet, in an aggrieved tone.
Lady Malmaison and the companion exchanged a terrified glance.
"I think it is very unkind, then," declared the young man, reproachfully; "for Richard promised me I should be groomsman--and now they have gone and got married while I was asleep. It was unkind of Kate, and I don"t love her; but I don"t believe it was Richard"s fault, because he is good, and I love him."
"Ring the bell, Simpson," said Lady Malmaison, in a broken voice, "and tell them to send for Dr. Rollinson."
XIII.
During all the months of consternation, speculation, and vague hue-and-cry that followed the mysterious disappearance of the Honorable Mr. and Mrs.
Pennroyal, it never for one moment occurred to any one to suggest any connection between that unexplained circ.u.mstance and the equally curious but unpertinent fact that poor Sir Archibald had "gone daft" once more.