"What shall I do--these cannot be all mine? the flowers did not cost half so much."
"No matter," was the cheerful reply; "she gave it to you. It is her way; keep it."
The child still hesitated.
"If you think it is not all right, say so when you bring back the purse," said the maid, good naturedly. "Who knows but it may prove a fairy gift? I"m sure her presents often do."
Julia was not quite convinced, even by this kind prophecy. Still, she had no choice but obedience, and so, bidding pretty Rosanna a gentle good night, she stole through the boudoir and away through the front entrance, for she knew of no other; and folding her shawl closer, as she encountered crowds of brilliantly dressed people she pa.s.sed through the vestibule.
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE FORGED CHECK.
Secure in undiscovered crime The callous soul grows bold at length.
Stern justice sometimes bides her time, But strikes at last with double strength.
Leicester went to the Astor House after his marriage, for though he had accepted an invitation to Mrs. Gordon"s fancy ball, which was turning the fashionable world half crazy, matters more important demanded his attention. Premeditating a crime which might bring its penalty directly upon his own person, he had made arrangements to evade all possible chance of this result, by embarking at once for Europe with his falsely married bride. In order to prepare funds for this purpose, the project for which Robert Otis had been so long in training, had been that day put in action. The old copy-book, with its ma.s.s of evidence, was, as he supposed, safe in Robert"s apartment. The check, forged with marvellous accuracy, which we have seen placed in his letter case, pa.s.sed that morning into the hands of his premeditated victim, and at night the youth was to meet him with the money. Thus everything seemed secure.
True, his own hands had signed the check, but Robert had presented it at the bank, _he_ would draw the money. When the fraud became known, _his_ premises would be searched, and there was the old copy-book bearing proofs of such practice in penmanship as would condemn any one. Over and over again might the very signature of that forged check be found in the pages of this book, on sc.r.a.ps of loose paper, and even on other checks bearing the same imprint, and on the same paper. With proof so strong against the youth, how was suspicion to reach Leicester? Would the simple word of an accused lad be taken? And what other evidence existed?
None--none. It was a fiendishly woven plot, and at every point seemed faultless. Still Leicester was ill at ease. The consciousness that the act of this day had placed him within possible reach of the law, was unpleasant to a man in whom prudence almost took the place of conscience. The hour had arrived, but Robert was not at Leicester"s chamber when he returned. This made the evil-doer anxious and restless.
He walked the room, he leaned from the window and looked out upon the crowd below. He drank off gla.s.s after gla.s.s of wine, and for once suffered all the fierce tortures of dread and suspense which he had so ruthlessly inflicted on others.
At this time Robert Otis was in the building, waiting for Jacob Strong.
That strange personage came at last, but more agitated than Robert had ever seen him. Well he might be; an hour before he had left Leicester"s wretched bride but half conscious of her misery, and making heart-rending struggles to disbelieve the wrong that had been practised upon her. In an hour more he was to conduct her where she would learn all the sorrow of her destiny. Jacob had a feeling heart, and these thoughts gave him more pain than any one would have deemed possible.
"Here is the money; go down at once and give it to him; I heard his step in the chamber," he said, addressing Robert. "The count is correct, I drew it myself from the bank this morning."
"Tell me, is this money yours?" questioned the youth, "I would do nothing in the dark."
"You are right, boy; no, the money is not mine, I am not worth half the sum. I have no time for a long story, but there is one--a lady, rich beyond anything you ever dreamed of--who takes a deep interest in this bad man."
"What, Florence--Miss Craft?" exclaimed Robert.
"No, an older and still more n.o.ble victim. I had but to tell her the money would be used for him, and, behold, ten thousand dollars--the sum he thought enough to pay for your eternal ruin. My poor nephew!"
"Nephew, did you say, nephew, Jacob?"
"Yes, call me Jacob--Jacob Strong--Uncle Jacob--call me anything you like, for I have loved you, I have tried you--kiss me! kiss me! I haven"t had you in my arms since you were a baby--and I want something to warm my heart. I never thought it could ache as it has to-night."
"Uncle Jacob--my mother"s only brother--I do not understand it, but to know this is enough!"
The youth flung himself upon Jacob"s bosom, and for a moment was almost crushed in those huge arms.
"Now that has done me lots of good!" exclaimed the uncle, brushing a tear from his eyes with the cuff of his coat, a school-boy habit that came back with the first powerful home feeling. "Now go down and feed the serpent with this money. You won"t be afraid to mind me now."
"No, if you were to order me to jump out of the window I would do it."
"You might, you might, for I would be at the bottom to catch you in my arms! Here is the money, I will be in the drawing-room as a witness: it won"t be the first time, I can tell you."
Leicester started and turned pale, even to his lips, as Robert entered his chamber, for a sort of nervous dread possessed him; and in order to escape from this, his anxiety to obtain means of leaving the country became intense. He looked keenly at Robert, but waited for him to speak.
The youth was also pale, but resolute and self-possessed.
"The bank was closed before I got there," he said, in a quiet, business tone, placing a small leathern box on the table, and unlocking it, "but I found a person who was willing to negotiate the check. He will not want the money at once, and so it saves him the trouble of making a deposit."
Leicester could with difficulty suppress the exclamation of relief that sprang to his lips, as Robert opened the box, revealing it half full of gold; but remembering that any exhibition of pleasure would be out of place, he observed, with apparent composure--
"You have counted it, I suppose? Were you obliged to exchange bills with any of the brokers, as I directed, to get the gold?"
"No, it was paid as you see it," answered the youth, moving toward the door; for his heart so rose against the man, that he could not force himself to endure the scene a moment longer than was necessary.
"Stay, take the box with you," said Leicester, pouring the gold into a drawer of his desk; "I will not rob you of that."
Robert understood the whole; a faint smile curved his lip, and taking the box, he went out.
"No evidence--nothing but pure gold," muttered Leicester, exultingly, as he closed the drawer. "It is well for you, my young friend, that the holder of that precious doc.u.ment does not wish to present his check at once. Liberty is sweet to the young, and this secures a few more days of its enjoyment for you--and for me! Ah, there everything happens most fortunately. Why, a good steamer will put us half over the Atlantic before this little mistake is suspected."
Leicester was a changed man after this; his spirits rose with unnatural exhilaration.
"Now for this grand ball," he said aloud, surveying his fine person in the gla.s.s. "Surely a man"s wedding garments ought to be fancy dress enough. Another pair of gloves, though. This comes of temptation. I must finger the gold, forsooth."
The ruthless man smiled, and muttered these broken fragments of thought, as he took off the scarcely soiled gloves, and replaced them with a pair still more spotlessly white. He was a long time fitting them on his hand. He fastidiously rearranged other portions of his dress. All sense of the great fraud, that ought to have borne his soul to the earth, had left him when the gold appeared. You could see, by his broken words, how completely lighter fancies had replaced the black deed.
"This Mrs. Gordon--I wonder if she really is the creature they represent her to be. If it were not for this voyage to Europe, now, one might--no, no, there is no chance now; but I"ll have a sight at her."
Thus muttering and smiling, Leicester left the hotel.
The evening was very beautiful, and Leicester always loved to enter a fashionable drawing-room after the guests had a.s.sembled. He reflected that a quiet walk would bring him to Mrs. Gordon"s mansion about the time he thought most desirable, and sauntered on, resolved, at any rate, not to reach his destination too early. But sometimes he fell into thought, and then his pace became unconsciously hurried. He reached the upper part of the city earlier than he had intended, and had taken out his watch before a lighted window, to convince himself of the time, when a timid voice addressed him--
"Sir, will you please tell me the name of this street?"
He turned, and saw the little girl whom he had forced to become a witness to his marriage. She shrunk back, terrified, on recognizing him.
"I did not know--I did not mean it," she faltered out.
"What, have you lost your way?" said Leicester, in a voice that made her shiver, though it was low and sweet enough.
"Yes, sir, but I can find it!"
"Where do you live?--oh, I remember. Well, as I have time enough, what if I walk a little out of my way, and see that nothing harms you?"
"No, no--the trouble!"
"Never mind the trouble. You shall show me where you live, pretty one; then I shall be certain where to find you again."
Still Julia hesitated.
"Besides," said Leicester, taking out his purse, "you forget, I have not paid for robbing your basket of all those pretty flowers."