"I can take it, sir. We"re not going. The band and the battery have to stay."
And Jerrold, with trembling hand and feverish haste, seats himself at the same desk whence on that fatal morning he sent the note that wrought such disaster; and as he rises and hands his missive forth, throwing wide open the shutters as he does so, his bedroom doors fly open, and a whirling gust of the morning wind sweeps through from rear to front, and half a score of bills and billets, letters and sc.r.a.ps of paper, go ballooning out upon the parade.
"By heaven!" he mutters, "that"s how it happened, is it? _Look_ at them go!" for going they were, in spiral eddies or fluttering skips, up the gra.s.sy "quad," and over among the rose-bushes of Alice Renwick"s garden.
Over on the other side of the narrow, old-fashioned frontier fort the men were bustling about, and their exultant, eager voices rang out on the morning air. All was life and animation, and even in Jerrold"s selfish soul there rose responsive echo to the soldierly spirit that seemed to pervade the whole command. It was their first summons to active field-duty with prospective battle since he had joined, and, with all his shortcomings as a "duty" officer in garrison and his many frailties of character, Jerrold was not the man to lurk in the rear when there was danger ahead. It dawned on him with sudden and crushing force that now it lay in the power of his enemies to do him vital injury,--that he could be held here at the post like a suspected felon, a mark for every finger, a target for every tongue, while every other officer of his regiment was hurrying with his men to take his knightly share in the coming onset. It was intolerable, shameful. He paced the floor of his little parlor in nervous misery, ever and anon gazing from the window for sight of his captain. It was to him he had written, urging that he be permitted a few moments" talk. "This is no time for a personal misunderstanding," he wrote. "I must see you at once. I can clear away the doubts, can explain my action; but, for heaven"s sake, intercede for me with Captain Chester that I may go with the command."
As luck would have it, Armitage was with Chester at the office when the letter was handed in. He opened it, gave a whistle of surprise, and simply held it forth to the temporary commander.
"Read that," he said.
Chester frowned, but took the note and looked it curiously over.
"I have no patience with the man now," he said. "Of course after what I saw last night I begin to understand the nature of his defence; but we don"t want any such man in the regiment, after this. What"s the use of taking him with us?"
"That isn"t the point," said Armitage. "Now or never, possibly, is the time to clear up this mystery. Of course Maynard will be up to join us by the first train; and what won"t it be worth to him to have positive proof that all his fears were unfounded?"
"Even if it wasn"t Jerrold, there is still the fact that I saw a man clambering out of her window. How is that to be cleared up?" said Chester, gloomily.
"That may come later, and won"t be such a bugbear as you think. If you were not worried into a morbid condition over all this trouble, you would not look so seriously upon a thing which I regard as a piece of mere night prowling, with a possible spice of romance."
"What romance, I"d like to know?"
"Never mind that now: I"m playing detective for the time being. Let me see Jerrold for you and find out what he has to offer. Then you can decide. Are you willing? All right! But remember this while I think of it. You admit that the light you saw on the wall Sunday night was exactly like that which you saw the night of your adventure, and that the shadows were thrown in the same way. You thought that night that the light was turned up and afterwards turned out in her room, and that it was _her_ figure you saw at the window. Didn"t you?"
"Yes. What then?"
"Well, I believe her statement that she saw and heard nothing until reveille. I believe it was Mrs. Maynard who did the whole thing, without Miss Renwick"s knowing anything about it."
"Why?"
"Because I accomplished the feat with the aid of the little night-lamp that I found by the colonel"s bedside. It is my theory that Mrs. Maynard was restless after the colonel finally fell asleep, that she heard your tumble, and took her little lamp, crossed over into Miss Renwick"s room, opened the door without creaking, as I can do to your satisfaction, found her sleeping quietly, but the room a trifle close and warm, set her night-lamp down on the table, as I did, threw her shadow on the wall, as I did, and opened the shade, as you thought her daughter did. Then she withdrew, and left those doors open,--both hers and her daughter"s,--and the light, instead of being turned down, as you thought, was simply carried back into her own room."
"That is all possible. But how about the man in her room? Nothing was stolen, though money and jewelry were lying around loose. If theft was not the object, what was?"
"Theft certainly was not, and I"m not prepared to say what was, but I have reason to believe it wasn"t Miss Renwick."
"Anything to prove it?"
"Yes; and, though time is precious and I cannot show you, you may take my word for it. We must be off at noon, and both of us have much to do, but there may be no other chance to talk, and before you leave this post I want you to realize her utter innocence."
"I want to, Armitage."
"I know you do: so look here. We a.s.sume that the same man paid the night visit both here and at Sablon, and that he wanted to see the same person,--if he did not come to steal: do we not?"
"Yes."
"We know that at Sablon it was Mrs. Maynard he sought and called. The colonel says so."
"Yes."
"Presumably, then, it was she--not her daughter--he had some reasons for wanting to see here at Sibley. What is more, if he wanted to see Miss Renwick there was nothing to prevent his going right into her window?"
"Nothing."
"Well, I believe I can prove he didn"t; on the contrary, that he went around by the roof of the porch to the colonel"s room and tried there, but found it risky on account of the blinds, and that finally he entered the hall window,--what might be called neutral ground. The painters had been at work there, as you said, two days before, and the paint on the slats was not quite dry. The blinds and sills were the only things they had touched up on that front, it seems, and nothing on the sides. Now, on the fresh paint of the colonel"s slats are the new imprints of masculine thumb and fingers, and on the sill of the hall window is a footprint that I know to be other than Jerrold"s."
"Why?"
"Because he doesn"t own such a thing as this track was made with, and I don"t know a man in this command who does. It was the handiwork of the Tonto Apaches, and came from the other side of the continent."
"You mean it was--?"
"Exactly. An Indian moccasin."
Meantime, Mr. Jerrold had been making hurried preparations, as he had fully determined that at any cost he would go with the regiment. He had been burning a number of letters, when Captain Armitage knocked and hurriedly entered. Jerrold pushed forward a chair and plunged at once into the matter at issue:
"There is no time to waste, captain. I have sent to you to ask what I can do to be released from arrest and permitted to go with the command."
"Answer the questions I put to you the other night, and certify to your answers; and of course you"ll have to apologize to Captain Chester for your last night"s language."
"That of course; though you will admit it looked like spying. Now let me ask you, did he tell you who the lady was?"
"No. I told him."
"How did you know?"
"By intuition, and my knowledge of previous circ.u.mstances."
"We have no time to discuss it. I make no attempt to conceal it now; but I ask that, on your honor, neither you nor he reveal it."
"And continue to let the garrison believe that you were in Miss Renwick"s room that ghastly night?" asked Armitage, dryly.
Jerrold flushed: "I have denied that, and I would have proved my _alibi_ could I have done so without betraying a woman"s secret. Must I tell?"
"So far as I am concerned, Mr. Jerrold," said Armitage, with cold and relentless meaning, "you not only must tell--you must _prove_--both that night"s doings and Sat.u.r.day night"s,--both that and how you obtained that photograph."
"My G.o.d! In one case it is a woman"s name; in the other I have promised on honor not to reveal it."
"That ends it, then. You remain here in close arrest, and the charges against you will be pushed to the bitter end. I will write them this very hour."
XVI.
At ten o"clock that morning, shortly after a smiling interview with the ladies of Fort Sibley, in which, with infinite spirit and the most perfect self-control, Miss Beaubien had informed them that she had promised to lead with Mr. Jerrold, and, since he was in duress, she would lead with no one, and sent them off wondering and greatly excited, there came running up to the carriage a telegraph messenger boy, who handed her a despatch.