With which effort at pleasantry he rose with some difficulty to his feet, and with the a.s.sistance of Parton and myself walked on and into Keswick, where we stopped for the night. The stranger registered directly ahead of Parton and myself, writing the words, "Carleton Barker, Calcutta," in the book, and immediately retired to his room, nor did we see him again that night. After supper we looked for him, but as he was nowhere to be seen, we concluded that he had gone to bed to seek the recuperation of rest. Parton and I lit our cigars and, though somewhat fatigued by our exertions, strolled quietly about the more or less somnolent burg in which we were, discussing the events of the day, and chiefly our new acquaintance.
"I don"t half like that fellow," said Parton, with a dubious shake of the head. "If a dead body should turn up near or on Skiddaw to-morrow morning, I wouldn"t like to wager that Mr. Carleton Barker hadn"t put it there. He acted to me like a man who had something to conceal, and if I could have done it without seeming ungracious, I"d have flung his old flask as far into the fields as I could. I"ve half a mind to show my contempt for it now by filling it with some of that beastly claret they have at the _table d"hote_ here, and chucking the whole thing into the lake. It was an insult to offer those things to us."
"I think you are unjust, Parton," I said. "He certainly did look as if he had been in a maul with somebody. There was a nasty scratch on his face, and that cut on the arm was suspicious; but I can"t see but that his explanation was clear enough. Your manner was too irritating. I think if I had met with an accident and was a.s.sisted by an utter stranger who, after placing me under obligations to him, acted towards me as though I were an unconvicted criminal, I"d be as mad as he was; and as for the insult of his offering, in my eyes that was the only way he could soothe his injured feelings. He was angry at your suspicions, and to be entirely your debtor for services didn"t please him. His gift to me was made simply because he did not wish to pay you in substance and me in thanks."
"I don"t go so far as to call him an unconvicted criminal, but I"ll swear his record isn"t clear as daylight, and I"m morally convinced that if men"s deeds were written on their foreheads Carleton Barker, esquire, would wear his hat down over his eyes. I don"t like him. I instinctively dislike him. Did you see the look in his eyes when I mentioned the knife?"
"I did," I replied. "And it made me shudder."
"It turned every drop of blood in my veins cold," said Parton. "It made me feel that if he had had that knife within reach he would have trampled it to powder, even if every stamp of his foot cut his flesh through to the bone. Malignant is the word to describe that glance, and I"d rather encounter a rattle-snake than see it again."
Parton spoke with such evident earnestness that I took refuge in silence. I could see just where a man of Parton"s temperament--which was cold and eminently judicial even when his affections were concerned--could find that in Barker at which to cavil, but, for all that, I could not sympathize with the extreme view he took of his character. I have known many a man upon whose face nature has set the stamp of the villain much more deeply than it was impressed upon Barker"s countenance, who has lived a life most irreproachable, whose every act has been one of unselfishness and for the good of mankind; and I have also seen outward appearing saints whose every instinct was base; and it seemed to me that the physiognomy of the unfortunate victim of the moss-covered rock and vindictive knife was just enough of a medium between that of the irredeemable sinner and the sterling saint to indicate that its owner was the average man in the matter of vices and virtues. In fact, the malignancy of his expression when the knife was mentioned was to me the sole point against him, and had I been in his position I do not think I should have acted very differently, though I must add that if I thought myself capable of freezing any person"s blood with an expression of my eyes I should be strongly tempted to wear blue gla.s.ses when in company or before a mirror.
"I think I"ll send my card up to him, Jack," I said to Parton, when we had returned to the hotel, "just to ask how he is. Wouldn"t you?"
"No!" snapped Parton. "But then I"m not you. You can do as you please. Don"t let me influence you against him--if he"s to your taste."
"He isn"t at all to my taste," I retorted. "I don"t care for him particularly, but it seems to me courtesy requires that we show a little interest in his welfare."
"Be courteous, then, and show your interest," said Parton. "I don"t care as long as I am not dragged into it."
I sent my card up by the boy, who, returning in a moment, said that the door was locked, adding that when he had knocked upon it there came no answer, from which he presumed that Mr. Barker had gone to sleep.
"He seemed all right when you took his supper to his room?" I queried.
"He said he wouldn"t have any supper. Just wanted to be left alone,"
said the boy.
"Sulking over the knife still, I imagine," sneered Parton; and then he and I retired to our room and prepared for bed.
I do not suppose I had slept for more than an hour when I was awakened by Parton, who was pacing the floor like a caged tiger, his eyes all ablaze, and laboring under an intense nervous excitement.
"What"s the matter, Jack?" I asked, sitting up in bed.
"That d--ned Barker has upset my nerves," he replied. "I can"t get him out of my mind."
"Oh, pshaw!" I replied. "Don"t be silly. Forget him."
"Silly?" he retorted, angrily. "Silly? Forget him? Hang it, I would forget him if he"d let me--but he won"t."
"What has he got to do with it?"
"More than is decent," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Parton. "More than is decent. He has just been peering in through that window there, and he means no good."
"Why, you"re mad," I remonstrated. "He couldn"t peer in at the window--we are on the fourth floor, and there is no possible way in which he could reach the window, much less peer in at it."
"Nevertheless," insisted Parton, "Carleton Barker for ten minutes previous to your waking was peering in at me through that window there, and in his glance was that same malignant, hateful quality that so set me against him to-day--and another thing, Bob," added Parton, stopping his nervous walk for a moment and shaking his finger impressively at me--"another thing which I did not tell you before because I thought it would fill you with that same awful dread that has come to me since meeting Barker--the blood from that man"s arm, the blood that stained his shirt-sleeve crimson, that besmeared his clothes, spurted out upon my cuff and coat-sleeve when I strove to stanch its flow!"
"Yes, I remember that," said I.
"And now look at my cuff and sleeve!" whispered Parton, his face grown white.
I looked.
There was no stain of any sort whatsoever upon either!
Certainly there must have been something wrong about Carleton Barker.
II
The mystery of Carleton Barker was by no means lessened when next morning it was found that his room not only was empty, but that, as far as one could judge from the aspect of things therein, it had not been occupied at all. Furthermore, our chance acquaintance had vanished, leaving no more trace of his whereabouts than if he had never existed.
"Good riddance," said Parton. "I am afraid he and I would have come to blows sooner or later, because the mere thought of him was beginning to inspire me with a desire to thrash him. I"m sure he deserves a trouncing, whoever he is."
I, too, was glad the fellow had pa.s.sed out of our ken, but not for the reason advanced by Parton. Since the discovery of the stainless cuff, where marks of blood ought by nature to have been, I goose -fleshed at the mention of his name. There was something so inexpressibly uncanny about a creature having a fluid of that sort in his veins. In fact, so unpleasantly was I impressed by that episode that I was unwilling even to join in a search for the mysteriously missing Barker, and by common consent Parton and I dropped him entirely as a subject for conversation.
We spent the balance of our week at Keswick, using it as our head -quarters for little trips about the surrounding country, which is most charmingly adapted to the wants of those inclined to pedestrianism, and on Sunday evening began preparations for our departure, discarding our knickerbockers and resuming the habiliments of urban life, intending on Monday morning to run up to Edinburgh, there to while away a few days before starting for a short trip through the Trossachs.
While engaged in packing our portmanteaux there came a sharp knock at the door, and upon opening it I found upon the hall floor an envelope addressed to myself. There was no one anywhere in the hall, and, so quickly had I opened the door after the knock, that fact mystified me. It would hardly have been possible for any person, however nimble of foot, to have pa.s.sed out of sight in the period which had elapsed between the summons and my response.
"What is it?" asked Parton, observing that I was slightly agitated.
"Nothing," I said, desirous of concealing from him the matter that bothered me, lest I should be laughed at for my pains. "Nothing, except a letter for me."
"Not by post, is it?" he queried; to which he added, "Can"t be.
There is no mail here to-day. Some friend?"
"I don"t know," I said, trying, in a somewhat feminine fashion, to solve the authorship of the letter before opening it by staring at the superscription. "I don"t recognize the handwriting at all."
I then opened the letter, and glancing hastily at the signature was filled with uneasiness to see who my correspondent was.
"It"s from that fellow Barker," I said.
"Barker!" cried Parton. "What on earth has Barker been writing to you about?"
"He is in trouble," I replied, as I read the letter.
"Financial, I presume, and wants a lift?" suggested Parton.
"Worse than that," said I, "he is in prison in London."
"Wha-a-at?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Parton. "In prison in London? What for?"
"On suspicion of having murdered an innkeeper in the South of England on Tuesday, August 16th."