CHAPTER x.x.xVI
It was nearly midnight when Dr. Bousquet at last took his departure.
An hour before that time Esther became conscious, but was so utterly weak he would not allow her to speak or make the smallest effort of any kind. She made no comment on finding herself back in her old quarters, and after a short interval drifted back into a natural sleep. The watchers felt a degree of relief.
"I think I may safely leave her now, monsieur," said the doctor, drawing on his gloves. "I will come again in the morning about ten o"clock, and if any complication should arise in the meantime, you will of course telephone me. She is suffering now from shock, it seems, combined with the after-effects of morphia. Later when she is less exhausted she may be intensely nervous. One must see that she is kept absolutely quiet, with nothing to agitate her. A fresh shock might do great harm."
Roger glanced at the grey-white face on the pillow. It was thin and drawn; it was hard to understand how it could have altered so much in these few days" time. What had happened to her to give her that pinched look? The shadows under the closed eyes were deep violet.
"Tell me, doctor," he whispered. "Have you been able to come to any conclusion on the subject of her mental condition?"
He brought out the last words with a painful hesitation.
"I am not an alienist, at least not an expert," replied the little man cautiously, elevating the reddish tufts of his brows. "Of course I have a general knowledge. During the short interval when she was conscious she did not appear to be other than normal, but that, I fear, is not conclusive evidence. One would have to study her. If, as Dr.
Sartorius suggests, she may be suffering from confusional attacks, she would part of the time be so completely sane that one would suspect nothing wrong. Subjects of that kind often live a sort of double life.
They are apt to invent romantic or mysterious histories about themselves, intrigues in which they figure, often as a persecuted victim. They make these tales so extremely convincing that they frequently succeed in imposing their belief on other people."
"You mean there would be nothing about her to make one know she was not normal mentally?"
"Quite so, unless one happened to possess proof that her stories were untrue."
Roger"s heart sank. Horrible as it was to contemplate the thought of the crime committed in their midst, it was to him infinitely worse to think of Esther as mentally unbalanced.
"Have you noticed anything yourself which you would regard as a suspicious symptom, doctor?" he inquired with difficulty.
"Only her violent antipathy to Dr. Sartorius. I should consider that rather a bad sign. It is the sort of thing these subjects are p.r.o.ne to, monsieur," and the little man shook his head disparagingly.
Roger risked one more question, dreading the answer.
"How can we find out about her? You say she will have to be studied?"
"Very probably, monsieur. There are certain tests. I should suggest that if the young woman is someone in whom you are particularly interested"--he gave a tactful cough which Roger understood well--"the best thing you can do is to place her for a few weeks in a quiet sanatorium. There is one near Gra.s.se; either Dr. Sartorius or I could arrange it, for you."
"I see, doctor. Well, we will think about it."
He watched the little man depart, grimly resolved never to let Esther be placed in a sanatorium, no matter what happened. Sartorius himself had mentioned the quiet place near Gra.s.se. That fact alone was enough to decide him against it. He was alone now with Esther. A few minutes before he had persuaded his aunt to go to her room and try to sleep.
She had demurred at first, but he had firmly led her to her door.
"I"ll go if you insist," she gave in at last. "But you"re so far from well yourself, it will be a great strain on you to sit up all night."
"Nonsense; this business has made me forget all about myself. If you insist on sharing watches, I will call you early in the morning."
She nodded reluctantly, then looked at him with a troubled brow.
"Roger, where in heaven"s name do you suppose that poor girl has been these past two days?"
He shook his head slowly.
"If we knew that, Dido, we"d have the key to the whole d.a.m.ned mystery,"
he said.
Sinking down wearily in the chair beside the bed he painstakingly attempted to organise a plan of action. It was a difficult business when he had so little he could definitely go on. His efforts brought meagre results; moreover he felt confused, curiously fatigued in mind and body. In the dim light of the shaded lamp the figures on the Toile de Jouy danced incessantly before his eyes with an eerie effect; he felt himself enveloped in a phantasmagoria of which it was impossible to tell substance from shadow. Every few seconds his eyes kept gravitating back to the pale, fragile face of Esther, which was troubled even in sleep, the brow furrowed slightly, the muscles about the mouth twitching from time to time. Whatever the cause of her present state, he felt gravely apprehensive for her, afraid that she might be in for a serious nervous illness. Perhaps what she wished to tell him might be buried in oblivion for months, if indeed it ever came to light. It even occurred to him that she might wake up completely ignorant of everything that had preceded her collapse. In that case what should he do? how should he behave? He knew he could never rid his mind entirely of the suspicion she had planted there, yet how to prove it?
The door opened quietly, and Chalmers came in, bringing him a cup of coffee.
"The doctor"s gone to his room, now, sir, otherwise I wouldn"t be here.
I"ve stuck about the hall and stairs the whole time, sir."
"What about her ladyship?"
"She"s never tried to leave her room, sir. I"ve heard her trying to get on to someone on the telephone, it seems as though she"s been at it for hours, but I fancy she hasn"t got through."
"Has she had any chance of speaking with the doctor?"
"She has not, sir, at least not without my knowing, and I daresay she didn"t want to risk that. Aline, though--that"s a woman I never could stick, sir, I don"t mind telling you!--Aline has been prowling around the end of the hall near your room a couple of times. I caught her at it, and she pretended to be looking out of the window."
"You think she was trying to get into my room?" Roger asked thoughtfully.
"I"m pretty sure of it, sir."
Roger drank his coffee in silence, mentally reviewing this information.
"There is another little thing I"ve noticed, sir," Chalmers continued.
"There are a number of keys gone from doors about the house. I"ve counted seven missing, and I could take my oath they were in the locks earlier in the evening. There"s never any reason for taking them out."
"Then you think Aline has taken them to see if any of them will open my door?"
"That"s it, sir. I could have told her there"s no two keys alike in this house," he added grimly. "She came to me very friendly like at about ten o"clock, and tried to pump me to find out what I knew. Had the nurse come to, and was she able to talk yet? Was it true she had staggered in so drunk she couldn"t see proper, and had fallen in a heap on the floor? Things like that, sir. Not much change she got out of me. I shut her up in no time, sir. I knew what she was after."
Hours pa.s.sed. Roger sat on alone in the half-lighted room, a.n.a.lysing his impressions and going over in his mind the whole course of his father"s illness, from the moment he had entered the house. To save his life he could not think of one suspicious circ.u.mstance, nothing that appeared even particularly unusual. Yet, no! What about that cablegram which was never sent? With a start he recalled it, wondering how it could have slipped his memory till now. What if Therese had had another and more vital reason than he had thought of for keeping him away? Was it possible she had been afraid to have him in the house?
It was a fact that he alone knew her relations with Holliday, he alone had always to an annoying extent seen through her. He recalled with a feeling akin to nausea her recent attempts to placate him, to turn him from an enemy into an ally. Had she done that in order to blind him the more completely to what was going on? The idea suggested a degree of calculating inhumanity appalling to contemplate. He lived over again the moment when she had clung to him caressingly and pressed her perfumed cheek against his breast.... How could he have been such an utter fool? He set his teeth with a feeling of intolerable disgust....
A smothered scream from the bed caused him to start up.
Esther had suddenly sat up in bed, bolt-upright, her eyes glazed with terror, one thin hand clapped over her open mouth.
"Esther, my dear! What is it?"
She continued to gaze transfixed in the direction of the door, unutterable horror written on her face.
"S"sh," she whispered tensely. "S"sh--listen!"
Roger listened, but could hear nothing. The house was absolutely still. Very gently he took her hand and held it firmly in his. It trembled like a bird imprisoned.
"Darling--there"s nothing to be frightened of. What did you think you heard?"