"Here"s a pretty go," muttered the cabman, "and in my coach too.
"The best thing to do would be to dash a cup of water over him and restore him to consciousness."
The cabman hurried to a watering-trough a few feet distant. s.n.a.t.c.hing up one of the tin cups which was fastened to it by a chain, he soon wrenched it free. But before he had advanced a single step with its contents, a great cry of horror broke from his lips; the horses dashed suddenly forward and were galloping madly down the same street which they had so lately traversed.
He reported his loss to the nearest station, not daring to mention the serious condition of the occupants of the cab. But up to noon the following day not even a trace of the vehicle could be discovered.
Old Mrs. Varrick was fairly paralyzed over the disappearance of little Jessie, whom she had learned to love as a daughter. She would not believe that she had left the house of her own accord--wandered away from it.
"There has been foul play here," she cried.
And immediately old Stephen, the servant, said to himself:
"It all comes from the stranger who was loitering about the place about a week ago;" and he made up his mind to do a little detective work on his own account. "If he is in the city, I will find him," he muttered.
"I will tramp night and day up and down the streets until I meet him.
Then I will openly accuse him of abducting poor pretty Miss Jessie."
He went to his old mistress and asked for leave of absence for a few days. Mrs. Varrick shook her head mournfully.
"I should not think you would want to leave me, when you see me in all this trouble, Stephen," she said. "You should stand by me, though every one else fails me. Only this morning the butler gave notice that he intended to leave here on the morrow, and he, like yourself, has been with me for years."
"I am not surprised to hear that, ma"am," returned Stephen, laconically, "for ever since that fatal night in the library the butler has had a very horror of the place. He"s as tender-hearted as a little child, ma"am, the butler is. Why, he takes Master Hubert"s trials to heart terribly. He walks the floor night and day, muttering excitedly: "Heaven save poor Master Hubert!""
Although every precaution was taken to keep the news of Jessie"s disappearance from Hubert Varrick, the knowledge soon reached him.
"My G.o.d! did I not have enough to bear before," he murmured, "that this new weight of woe has fallen upon me?"
In his sorrow he was thankful that at least one person besides his mother seemed to believe so utterly in his innocence--and that was the butler. He came to see him daily and wept over him, muttering strangely incoherent words, declaring over and over again that he must be proven innocent, though the heavens fell.
"As near as I can see, it will end in a prison cell for life or the gallows," said Hubert, gulping down a sob.
"But they mustn"t hang--you shan"t hang!" cried the butler, excitedly.
"I will--"
The sentence was never finished. He sat back, trembling in every limb, in his seat, his face ashy white, his features working convulsively.
At last the butler came no more to see him, and Hubert heard that he, too, had suddenly disappeared.
The day of the trial dawned clear and bright, without one cloud in the blue azure sky to mar the perfect day. It was a morn dark enough in the history of Hubert Varrick, as he paced up and down the narrow limits of his lonely cell, looking through the grating on the gay, bright world outside.
It did not matter much to him if he left it, he told himself. Suddenly there was the sound of a key turning in the lock, and glancing up, Varrick beheld the old butler standing before him.
He greeted the old servant with a wistful smile, and for a moment neither could speak, so great was their emotion.
"I have been a long way off, Master Hubert," he said, huskily; "but I couldn"t stay away when I thought how near it was to--to the time."
"Thank you for your devotion," said Hubert, gratefully. "I am glad you came to see me; and, whatever betides," he continued, huskily, "I hope you will think none the worse of me. Believe that I am innocent; and, dear friend, if the time should ever come when you could clear my stained name from the awful cloud which darkens it, I pray you promise me that you will do it. I can never rest in my grave until this horrible mystery has been cleared." The old butler trembled like a leaf. "I shall haunt the scene of that terrible tragedy, and--"
A great shriek burst from the butler"s white lips, and he fell to the floor in a terrible spasm.
The attendant pacing back and forth in the corridor without, hastily removed him. They spoke of it with pity, how devoted he was to his young master.
At noon the case was called, and the greatest of excitement prevailed from one end of the city to the other, for there were few men as popular there as Hubert Varrick. The s.p.a.cious room was crowded to overflowing.
There was a great flutter of excitement when the handsome prisoner was led into the court-room. Those who had known him from childhood were touched with the deepest pity for him. They could not believe him guilty.
In that hour quite as exciting an event was taking place in another part of the great city.
To explain it we must go back to the thrilling runaway that took place a few days before, when Jessie Bain, powerless to aid herself lay back among the cushions of the coach, all unconscious that the mad horses were whirling her on to death and destruction. They careened wildly around first one corner and then another, making straight for the river.
At one of the crossings a man stood, his head bent on his breast, and his eyes looking wistfully toward the dark water beyond.
"If I had the courage," he muttered, "I would drown myself. I can not rest night or day with this load on my mind. It almost seems to me that I am going mad! How terrible to me is the thought that I--whom all the world has always regarded as an honest man--am an unconfessed murderer!"
The very air seemed to repeat his words--"a murderer!"--and the old butler--for it was he--shuddered, as he muttered half aloud:
"I never meant to do it, G.o.d knows!"
Suddenly the sound of wheels smote his startled ear.
"A runaway!" he cried.
Without an instant"s hesitation he threw himself forward. What mattered it if he lost his life in the attempt? He would save the occupants of the carriage, or give his wretched life in the attempt.
Nearer, nearer came the galloping horses, and just as he was about to throw himself forward to seize them by the bits, they collided with the street lamp. In an instant of time the vehicle was smashed into a thousand pieces.
One of the occupants, a woman, was hurled headlong to the pavement; her companion, half in and half out of the coach, was caught in the jam of the door, while his coat was fairly torn from his body, the papers that had been in his breast packet strewing the street. The butler sprang forward to seize the man and save him, but fate willed it otherwise.
He was too late. And as he stood there paralyzed with horror, the team plunged from the dock down, down into the dark waves. In an instant only a few white bubbles remained to mark the spot where horses, vehicle, and the unfortunate man had gone down.
The butler, who had witnessed all the terrible catastrophe, turned his immediate attention to the poor creature whom he believed must be dead, she lay so white and still, face downward, in the snow-drift.
"Great G.o.d! It is Jessie Bain!"
He gathered her up quickly in his arms, together with a few papers that lay under his feet, and carried her to his own lodgings, which were but a few yards distant. He meant to convey her, as soon as it was fairly light, back to the Varrick Mansion.
In the meantime, he would do his best toward restoring her. After pouring a gla.s.s of brandy down her throat, he sought to bring back warmth to the ice-cold hands by rubbing them vigorously; but it seemed all useless, useless. Wrapping her in warm blankets, he drew the settle upon which he had placed her, closer to the coal fire and waited to see if the warmth would not soon revive her.
Then his eyes fell upon the papers he had picked up. One of them lay slightly open, and by chance his eyes lighted upon the contents. What was there about it that caught and held his gaze spell-bound? The second and third he scanned. Then, clutching it closely, his hands trembling like aspen leaves, he read on and on until the last word was reached.
"Great G.o.d!" he muttered, half dazed and crazed, "it is the confession of Hubert Varrick"s wife that he did not do the deed of which she accused him. No one must ever see this!" he cried. "I will burn this confession, and no one will ever know of it."
Cautiously he made his way to the glowing fire. What was that strange, sharp, rustling sound? He glanced fearfully over his shoulder. Jessie Bain was sitting upon the settle, gazing at him with terror-distended eyes. For an instant the girl was bewildered at her strange surroundings, then she recognized the butler who had left the Varrick mansion a few days before. What was she doing here in his presence?
The last thing she remembered was standing over unconscious Gerelda, and guiding her hand to write the words that would save Hubert Varrick"s life. As she looked she saw that same confession in the butler"s hands.
What was he doing with it? Great Gad! how came he by it? As she gazed she saw him carefully approach the grate, and hold the paper over the flames.
With one bound Jessie Bain had reached his side and torn it from his grasp, just as the flames had caught at it.