Mr Gilbert looked at the fresh cigar, which he had just lighted, with the first smile in which he had permitted himself to indulge during the course of the discussion.
"Then I am to defend Jim Baker and do my best for him?"
It was a second or two before Hugh Morice answered.
"I think that, feeling as you do, you had better withdraw from the case."
"And what shall I tell Miss Arnott?"
"You need tell her nothing. I will tell her all that is necessary."
"I see. I thought you would probably feel like that."
"For once in a way you thought correctly."
"The cheque shall be returned to her. Shall I return it through you?"
"I think that perhaps you had better."
"I think so also."
Mr Gilbert rose from his chair.
"Before I go to bed, with your permission, I will finish this excellent cigar upstairs, and I"m afraid that game of billiards will have to be postponed. Will you allow me to say, without prejudice, that if, later, Miss Arnott finds herself in need of legal aid I shall esteem myself fortunate to be allowed to render her any a.s.sistance in my power. I can make my presence felt in a certain kind of case, and this is going to be a very pretty one, though that mayn"t be your feeling just now. I should like to add that I feel sure I could defend her much better than I could Jim Baker."
"There will not be the slightest necessity for you to do anything of the kind.".
"Of course not. I am merely putting a suppositious case. May I take it that you are the lady"s friend?"
"You may."
"And that you would be willing to do her a service?"
"I would do her any service in my power."
"Then shall I tell you what is the best service you could do her?"
"I am listening."
"Start for the most inaccessible part of the globe you can think of at the very earliest opportunity, and stay there."
"Why should I do that?"
"Because if they can"t find you, they can"t put you in the witness-box, and, if I were acting for Miss Arnott, I would much rather, for her sake, that you kept out. Good-night, Mr Morice. I have to thank you for your generous hospitality."
When the solicitor was in his bedroom he said to himself.
"I"m glad I came. But what a tangle! Unless I err they"ll have my lady under lock and key before the a.s.sizes begin; or, at anyrate, under police observation. And my host loves her. What a prospect? When a man, who is not a const.i.tutional liar, does lie, he"s apt to give his lie too artistic a finish; still, as an example of the lie c.u.mulative and absolute, that lie of his was fair, very fair indeed."
Hugh Morice had his thoughts also.
"If she"d only let me know that she proposed to call in Ernest Gilbert I"d have stopped her somehow. There"s no more dangerous man in England.
Now it"s too late. We shall have to face the music. If I am subp[oe]naed I"ll go into the witness-box and swear I did it. She charged me with having done it. She shall go into the witness-box and give evidence against me. We"ll dish Ernest Gilbert. "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friend." And she"s my friend, since I love her. At anyrate, I"ll be her friend, if the thing may be."
CHAPTER XXIV
THE SOMNAMBULIST
Miss Arnott was not happy. Money had not brought her anything worth having. In her case, fortune had been synonymous with misfortune.
Young, rich "beyond the dreams of avarice," good-looking; all those papers which deal with what are ironically called "personal topics,"
held her up to public admiration as one of the persons in the world who were most to be envied. In plain truth she was one of the most miserable. In her penniless days she was not unhappier. Then her trouble was simple, now it was compound. Not the least of her disasters was the fact that health was failing. That robust habit of mind and body which had, so far, stood her in good stead, was being sapped by the continuous strain. Her imagination was a.s.suming a morbid tinge. Her nights were sleepless, or dream-haunted, which was as bad. She was becoming obsessed by an unhealthy feeling that she lived in a tainted atmosphere. That all the air about her was impregnated with suspicion.
That she was becoming the centre of doubting eyes, whispering tongues, furtively pointing fingers.
While she was more or less unconsciously drifting into this physically and mentally unhealthy condition she received a visit from a Mrs Forrester, in the course of which that lady insisted on dwelling on topics of a distinctly disagreeable kind.
Mrs Forrester was a widow, childless, well-to-do. She had two occupations--one was acting as secretary to the local branch of the Primrose League, and the other was minding other people"s business. She so managed that the first was of material a.s.sistance to her in the second. She was a person for whom Miss Arnott had no liking. Had she had a chance she would have denied herself. But Mrs Forrester came sailing in through the hall just as she was going out of it.
"Oh, my dear Miss Arnott, this is an unexpected pleasure! I am so fortunate in finding you at home, I so seldom do! And there is something of the first importance which I must speak to you about at once--of the very first importance, I do a.s.sure you."
The motor was at the door. Miss Arnott"s inclination was to fib, to invent a pressing engagement--say, twenty miles off--and so shunt the lady off on to Mrs Plummer. It seemed as if the visitor saw what was in her mind. She promptly gave utterance to her intention not to be shunted.
"Now you mustn"t say you"re engaged, because I sha"n"t keep you a minute, or at most but five. That motor of yours can wait, and you simply must stop and listen to what I have to say. It"s in your own interest, your own urgent interest, so I can"t let you go."
Miss Arnott stopped, perforce. She led the way into the red drawing-room. Mrs Forrester burst into the middle of the subject, which had brought her there, in her own peculiar fashion.
"Now, before I say a single word, I want you to understand most clearly that the only reason which has brought me here, the one thing I have come for, is to obtain your permission, your authority, to contradict the whole story."
"What story?"
The visitor held up her hands.
"What story! You don"t mean to say you haven"t heard? It simply shows how often we ourselves are the last persons to hear of matters in which we are most intimately concerned. My dear, the whole world is talking about it, the entire parish! And you say, what story?"
"I say again, what story? I"ve no doubt that my concerns do interest a large number of persons, even more than they do me, but I"ve not the vaguest idea to which one of them you"re now referring."
"Is it possible? My dear, I was told no longer ago than this morning that you walk every night through the woods in--well, in your nightdress."
"What"s that?"
"Of course it"s nonsense. No one knows better than I do that such an idea"s ridiculous. But there"s the story. And, as I"ve said, I"ve come on purpose to ask you to allow me to offer an authoritative contradiction."
"But what is the story? I should be obliged to you, Mrs Forrester, if you could manage to make it a little clearer."
"I will make it clear. To me it has been made painfully clear--painfully. I may tell you that I"ve heard the story, in different forms, from various sources. Indeed I believe it"s no exaggeration to say that it"s on everybody"s tongue, and, on the whole, no wonder. My informant this morning was Briggs, the postman. You know him?"