"I think not, Mr. Baird--thank you--Copeley and the others--have gone,"
Edward answered, his pauses marking the steadiness of each word.
Judith"s clear voice followed her brother"s effort instantly. "We may as well go in, I think, Edward. There is nothing we can do." She still had her hand on his arm, and she turned with him, as if guiding him, and kept by his side, leaving Baird to follow with the colonel.
The colonel spoke for the first time. "That"s true. There"s no good of our standin" about--not a bit.... It"s a pleasant enough evenin" to be out in, though, Mr. Baird--like May, suh. You"ll not know Westmo" by the middle of next week--the trees and the lilacs setting out green. It takes only a few days fo" spring to come here, on the Ridge, and this is an early year--a very early year, suh."
If Baird had not been sobered by a sense of tragedy, he might have been amused by the colonel"s attempt to follow Judith"s lead. But the old gentleman"s determinedly hearty voice failed him sadly, and Baird hoped that he had played the part he had instinctively chosen better than the colonel was playing his. And at the same time Baird"s quick brain was trying to solve Edward"s agonized, "My _G.o.d_!" What had Garvin done?
Baird saw the man as he had looked that morning, with pistol raised.
He was answering the colonel. "I have been looking forward to spring here. I suppose you don"t hunt after the crops are up."
"No, suh--we do have a little consideration fo" others, though we are not given credit for it. Now at Fair Field--"
The colonel had stopped abruptly. They had come to the veranda and from its lowest step a huddled heap had got to its feet, a big negress whose black hands were torturing her white ap.r.o.n. "Miss Judith--?" she said whimperingly.
Judith stopped dead. "What are you doing here?" Her voice was as sharp as the lash of a whip.
"Miss Judith--I didn"t go fo" to do it--" the woman begged humbly.
Judith cut her off. "Go up-stairs and stay there!... Go!"
The woman slunk by them and around the corner of the house like a whipped dog, and Judith went on, her head high, her hand still on Edward"s arm. As they went up the steps and the light from the hall shone on her, Baird saw her face distinctly, immobile as a death-mask, but with restless eyes glancing at the ballroom, which was lighted but silent, then searching the hall. The front door stood wide, and on the portico the family were gathered, all except Mrs. d.i.c.kenson and her daughter, who were in the drawing-room.
If Baird had needed confirmation of his fears, he had it in Mrs.
d.i.c.kenson"s face. She was clinging to her daughter, her face chalk-white and her eyes terror-stricken. The truth might escape from her at any moment; she looked on the verge of hysteria.
But Judith had noticed more quickly than Baird, and she spoke to the colonel in the same clear way in which she had spoken from the beginning. "Take her up-stairs, Ridley. She"s frightened at all this galloping about, and no wonder." Then dropping Edward"s arm she went straight on to the front door, her voice raised somewhat more, like an officer giving his orders, and at the same time conveying a warning:
"Come on in, all of you, and get ready for supper. I dare say Mr. Baird is hungry--I am--and we can"t get Garvin"s horse back by staring after it.... Aunt Carlotta Morrison, come help me get every one together.
Come!"
It was all for him, Baird knew it--all this bravery. He was the stranger among them; the one person from whom the painful thing, whatever it was, must be kept. They could not gather together in grief or sympathy or council--he was there. And it devolved upon him to play his part; to see nothing; understand nothing; and escape as soon as he could.
Baird would have given much to be able to get his horse and disappear.
But that was not possible. He was experiencing the painful embarra.s.sment of a guest whose absence was earnestly, even tragically desired, but whose departure would cause more pain than his presence--so long as he could successfully maintain an air of unconsciousness.
He must stay, but it occurred to Baird that he could give them a few moments in which to remove their masks, in which to consult together.
"I"ll go wash up," he said to Edward.
Edward stood with hand on the stair-rail, erect but deadly pale. He answered steadily and courteously, "Very well, Baird--it"s what I must do in a moment. If you need anything, ring. I suppose some of the servants are about."
"Thanks," Baird said, and escaped.
He washed his hands and smoothed his hair mechanically. He was generally cool when excited, but he muttered to himself, "What in h.e.l.l can it be?
It"s serious, whatever it is." His brain had already traversed several possibilities. Had Garvin suddenly gone mad? Or committed murder?... Or had his own brain gone back on him, registered an entirely erroneous set of impressions?... Of course it hadn"t. Those people were both terrified and ashamed.
But he must go on with it. He had answered to the spur of Judith"s voice. He was a poor sort if he couldn"t play his part also.... Baird judged that he had given them time enough in which to consult, and not too much time in which to suspect him. He must go down.
Baird never forgot that supper. They were gathered in the dining-room when he came down, composed, courteous, charming. It was a depleted company, five of the men were absent, and Mrs. d.i.c.kenson and her daughter, but the colonel was there, and Edward, and again Baird sat by Judith. The younger people were silent; there was a hushed strained air about them, but their elders covered their silence. The beautiful old mahogany table, bared now of linen, had been made smaller to hide vacancies, bringing them together: Edward, with the sharp lines of suffering growing and deepening about his mouth, but with quick attention for everybody; Mrs. Morrison, with her stately white head even more erect than usual; the colonel, with recovered aplomb.
The colonel told stories that Baird guessed the family knew well; Mrs.
Morrison reproved every one present and was really amusing, and Judith smiled brilliantly and tossed the conversational ball back and forth.
She did not let it rest for a moment. A change had come over her; there was a vivid spot in either cheek and her eyes were shining--nerves strained to breaking point, Baird guessed, and, when he saw how her hands shook, he himself began to talk--of South America, of Wyoming. He dragged forgotten experiences out of obscure corners of his brain and presented them.
He talked as he had never talked before, not even when he talked "money out of a man." He was talking against time, the first moment when he could relieve that proudly secretive company of his undesired presence; talked with the full consciousness that Priscilla Copeley was looking wanly at food she could not touch; that Edward"s ear, inclined as if listening to him, was bent to catch every sound from without; that Judith"s restless hand was beating a tattoo on the edge of the table while she also listened and waited. Baird did not enjoy what he was doing, but he liked always to play up to a demand. Judith needed what little help he could give her.
It was over at last. Baird knew just when Judith judged that appearances had been sufficiently maintained, and the moment had arrived when the party could break up. He said good night then, but, first, he asked Priscilla Copeley, "You"ll not forget our ride to-morrow?"
He wondered what her answer would be, but even in this slip of a girl the family spirit was alive. "No, indeed," she returned through colorless lips. "At four o"clock, Mr. Baird," and she succeeded in smiling.
Judith went with him to the stairs, and Baird thanked her "for one of the pleasantest and most interesting evenings I have ever spent," as he phrased it.
"And I am grateful to you," she said quietly. "You were wonderful at supper." For the moment there was all of Edward"s melancholy in her anxious eyes.
So she had guessed. Baird hoped the others had not; he felt almost certain they had not. He took her hand and kissed it--there was nothing he could say.
The color deepened in Judith"s face. "Sleep well--" she said softly, and turned away.
Baird had no intention of sleeping. He changed into his riding clothes and lay down fully dressed. He also was waiting and listening; he would sleep as little as any one else in that house; he had never felt less like sleeping.
There were steps and voices for a time; some of the family were taking leave. Then, gradually, the house settled into watchful quiet; now and then carefully silenced movements on the stairs, and the steady ticking of the clock in the hall. Baird had already thought of every possibility, so he was without conjectures, but sometime before daylight those who had ridden away would return. He was waiting for that.
They came during the stillest hour, just after the clock struck three.
Baird heard a stir at the stables and went to the window. He could not see the stables, the kitchen wing of the house shut them off, but he could hear cautious voices and the movement of horses. Would they come in by the front or by the veranda?
They rounded the kitchen, a compact group which was in full view for a moment or two, then drew in so close to the house that the veranda roof hid them. They pa.s.sed along, moving slowly, to the other wing of the house, evidently to what had been the old plantation office. Then sounds ceased.
Baird drew a short breath. He had not been able to see very clearly, but the group kept together in a fashion he knew well; they were carrying some inert burden.
And he had to stay where he was till morning!
XI
KEPT IN THE DARK
The dawn ushered a brilliant spring day, a sky without a cloud, a light warm breeze from the south, the song of birds awakened early by the promise of nature.
Baird lay unconscious of it all, for a little before the pinky gray of morning lighted his room he had fallen asleep. Dawn had crept over him before he knew, and he lay stirless until the knock on his door aroused him into habit.
"Come in!" he called, still held by sleep.
It was the negress he had seen the night before, bearing a tray.
Baird sat up and stared at her. He was fully dressed and lying without covering, and after a rolling comprehensive glance, she stood with eyes lowered.