None Other Gods

Chapter 54

Jack shifted one leg over the other. He had not approached one element in the situation at all, as yet, with d.i.c.k, but it had been simmering in him for weeks, and had been brought to a point by Frank"s letter received this morning. And now the curious intimacy into which he had been brought with d.i.c.k began to warm it out of him.

"You"ll think me an a.s.s, too, I expect," he said. "And I rather think it"s true. But I can"t help it."

d.i.c.k smiled at him encouragingly. (Certainly, thought Jack, this man was nicer than he had thought him.)

"Well, it"s this--" he said suddenly. "But it"s frightfully hard to put into words. You know what I told you about Frank"s coming to me at Barham?"

"Yes."

"Well, there was something he said then that made me uncomfortable. And it"s made me more and more uncomfortable ever since ..." (He paused again.) "Well, it"s this. He said that he felt there was something going on that he couldn"t understand--some sort of Plan, he said--in which he had to take part--a sort of scheme to be worked out, you know. I suppose he meant G.o.d," he explained feebly.

d.i.c.k looked at him questioningly.

"Oh! I can"t put it into words," said Jack desperately. "Nor did he, exactly. But that was the kind of idea. A sort of Fate. He said he was quite certain of it.... And there were lots of little things that fitted in. He changed his clothes in the old vestry, you know--in the old church. It seemed like a sort of sacrifice, you know. And then I had a beastly dream that night. And then there was something my mother said....

And now there"s his letter: the one I showed you at dinner--about something that might happen to him.... Oh! I"m a first-cla.s.s a.s.s, aren"t I?"

There was a considerable silence. He glanced up in an ashamed sort of way, at the other, and saw him standing quite upright and still, again with his back to the fire, looking out across the room. From outside came the hum of the thoroughfare--the rolling of wheels, the jingle of bells, the cries of human beings. He waited in a kind of shame for d.i.c.k"s next words. He had not put all these feelings into coherent form before, even to himself, and they sounded now even more fantastic than he had thought them. He waited, then, for the verdict of this quiet man, whom up to now he had deemed something of a fool, who cared about nothing but billiards and what was called Art. (Jack loathed Art.)

Then the verdict came in a surprising form. But he understood it perfectly.

"Well, what about bed?" said d.i.c.k quietly.

(IV)

It was on the morning of the twenty-fourth that Mr. Parham-Carter was summoned by the neat maid-servant of the clergy-house to see two gentlemen. She presented two cards on a plated salver, inscribed with the names of Richard Guiseley and John B. Kirkby. He got up very quickly, and went downstairs two at a time. A minute later he brought them both upstairs and shut the door.

"Sit down," he said. "I"m most awfully glad you"ve come. I ... I"ve been fearfully upset by all this, and I haven"t known what to do."

"Now where is he?" demanded Jack Kirkby.

The clergyman made a deprecatory face.

"I"ve absolutely promised not to tell," he said. "And you know--"

"But that"s ridiculous. We"ve come on purpose to fetch him away. It simply mustn"t go on. That"s why I didn"t write. I sent Frank"s letter on to Mr. Guiseley here (he"s a cousin of Frank"s, by the way), and he asked me to come up to town. I got to town last night, and we"ve come down here at once this morning."

Mr. Parham-Carter glanced at the neat melancholy-faced, bearded man who sat opposite.

"But you know I promised," he said.

"Yes," burst in Jack; "but one doesn"t keep promises one makes to madmen. And--"

"But he"s not mad in the least. He"s--"

"Well?"

"I was going to say that it seems to me that he"s more sane than anyone else," said the young man dismally. "I know it sounds ridiculous, but--"

d.i.c.k Guiseley nodded with such emphasis that he stopped.

"I know what you mean," said d.i.c.k in his gentle drawl. "And I quite understand."

"But it"s all sickening rot," burst in Jack. "He must be mad. You don"t know Frank as I do--neither of you. And now there"s this last business--his father"s marriage, I mean; and--"

He broke off and looked across at d.i.c.k.

"Go on," said d.i.c.k; "don"t mind me."

"Well, we don"t know whether he"s heard of it or not; but he must hear sooner or later, and then--"

"But he has heard of it," interrupted the clergyman. "I showed him the paragraph myself."

"He"s heard of it! And he knows all about it!"

"Certainly. And I understood from him that he knew the girl: the Rector"s daughter, isn"t it?"

"Knows the girl! Why, he was engaged to her himself."

"_What_?"

"Yes; didn"t he tell you?"

"He didn"t give me the faintest hint--"

"How did he behave? What did he say?"

Mr. Parham-Carter stared a moment in silence.

"What did he say?" snapped out Jack impatiently.

"Say? He said nothing. He just told me he knew the girl, when I asked him."

"Good G.o.d!" remarked Jack. And there was silence.

d.i.c.k broke it.

"Well, it seems to me we"re rather in a hole."

"But it"s preposterous," burst out Jack again. "Here"s poor old Frank, simply breaking his heart, and here are we perfectly ready to do anything we can--why, the chap must be in h.e.l.l!"

"Look here, Mr. Parham-Carter," said d.i.c.k softly. "What about your going round to his house and seeing if he"s in, and what he"s likely to be doing to-day."

"He"ll be at the factory till this evening."

"The factory?"

"Yes; he"s working at a jam factory just now."

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