I don"t know why, but a thought came into my head: I would tell him the truth, and see what he would say. I took him aside and told him the bare facts. At once he declared that the yacht was at my service for such work as that without money: he would be too glad to lend it to me: it was horrible that such a man as Wilde should be treated as a common criminal.
He felt as Henry VIII felt in Shakespeare"s play of that name:
"... there"s some of ye, I see, More out of malice than integrity, Would try him to the utmost, ..."
It was not the generosity in my friend"s offer that astonished me, but the consideration for Wilde; I thought the lenity so singular in England that I feel compelled to explain it. Though an Englishman born and bred my friend was by race a Jew--a man of the widest culture, who had no sympathy whatever with the vice attributed to Oscar. Feeling consoled because there was at least one generous, kind heart in the world, I went next day to Willie Wilde"s house in Oakley Street to see Oscar. I had written to him on the previous evening that I was coming to take Oscar out to lunch.
Willie Wilde met me at the door; he was much excited apparently by the notoriety attaching to Oscar; he was volubly eager to tell me that, though we had not been friends, yet my support of Oscar was most friendly and he would therefore bury the hatchet. He had never interested me, and I was unconscious of any hatchet and careless whether he buried it or blessed it. I repeated drily that I had come to take Oscar to lunch.
"I know you have," he said, "and it"s most kind of you; but he can"t go."
"Why not?" I asked as I went in.
Oscar was gloomy, depressed, and evidently suffering. Willie"s theatrical insincerity had annoyed me a little, and I was eager to get away. Suddenly I saw Sherard, who has since done his best for Oscar"s memory. In his book there is a record of this visit of mine. He was standing silently by the wall.
"I"ve come to take you to lunch," I said to Oscar.
"But he cannot go out," cried Willie.
"Of course he can," I insisted, "I"ve come to take him."
"But where to?" asked Willie.
"Yes, Frank, where to?" repeated Oscar meekly.
"Anywhere you like," I said, "the Savoy if you like, the Cafe Royal for choice."
"Oh, Frank, I dare not," cried Oscar.
"No, no," cried Willie, "there would be a scandal; someone"ll insult him and it would do harm; set people"s backs up."
"Oh, Frank, I dare not," echoed Oscar.
"No one will insult him. There will be no scandal," I replied, "and it will do good."
"But what will people say?" cried Willie.
"No one ever knows what people will say," I retorted, "and people always speak best of those who don"t care a d.a.m.n what they do say."
"Oh, Frank, I could not go to a place like the Savoy where I am well known," objected Oscar.
"All right," I agreed, "you shall go where you like. All London is before us. I must have a talk with you, and it will do you good to get out into the air, and sun yourself and feel the wind in your face.
Come, there"s a hansom at the door."
It was not long before I had conquered his objections and Willie"s absurdities and taken him with me. Scarcely had we left the house when his spirits began to lift, and he rippled into laughter.
"Really, Frank, it is strange, but I do not feel frightened and depressed any more, and the people don"t boo and hiss at me. Is it not dreadful the way they insult the fallen?"
"We are not going to talk about it," I said; "we are going to talk of victories and not of defeats."
"Ah, Frank, there will be no more victories for me."
"Nonsense," I cried; "now where are we going?"
"Some quiet place where I shall not be known."
"You really would not like the Cafe Royal?" I asked. "Nothing will happen to you, and I think you would probably find that one or two people would wish you luck. You have had a rare bad time, and there must be some people who understand what you have gone through and know that it is sufficient punishment for any sin."
"No, Frank," he persisted, "I cannot, I really cannot."
At length we decided on a restaurant in Great Portland Street. We drove there and had a private room.
I had two purposes in me, springing from the one root, the intense desire to help him. I felt sure that if the case came up again for trial he would only be convicted through what I may call good, honest testimony. The jury with their English prejudice; or rather I should say with their healthy English instincts would not take the evidence of vile blackmailers against him; he could only be convicted through untainted evidence such as the evidence of the chambermaids at the Savoy Hotel, and their evidence was over two years old and was weak, inasmuch as the facts, if facts, were not acted upon by the management. Still their testimony was very clear and very positive, and, taken together with that of the blackmailers, sufficient to ensure conviction. After our lunch I laid this view before Oscar. He agreed with me that it was probably the chambermaids" testimony which had weighed most heavily against him. Their statement and Sh.e.l.ley"s had brought about the injurious tone in the Judge"s summing up. The Judge himself had admitted as much.
"The chambermaids" evidence is wrong," Oscar declared. "They are mistaken, Frank. It was not me they spoke about at the Savoy Hotel. It was ----. I was never bold enough. I went to see ---- in the morning in his room."
"Thank G.o.d," I said, "but why didn"t Sir Edward Clarke bring that out?"
"He wanted to; but I would not let him. I told him he must not. I must be true to my friend. I could not let him."
"But he must," I said, "at any rate if he does not I will. I have three weeks and in that three weeks I am going to find the chambermaid. I am going to get a plan of your room and your friend"s room, and I"m going to make her understand that she was mistaken. She probably remembered you because of your size: she mistook you for the guilty person; everybody has always taken you for the ringleader and not the follower."
"But what good is it, Frank, what good is it?" he cried. "Even if you convinced the chambermaid and she retracted; there would still be Sh.e.l.ley, and the Judge laid stress on Sh.e.l.ley"s evidence as untainted."
"Sh.e.l.ley is an accomplice," I cried, "his testimony needs corroboration. You don"t understand these legal quibbles; but there was not a particle of corroboration. Sir Edward Clarke should have had his testimony ruled out. "Twas that conspiracy charge," I cried, "which complicated the matter. Sh.e.l.ley"s evidence, too, will be ruled out at the next trial, you"ll see."
"Oh, Frank," he said, "you talk with pa.s.sion and conviction, as if I were innocent."
"But you are innocent," I cried in amaze, "aren"t you?"
"No, Frank," he said, "I thought you knew that all along."
I stared at him stupidly. "No," I said dully, "I did not know. I did not believe the accusation. I did not believe it for a moment."
I suppose the difference in my tone and manner struck him, for he said, timidly putting out his hand:
"This will make a great difference to you, Frank?"
"No," I said, pulling myself together and taking his hand; and after a pause I went on: "No: curiously enough it has made no difference to me at all. I do not know why; I suppose I have got more sympathy than morality in me. It has surprised me, dumbfounded me. The thing has always seemed fantastic and incredible to me and now you make it exist for me; but it has no effect on my friendship; none upon my resolve to help you. But I see that the battle is going to be infinitely harder than I imagined. In fact, now I don"t think we have a chance of winning a verdict. I came here hoping against fear that it could be won, though I always felt that it would be better in the present state of English feeling to go abroad and avoid the risk of a trial. Now there is no question: you would be insane, as Clarke said, to stay in England. But why on earth did Alfred Douglas, knowing the truth, ever wish you to attack Queensberry?"
"He"s very bold and obstinate, Frank," said Oscar weakly.
"Well, now I must play Crito," I resumed, smiling, "and take you away before the ship comes from Delos."
"Oh, Frank, that would be wonderful; but it"s impossible, quite impossible. I should be arrested before I left London, and shamed again in public: they would boo at me and shout insults.... Oh, it is impossible; I could not risk it."
"Nonsense," I replied, "I believe the authorities would be only too glad if you went. I think Clarke"s challenge to Gill was curiously ill-advised. He should have let sleeping dogs lie. Combative Gill was certain to take up the gauntlet. If Clarke had lain low there might have been no second trial. But that can"t be helped now. Don"t believe that it"s even difficult to get away; it"s easy. I don"t propose to go by Folkestone or Dover."
"But, Frank, what about the people who have stood bail for me? I couldn"t leave them to suffer; they would lose their thousands."