"Mr. Jackson said how I was to give it to your father," protested the messenger.
"Well, well," responded Mr. Kemble, perturbed and anxious, "I"m here.
You can go unless there"s an answer required."
"Wasn"t told nothin" "bout one," growled the departing errand-boy.
"Give the note to me, Helen," said her father. "Why do you stare at it so?"
She handed it to him without a word, but looked searchingly in his face, and so did his wife, who had joined him.
"Why, this is rather strange," he said.
"I think it is," added Helen, emphatically.
Mrs. Kemble took the note and after a moment e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed: "Well, thank the Lord! it isn"t about Hobart."
"No, no," said the banker, almost irritably. "We"ve all worried about Hobart till in danger of making fools of ourselves. As if people never get sick and send for relatives, or as if letters were never delayed!
Why, bless me! haven"t we heard to-day that he was well? and hasn"t Jackson, who knows more about other people"s business than his own, been considerate enough to say that his request has nothing to do with Hobart? It is just as he says, some one is sick and wants to arrange about money matters before banking hours to-morrow. There, it isn"t far. I"ll soon be back."
"Let me go with you, father," pleaded Helen. "I can stay with Mrs.
Jackson or sit in the parlor till you are through."
"Oh, no, indeed."
"Papa, I AM going with you," said Helen, half-desperately. "I don"t believe I am so troubled for nothing. Perhaps it"s a merciful warning, and I may be of use to you."
"Oh, let her go, father," said his wife. "She had better be with you than nervously worrying at home. I"ll be better satisfied if she is with you."
"Bundle up well, then, and come along, you silly little girl."
Nichol was too agreeably occupied with his supper to miss Hobart, who watched in the darkened parlor for the coming of Mr. Kemble. At last he saw the banker pa.s.sing through the light streaming from a shop-window, and also recognized Helen at his side. His ruse in sending a note purporting to come from the landlord had evidently failed; and here was a new complication. He was so exhausted in body and mind that he felt he could not meet the girl now without giving way utterly. Hastily returning to the room in which were Nichol and Jackson, he summoned the latter and said, "Unfortunately, Miss Kemble is coming with her father.
Keep your counsel; give me a light in another private room; detain the young lady in the parlor, and then, bring Mr. Kemble to me."
"Ah, glad to see you, Mr. Kemble," said the landlord, a moment or two later, with rea.s.suring cheerfulness; "you too, Miss Helen. That"s right, take good care of the old gentleman. Yes, we have a sick man here who wants to see you, sir. Miss Helen, take a seat in the parlor by the fire while I turn up the lamp. Guess you won"t have to wait long."
"Now, Helen," said her father, smiling at her significantly, "can you trust me out of your sight to go upstairs with Mr. Jackson?"
Much relieved, she smiled in return and sat down to wait.
"Who is this man, Jackson?" Mr. Kemble asked on the stairs.
"Well, sir, he said he would explain everything."
A moment later the banker needed not Martine"s warning gesture enjoining silence, for he was speechless with astonishment.
"Mr. Jackson," whispered Martine, "will you please remain in the other room and look after your patient?"
"Hobart," faltered Mr. Kemble, "in the name of all that"s strange, what does this mean?"
"It is indeed very strange, sir. You must summon all your nerve and fort.i.tude to help us through. Never before were your strength and good strong common-sense more needed. I"ve nearly reached the end of my endurance. Please, sir, for Helen"s sake, preserve your self-control and the best use of all your faculties, for you must now advise. Mr.
Kemble, Captain Nichol is alive."
The banker sank into a chair and groaned. "This would have been glad news to me once; I suppose it should be so now. But how, how can this be?"
"Well, sir, as you say, it should be glad news; it will be to all eventually. I am placed in a very hard position; but I have tried to do my duty, and will."
"Why, Hobart, my boy, you look more worn than you did after your illness. Merciful Heaven! what a complication!"
"A far worse one than you can even imagine. Captain Nichol wouldn"t know you. His memory was destroyed at the time of the injury. All before that is gone utterly;" and Martine rapidly narrated what is already known to the reader, concluding, "I"m sorry Helen came with you, and I think you had better get her home as soon as possible. I could not take him to my home for several reasons, or at least I thought it best not to. It is my belief that the sight of Helen, the tones of her voice, will restore him; and I do not think it best for him to regain his consciousness of the past in a dwelling prepared for Helen"s reception as my wife. Perhaps later on, too, you will understand why I cannot see him there. I shall need a home, a refuge with no such a.s.sociations. Here, on this neutral ground, I thought we could consult, and if necessary send for his parents to-night. I would have telegraphed you, but the case is so complicated, so difficult.
Helen must be gradually prepared for the part she must take. Cost me what it may, Nichol must have his chance. His memory may come back instantly and he recall everything to the moment of his injury. What could be more potent to effect this than the sight and voice of Helen?
No one here except Jackson is now aware of his condition. If she can restore him, no one else, not even his parents, need know anything about it, except in a general way. It will save a world of disagreeable talk and distress. At any rate, this course seemed the best I could hit upon in my distracted condition."
"Well, Hobart, my poor young friend, you have been tried as by fire,"
said Mr. Kemble, in a voice broken by sympathy; "G.o.d help you and guide us all in this strange snarl! I feel that the first thing to be done is to get Helen home. Such tidings as yours should be broken to her in that refuge only."
"I agree with you most emphatically, Mr. Kemble. In the seclusion of her own home, with none present except yourself and her mother, she should face this thing and nerve herself to act her part, the most important of all. If she cannot awaken Captain Nichol"s memory, it is hard to say what will, or when he will be restored."
"Possibly seeing me, so closely a.s.sociated with her, may have the same effect," faltered the banker.
"I doubt it; but we can try it. Don"t expect me to speak while in the hallway. Helen, no doubt, is on the alert, and I cannot meet her to-night. I am just keeping up from sheer force of will. You must try to realize it. This discovery will change everything for me. Helen"s old love will revive in all-absorbing power. I"ve faced this in thought, but cannot in reality NOW--I simply CANNOT. It would do no good. My presence would be an embarra.s.sment to her, and I taxed beyond mortal endurance. You may think me weak, but I cannot help it. As soon as possible I must put you, and if you think best, Captain Nichol"s father, in charge of the situation. Jackson can send for his father at once if you wish."
"I do wish it immediately. I can"t see my way through this. I would like Dr. Barnes" advice and presence also."
"I think it would be wise, sir. The point I wish to make is that I have done about all that I now can in this affair. My further presence is only another complication. At any rate, I must have a respite--the privilege of going quietly to my own home as soon as possible."
"Oh, Hobart, my heart aches for you; it just ACHES for you. You have indeed been called upon to endure a hundredfold too much in this strange affair. How it will all end G.o.d only knows. I understand you sufficiently. Leave the matter to me now. We will have Dr. Barnes and Mr. and Mrs. Nichol here as soon as can be. I suppose I had better see the captain a few moments and then take Helen home."
Martine led the way into the other apartment, where Nichol, rendered good-natured by his supper and a cigar, was conversing sociably with the landlord. Mr. Kemble fairly trembled as he came forward, involuntarily expecting that the man so well known to him must give some sign of recognition.
Nichol paid no heed to him. He had been too long accustomed to see strangers coming and going to give them either thought or attention.
"I say, Hob"t Ma"tine," he began, "don" yer cuss me fer eatin" all the supper. I "lowed ter this Jackson, as yer call "im, that yer"d get a bite somewhar else, en he "lowed yer would."
"All right, Nichol; I"m glad you had a good supper."
"I say, Jackson, this Ma"tine"s a cur"ous chap--mo cur"ous than I be, I reckon. He"s been actin" cur"ous ever since he seed me in the horspital. It"s all cur"ous. "Fore he come, doctors en folks was trying ter fin" out "bout me, en this Ma"tine "lows he knows all "bout me. Ef he wuzn"t so orful glum, he"d be a good chap anuff, ef he is cur"ous.
Hit"s all a-changin" somehow, en yet" tisn"t. Awhile ago n.o.body knowd "bout me, en they wuz allus a-pesterin" of me with questions. En now Ma"tine en you "low you know "bout me, yet you ast questions jes" the same. Like anuff this man yere," pointing with his cigar to Mr. Kemble, who was listening with a deeply-troubled face, "knows "bout me too, yet wants to ast questions. I don" keer ef I do say it, I had better times with the Johnnies that call me Yankee Blank than I ever had sence.
Well, ole duffer [to Mr. Kemble], ast away and git yer load off"n yer mind. I don"t like glum faces roun" en folks jes" nach.e.l.ly bilin" over with questions."
"No, Captain Nichol," said the banker, gravely and sadly, "I"ve no questions to ask. Good-by for the present."
Nichol nodded a careless dismissal and resumed his reminiscences with Jackson, whose eager curiosity and readiness to laugh were much more to his mind.
Following the noise made by closing the door, Helen"s voice rang up from the hall below, "Papa!"
"Yes, I"m coming, dear," he tried to answer cheerily. Then he wrung Martine"s hand and whispered, "Send for Dr. Barnes. G.o.d knows you should have relief. Tell Jackson also to have a carriage go for Mr.
Nichol at once. After the doctor comes you may leave all in our hands.
Good-by."