"I don"t want father to interfere--" began Bell, when her parent gripped her arm, and cutting her short with a scowl conducted her to the door.
"Don"t you git m" back up," he whispered savagely, "or you"ll be cussedly sorry for yerself an" everyone else. Go to yer mother."
"But, father, I--"
"Go to yer mother, I tell y"," growled the man, whereupon Bell, seeing that her father was in a soberly brutal state, which was much more dangerous than his usual drunken condition, hastily left the room, and closed the door after her. "An" now, m" lord," continued Mosk, returning to the bishop, "jus" look at me."
Dr Pendle did so, but it was not a pretty object he contemplated, for the man was untidy, unwashed and frowsy in looks. He was red-eyed and white-faced, but perfectly sober, although there was every appearance about him of having only lately recovered from a prolonged debauch.
Consequently his temper was morose and uncertain, and the bishop, having a respect for the dignity of his position and cloth, felt uneasy at the prospect of a quarrel with this degraded creature. But Dr Pendle"s spirit was not one to fail him in such an emergency, and he surveyed Mr Caliban in a cool and leisurely manner.
"I"m a father, I am!" continued Mosk, defiantly, "an" as good a father as you. My gal"s goin" to marry your son. Now, m" lord, what have you to say to that?"
"Moderate your tone, my man," said the bishop, imperiously; "a conversation conducted in this manner can hardly be productive of good results either to yourself or to your daughter."
"I don" mean any "arm!" replied Mosk, rather cowed, "but I mean to "ave m" rights, I do."
"Your rights? What do you mean?"
"M" rights as a father," explained the man, sulkily. "Your son"s bin runnin" arter m" gal, and lowerin" of her good name."
"Hold your tongue, sir. Mr Pendle"s intentions with regard to Miss Mosk are most honourable."
"They"d better be," threatened the other, "or I"ll know how to make "em so. Ah, that I shall."
"You talk idly, man," said the bishop, coldly.
"I talk wot"ll do, m" lord. Who"s yer son, anyhow? My gal"s as good as he, an" a sight better. She"s born on the right side of the blanket, she is. There now!"
A qualm as of deadly sickness seized Dr Pendle, and he started from his chair with a pale face and a startled eye.
"What do you--you--you mean, man?" he asked again.
Mosk laughed scornfully, and lugging a packet of papers out of his pocket flung it on the table. "That"s what I mean," said he; "certif"cate! letters! story! Yer wife ain"t yer wife; Gabriel"s only Gabriel an" not Pendle at all!"
"Certificate! letters!" gasped the bishop, s.n.a.t.c.hing them up. "You got these from Jentham."
"That I did; he left them with me afore he went out to meet you."
"You--you murderer!"
"Murderer! Halloa!" cried Mosk, recoiling, pale and startled.
"Murderer!" repeated Dr Pendle. "Jentham showed these to me on the common; you must have taken them from his dead body. You are the man who shot him."
"It"s a lie," whispered Mosk, with pale lips, shrinking back, "an" if I did, you daren"t tell. I know your secret."
"Secret or not, you shall suffer for your crime," cried the bishop, with a stride towards the door.
"Stand back! It"s a lie! I"m desperate. I didn"t kill--Hark!"
There was a noise outside which terrified the guilty conscience of the murderer. He did not know that the officers of justice were at the door, not did the bishop, but the unexpected sound turned their blood to water, and made their hearts, the innocent and the guilty, knock at their ribs. A sharp knock came at the door.
"Help!" cried the bishop. "The murderer!" and he sprang forward to throw himself on the shaking, shambling wretch. Mosk eluded him, but uttered a squeaking cry like the shriek of a hunted hare in the jaws of the greyhound. The next instant the room seemed to swarm with men, and the bishop as in a dream heard the merciless formula of the law p.r.o.nounced by Tinkler,--
"In the name of the Queen I arrest you, William Mosk, on a charge of murder."
CHAPTER x.x.xV
THE HONOUR OF GABRIEL
Great as had been the popular excitement over Jentham"s death, it was almost mild compared with that which swept through Beorminster when his murderer was discovered and arrested. No one had ever thought of connecting Mosk with the crime; and even on his seizure by warrant many declined to believe in his guilt. Nevertheless, when the man was brought before the magistrates, the evidence adduced against him by Baltic was so strong and clear and irrefutable that, without a dissenting word from the Bench, the prisoner was committed to stand his trial at the ensuing a.s.sizes. Mosk made no defence; he did not even offer a remark; but, accepting his fate with sullen apathy, sunk into a lethargic, un.o.bservant state, out of which nothing and no person could arouse him.
His brain appeared to have been stunned by the suddenness of his calamity.
Many people expressed surprise that Bishop Pendle should have been present when the man was arrested, and some blamed him for having even gone to The Derby Winner. A disreputable pot-house, they whispered, was not the neighbourhood in which a spiritual lord should be found. But Mrs Pansey, for once on the side of right, soon put a stop to such talk by informing one and all that the bishop had visited the hotel at her request in order to satisfy himself that the reports and scandals about it were true. That Mosk should have been arrested while Dr Pendle was making his inquiries was a pure coincidence, and it was greatly to the bishop"s credit that he had helped to secure the murderer. In fact, Mrs Pansey was not very sure but what he had taken the wretch in charge with his own august hands.
And the bishop himself? He was glad that Mrs Pansey, to foster her own vanity, had put this complexion on his visit to the hotel, as it did away with any need of a true but uncomfortable explanation. Also he had carried home with him the packet tossed on the table by Mosk, therefore, so far as actual proof was concerned, his secret was still his own. But the murderer knew it, for not only were the certificate and letters in the bundle, but there was also a sheet of memoranda set down by Krant, _alias_ Jentham, which proved clearly that the so-called Mrs Pendle was really his wife.
"If I destroy these papers," thought the bishop, "all immediate evidence likely to reveal the truth will be done away with. But Mosk knows that Amy is not my wife; that my marriage is illegal, that my children are nameless; out of revenge for my share in his arrest, he may tell someone the story and reveal the name of the church wherein Amy was married to Krant. Then the register there will disclose my secret to anyone curious enough to search the books. What shall I do? What can I do? I dare not visit Mosk. I dare not ask Graham to see him. There is nothing to be done but to hope for the best. If this miserable man speaks out, I shall be ruined."
Dr Pendle quite expected ruin, for he had no hope that a coa.r.s.e and cruel criminal would be honourable enough to hold his tongue. But this belief, although natural enough, showed how the bishop misjudged the man. From the moment of his arrest, Mosk spoke no ill of Dr Pendle; he hinted at no secret, and to all appearances was quite determined to carry it with him to the scaffold. On the third day of his arrest, however, he roused himself from his sullen silence, and asked that young Mr Pendle might be sent for. The governor of the prison, antic.i.p.ating a confession to be made in due form to a priest, hastily sent for Gabriel.
The young man obeyed the summons at once, for, his father having informed him of Mosk"s acquaintance with the secret, he was most anxious to learn from the man himself whether he intended to talk or keep silent. It was with a beating heart that Gabriel was ushered into the prison cell.
By special permission the interview was allowed to be private, for Mosk positively refused to speak in the presence of a third person. He was sitting on his bed when the parson entered, but looked up with a gleam of joy in his blood-shot eyes when he was left alone with the young man.
""Tis good of you to come and see a poor devil, Mr Pendle," he said in a grateful voice. "Y"ll be no loser by yer kin"ness, I can tell y"."
"To whom should a priest come, save to those who need him?"
"Oh, stow that!" growled Mosk, in a tone of disgust; "if I want religion I can get more than enough from that Baltic cove. He"s never done preachin" and prayin" as if I were a bloomin" "eathen. No, Mr Pendle, it ain"t as a priest as I asked y" t" see me, but as a man--as a gentleman!" His voice broke. "It"s about my poor gal," he whispered.
"About Bell," faltered Gabriel, nervously clasping his hands together.
"Yes! I s"pose, sir, you won"t think of marryin" her now?"
"Mosk! Mosk! who am I that I should visit your sins on her innocent head?"
"Hold "ard!" cried Mosk, his face lighting up; "does that Bible speech mean as y" are goin" to behave honourable?"
"How else did you expect me to behave? Mosk!" said Gabriel, laying a slim hand on the man"s knee, "after your arrest I went to The Derby Winner. It is shut up, and I was unable to enter, as Bell refused to see me. The shock of your evil deed has made your wife so ill that her life is despaired of. Bell is by her bedside night and day, so this is no time for me to talk of marriage. But I give you my word of honour, that in spite of the disgrace you have brought upon her, Bell shall be my wife."
Mosk burst out crying like a child. "G.o.d bless you, Mr Pendle!" he sobbed, catching at Gabriel"s hand. "You have lifted a weight off my heart. I don"t care if I do swing now; I daresay I deserve to swing, but as long as she"s all right!--my poor gal! It"s a sore disgrace to her.
And Susan, too. Susan"s dyin", y" say! Well, it"s my fault; but if I"ve sinned I"ve got to pay a long price for it."
"Alas! alas! the wages of sin is death."