"Sit down."
He was raging like a wild bull about the room.
"Why should I sit down?" He threw up his hands. "I warn you against that man!"
"Sit down!"
I pointed to a chair. He sat down--I knew he would--and he looked as if he would like to eat me for forcing him to do it.
"Now, Mr. Haines, if you feel that you have, to a certain extent, mastered your excitement, perhaps you will be so good as to tell me what is the meaning of your behaviour."
"Nelly----"
"To you, Mr. Haines, I am Mrs. Carruth."
"Nelly, I say!"
In proof of his saying it, he stretched out towards me his clenched fist.
"Even at Strikehigh City, I did not think you capable of insulting an unprotected woman."
"I"m not insulting you."
"If you think not, then your ideas of what an insult is must be your own."
He rubbed his hands slowly up and down his knees. He stared at me hard.
He shook his head.
"It"s very hard; it"s very hard. Between you and the girl, I"m suffering. The lines have fallen on me, and they"re cutting right into my vital places." He brought his hands down upon his knees with a sudden thwack. "I asked you first, before even Daniel said a word to you; I laid myself at your feet."
"Was that my fault?"
He looked at me in silence. Then he drew the back of his hand across his brow.
"No; it was not your fault. I"m not blaming you. It was to be. Some men are made for women"s feet to spurn." He paused. "Mrs. Carruth--since it is to be--I mean you well."
"Some people"s meaning is very badly expressed."
"That"s me. That"s me all through--yes, right along. I ask you again, Who is that man?"
"Are you referring to the gentleman who has just been kind enough to come and see me? That is Mr. Townsend."
"Then Mr. Townsend is a thing of evil--he is!" He held up his forefinger to me with a warning gesture. I did not interrupt. "When I came near him I knew him for what he was. I saw right through. He is a whited sepulchre. I saw the blood gleaming on his hand. I could not stay where he was. I went outside, and stood on the corner of the street until I saw him go. And when I came back, I found that his presence was still with the house."
For my part I was glad that it was--if it was.
"This sort of talk, coming from you, is very ridiculous. Has your own life been so pure that you should attempt to blacken another man"s character merely because he is my friend?"
"Pure? No; no man"s life is pure. We are born to evil like the sparks fly upwards. But there"s a difference."
"Pray, in what does the difference consist? I presume you have not forgotten that at least a portion of your record is known to me?"
He shook his head with dogged insistence.
"There is a difference. You know there is a difference. There"s bad ones and there"s bad ones; and Mr. Townsend"s the sort of creature that no woman ought to have any truck with. He"ll bite you if you do."
I got up from my chair.
"I am sorry this should have happened, Mr. Haines. I fear I shall have to ask you to come and see me more seldom than you have been in the habit of doing. I hope Mr. Townsend will be a frequent visitor. It would be pleasant neither for you nor for me for you to have to meet him, in my house, when you hold the opinions of him which you say you do."
He pressed his lips. He looked, if anything, sourer than ever.
"So Mr. Townsend is going to be a frequent visitor, is he? And how about Daniel?--and about me?"
I laughed.
"About you, Mr. Haines? I hope, Mr. Haines, that you will have a cup of tea."
He had one. And did penance in having it. For he hated tea.
And it was cold.
CHAPTER XXIV.
WHAT MRS. CARRUTH SAW.
All sorts of things have happened--past all belief. Tommy Tennant has been arrested for murder--for the murder of me! Those wise police! And Reginald Townsend is coming to dine.
But let us proceed in order. Each thing in its place, and one at a time.
To take two or three things to begin with. The muddle they have made about what happened at Three Bridges is, really, in its way, quite marvellous. And it all pans out so clean--or seems to--to those who are looking on. No one is talking of anything else, and some of them talk of it to me. It only wants Mr. Townsend to favour me with a few remarks, and Tommy to add a postscript, to make me begin to think that I must be dreaming.
They have found the porter who saw me into the train at Brighton, and he has declared that the corpse is me! What a sweet creature that porter man must be! And they have found the porter who saw Tommy get out of the empty, blood-stained carriage at Victoria. But how they have found Tommy himself I don"t, as yet, altogether understand. I know they have not found me.
I have had another sight of Tommy since the one on that first night--or, rather, so early in the morning. And, again, the manner of it was curious.
I have been in rather a predicament since I realised that Tommy and I were neighbours. There has been a certain delicacy about the situation.
I might tell tales of him--he is married! I have seen his wife--such a pretty woman; but, unless I am mistaken, she wears the breeches! But they would not do him a t.i.the of the injury his tales would do me. And we women are so handicapped. The justice of the world is so unjust. A man may steal the horse, while we may not look over the hedge.
Primitive civilisations are, after all, in certain respects, the best; but then they lack the very things we want!
I"m a widow--_bona fide_. I could put down as much hard cash, dollar for dollar, as many women who are famed for riches. I want to begin again. I have ambitions. I want to ruffle it among the best of them.
Why shouldn"t I? I have the qualities. So I have taken this highly respectable house in this highly respectable street, and furnished it in a highly respectable manner. I wanted to look about me--to find out where I am. I did not want to start with a splash, or folks would want to know who I was. And there are people who could tell them. For instance, Tommy for one. I want some one to launch me; some one fully equipped with the necessary equipment to give me a good send-off.
Tommy, if he liked, could spoil me. On the thin ice of my perfect respectability, at this stage of the game, I stand or fall; and, if I do fall, I fall right in. If I had known that Tommy and I were neighbours, I should have behaved in a very different fashion when I discovered we were fellow-pa.s.sengers. I should have shown a spirit of Christian forgiveness; and, in excusing the past, I should have buried the hatchet. Tommy is a good-hearted creature, in his way. I could have easily induced him to hold his tongue, or even to a.s.sist me with a helping hand.