Arrived at the dismal building which he knew to be the police-station, he was shown into a small room hung round with papers, where the warden was writing, and desired, with an authority so evidently accustomed to obedience that it invariably insured it, to see the prisoner. The prisoner, he said, at whose arrest he had been present, had expressed a wish to see him through the doctor; and as the warden demurred for the s.p.a.ce of one second, Charles mentioned that he was a magistrate and justice of the peace, and sternly desired the confused official to show him the way at once. That functionary, awed by the stately manner which none knew better than Charles when to a.s.sume, led the way down a narrow stone pa.s.sage, past numerous doors behind one of which a banging sound, accompanied by alcoholic oaths, suggested the presence of a freeborn Briton chafing under restraint.
"I had him put up-stairs, sir," said the warden, humbly. "We didn"t know when he came in as it was a case for the infirmary; but seeing he was wanted for a big thing, and poorly in his "ealth, I giv" him one of the superior cells, with a mattress and piller complete."
The man was evidently afraid that Charles had come as a magistrate to give him a reprimand of some kind, for, as he led the way up a narrow stone staircase, he continued to expatiate on the luxury of the "mattress and piller," on the superiority of the cell, and how a nurse had been sent for at once from the infirmary, when, owing to his own shrewdness, the prisoner was found to be "a hospital case."
"The doctor wouldn"t have him moved," he said, opening a closed door in a long pa.s.sage full of doors, the rest of which stood open. "It"s not reg"lar to have him in here, sir, I know; but the doctor wouldn"t have him moved."
Charles pa.s.sed through the door, and found himself in a narrow whitewashed cell, with a bed at one side, over which an old woman in the dress of a hospital nurse was bending.
"You can come out, Martha," said the warden. "The gentleman"s come to see "im."
As the old woman disappeared, courtesying, he lingered to say, in a whisper, "Do you know him, sir?"
"Yes," said Charles, looking fixedly at the figure on the bed. "I remember him. I knew him years ago, in his better days. I dare say he will have something to tell me."
"If it should be anything as requires a witness," continued the man--"he"s said a deal already, and it"s all down in proper form--but if there"s anything more----"
"I will let you know," said Charles, looking towards the door, and the warden took the hint and went out of it, closing it quietly.
Charles crossed the little room, and, sitting down in the crazy chair beside the bed, laid his hand gently on the listless hand lying palm upward on the rough gray counterpane.
"Raymond," he said; "it is I, Danvers."
The hand trembled a little, and made a faint attempt to clasp his.
Charles took the cold, lifeless hand, and held it in his strong gentle grasp.
"It is Danvers," he said again.
The sick man turned his head slowly on the pillow, and looked fixedly at him. Death"s own color, which imitation can never imitate, nor ignorance mistake, was stamped upon that rigid face.
"I"m done for," he said with a faint smile, which touched the lips but did not reach the solemn far-reaching eyes.
Charles could not speak.
"You said I should turn up tails once too often," continued Raymond, with slow halting utterance, "and I"ve done it. I knew it was all up when I pitched over that d----d wall onto the stones. I felt I"d killed myself."
"How did they get you?" said Charles.
"I don"t know," replied Raymond, closing his eyes wearily, as if the subject had ceased to interest him. "I think I tried to creep along under the wall towards the place where it is broken down, when I fancy some one came over long after the others and knocked me on the head."
Charles reflected with sudden wrath that Brooks, no doubt, had been the man, and how much worse than useless his manoeuvre with the stick had been.
"I did my best," he said, humbly.
"Yes," replied the other; "and I would not have forgotten it, either, if--if there had been any time to remember it in; but there won"t be.
I"ve owned up," he continued, in a labored whisper. "Stephens has made a full confession. You"ll have it in all the papers to-morrow. And while I was at it I piled on some more I never did, which will get friends over the water out of trouble. Tom Flavell did me a good turn once, and he"s been in hiding these two years for--well, it don"t much matter what, but I"ve shoved that in with the rest, though it was never in my line--never. He"ll be able to go home now."
"Have not you confessed under your own name?"
"No," replied Raymond, with a curious remnant of that pride of race at which it is the undisputed privilege of low birth and a plebeian temperament to sneer. "I won"t have my own name dragged in. I dropped it years ago. I"ve confessed as Stephens, and I"ll die and be buried as Stephens. I"m not going to disgrace the family."
There was a constrained silence of some minutes.
"Would you like to see your sister?" asked Charles; but Raymond shook his head with feeble decision.
"That man!" he said, suddenly, after a long pause. "That man in the door-way! How did he come there?"
"There is no man in the door-way," said Charles, rea.s.suringly. "There is no one here but me."
"Last night," continued Raymond, "last night in the stables. I watched him stand in the door-way."
Charles remembered how Dare had said Raymond had bolted out past him.
"That was Dare," he said; "the man who was to have been your brother-in-law."
"Ah!" said Raymond with evident unconcern. "I thought I"d seen him before. But he"s altered. He"s grown into a man. So he is to marry Ruth, is he?"
"Not now. He was to have done, but a divorced wife from America has turned up. She arrived at Vandon the day before yesterday. It seems the divorce in America does not hold in England."
Raymond started.
"The old fox," he said, with feeble energy. "Tracked him out, has she?
We used to call them fox and goose when she married him. By ----, she squeezed every dollar out of him before she let him go, and now she"s got him again, has she? She always was a cool hand. The old fox," he continued, with contempt and admiration in his voice. "She"s playing a bold game, and the luck is on her side, but she"s no more his wife than I am, and she knows that perfectly well."
"Do you mean that the divorce was----"
"Divorce, bosh!" said Raymond, working himself up into a state of feeble excitement frightful to see. "I tell you she was never married to him legally. She called herself a widow when she married Dare, but she had a husband living, Jasper Carroll, serving his time at Baton Rouge Jail, down South, all the time. He died there a year afterwards, but hardly a soul knows it to this day; and those that do don"t care about bringing themselves into public notice. They"ll prefer hush-money, if they find out what she"s up to now. The prison register would prove it directly.
But Dare will never find it out. How should he?"
Raymond sank back speechless and panting. A strong shudder pa.s.sed over him, and his breath seemed to fail.
"It"s coming," he whispered, hoa.r.s.ely. "That lying doctor said I had several hours, and I feel it coming already."
"Danvers," he continued, hurriedly, "are you still there?" Then, as Charles bent over him, "Closer; bend down. I want to see your face. Keep your own counsel about Dare. There"s no one to tell if you don"t. He"s not fit for Ruth. You can marry her now. I saw what I saw. She"ll take you. And some day--some day, when you have been married a long time, tell her I"m dead; and tell her--about Flavell, and how I owned to it--but that I did not do it. I never sank so low as that." His voice had dropped to a whisper which died imperceptibly away.
"I will tell her," said Charles; and Raymond turned his face to the wall, and spoke no more.
The struggle had pa.s.sed, and for the moment death held aloof; but his shadow was there, lying heavy on the deepening twilight, and darkening all the little room. Raymond seemed to have sunk into a stupor, and at last Charles rose silently and went out.
He was dimly conscious of meeting some one in the pa.s.sage, of answering some question in the negative, and then he found himself gathering up the reins, and driving through the narrow lighted streets of D---- in the dusk, and so away down the long flat high-road to Atherstone.
A white mist had risen up to meet the darkness, and had shrouded all the land. In sweeps and curves along the fields a gleaming pallor lay of heavy dew upon the gra.s.s, and on the road the long lines of dim water in the ruts reflected the dim sky.
Carts lumbered past him in the darkness once or twice, the men in them peering back at his reckless driving; and once a carriage with lamps came swiftly up the road towards him, and pa.s.sed him with a flash, grazing his wheel. But he took no heed. Drive as quickly as he would through mist and darkness, a voice followed him, the voice of a pursuing devil close at his ear, whispering in the halting, feeble utterance of a dying man:
"Keep your own counsel about Dare. There is no one to tell if you don"t."
Charles shivered and set his teeth. High on the hill among the trees the distant lights of Slumberleigh shone like glowworms through the mist. He looked at them with wild eyes. She was there, the woman who loved him, and whom he pa.s.sionately loved. He could stretch forth his hand to take her if he would. His breath came hard and thick. A hand seemed clutching and tearing at his heart. And close at his ear the whisper came: