His eyes dropped down over the headlines and he stopped stock still, his face paling. "Dead!" he exclaimed aloud. "Now what"s to become of me!"
As he read the article, displayed prominently on the front page, which told of the death of Dr. Philip Annister, the famous nerve specialist, from heart-disease, he found that he had been, in all probability, the last person who had seen the physician alive. He remembered the sudden failure of strength which had sent the doctor staggering back into his arm-chair.
"I suppose," he said to himself, and was aware of no feeling of compunction, "it was what I told him that did the business. If that d.a.m.ned whelp Gordon had let me alone--what am I to do now?"
When the architect appeared at his office one look at him told Henrietta that she was not to have a comfortable day. "Well, it"s my last one here," she thought, and had occasion, as the hours wore on, to repeat the a.s.surance to herself many times, for comfort"s sake.
Doubly repellent though her service under him had become since that sad day of her sister"s disaster, Henrietta had felt, nevertheless, that justice demanded of her to continue in it until the time for which she had given notice should expire. So, loyal to her sense of fairness, she had kept on, while aversion deepened into loathing and, of late, was even touched with fear.
Over and over again, as her troubles and apprehensions pressed sharply upon her, did her thoughts recur to Hugh Gordon with longing remembrance of the sense of protection and security she had felt in his presence. So much did she dwell upon her memories of the hours they had spent together that in her secret heart the feeling toward him of intimacy and confidence grew ever stronger, and more and more frequently the thought would leap into her mind, "I wish Hugh Gordon were here."
The day which was to be the last of her service as Felix Brand"s secretary proved to be the most trying of all that she had endured. As one unpleasant episode succeeded another her eyes sought the clock again and again and she told herself, "It will be only four hours more," or, "Now it"s only two hours and a half," and again, "In seventy minutes I shall be through."
As the hours dragged on it seemed to her that Brand"s temper grew steadily worse. And he went restlessly from one thing to another, unable to concentrate his attention upon anything. He had on hand several pieces of work, all of which Henrietta knew he was anxious to finish as soon as possible. But he would take up first one, then another, only to throw each one down impatiently with a muttered oath after a few minutes of effort.
Henrietta did not know, as Dr. Annister had not known of his inward compulsion the night before, that within him a stern monitor was making its orders felt and trying to force him to write the message which was to set the seal of finality upon his next disappearance.
He was facing the utter annihilation of his soul, his personal being, while his body, dwelt in by his ruthless enemy, should still live on, seeing the sunshine, breathing the sweet air, loving life. He drew back, terrified but wrathful, from the brink of this black void to which his luring desires had led him.
What was it, that gulf of nothingness, into which his soul had plunged so many times already? Down, down, to what unplumbed depths had it gone, those other times? True, it had come back. But it had brought no tidings of that dumb, black vast into which it had sunk. And thinner and thinner had grown the thread that had drawn it back from that unsensed abyss until now he knew that it was ready to break. His soul was numb with the conviction that, let it be thrust once more over the brink, it would drop beyond recall into oblivion.
It was his own death warrant that this masterful force within him was ordering him to write--the death warrant of him, Felix Brand, ardent lover of life and but barely past its beginning, of all of him save only his fair physical envelope, which would still live and be glad, though he had pa.s.sed into nothingness.
Stronger and stronger, the more he resisted, grew this inner compulsion, until it seemed to have entered into his every nerve and bone and muscle and he feared to remain at his desk lest it force his unwilling hand to write. For an hour he loitered about, staying his steps in other parts of the room, wherever he could make pretense of busying himself.
But at last, in the late afternoon, he suddenly found himself moving in the direction of his desk. He stopped, braced himself, took another step, another, and another, with feet that he could not compel to cling to the floor. And, after long minutes of struggle, he sank finally into his desk chair.
But even yet he would not give up. The muscles of his arm bulged, his neck sinews stood out and his eyes glared red and wrathful in the effort he was making to be his own master. But slowly, with jerking movements, impelled by that inexorable force, his hand moved across the desk, sought to stay itself upon book or inkwell, then, at last completely overmastered, took pen and wrote--wrote the words sent down to it by that dominating power that had taken possession of his will.
He glowered at the letter as it lay before him in its envelope, sealed, stamped and addressed to "Miss Mildred Annister," and muttered, "I"ll not let it go! I"ll tear it up! I"ll get the best of him yet!"
At that moment his secretary appeared at his door and asked him concerning the disposition of certain papers. She was putting everything in order, she told him, so that her successor would have no difficulty in beginning the work.
"Can"t you wait a minute?" he snarled at her over his shoulder.
"Oh, dear!" thought Henrietta, shrinking back. "What"s wrong now, I wonder! Well, I"ll be through in ten minutes, and nothing very dreadful can happen in that time."
Brand rose, swearing angrily, and turned upon her. The affright and consternation in her face maddened him the more.
"Well, what do you want?" he demanded roughly. She repeated what she had said.
"You"re not going to quit today?" he exclaimed, striding back and forth, his heart raging against the letter on his desk and all that it meant.
She reminded him that the time for which she had agreed to remain expired that day. "Haven"t you engaged any one else, Mr. Brand?" she asked, quailing a little as she saw the violent anger that possessed him.
"No! What time have I had to hunt up secretaries? I can"t do without you. You"ll have to stay another week."
Henrietta"s spirit rose. "I shall not stay another day, Mr. Brand!
I"ve given you ample notice, and I have secured another position. I go to work there next week."
He wheeled and strode toward her, a menacing figure. "I tell you, you"ll have to stay another week! You"ll get no more money from me unless you do!" he shouted.
She saw that he was beside himself with a rage that, to her, was inexplainable, and she retreated as he came onward until she stood with her back against the wall and he threatened in front of her, his face working with unrestrained pa.s.sion. The thought flashed upon her that perhaps he had gone suddenly insane.
"You"ve got to stay," Brand shouted again. "I"ll not pay you unless you do!"
He raised his clenched fist, as if he were about to strike her in the face. She threw up her arm to ward off the blow and her thoughts flew to the man upon whom they had dwelt so much these recent days, with quick longing for his care and protection.
"Oh, Hugh! Hugh! If you were here!" she whispered.
Low as was the sound it reached the ears of him who stood in front of her with drawn fist and threatening mien. He started back and she, with her arm before her face, did not see the awesome look that leaped across his countenance. His arm dropped and for a moment his face was the battle-ground of fierce, contending wills and furious pa.s.sions.
Then his whole body writhed as if in a convulsion, his arms sprang straight up in the air and a cry of mortal agony, of defeat, despair and hopeless, futile wrath rang through the room.
So uncanny and so heartbroken was that cry, as might be the howl of a lost soul raging impotently, that it seemed to stop the course of the very blood in her veins. In fear and terror she dropped her guarding arm, half feeling already the blow she expected to receive in her face, and quailing from the raving madman she was sure was about to spring upon her.
But instead of Felix Brand, frenzied and brutal, her eyes fell upon the man whose help she had invoked. Hugh Gordon was before her, his arms upraised as if in grat.i.tude to heaven, his lifted face glowing with triumph. She stared at him with wide, terrified eyes and cowered against the wall, all her faculties numbed by the awesomeness of this miraculous thing.
"I"ve won!" Gordon was crying in exultant tones. "That beast is conquered at last, for good and all!"
He strode a few paces up the room and back, and his figure seemed to grow before Henrietta"s very eyes in his exultation over his victory.
As he turned back his gaze fell upon the terrified girl at whose need he had sprung, with mighty effort, into final, lasting dominance.
"Don"t be frightened," he said gently, leaning toward her with outstretched, rea.s.suring hand. "You called me, and I came--came to help you, to save you, and to love you. You have nothing to fear now.
That incarnate baseness has sunk down, down, too deep for resurrection! He shall never return!"
"Hugh! Hugh!" she quavered. "What have you done with him? Where is he?"
Upon Gordon"s exultant countenance there fell a shade of solemnity. "I know not," he replied in awed tones. "What has become of him is one of the mysteries of the human soul, a mystery whose beginning and whose growth I understand, as you shall too, but whose end no man can explain. The man whom you knew, whom everyone knew, who knew himself, as Felix Brand, is no more. He will never exist again.
"Deliberately that man chose the worse side of his nature and cherished it and tried to ignore and cast out the other, the better side. But, deep down within him, that other side lived and grew strong, until it was strong enough to take possession of his body and cast him out. He is gone!" Gordon"s voice rose again into triumphal tones. "He has dropped into an oblivion man"s thought cannot fathom nor man"s brain understand. He ordained his own destiny, he worked out his own fate. Let him have the end that he himself invited!"
Gordon ceased speaking and leaned toward Henrietta. The terror had left her countenance and in her eyes was the dawning of renewed trust in him.
"Come," he said, "let us leave this place, with all of its wretched memories."
And he took her hand and led her forth.
THE END.