"You know the facts?"
"I have read all the papers."
"I was not believed on the stand."
"It was your manner--"
"I could not help my manner. I was keeping something back, and, being unused to deceit, I could not act quite naturally."
"Why did you keep something back? When you saw the unfavourable impression made by your reticence, why did you not speak up and frankly tell your story?"
"Because I was ashamed. Because I thought it would hurt me more to speak than to keep silent. I do not think so now; but I did then--and so made my great mistake. You must remember not only the awful shock of my double loss, but the sense of guilt accompanying it; for my husband and I had quarreled that night, quarreled bitterly--that was why I had run away into another room and not because I was feeling ill and impatient of the baby"s fretful cries."
"So people have thought." In saying this, Miss Strange was perhaps cruelly emphatic. "You wish to explain that quarrel? You think it will be doing any good to your cause to go into that matter with me now?"
"I cannot say; but I must first clear my conscience and then try to convince you that quarrel or no quarrel, he never took his own life. He was not that kind. He had an abnormal fear of death. I do not like to say it but he was a physical coward. I have seen him turn pale at the least hint of danger. He could no more have turned that muzzle upon his own breast than he could have turned it upon his baby. Some other hand shot him, Miss Strange. Remember the open window, the shattered mirror; and I think I know that hand."
Her head had fallen forward on her breast. The emotion she showed was not so eloquent of grief as of deep personal shame.
"You think you know the man?" In saying this, Violet"s voice sunk to a whisper. It was an accusation of murder she had just heard.
"To my great distress, yes. When Mr. Hammond and I were married," the widow now proceeded in a more determined tone, "there was another man--a very violent one--who vowed even at the church door that George and I should never live out two full years together. We have not. Our second anniversary would have been in November."
"But--"
"Let me say this: the quarrel of which I speak was not serious enough to occasion any such act of despair on his part. A man would be mad to end his life on account of so slight a disagreement. It was not even on account of the person of whom I"ve just spoken, though that person had been mentioned between us earlier in the evening, Mr. Hammond having come across him face to face that very afternoon in the subway. Up to this time neither of us had seen or heard of him since our wedding-day."
"And you think this person whom you barely mentioned, so mindful of his old grudge that he sought out your domicile, and, with the intention of murder, climbed the trellis leading to your room and turned his pistol upon the shadowy figure which was all he could see in the semi-obscurity of a much lowered gas-jet?"
"A man in the dark does not need a bright light to see his enemy when he is intent upon revenge."
Miss Strange altered her tone.
"And your husband? You must acknowledge that he shot off his pistol whether the other did or not."
"It was in self-defence. He would shoot to save his own life--or the baby"s."
"Then he must have heard or seen--"
"A man at the window."
"And would have shot there?"
"Or tried to."
"Tried to?"
"Yes; the other shot first--oh, I"ve thought it all out--causing my husband"s bullet to go wild. It was his which broke the mirror."
Violet"s eyes, bright as stars, suddenly narrowed.
"And what happened then?" she asked. "Why cannot they find the bullet?"
"Because it went out of the window;--glanced off and went out of the window."
Mrs. Hammond"s tone was triumphant; her look spirited and intense.
Violet eyed her compa.s.sionately.
"Would a bullet glancing off from a mirror, however hung, be apt to reach a window so far on the opposite side?"
"I don"t know; I only know that it did," was the contradictory, almost absurd, reply.
"What was the cause of the quarrel you speak of between your husband and yourself? You see, I must know the exact truth and all the truth to be of any a.s.sistance to you."
"It was--it was about the care I gave, or didn"t give, the baby. I feel awfully to have to say it, but George did not think I did my full duty by the child. He said there was no need of its crying so; that if I gave it the proper attention it would not keep the neighbours and himself awake half the night. And I--I got angry and insisted that I did the best I could; that the child was naturally fretful and that if he wasn"t satisfied with my way of looking after it, he might try his. All of which was very wrong and unreasonable on my part, as witness the awful punishment which followed."
"And what made you get up and leave him?"
"The growl he gave me in reply. When I heard that, I bounded out of bed and said I was going to the spare room to sleep; and if the baby cried he might just try what he could do himself to stop it."
"And he answered?"
"This, just this--I shall never forget his words as long as I live--"If you go, you need not expect me to let you in again no matter what happens.""
"He said that?"
"And locked the door after me. You see I could not tell all that."
"It might have been better if you had. It was such a natural quarrel and so unprovocative of actual tragedy."
Mrs. Hammond was silent. It was not difficult to see that she had no very keen regrets for her husband personally. But then he was not a very estimable man nor in any respect her equal.
"You were not happy with him," Violet ventured to remark.
"I was not a fully contented woman. But for all that he had no cause to complain of me except for the reason I have mentioned. I was not a very intelligent mother. But if the baby were living now--O, if he were living now--with what devotion I should care for him."
She was on her feet, her arms were raised, her face impa.s.sioned with feeling. Violet, gazing at her, heaved a little sigh. It was perhaps in keeping with the situation, perhaps extraneous to it, but whatever its source, it marked a change in her manner. With no further check upon her sympathy, she said very softly:
"It is well with the child."
The mother stiffened, swayed, and then burst into wild weeping.
"But not with me," she cried, "not with me. I am desolate and bereft. I have not even a home in which to hide my grief and no prospect of one."
"But," interposed Violet, "surely your husband left you something? You cannot be quite penniless?"
"My husband left nothing," was the answer, uttered without bitterness, but with all the hardness of fact. "He had debts. I shall pay those debts. When these and other necessary expenses are liquidated, there will be but little left. He made no secret of the fact that he lived close up to his means. That is why he was induced to take on a life insurance. Not a friend of his but knows his improvidence. I--I have not even jewels. I have only my determination and an absolute conviction as to the real nature of my husband"s death."