"And she"ll be horrified--when she knows."
"She"ll not believe it."
"If he is wise, he"ll plead guilty--his solicitor will advise him to do that. It is his one chance. . . ."
"His one chance?" queried the other vaguely.
"Of escaping the gallows. If he pleads guilty, many extenuating circ.u.mstances will be admitted--his own spotless reputation--and also intense provocation. He"ll get a life sentence, or even perhaps----"
But with a loud oath, the most forcible one he had ever uttered in his life, Colonel Harris had jumped to his feet and brought a heavy fist crashing down upon the table.
"And by the living G.o.d, Tom," he said, "I"ll not believe it. No! not for all your witnesses, and your cross questionings, and your d.a.m.nable proofs. No! I"ll not believe it, and I know that my girl will not believe it either--not until we hear the word "guilty" spoken by Luke"s own lips. And we"ll not leave London, we"ll not go abroad, we"ll not desert Luke; for I swear, by G.o.d that I don"t believe that he is an a.s.sa.s.sin."
Men who have always been accounted weak often have moments of unexpected strength. Colonel Harris now seemed to tower morally and mentally over his brother-in-law. The pa.s.sion of loyalty was in him, and caused his eyes to sparkle and his cheeks to glow. The oath he uttered he spoke with fervour: there would be no faltering, no wavering in his defence of Luke.
Sir Thomas waited a minute or two, allowing his old friend to recover his normal self-control as well as his breath, which was coming and going in quick gasps. Then he said quietly:
"As you will, old man. Have another cigar."
CHAPTER XXII
THEN THE MIRACLE WAS WROUGHT
When Colonel Harris once more arrived at the Langham he found Luke and Louisa comfortably installed in front of the fire in the private sitting-room up stairs. She was leaning back against the cushions, her head resting in her hand, he at the foot of the sofa, his hands encircling one knee, gazing now and then into the fire, now and then into her face.
Not troubled creatures these, not man and woman fighting a battle against life, against the world, for honour, for peace, and for love; not souls racked by painful memories of the past or grim dread of the future: only two very ordinary human beings, with a life behind them of serene contentment, social duties worthily performed, a smooth lake whereon not a ripple of sorrow or disgrace ever dared to mar the shiny surface.
And the ruling pa.s.sion strong in death was stronger still in face of this new life to be led: the life of to-morrow, full of the unknown, the ugly, the sordid and mean, full of nameless dangers, and of possible disgrace. The puppets were still dancing, moved by the invisible strings held by the hand of the implacable giant called Convention: they danced even as though no gaping and ravenous lions, no Bulls of Bashan, were there to see. Even before each other they hid the secret mysteries of their hearts; he his overwhelming pa.s.sion for her, she her dread for his immediate future.
They had not forborne to talk of Philip de Mountford"s death; they would not have admitted that there was anything there that could not be discussed with perfect indifference--she, reclining against the cushions, and he in immaculate morning coat, with hair smoothly brushed, and speckless tie and linen, talking of things which meant life or death for them both.
He had told her all he knew, his visit to Philip at the Veterans"
Club, his quarrel with him, the hatred which he bore to the man that was dead. He made no secret of the police officer"s questionings, nor of Doctor Newington"s extraordinary att.i.tude.
"One would think those fellows had a suspicion that I had murdered Philip," he said quite lightly.
And her face never moved whilst she listened to these details, a.n.a.lyzing them in her mind, comparing them with those at which the morning papers had hinted, the "clues" and "startling developments,"
to obtain confirmation of which her father had gone out to seek Sir Thomas Ryder.
Luke de Mountford would no more have dreamed of telling Louisa of the dark suspicions which really threatened him, than he would have laid bare before her some hideous wound, if he happened to be suffering from one. The police officer"s insolence and the doctor"s easy contempt had sounded a note of warning of what was imminent, but beyond that he had no fear. Why should he have? And having none, why worry Lou with plaints that might agitate her?
Remember that he individually was quite convinced that Philip"s murderer would soon be discovered. He too had read his morning paper, and knew as well as anybody that for the moment suspicion rested upon him. "Seek whom the crime will benefit!" was a phrase freely used in the press this morning. But it was only a question of time; an unpleasant phase to be traversed, some mud that presently would have to be brushed off. No use to worry Louisa with it. Fortunately she took it lightly, too. She was far too sensible to attach importance to such nonsense.
Nevertheless mud thrown in such boundless profusion was apt to hurt very considerably. Luke had to set his teeth this morning when he perused the _Times_ and even now there was in him a sensation of having been bruised all over, after his second interview with Travers, and his talk with Doctor Newington in the library. Louisa did him good. She was calm and sensible and a woman of the world. She never puzzled Luke, nor had she that vague longing to be misunderstood, the peculiar attribute of the woman of to-day. In face of her serenity he almost despised himself for the intensity of his own pa.s.sion. She was so pure, so womanly in her tenderness, a girl still, she was hardly conscious of pa.s.sion. But she knew that he was in pain--morally and mentally in pain--and that worse was yet to come; and she, the commonplace, sensible girl, brought forth her full array of calm and of triviality, checking by a placid smile the faintest onrush of pa.s.sion in him, for pa.s.sion could but torture him now, when his very soul was troubled and every nerve on the jar.
And thus Colonel Harris found them.
When he entered, Louisa was recounting to Luke the menu of last night"s dinner.
"And "Homard a la Danoise" was a perfect dream," she was saying. "I suppose it would not be etiquette to ask Her Excellency for the recipe."
Luke rose as the colonel entered and pa.s.sed his hand across the back of his smooth head, a gesture peculiarly English and peculiarly his own. The older man was undoubtedly the most troubled of the three.
"It"s a d.a.m.nable business this," he said as soon as he had shaken Luke by the hand and thrown off hat and coat.
"Does Sir Thomas Ryder," asked Luke lightly, "also think that I have murdered Philip?"
He knew where Colonel Harris had been. Louisa had not thought of keeping this from him.
"Tom"s a fool!" retorted the colonel involuntarily.
It was tantamount to an avowal. Luke never flinched; he even contrived to smile. Louisa sat up very straight, and with an instinctive movement gave the sofa cushions a nervy shake up. But her eyes were fastened on Luke.
"Don"t worry, sir," said Luke very quietly. "I"ll get out of it all in good time."
"Of course you will! d.a.m.n it all!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the other fervently.
"The inquest you know is to-morrow."
It was Luke who spoke and Colonel Harris looked up quickly.
"Then," he said, "surely some light will be thrown on this mysterious business."
"Let"s hope so, sir," rejoined Luke dryly.
"Has Uncle Ryder told you anything fresh, father? Anything that we don"t yet know?"
Colonel Harris did not reply, and Louisa knew that there was something that Uncle Ryder had said, something awful, which had caused her father to wear the troubled look which had terrified her the moment he came in.
Something awful!--which would affect Luke!
"Won"t you tell us, father," she said, "what Uncle Ryder told you?
Luke ought to know."
"Oh," rejoined Luke, "there"s no hurry I"m sure. Colonel Harris will tell me presently. Lou, you were coming to the park this morning. I suppose we can"t go to the Temple Garden Show very well."
"Not very well, I think," she replied, "but I"ll come for a walk after lunch with pleasure. Father must tell us now what Uncle Ryder said."
Then as Colonel Harris still seemed to hesitate, she became more insistent, and her voice more firm.
"Father dear," she said, "I must know as well as Luke."
The old man took a turn up and down the room, with hands behind his back. He would not look either at Louisa or at Luke, for it would be easier to tell them everything without meeting their eyes. And he had to tell them everything. To her as well as to him. It was no longer any use trying to avoid the subject, pretending that it was trivial, unworthy of discussion.
Facts had to be faced at last, like the dervishes at Omdurman, and a plan of campaign decided on in the event of momentary defeat.