"No!" Pinney exulted. "They"re first-rate. You needn"t be afraid to read the letter!" Pinney"s exultation came partly from his certainty that it was really Northwick, and partly from the pleasure he felt in rea.s.suring him; he sympathized with him as a father. His pleasure was not marred by the fact that he knew nothing of the state of Northwick"s family, and built his a.s.sertion upon the probability that the letter would contain nothing to alarm or afflict him, "Like a gla.s.s of water?" he suggested, seeing Northwick sit inert and helpless on the steps of the inn-porch, apparently without the force to break the seal of the letter. "Or a little brandy?" Pinney handed him the neat leather-covered flask his wife had reproached him for buying when they came away from home; she said he could not afford it; but he was glad he had got it, now, and he unscrewed the stopple with pride in handing it to Northwick. "You look sick."
"I haven"t been very well," Northwick admitted, and he touched the bottle with his lips. It revived him, and Pinney now saw that if he would leave him again, he would open the letter. There was little in it but the tender a.s.surance Suzette gave him of their love, and the anxiety of Adeline and herself to know how and where he was. She told him that he was not to feel troubled about them; that they were well, and unhappy only for him; but he must not think they blamed him, or had ever done so. As soon as they were sure they could reach him, she said, they would write to him again. Adeline wrote a few lines with her name, to say that for some days past she had not been quite well; but that she was better and had nothing to wish for but to hear from him.
When Pinney came back a second time, he found Northwick with the letter open in his hand.
"Well, sir," he said, with the easy respectfulness toward Northwick that had been replacing, ever since he talked with Matt Hilary, the hail-fellow manner he used with most men, and that had now fully established itself, "You"ve got some n.o.ble scenery about here." He meant to compliment Northwick on the beauty of the landscape, as people ascribe merit to the inhabitants of a flourishing city.
Northwick, by his silence, neither accepted nor disclaimed the credit of the local picturesqueness; and Pinney ventured to add, "But you seem to take it out in nature, Mr. Northwick. The place is pretty quiet, sir."
Northwick paid no heed to this observation, either; but after sitting mute so long that Pinney began to doubt whether he was ever going to speak at all, he began to ask some guarded and chary questions as to how Pinney had happened to find him. Pinney had no unwillingness to tell, and now he gave him the letter of Pere etienne, with a eulogy of the priest"s regard for Northwick"s interest and safety. He told him how Markham"s talk had caught his attention, and Northwick tacitly recognized the speculator. But when Pinney explained that it was the postmark on his letter to the _Events_ that gave him the notion of going to Rimouski, he could see that Northwick was curious to know the effect of that letter with the public. At first he thought he would let him ask; but he perceived that this would be impossible for Northwick, and he decided to say, "That letter was a great sensation, Mr. Northwick."
The satisfaction that lighted up Northwick"s eyes caused Pinney to add, "I guess it set a good many people thinking about you in a different way. It showed that there was something to be said on both sides, and I believe it made friends for you, sir. Yes, sir." Pinney had never believed this till the moment he spoke, but then it seemed so probable he had that he easily affirmed it. "I don"t believe, Mr. Northwick," he went on, "but what this trouble could be patched up, somehow, so that you could come back, if you wanted to, give "em time to think it over a little."
As soon as he said this, the poison of that ulterior purpose which his wife had forbidden him, began to work in Pinney"s soul. He could not help feeling what a grand thing it would be if he could go back with Northwick in his train, and deliver him over, a captive of moral suasion, to his country"s courts. Whatever the result was, whether the conviction or the acquittal of Northwick, the process would be the making of Pinney. It would carry him to such a height in the esteem of those who knew him, that he could choose either career, and whether as a reporter or a detective, it would give his future the distinction of one of the most brilliant pieces of work in both sorts. Pinney tried his best to counteract the influence of these ideas by remembering his promises to his wife; but it was difficult to recall his promises with accuracy in his wife"s absence; and he probably owed his safety in this matter more to Northwick"s temperament than to any virtue of his own.
"I think I understand how that would be," said the defaulter coldly; and he began very cautiously to ask Pinney the precise effect of his letter as Pinney had gathered it from print and hearsay. It was not in Pinney"s nature to give any but a rose-colored and illusory report of this; but he felt that Northwick was sizing him up while he listened, and knew just when and how much he was lying. This heightened Pinney"s respect for him, and apparently his divination of Pinney"s character had nothing to do with Northwick"s feeling toward him. So far as Pinney could make out it was friendly enough, and as their talk went on he imagined a growing trustfulness in it. Northwick kept his inferences and conclusions to himself. His natural reticence had been intensified by the solitude of his exile; it stopped him short of any expression concerning Pinney"s answers; and Pinney had to construct Northwick"s opinions from his questions. His own cunning was restlessly at work exploring Northwick"s motives in each of these, and it was not at fault in the belief it brought him that Northwick clearly understood the situation at home. He knew that the sensation of his offence and flight were past, and that so far as any public impulse to punish him was concerned, he might safely go back. But he knew that the involuntary machinery of the law must begin to operate upon him as soon as he came within its reach; and he could not learn from Pinney that anything had been done to block its wheels. The letter from his daughters threw no light upon this point; it was an appeal for some sign of life and love from him; nothing more. They, or the friends who were advising them, had not thought it best to tell him more than that they were well, and anxious to hear from him; and Pinney really knew nothing more about them. He had not been asked to Hatboro" to see them before he started, and with all the will he had to invent comfortable and attractive circ.u.mstances for them, he was at a disadvantage for want of material.
The most that he could conjecture was that Mr. Hilary"s family had not broken off their friendly relations with them. He had heard old Hilary criticised for it, and he told Northwick so.
"I guess he"s been standing by you, Mr. Northwick, as far as he consistently could," he said; and Northwick ventured to reply that he expected that. "It was young Hilary who brought me the letter, and talked the whole thing up with me," Pinney added.
Northwick had apparently not expected this; but he let no more than the fact appear. He kept silent for a time; then he said, "And you don"t know anything about the way they"re living?"
"No, I don"t," said Pinney, with final candor. "But I should say they were living along there about as usual. Mr. Hilary didn"t say but what they were. I guess you haven"t got any cause to be uneasy on that score.
My idea is, Mr. Northwick, that they wanted to leave you just as free as they could about themselves. They wanted to find out your whereabouts in the land of the living, first of all. You know that till that letter of yours came out, there were a good many that thought you were killed in that accident at Wellwater, the day you left home."
Northwick started. "What accident? What do you mean?" he demanded.
"Why, didn"t you know about it? Didn"t you see the accounts? They had a name like yours amongst the missing, and people who thought you were not in it, said it was a little job you had put up. There was a despatch engaging a Pullman seat signed, T. W. Northwick--"
"Ah! I knew it!" said Northwick. "I knew that I must have signed my real name!"
"Well, of course," said Pinney, soothingly, "a man is apt to do that, when he first takes another. It"s natural."
"I never heard of the accident. I saw no papers for months. I wouldn"t; and then I was sick--They must have believed I was dead!"
"Well, sir," said Pinney, "I don"t know that that follows. My wife and myself talked that up a good deal at the time, and we concluded that it was about an even thing. You see it"s pretty hard to believe that a friend is dead, even when you"ve seen him die; and I don"t understand how people that lose friends at a distance can ever quite realize that they"re gone. I guess that even if the ladies went upon the theory of the accident, there was always a kind of a merciful uncertainty about it, and that was my wife"s notion, too. But that"s neither here nor there, now, Mr. Northwick. Here you are, alive and well, in spite of all theories to the contrary--though _they_ must have been pretty well exploded by your letter to the _Events_--and the question is what answer are you going to let me take back to your family? You want to send some word, don"t you? My instructions were not to urge you at all, and I won"t. But if I was in your place, I know what _I_ should do."
Northwick did not ask him what it was he would do. He fell into a deep silence which it seemed to Pinney he would never break; and his face became such a blank that all Pinney"s subtlety was at fault. It is doubtful, indeed, if there was anything definite or directed in the mute misery of Northwick"s soul. It was not a sharp anguish, such as a finer soul"s might have been, but it was a real misery, of a measure and a quality that he had not felt before. Now he realized how much he must have made his children suffer. Perhaps it wrung him the more keenly because it seemed to be an expression of the divine displeasure, which he flattered himself he had appeased, and was a fatal consequence of his guilt. It was a terrible suggestion of the possibility that, after all, Providence might not have been a party to the understanding between them, and that his good-will toward those he had wronged had gone for nothing. He had blamed himself for not having tried to retrieve himself and make their losses good. It was no small part of his misery now to perceive that anything he might have done would have gone for nothing in this one-sided understanding. He fetched a long, unconscious sigh.
"Why, it"s all over, now, Mr. Northwick," said Pinney, with a certain amus.e.m.e.nt at the simple-heartedness of this sigh, whose cause he did not misinterpret. "The question is now about your getting back to them."
"Getting back? You know I can"t go back," said Northwick, with bitter despair, and an openness that he had not shown before.
Far beneath and within the senses that apprehend the obvious things, Pinney felt the unhappy man beginning to cling to him. He returned, joyously, "I don"t know about that. Now, see here, Mr. Northwick, you believe that I"m here as your friend, don"t you? That I want to deal in good faith with you?" Northwick hesitated, and Pinney pursued, "Your daughter"s letter ought to be a guaranty of that!"
"Yes," Northwick admitted, after another hesitation.
"Well, then, what I"m going to say is in your interest, and you"ve got to believe that I have some authority for saying it. I can"t tell you just how much, for I don"t know as I know myself exactly. But _I_ think you can get back if you work it right. Of course, you can"t get back for nothing. It"s going to cost you something. It"s going to cost you all you"ve brought with you,"--Pinney watched Northwick"s impa.s.sive face for the next change that should pa.s.s upon it; he caught it, and added--"and more. But I happen to know that the balance will be forthcoming when it"s needed. I can"t say _how_ I know it, for I don"t exactly _know_ how I know it. But I do know it; and you know that _it"s_ for you to take the first step. You must say how much money you brought with you, and where it is, and how it can be got at. I should think," said Pinney, with a drop in his earnestness, and as if the notion had just occurred to him, "you would want to see that place of yours again."
Northwick gave a gasp in the anguish of homesickness the words brought upon him. In a flash of what was like a luminous pang, he saw it all as it looked the night he left it in the white landscape under the high, bare wintry sky. "You don"t know what you"re talking about," he said, with a kind of severity.
"No," Pinney admitted, "I don"t suppose any one can begin to appreciate it as you do. But I was there, just after you skipped--"
"Then I _was_ the kind of man who would skip," Northwick swiftly reflected--
"And I must say I would take almost any chance of getting back to a place like that. Why," he said, with an easy, caressing cordiality, "you can"t have any idea how completely the thing"s blown over. Why, sir, I"ll bet you could go back to Hatboro" now, and be there twenty-four hours before anybody would wake up enough to make trouble for you. Mind, I don"t say that"s what we want you to do. We couldn"t make terms for you half as well, with you on the ground. We want you to keep your distance for the present, and let your friends work for you. Like a candidate for the presidency," Pinney added, with a smile. "h.e.l.lo! Who"s this?"
A little French maid, barefooted, black-eyed, curly-headed, shyly approached Northwick, and said, "Diner, Monsieur."
"That means dinner," Northwick gravely interpreted. "I will ask you to join me."
"Oh, thank you, I shall be very glad," said Pinney rising with him. They had been sitting on the steps of a structure that Pinney now noticed was an oddity among the bark-sheathed cabins of the little hamlet. "Why, what"s this?"
"It"s the studio of an American painter who used to come here. He hasn"t been here for several years."
"I suppose you expect to light out if he comes," Pinney suggested, in the spirit of good fellowship towards Northwick now thoroughly established in him.
"He couldn"t do me any harm, if he wanted to," answered Northwick, with unresentful dignity.
"No," Pinney readily acquiesced, "and I presume you"d be glad to hear a little English, after all the French you have around."
"The landlord speaks a little; and the priest. He is a friend of Father etienne."
"Oh, I see," said Pinney. He noticed that Northwick walked slowly and weakly; he ventured to put his hand under his elbow, and Northwick did not resent the help offered him.
"I had a very severe sickness during the latter part of the winter," he explained, "and it pulled me down a good deal."
"At Rimouski, I presume?" said Pinney.
"No," said Northwick, briefly.
IV.
Over the simple dinner, which Pinney praised for the delicacy of the local lamb, and Northwick ate of so sparingly, Northwick talked more freely. He told Pinney all about his flight, and his winter journey up toward the northern verge of the civilized world. The picturesque details of this narrative, and their capability of distribution under attractive catch-heads almost maddened the reporter"s soul in Pinney with longing to make newspaper material of Northwick on the spot. But he took his honor in both hands, and held fast to it; only he promised him that if the time ever came when that story could be told, it should be both fortune and fame to him.
They sat long over their dinner. At last Pinney pulled out his watch.
"What time did you say the boat for Quebec got along here?"
Northwick had not said, of course, but he now told Pinney. He knew the time well in the homesickness which mounted to a paroxysm as that hour each day came and went.
"We must get there some time in the night then," said Pinney, still looking at his watch. "Then let"s understand each other about this: Am I to tell your family where you are? Or what? Look here!" he broke off suddenly, "why don"t you come up to Quebec with me? You"ll be just as safe there as you are here; you know that; and now that your whereabouts are bound to be known to your friends, you might as well be where they can get at you by telegraph in case of emergency. Come! What do you say?"
Northwick said simply, "Yes, I will go with you."
"Well, now you"re shouting," said Pinney. "Can"t I help you to put your traps together? I want to introduce you to my wife. She takes as much interest in this thing as I do; and she"ll know how to look after you a great deal better,--get you to Quebec once. She"s the greatest little nurse in _this_ world; and, as you _say_, you don"t seem over and above strong. I hope you don"t object to children. We"ve got a baby, but it"s the _best_ baby! I"ve heard that child cry just _once_ since it was born, and that was when it first realized that it was in this vale of tears; I believe we all do that; but _our_ baby finished up the whole crying-business on that occasion."