For a full minute they stood as motionless as statues, he listening for the footstep that had been in his ears for days, she stunned by the appalling news. Her voice was shrill with agony when she finally broke the silence--agony, despair, horror, all combined in one bitter cry.
"_You promised me you wouldn"t do that!_"
"Sh! Be careful," he whispered, coming close to her side. "I _didn"t_ do it, Mary,--so help me, I _didn"t!_ Wait! Listen to me! I"m telling you the truth." She had fallen back against the wall of the building.
Her breathing was quick, as if horror was strangling her. "They caught the murderers,--a couple of gamblers at Broadso"s, I heard. I didn"t hear much about it. The newsboys were shouting it over in Broadway half an hour ago. I bought a paper, but it gave no details,--except that he is dead."
"He is dead? Oh, Tom, Tom, you _do_ swear to me that you had no hand in it. I couldn"t bear that now." Her arms were spread out against the building, her hands clenched. In the darkness he could see her eyes, wide and staring.
"I swear it, Mary. I was not within a mile of Broadso"s. I am as innocent of that murder as you are. You will know the truth to-morrow, even if you don"t believe me now. I"ll never hear the true story. Oh, I don"t mind saying I would have given my very soul to have been the one to do it. Maybe you think I"m pleased that he is dead. Well, I"m not! I begrudge those fellows the pleasure they had in killing him. But, this is not the time or place to talk. Let"s say good-by here, Mary. You go back to the house. Let me go and do it alone."
She swayed toward him. He caught her on his arm,--an arm of iron. She put her hand to his face.
"Tom," she whispered, "G.o.d has taken a hand in our affairs--in yours.
You must believe in G.o.d! You must give yourself to Him to-night."
His voice broke a little. "I--I guess you"ll have to do the prayin", Mary. Go back to the house now and send up a little prayer for me.
That"s all you"ve got to do. I can"t stay here. It"s dangerous. There is the chance that the police may try to connect me with this murder.
It"s known that I was after him. Don"t you see? Good-by, Mary, I--"
"I am going with you, Tom."
She grasped his arm tightly. He breathed heavily once or twice; a groan broke in his throat.
"All right," he said. She felt the great muscle in his arm swell and relax again. "Do you know the way, Tom?" she asked.
"That next street below takes us to the docks. I walked down there this morning. By heaven, Mary, I think you might spare yourself all this.
It"s too horrible to even think of. Why--why, I just can"t do it with you looking on. What do you think I am?"
"You said you would do it, Tom," she insisted dully.
"Bob Grand is dead," he reminded her. "I said that he and I couldn"t live on the same earth. It"s hard to think of going straight to h.e.l.l with him not more than two hours ahead of me."
"Come," she said, starting off resolutely. He caught up with her, and they hurried through the alley side by side.
"_I"ll_ do it, all right," he said, after they had traversed nearly two blocks in silence. The words came as an epitome of the struggle that was going on in his mind.
"Don"t walk so fast, Tom. You are tiring me."
"Tiring you?" he exclaimed. He looked at her bent head and laughed,--a short, mirthless chuckle. "You"ll have to forgive me, Mary. You see I"ve been thinking of something else. Men walk fast when they"re in a hurry."
"Is it much farther?" He could scarcely hear the words.
"Six or eight blocks, if I remember right."
She did not speak again until they were in the middle of the second block beyond. From time to time he turned to look at her, his benumbed soul trying to get in touch with the spirit that moved her to come with him to the very brink of the grave. He was puzzled, he could not understand it in her. If there was a hope of any kind lying buried under the weight that was in his breast, he neither recognized nor encouraged it. There was an awful, growing dread that she did not intend to let him go in alone. He tried to put down the ghastly fear.
His glances at her became more frequent, less furtive. The thought of this splendid, n.o.ble, beautiful creature going down into the black waters after him was almost beyond his power of comprehension, and yet he was slowly allowing it to take a hold on his senses.
He came to an abrupt stop, rigid with horror. His hand fell upon her shoulder, roughly, regardless of the physical pain it was sure to inflict.
"Mary, how can I be sure that you won"t jump in after me? You act so queerly. I don"t understand you. For Heaven"s sake, go back! Don"t do anything like that. I can"t bear it--I can"t bear the thought of you down there in the water, under the hulls, covered with--Ah!" He covered his eyes with his hand.
She listened for a tense moment to the labored breathing of the man. He had thought of her at last! An odd, mysterious smile flickered on her lips. With a sudden convulsive movement she drew the long shaker cloak closer about her shoulders.
"Tom, there is a little park over there, with benches. Let us sit down for a moment."
"You won"t do it, Mary, will you?" he pleaded, now completely in the grip of that terrible dread.
"I am not as brave as you are, Tom," she said. He caught a new, vibrant note in her voice. He misconstrued it.
"I call it pretty brave to be able to go down and see a man jump into the river. Not many men could do it, let alone women. It"s like seeing a man hung."
She led him, unresisting, to a bench in the corner of the dark little triangle that was called a "square." People were pa.s.sing by, but no one had stopped there to rest, or to reflect, or to make love. They had the green little park all to themselves.
"Christine was married to-night," she said after they had been seated for a few minutes.
He remarked lifelessly: "Hurried it up on my account, eh? It"s bad luck to postpone a wedding, even for a death in the family. Well, I"m glad.
She"s sure to be happy, G.o.d bless her!"
"Yes, she will be very happy."
"I suppose she--and you, too--had a notion that I"d turn up some day to spoil the whole business. So you got it over with, eh?"
"I wanted everything to be settled, that"s all."
He was silent for a while, breathing heavily.
"Did she ask about me?"
"Yes."
"You told her I was going away--that I"d probably never see her again?"
"I told her you were gone."
"I suppose she was relieved."
"She cried because you were not there to see her married."
He was fully half a minute in grasping the full meaning of that wonderful sentence.
"Did she?" he asked, lifting his head suddenly. "Honest, Mary? You"re not saying it just to--to make me feel--"
He stopped and waited for her to reply to his unuttered question. She shook her head.
"Then she does care a little for me. She hasn"t lost all the feeling she used to have--"
"She cried because she was not given a chance to talk with you. She thought she could comfort you, could help you. That was why she cried, Tom."
He allowed his chin to rest in his hands, his elbows on his knees.