Jeffries. He was always a wild, unmanageable boy, weak in character, but he had many lovable traits. I am very sorry indeed, to see him in such a terrible position. It was hard for me to realize it and I should never have believed him guilty had he not confessed to the crime."
"Yes," she a.s.sented. "It is an awful thing and a terrible blow to his father. Of course, he has had nothing to do with Howard for months. As you know, he turned him out of doors long ago, but the disgrace is none the less overwhelming."
The lawyer looked out of the window and drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair. Suddenly wheeling round, and facing his client, he said:
"You know this girl he married is no ordinary woman."
"Oh!" she exclaimed sarcastically. "She has succeeded in arousing your sympathy."
The judge bowed coldly.
"No," he replied. "I would hardly say that. But she has aroused my curiosity. She is a very peculiar girl, evidently a creature of impulse and determination. I certainly feel sorry for her. Her position is a very painful one. She has been married only a few months, and now her husband has to face the most awful accusation that can be brought against a man. She is plucky in spite of it all, and is moving heaven and earth in Howard"s defense. She believes herself to be in some measure responsible for his misfortune. Apart from that, the case interests me from a purely professional point of view. There are several strange features connected with the case. Sometimes, in spite of Howard"s confession, I don"t believe he committed that crime."
Alicia changed color and, shifting uneasily on her chair, scrutinized the lawyer"s face. What was behind that calm, inscrutable mask? What theory had he formed? One newspaper had suggested suicide. She might herself come forward and declare that Robert Underwood had threatened to take his own life, but how could she face the scandal which such a course would involve? She would have to admit visiting Underwood"s rooms at midnight alone. That surely would ruin her in the eyes not only of her husband, but of the whole world. If this sacrifice of her good name were necessary to save an innocent man"s life, perhaps she might summon up enough courage to make it. But, after all, she was by no means sure herself that Underwood had committed suicide. Howard had confessed, so why should she jeopardize her good name uselessly?
"No," repeated the judge, shaking his head, "there"s something strange in the whole affair. I don"t believe Howard had any hand in it."
"But he confessed!" exclaimed Alicia.
The judge shook his head.
"That"s nothing," he said. "There have been many instances of untrue confessions. A famous affair of the kind was the Boorn case in Vermont.
Two brothers confessed having killed their brother-in-law and described how they destroyed the body, yet some time afterward the murdered man turned up alive and well. The object of the confession, of course, was to turn the verdict from murder to manslaughter, the circ.u.mstantial evidence against them having been so strong. In the days of witchcraft the unfortunate women accused of being witches were often urged by relatives to confess as being the only way of escape open to them. Ann Foster, at Salem, in 1692, confessed that she was a witch. She said the devil appeared to her in the shape of a bird, and that she attended a meeting of witches at Salem village. She was not insane, but the horror of the accusation brought against her had been too much for a weak mind.
Howard"s confession may possibly be due to some such influence."
"I hope for his poor father"s sake," said Alicia, "that you may be right and that he may be proved innocent, but everything is overwhelmingly against him. I think you are the only one in New York to express such a doubt."
"Don"t forget his wife," remarked the judge dryly.
"No," she replied. "I really feel sorry for the girl myself. Will you give her some money if I----"
The lawyer shook his head.
"She won"t take it. I tried it. She wants me to defend her husband--I tried to bribe her to go to some other lawyer, but it wouldn"t work."
"Well, something ought to be done to stop her annoying us!" exclaimed Alicia indignantly. "Mr. Jeffries suffers terribly. I can hear him pacing up and down the library till three or four in the morning. Poor man, he suffers so keenly and he won"t let any one sympathize with him.
He won"t let me mention his son"s name. I feel we ought to do something.
Try and persuade him to let me see this girl and--you are his friend as well as his legal adviser."
Judge Brewster bowed.
"Your husband is a very old friend, Mrs. Jeffries. I can"t disregard his wishes entirely----"
There was a knock at the door of the private office.
"Come in," called the judge.
The door opened and the head clerk entered, ushering in Howard Jeffries, Sr. The banker, still aristocratic and dignified, but looking tired and care-worn, advanced into the room and shook hands with the judge, who greeted him with a cordial smile. There was no response on the banker"s face. Querulously he demanded:
"Brewster, what"s that woman doing out there again? It"s not the first time I"ve met her in this office."
Alicia looked up eagerly. "Is she out there now?" she cried.
"What right has she to come here? What"s her object?" went on the banker irritatedly.
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders.
"The same old thing," he replied. "She wants me to take her case."
The banker frowned.
"Didn"t you tell her it was impossible?"
"That makes no difference," laughed the judge. "She comes just the same.
I"ve sent her away a dozen times. What am I to do if she insists on coming? We can"t have her arrested. She doesn"t break the furniture or beat the office boy. She simply sits and waits."
"Have you told her that I object to her coming here?" demanded the banker haughtily.
"I have," replied the judge calmly, "but she has overruled your objection." With a covert smile he added, "You know we can"t use force."
Mr. Jeffries shrugged his shoulders impatiently.
"You can certainly use moral force," he said.
"What do you mean by moral force?" demanded the lawyer.
Mr. Jeffries threw up his hands as if utterly disgusted with the whole business. Almost angrily he answered:
"Moral force is moral force. I mean persuasion, of course. Good G.o.d, why can"t people understand these things as I do?"
The judge said nothing, but turned to examine some papers on his desk.
He hardly liked the inference that he could not see things as plainly as other people, but what was the use of getting irritated? He couldn"t afford to quarrel with one of his best clients.
Alicia looked at her husband anxiously. Laying her hand on his arm, she said soothingly:
"Perhaps if I were to see her----"
Mr. Jeffries turned angrily.
"How can you think of such a thing? I can"t permit my wife to come in contact with a woman of that character."
Judge Brewster, who was listening in spite of the fact that he was seemingly engrossed in his papers, pursed his lips.
"Oh, come," he said with a forced laugh, "she"s not as bad as all that!"
"I"m sure she isn"t," said Alicia emphatically. "She must be amenable to reason."
The banker"s wife was not altogether bad. Excessive vanity and ambition had steeled her heart and stifled impulses that were naturally good, but otherwise she was not wholly devoid of feeling. She was really sorry for this poor little woman who was fighting so bravely to save her husband.
No doubt she had inveigled Howard into marrying her, but she--Alicia--had no right to sit in judgment on her for that. If the girl had been ambitious to marry above her, in what way was she more guilty than she herself had been in marrying a man she did not love, simply for his wealth and social position? Besides, Alicia was herself sorely troubled. Her conscience told her that a word from her might set the whole matter right. She might be able to prove that Underwood committed suicide. She knew she was a coward and worse than a coward because she dare not speak that word. The more she saw her husband"s anger the less courage she had to do it. In any case, she argued to herself, Howard had confessed. If he shot Underwood there was no suicide, so why should she incriminate herself needlessly? But there was no reason why she should not show some sympathy for the poor girl who, after all, was only doing what any good wife should do. Aloud she repeated: