"Horn brought me some coffee."
She looked anxiously at the door.
"D"you think he"ll come down soon? I feel as if it wasn"t so terrible when he"s with me."
"Are you still going on Tuesday?"
"Yes, he says I"ve got to go. Please tell him to come right along. You can"t do me any good. He"s the only one as can help me now."
"Very well," said Dr Macphail.
During the next three days the missionary spent almost all his time with Sadie Thompson. He joined the others only to have his meals. Dr Macphail noticed that he hardly ate.
"He"s wearing himself out," said Mrs Davidson pitifully. "He"ll have a breakdown if he doesn"t take care, but he won"t spare himself."
She herself was white and pale. She told Mrs Macphail that she had no sleep. When the missionary came upstairs from Miss Thompson he prayed till he was exhausted, but even then he did not sleep for long. After an hour or two he got up and dressed himself, and went for a tramp along the bay. He had strange dreams.
"This morning he told me that he"d been dreaming about the mountains of Nebraska," said Mrs Davidson.
"That"s curious," said Dr Macphail.
He remembered seeing them from the windows of the train when he crossed America. They were like huge mole-hills, rounded and smooth, and they rose from the plain abruptly. Dr Macphail remembered how it struck him that they were like a woman"s b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
Davidson"s restlessness was intolerable even to himself. But he was buoyed up by a wonderful exhilaration. He was tearing out by the roots the last vestiges of sin that lurked in the hidden corners of that poor woman"s heart. He read with her and prayed with her.
"It"s wonderful," he said to them one day at supper. "It"s a true rebirth. Her soul, which was black as night, is now pure and white like the new-fallen snow. I am humble and afraid. Her remorse for all her sins is beautiful. I am not worthy to touch the hem of her garment."
"Have you the heart to send her back to San Francisco?" said the doctor.
"Three years in an American prison. I should have thought you might have saved her from that."
"Ah, but don"t you see? It"s necessary. Do you think my heart doesn"t bleed for her? I love her as I love my wife and my sister. All the time that she is in prison I shall suffer all the pain that she suffers."
"Bunk.u.m," cried the doctor impatiently.
"You don"t understand because you"re blind. She"s sinned, and she must suffer. I know what she"ll endure. She"ll be starved and tortured and humiliated. I want her to accept the punishment of man as a sacrifice to G.o.d. I want her to accept it joyfully. She has an opportunity which is offered to very few of us. G.o.d is very good and very merciful."
Davidson"s voice trembled with excitement. He could hardly articulate the words that tumbled pa.s.sionately from his lips.
"All day I pray with her and when I leave her I pray again, I pray with all my might and main, so that Jesus may grant her this great mercy. I want to put in her heart the pa.s.sionate desire to be punished so that at the end, even if I offered to let her go, she would refuse. I want her to feel that the bitter punishment of prison is the thank-offering that she places at the feet of our Blessed Lord, who gave his life for her."
The days pa.s.sed slowly. The whole household, intent on the wretched, tortured woman downstairs, lived in a state of unnatural excitement. She was like a victim that was being prepared for the savage rites of a b.l.o.o.d.y idolatry. Her terror numbed her. She could not bear to let Davidson out of her sight; it was only when he was with her that she had courage, and she hung upon him with a slavish dependence. She cried a great deal, and she read the Bible, and prayed. Sometimes she was exhausted and apathetic. Then she did indeed look forward to her ordeal, for it seemed to offer an escape, direct and concrete, from the anguish she was enduring. She could not bear much longer the vague terrors which now a.s.sailed her. With her sins she had put aside all personal vanity, and she slopped about her room, unkempt and dishevelled, in her tawdry dressing-gown. She had not taken off her night-dress for four days, nor put on stockings. Her room was littered and untidy. Meanwhile the rain fell with a cruel persistence. You felt that the heavens must at last be empty of water, but still it poured down, straight and heavy, with a maddening iteration, on the iron roof. Everything was damp and clammy. There was mildew on the walls and on the boots that stood on the floor. Through the sleepless nights the mosquitoes droned their angry chant.
"If it would only stop raining for a single day it wouldn"t be so bad,"
said Dr Macphail.
They all looked forward to the Tuesday when the boat for San Francisco was to arrive from Sydney. The strain was intolerable. So far as Dr Macphail was concerned, his pity and his resentment were alike extinguished by his desire to be rid of the unfortunate woman. The inevitable must be accepted. He felt he would breathe more freely when the ship had sailed. Sadie Thompson was to be escorted on board by a clerk in the governor"s office. This person called on the Monday evening and told Miss Thompson to be prepared at eleven in the morning. Davidson was with her.
"I"ll see that everything is ready. I mean to come on board with her myself."
Miss Thompson did not speak.
When Dr Macphail blew out his candle and crawled cautiously under his mosquito curtains, he gave a sigh of relief.
"Well, thank G.o.d that"s over. By this time to-morrow she"ll be gone."
"Mrs Davidson will be glad too. She says he"s wearing himself to a shadow," said Mrs Macphail. "She"s a different woman."
"Who?"
"Sadie. I should never have thought it possible. It makes one humble."
Dr Macphail did not answer, and presently he fell asleep. He was tired out, and he slept more soundly than usual.
He was awakened in the morning by a hand placed on his arm, and, starting up, saw Horn by the side of his bed. The trader put his finger on his mouth to prevent any exclamation from Dr Macphail and beckoned to him to come. As a rule he wore shabby ducks, but now he was barefoot and wore only the _lava-lava_ of the natives. He looked suddenly savage, and Dr Macphail, getting out of bed, saw that he was heavily tattooed. Horn made him a sign to come on to the verandah. Dr Macphail got out of bed and followed the trader out.
"Don"t make a noise," he whispered. "You"re wanted. Put on a coat and some shoes. Quick."
Dr Macphail"s first thought was that something had happened to Miss Thompson.
"What is it? Shall I bring my instruments?"
"Hurry, please, hurry."
Dr Macphail crept back into the bedroom, put on a waterproof over his pyjamas, and a pair of rubber-soled shoes. He rejoined the trader, and together they tiptoed down the stairs. The door leading out to the road was open and at it were standing half a dozen natives.
"What is it?" repeated the doctor.
"Come along with me," said Horn.
He walked out and the doctor followed him. The natives came after them in a little bunch. They crossed the road and came on to the beach. The doctor saw a group of natives standing round some object at the water"s edge. They hurried along, a couple of dozen yards perhaps, and the natives opened out as the doctor came up. The trader pushed him forwards. Then he saw, lying half in the water and half out, a dreadful object, the body of Davidson. Dr Macphail bent down--he was not a man to lose his head in an emergency--and turned the body over. The throat was cut from ear to ear, and in the right hand was still the razor with which the deed was done.
"He"s quite cold," said the doctor. "He must have been dead some time."
"One of the boys saw him lying there on his way to work just now and came and told me. Do you think he did it himself?"
"Yes. Someone ought to go for the police."
Horn said something in the native tongue, and two youths started off.
"We must leave him here till they come," said the doctor.
"They mustn"t take him into my house. I won"t have him in my house."
"You"ll do what the authorities say," replied the doctor sharply. "In point of fact I expect they"ll take him to the mortuary."
They stood waiting where they were. The trader took a cigarette from a fold in his _lava-lava_ and gave one to Dr Macphail. They smoked while they stared at the corpse. Dr Macphail could not understand.
"Why do you think he did it?" asked Horn.