He unloaded his secret information to his friend, and was rewarded by Ingolby suddenly shaking his hand warmly.
"That"s the line," Ingolby said decisively. "When do you go over to Manitou again to cut old Hector Marchand"s hair? Soon?"
"To-day is his day--this evening," was the reply.
"Good. You wanted to know what the wig and the habitant"s clothes are for, Berry--well, for me to wear in Manitou. In disguise I"m going there tonight among them all, among the roughs and toughs. I want to find out things for myself. I can speak French as good as most of "em, and I can chew tobacco and swear with the best."
"You suhly are a wonder," said the old man admiringly. "How you fin" the time I got no idee."
"Everything in its place, Berry, and everything in its time. I"ve got a lot to do to-day, but it"s in hand, and I don"t have to fuss. You"ll not forget the wig--you"ll bring it round yourself?"
"Suh. No snoopin" into the parcel then. But if you go to Manitou to-night, how can you have that fiddler?"
"He comes at nine o"clock. I"ll go to Manitou later. Everything in its own time."
He was about to leave the shop when some one came bustling in. Berry was between Ingolby and the door, and for an instant he did not see who it was. Presently he heard an unctuous voice: "Ah, good day, good day, Mr.
Berry. I want to have my hair cut, if you please," it said.
Ingolby smiled. The luck was with him to-day so far. The voice belonged to the Rev. Reuben Tripple, and he would be saved a journey to the manse. Accidental meetings were better than planned interviews. Old Berry"s grizzled beard was bristling with repugnance, and he was about to refuse Mr. Tripple the hospitality of the shears when Ingolby said: "You won"t mind my having a word with Mr. Tripple first, will you, Berry? May we use your back parlour?"
A significant look from Ingolby"s eyes gave Berry his cue.
"Suh, Mr. Ingolby. I"m proud." He opened the door of another room.
Mr. Tripple had not seen Ingolby when he entered, and he recognized him now with a little shock of surprise. There was no reason why he should not care to meet the Master Man, but he always had an uncanny feeling when his eye met that of Ingolby. His apprehension had no foundation in any knowledge, yet he had felt that Ingolby had no love for him, and this disturbed the egregious vanity of a narrow nature. His slouching, corpulent figure made an effort to resist the gesture with which Ingolby drew him to the door, but his will succ.u.mbed, and he shuffled importantly into the other room.
Ingolby shut the door quietly behind him, and motioned the minister to a chair beside the table. Tripple sank down, mechanically smiling, placed his hat on the floor, and rested his hands on the table. Ingolby could not help but notice how coa.r.s.e the hands were--with fingers suddenly ending as though they had been cut off, and puffy, yellowish skin that suggested fat foods, or worse.
Ingolby came to grips at once. "You preached a sermon last night which no doubt was meant to do good, but will only do harm," he said abruptly.
The flabby minister flushed, and then made an effort to hold his own.
"I speak as I am moved," he said, puffing out his lips. "You spoke on this occasion before you were moved--just a little while before,"
answered Ingolby grimly. "The speaking was last night, the moving comes today."
"I don"t get your meaning," was the thick rejoinder. The man had a feeling that there was some real danger ahead.
"You preached a sermon last night which might bring riot and bloodshed between these two towns, though you knew the mess that"s brewing."
"My conscience is my own. I am responsible to my Lord for words which I speak in His name, not to you."
"Your conscience belongs to yourself, but your acts belong to all of us. If there is trouble at the Orange funeral to-morrow it will be your fault. The blame will lie at your door."
"The sword of the Spirit--"
"Oh, you want the sword, do you? You want the sword, eh?" Ingolby"s jaw was set now like a millstone. "Well, you can have it, and have it now.
If you had taken what I said in the right way, I would not have done what I"m going to do. I"m going to send you out of Lebanon. You"re a bad and dangerous element here. You must go."
"Who are you to tell me I must go?"
The fat hands quivered on the table with anger and emotion, but also with fear of something. "You may be a rich man and own railways, but--"
"But I am not rich and I don"t own railways. Lately bad feeling has been growing on the Sagalac, and only a spark was needed to fire the ricks.
You struck the spark in your sermon last night. I don"t see the end of it all. One thing is sure--you"re not going to take the funeral service to-morrow."
The slack red lips of the man of G.o.d were gone dry with excitement, the loose body swayed with the struggle to fight it out.
"I"ll take no orders from you," the husky voice protested. "My conscience alone will guide me. I"ll speak the truth as I feel it, and the people will stand by me."
"In that case you WILL take orders from me. I"m going to save the town from what hurts it, if I can. I"ve got no legal rights over you, but I have moral rights, and I mean to enforce them. You gabble of conscience and truth, but isn"t it a new pa.s.sion with you--conscience and truth?"
He leaned over the table and fastened the minister"s eyes with his own.
"Had you the same love of conscience and truth at Radley?"
A whiteness pa.s.sed over the flabby face, and the beady eyes took on a glazed look. Fight suddenly died out of them.
"You went on a missionary tour on the Ottawa River. At Radley you toiled and rested from your toil--and feasted. The girl had no father or brother, but her uncle was a railway-man. He heard where you were, and he hired with my company to come out here as a foreman. He came to drop on you. The day after he came he had a bad accident. I went to see him.
He told me all; his nerves were unstrung, you observe. He meant to ruin you, as you ruined the girl. He had proofs enough. The girl herself is in Winnipeg. Well, I know life, and I know man and man"s follies and temptations. I thought it a pity that a career and a life like yours should be ruined--"
A groan broke from the twitching lips before him, and a heavy sweat stood out on the round, rolling forehead.
"If the man spoke, I knew it would be all up with you, for the world is very hard on men of G.o.d who fall. I"ve seen men ruined before this, because of an hour"s pa.s.sion and folly. I said to myself that you were only human, and that maybe you had paid heavy in remorse and fear. Then there was the honour of the town of Lebanon. I couldn"t let the thing take its course. I got the doctor to tell the man that he must go for special treatment to a hospital in Montreal, and I--well, I bought him off on his promising to keep his mouth shut. He was a bit stiff in terms, because he said the girl needed the money. The child died, luckily for you. Anyhow I bought him off, and he went. That was a year ago. I"ve got all the proofs in my pocket, even to the three silly letters you wrote her when your senses were stronger than your judgment.
I was going to see you about them to-day."
He took from his pocket a small packet, and held them before the other"s face. "Have a good look at your own handwriting, and see if you recognize it," Ingolby continued.
But the glazed, shocked eyes did not see. Reuben Tripple had pa.s.sed the several stages of horror during Ingolby"s merciless arraignment, and he had nearly collapsed before he heard the end of the matter. When he knew that Ingolby had saved him, his strength gave way, and he trembled violently. Ingolby looked round and saw a jug of water. Pouring out a gla.s.sful, he thrust it into the fat, wrinkled fingers.
"Drink and pull yourself together," he said sternly. The shaken figure straightened itself, and the water was gulped down. "I thank you," he said in a husky voice.
"You see I treated you fairly, and that you"ve been a fool?" Ingolby asked with no lessened determination.
"I have tried to atone, and--"
"No, you haven"t had the right spirit to atone. You were fat with vanity and self-conceit. I"ve watched you."
"In future I will--"
"Well, that rests with yourself, but your health is bad, and you"re not going to take the funeral tomorrow. You"ve had a sudden breakdown, and you"re going to get a call from some church in the East--as far East as Yokohama or Bagdad, I hope; and leave here in a few weeks. You understand? I"ve thought the thing out, and you"ve got to go. You"ll do no good to yourself or others here. Take my advice, and wherever you go, walk six miles a day at least, work in a garden, eat half as much as you do, and be good to your wife. It"s bad enough for any woman to be a parson"s wife, but to be a parson"s wife and your wife, too, wants a lot of fort.i.tude."
The heavy figure lurched to the upright, and steadied itself with a force which had not yet been apparent.
"I"ll do my best--so help me G.o.d!" he said and looked Ingolby squarely in the face for the first time.
"All right, see you keep your word," Ingolby replied, and nodded good-bye.
The other went to the door, and laid a hand on the k.n.o.b.