"He had laid his letter on the desk, but when he had gone I walked up straight to the window, and nearly frightened Miss Etta into a fit by asking her what she had done with the cheque. She was grovelling on her knees before me in a moment, calling me her dear Leah and imploring me to shield her. I was very fierce with her at first, and was for putting it back again, until she told me, trembling all over, that she had endorsed it. She had copied your writing, and only an expert could have told the difference.
""It is too late, Leah," she kept saying; "we cannot hide it from Giles now, and I must have the money, and you must help me to get it." And then she whispered that I should have some of it for Bob.
""It is a nasty bit of business, Miss Etta," I replied, for I did not want to spare her; "it is forgery, that is what they would call it in a court of law"; but she would not let me finish, but flung herself upon me with a suppressed scream, and I could not shake her off. She kept saying that she would destroy herself if I would not help her: so I turned it over in my mind. I wanted money for Bob, and--well, sir, the devil had a deal to do with that night"s business. I had settled it all before an hour was over. Bob would go up to London with the cheque, and cash it at the bank: he was tall and fair, and a suit of Mr. Eric"s old clothes would make him quite the gentleman, and no one would notice the scar; when he was safely off and you missed the cheque there would be little trouble in casting the blame on Mr. Eric. I had taken care to place the letter in the desk, and I had plenty of circ.u.mstantial evidence to offer.
"Well, you know the rest, sir,--how you called Miss Etta into your study, and how she begged you to send for me. I had my story all ready,--my fear of thieves, and how I saw Mr. Eric standing with his hand in your desk.
Of course the cheque could not be found: no one believed the poor young gentleman"s ravings, especially after his talk with Miss Gladys. We took care that the telegram should not be sent too soon. Bob was on his way back by then, and before evening Dryden had his money, and Bob was safe in Clerkenwell. What is the good of my repeating it all? I shielded Miss Etta at Mr. Eric"s expense; and, though I was sorry enough to drive him away from his home, we had to look to our own safety, and Miss Etta was nearly out of her mind with remorse and terror." But here Mr. Hamilton"s voice interrupted her harshly.
"Wait a moment, woman: have you ever since that day heard anything of that unfortunate boy?"
To my surprise Leah hesitated. "Miss Etta believes that he is dead, sir; but I can"t help differing from her, though I never told her the reason; but I have fancied more than once,--indeed I am speaking the truth now, sir," as he darted a meaning look at her, "I have no motive to do otherwise.--I have fancied that I have seen some one very like Mr. Eric lurking about the road on a dark night. Once I was nearly sure it was Mr.
Eric, though he wore a workman"s dress as a disguise. He was looking at the windows; the blind was up in the study, and Miss Gladys was there with Mr. Cunliffe; he had made her laugh about something. It was a warm night, and rather wet, and the window was open; I was just shutting it when I caught sight of him, and nearly called out; but he turned away quickly, and hid himself in the shrubbery, and though I went out to look for him I was too late, for I could see him walking down the road."
"You are sure it was Mr. Eric." Oh, the look of intense relief on Mr.
Hamilton"s face! He must have believed him dead all this time.
"I am nearly sure, sir. I saw him again in town. I was pa.s.sing the Albert Memorial when I looked up at one of the fine houses opposite, and saw a young workman on the balcony with a painter"s brush in his hand: the sun was shining full on his face. I saw him plainly then."
Mr. Hamilton started from his seat. "If this be true!--my father"s son gaining his bread as a house-painter!"
"It is true," I whispered; "for I saw him myself, and told Gladys."
"You saw him!--you!" with an air of utter incredulity.
"Yes; and I tried to speak to him. He was so like the picture in Gladys"s room, I thought it must be Eric. But he would not hear me, and in a moment he was gone. The men called him Jack Poynter, and said he was a gentleman, but no one knew where he lived. Oh, I have tried so hard to find him for you, but he will not be found."
"And you did not tell me of this," very reproachfully.
"Gladys would not let me tell you," I returned: "we could not be sure, and--" But he put up his hand to stop me.
"That will do," in a tone of suppressed grief that went to my heart. "I will not wrong you if I can help it; no doubt you did it for the best; you did not willingly deceive me."
"Never! I have never deceived you, Mr. Hamilton."
"Not intentionally. I will do you justice even now; but, oh,"--and here he clinched his right hand, and I saw the veins on it stand out like whip-cord,--"how I have been betrayed! Those I have trusted have brought trouble and confusion in my household; and, good G.o.d! they are women, and I cannot curse them."
I saw Leah quail beneath this burst of most righteous indignation.
The blinding tears rushed to my eyes as I heard him: in spite of his sternness, he had been so simple and so unsuspicious. He trusted people so fully, he was so generous in his confidence, and yet the woman he loved had played him false, and the pitiful creatures he had sheltered under his roof had hatched this conspiracy against his peace.
"You can leave me now," he continued harshly, turning to Leah. "I will not trust myself to say more to you. If you receive mercy and not justice at my hands, it is because your confederate is even more guilty than you.
I cannot spare the one without letting the other go unpunished. To-morrow morning, before the household is up, you and everything belonging to you shall leave this house. If you ever set foot in Heathfield again it will be at your own peril. Go up to your own room now and pack your boxes; I shall take the precaution of turning the key in your door to prevent your holding communication with any member of my household."
"I give you my word, sir--" began Leah, turning visibly pale at the idea of finding herself a prisoner.
"Your word!" was the disdainful reply; and then he pointed to the door.
"Go at once!" But she still lingered. There was a spark of good even in this woman. She was unwilling to quit our presence without knowing what was to become of her mistress.
"You will not be hard on Miss Etta, sir? She has done wrong, but she is a poor creature, and--" But Mr. Hamilton walked to the door and threw it open with a gesture that compelled obedience.
The next moment, however, he recoiled with a low exclamation of horror; for there, drawn up against the wall, in a strange half-crouching att.i.tude, as though petrified with terror, was his miserable cousin.
I heard Leah"s shocked "Miss Etta! How could you be so mad?" And then Mr.
Hamilton put out his hand, as though to forbid approach; but with a cry of despair Miss Darrell seemed to sink to the ground, and held him convulsively round the knees, so that he could not free himself.
"Get up, Etta!" he said indignantly. "It is not to me you have to kneel"; for he thought her att.i.tude one of supplication. But I knew better. She had not strength to stand or support herself, and I pa.s.sed behind him quickly and went to her help.
"You cannot speak to him like that, Miss Darrell. He will not hear you."
But, though Leah a.s.sisted me, we had some difficulty in inducing her to relax her frantic grip. And even when we placed her in a chair she seemed as though she would sink again on the ground. She was trembling all over, her teeth chattering; the muscles of her face worked convulsively.
"Giles, Giles," she screamed, as he seemed about to leave her, "you may kill me if you like, but you shall not look at me like this." But, without vouchsafing her any answer, he turned to me.
"Will you wait with my cousin a moment? I will be back directly." I nodded a.s.sent. I knew he wished to see Leah safely in her room, but as he closed the door Miss Darrell clutched my arm. She seemed really beside herself.
"Where has he gone? Will he fetch the police, Miss Garston? Will they put me in prison for it?"
"No," I returned sternly. "You know you are safe with him. He will not hurt a hair of your head, because you are a woman, and his own flesh and blood."
"But he will banish me from his house!" she moaned. "He will never forgive me or let me see his face again. He will tell--oh, I cannot bear it!"--her words strangled by a hoa.r.s.e scream. "I cannot and will not bear it."
I put my hand on her shoulder. "You must control yourself," I said coldly. "Would you wish Mr. Hamilton to treat you as a mad woman? Listen to me, Miss Darrell. One part of your secret is safe with me. Try and restrain yourself, and I will promise you that it shall never pa.s.s my lips."
Even in her hysterical excitement she understood me, and a more human expression came into her hard, glaring eyes. "Say it again; promise me,"
she moaned. "I hate you, but I know you are to be trusted."
"If you behave yourself and try to control your feelings a little," I returned slowly, "I will say nothing about Uncle Max." But at the name she covered her face with her hands and rocked herself in agony. In spite of all her sins I pitied her then.
At that moment Mr. Hamilton returned; but before he could speak I said quickly--
"Your cousin is not in a condition to listen to you to-night, and it is very late: I am going to take her up to her room and do what I can to help her. Will you allow us to go?"
He looked at her and then at me. His face was hard and sombre; there was no relenting there. "Perhaps it will be better," he returned slowly.
"Yes, you may go, but do not stay long with her. I may want to speak to you again."
"Not to-night," I remonstrated; for I could see he was oblivious of the time, and it was near midnight. "To-morrow morning, as early as you like; but I cannot come down again."
"Oh, I see," the meaning of my words dawning upon him. "To-morrow morning, then. Take her away now." And, without another glance, he walked away to his study table.
"Come, Miss Darrell," I whispered, touching her; and she rose reluctantly. "Giles,--let me say one word to him," said she, trying to follow him feebly, but I recalled her sternly and made her follow me. I had no fear of her now. Leah, whom I dreaded, was locked safely in her room, and this poor miserable woman was harmless enough.
She broke into hysterical sobs and moans when I got her into her own room. I was afraid Gladys might hear her, and I insisted on her showing more self-control. My sharp words had their effect after a time, but it was impossible to induce her to undress or go to bed. She had flung herself across the foot and lay crouched up in a heap, with all the delicate embroidery of her French dressing-gown crushed under her. When she was quieter I put pillows under her head and covered her up warmly, and then sat down to watch her.
I was about to leave the room once to fetch something I wanted, when she suddenly struggled into a sitting posture, and begged me, in a voice of horror, not to leave her.
"Leah will murder me if you do!" she cried. "She has frightened me often,--she says such things,--oh, you do not know! I should never have been so bad but for Leah!"
"I shall not be long; and Leah is locked in her room; Mr. Hamilton has the key," I returned quietly. But it was with difficulty that she would let me go. I suppose even criminals feel the need of sympathy. Miss Darrell hated me in her heart, had always hated me, but the sight of even an unloved human face was better than solitude. No wonder with such thoughts people go mad sometimes.
I was surprised to see Mr. Hamilton walking up and down the long pa.s.sage, as though he were keeping guard. He was going to let me pa.s.s him without a word, but I stopped and asked what he was doing.