"I didn"t know; I was just as much in the dark as anyone--I wondered."
"You thought you had killed him?"
Dodwell was silent; Clifford went on. "You thought you had killed him, and that was why you never said a word."
"I knew I hadn"t killed him."
"How did you know?"
"If I had he"d have been where I left him; he wouldn"t have got up and walked away."
"It didn"t occur to you that what you had done to him that night had anything to do with his disappearance?"
"I don"t know what you mean."
"You didn"t think it advisable, or necessary, to come forward and throw some sort of light on what seemed an insoluble mystery by telling your story of what took place that night?"
"I wished to avoid a scandal."
"What a thoughtful man you are, Mr. Dodwell! It did not occur to you, I suppose, that if you did tell your story you"d be in the hands of the police immediately after--that had nothing to do with your silence?"
Anthony Dodwell was silent. Clifford, who seemed to be taking on himself the office of examiner-in-chief, put a question to Draycott:
"How came Beaton to be at Avonham that night? Was he an invited guest?"
"That I cannot tell you; I only know it was lucky for me that he was there."
"You say he saw Dodwell clubbing you, and that when Dodwell saw him he ran away. Why didn"t Beaton, knowing that crime had been committed--because you must have been in a pretty bad state, or Reith wouldn"t have thought you dead----?"
"I believe I was; I believe that for ever so long n.o.body thought I should live; indeed, it"s only by a miracle that I"m alive now, and owing to Beaton"s care of me."
"Then, as I was saying, knowing that a crime had been committed, why ever didn"t Beaton rouse the house?"
"That again I cannot tell you. I fancy that, as Dodwell put it, he also wished to avoid causing a scandal."
"From, however, I presume, a different motive; he couldn"t have been afraid of the police. Then are we to understand that you have remained in Beaton"s quarters all this time?"
"Exactly; he did everything for me; I owe everything to him--life, all."
"And what does he owe to you?"
"That"s just it; what doesn"t he owe to me? It"s the consciousness of what he owes that"s driven me here to-night; which made me feel that I must take the first chance that offered to clear him in the eyes of all you fellows--and that I must do it, too, in the presence of Miss Forster. That"s why I arranged that she should be here; and now you fellows will see why I wanted her to stay. Only recently I recovered consciousness--what you could call consciousness--and since then I"ve been hanging between life and death; I know I couldn"t lift a finger. I fancy that Dodwell must have hit me on some peculiar spot, because I believe the doctor fellows never thought I should regain my reason; I must have been a handful to Syd Beaton. I had done him the worst turn possible, and he knew what I"d done, but he treated me as if I"d been the best and truest friend that ever was. I"m convinced that if it hadn"t been for him I shouldn"t be here talking to you now. A better, a finer, a n.o.bler fellow than he never lived--and that"s what I want you fellows to know. You may do what you like to me; I deserve any punishment; but you ought to beg Sydney Beaton"s pardon--and you"ve got to do it, too."
"Have we? You rush your fences. And, pray, where is Mr. Beaton, if, as you say, we have to beg his pardon?"
"I believe that, by now, he ought to be outside."
CHAPTER x.x.xI
Asking Forgiveness
"Outside!"
The word came from Violet Forster as if it were an echo. Turning, she made a wavering and, as it seemed, almost involuntary movement towards the door; then, as if suddenly remembering, shrank back and went all red. If there were any there who smiled, it was with sympathy; as if they saw how, even against her will, the girl"s heart was being drawn towards the man who was on the other side of the door.
It was Major Reith who spoke, and it seemed with unnecessary sternness.
"Do you mean that Sydney Beaton is in the building? How do you know it?"
The reply was simple.
"He promised me that he would come."
"Promised you? When?"
"He came with me as far as the barracks. I"m afraid I"m not yet very good at getting about alone, but I shall be all right soon; he knew what I was coming for, and he promised me he would wait, and that, if he heard nothing, in about half an hour he would come in."
The girl asked an eager question.
"Was he in a taxicab? There was one waiting as I came in, by the pavement a little way down--I pa.s.sed it. It was open; there was a man sitting inside whom I had the strangest feeling that I knew, although it was dark and I could not see; perhaps it was Sydney."
"I shouldn"t wonder. He said he"d wait in the cab; but he ought to be here by now."
Facing round, Frank Clifford, as it were, addressed the meeting:
"Gentlemen, shall I go out and see if Sydney Beaton is still waiting in the cab?" There was an instant chorus of affirmatives. He turned to Violet. "Miss Forster, with your permission I will go and ask Mr.
Beaton to do us the favour to come in here."
"I--I shall be very glad to see him."
"So shall we." He opened the door, but he was not yet through it when he broke into exclamations. "Why, Beaton, you"re a sight worth seeing.
I cannot tell you how glad I am to see you. We have only just heard from Draycott that you were outside; I"m acting as a deputation to ask you to come in. Gentlemen, Captain Beaton."
Sydney Beaton appeared in the doorway of the room from which, when he was last in it, he had been thrown out. There was a great difference between that man and this; so great that all those who were there, who had known the man that was so well, looked at him and wondered, and were ashamed. The few months which had elapsed since they had seen him last might have been years, so much was he changed; it needed the evidence of their own eyes to a.s.sure them that in so short a s.p.a.ce of time a man could have so aged. The Sydney Beaton they had known was young, debonair, careless, incapable of looking seriously upon either life or death. This man was serious above and before all else; the burden of life weighed heavily on him; he was hollow-eyed; great lines seamed both his cheeks and forehead; his hair was grey; he had become an old man.
Their surprise at his appearance hushed them into silence. Beaton, as if not knowing what to make of their speechlessness, seemed disposed to draw back. But Draycott rea.s.sured him.
"It"s all right, old man, I"ve told them; they know all about it; I think the sight of you has rather bowled them over."
Then they did speak, and the first was Jackie Tickell.
"Beaton, of course you can knock me down and jump on me if you like; I shan"t say a word if you do, but it"s an absolute fact that I never really doubted you; I knew you were a white man, although I did treat you like a pig. You know that pool--there was a pot of money in that pool--I haven"t touched a farthing of it from that day to this, although there have been times when I"ve badly wanted it, but I knew all along that it was yours. I handed it over to the keeping of the mess--they"ll tell you all about it; we"ve got it all right. And I say, you chaps, here"s an idea. What do you say to giving Beaton a feed, a real tip-topper, and, at it, presenting him with the pool, as a--you know--not as a testimonial, but you know what I do mean?"
They laughed at Tickell as they crowded round Beaton. Major Reith spoke.