Millie Stope said:
"I know so little about the love you mean." Her voice trailed to silence; and in a lull of the storm they heard the thin patter of rats on the floor below, the stir of bats among the rafters.
"It"s quickly learned," he a.s.sured her. "Millie, do you feel any response at all in your heart--the slightest return of my longing?"
"I don"t know," she answered, turning toward him a troubled scrutiny.
"Perhaps in another surrounding, with things different, I might care for you very much----"
"I am going to take you into that other surrounding," he announced.
She ignored his interruption. "But we shall never have a chance to learn." She silenced his attempted protest with a cool, flexible palm against his mouth. "Life," she continued, "is so dreadfully in the dark. One is lost at the beginning. There are maps to take you safely to the Guianas, but none for souls. Perhaps religions are----Again I don"t know. I have found nothing secure--only a whirlpool into which I will not drag others."
"I will drag you out," he a.s.serted.
She smiled at him, in a momentary tenderness, and continued: "When I was young I never doubted that I would conquer life. I pictured myself rising in triumph over circ.u.mstance, as a gull leaves the sea.... When I was young.... If I was afraid of the dark then I thought, of course, I would outgrow it; but it has grown deeper than my courage. The night is terrible now." A shiver pa.s.sed over her.
"You are ill," he insisted, "but you shall be cured."
"Perhaps, a year ago, something might have been done, with a.s.sistance; yes--with you. Then, whatever is, hadn"t materialized. Why did you delay?" she cried in a sudden suffering.
"You"ll go with me tonight," he declared stoutly.
"In this?" She indicated the wind beating with the blows of a great fist against the swaying sides of the demolished store. "Have you seen the sea? Do you remember what happened on the day I went with you when it was so beautiful and still?"
John Woolfolk realized, wakened to a renewed mental clearness by the threatening of all that he desired, that--as Millie had intimated--life was too complicated to be solved by a simple longing; love was not the all-powerful magician of conventional acceptance; there were other, no less profound, depths.
He resolutely abandoned his mere inchoate wanting, and considered the elements of the position that were known to him. There was, in the first place, that old, lamentable dereliction of Lichfield Stope"s, and its aftermath in his daughter. Millie had just recalled to Woolfolk the duration, the activity, of its poison. Here there was no possibility of escape by mere removal; the stain was within; and it must be thoroughly cleansed before she could cope successfully, happily, with life. In this, he was forced to acknowledge, he could help her but little; it was an affair of spirit; and spiritual values--though they might be supported from without--had their growth and decrease strictly in the individual they animated.
Still, he argued, a normal existence, a sense of security, would accomplish a great deal; and that in turn hung upon the elimination of the second, unknown element--the reason for her backward glances, her sudden, loud ba.n.a.lities, yesterday"s mechanical repudiation of his offered a.s.sistance and the implied wish for him to go. He said gravely:
"I have been impatient, but you came so sharply into my empty existence that I was upset. If you are ill you can cure yourself.
Never forget your mother"s "brave heart." But there is something objective, immediate, threatening you. Tell me what it is, Millie, and together we will overcome and put it away from you for ever."
She gazed panic-stricken into the empty gloom below. "No! no!" she exclaimed, rising. "You don"t know. I won"t drag you down. You must go away at once, tonight, even in the storm."
"What is it?" he demanded.
She stood rigidly erect with her eyes shut and hands clasped at her sides. Then she slid down upon the box, lifting to him a white mask of fright.
"It"s Nicholas," she said, hardly above her breath.
A sudden relief swept over John Woolfolk. In his mind he dismissed as negligible the heavy man fumbling beneath his soiled ap.r.o.n. He wondered how the other could have got such a grip on Millie Stope"s imagination.
The mystery that had enveloped her was fast disappearing, leaving them without an obstacle to the happiness he proposed. Woolfolk said curtly:
"Has Nicholas been annoying you?"
She shivered, with clasped straining hands.
"He says he"s crazy about me," she told him in a shuddering voice that contracted his heart. "He says that I must--must marry him, or----"
Her period trailed abruptly out to silence.
Woolfolk grew animated with determination, an immediate purpose.
"Where would Nicholas be at this hour?" he asked.
She rose hastily, clinging to his arm. "You mustn"t," she exclaimed, yet not loudly. "You don"t know! He is watching--something frightful would happen."
"Nothing "frightful,"" he returned tolerantly, preparing to descend.
"Only unfortunate for Nicholas."
"You mustn"t," she repeated desperately, her sheer weight hanging from her hands clasped about his neck. "Nicholas is not--not human. There"s something funny about him. I don"t mean funny, I----"
He unclasped her fingers and quietly forced her back to the seat on the box. Then he took a place at her side.
"Now," he asked reasonably, "what is this about Nicholas?"
She glanced down into the desolate cavern of the store; the ghostly remnant of cotton goods fluttered in a draft like a torn and grimy cobweb; the lower floor was palpably bare.
"He came in April," she commenced in a voice without any life. "The woman we had had for years was dead; and when Nicholas asked for work we were glad to take him. He wanted the smallest possible wages and was willing to do everything; he even cooked quite nicely. At first he was jumpy--he had asked if many strangers went by; but then when no one appeared he got easier.... He got easier and began to do extra things for me. I thanked him--until I understood. Then I asked father to send him away, but he was afraid; and, before I could get up my courage to do it, Nicholas spoke----
"He said he was crazy about me, and would I please try and be good to him. He had always wanted to marry, he went on, and live right, but things had gone against him. I told him that he was impertinent and that he would have to go at once; but he cried and begged me not to say that, not to get him "started.""
That, John Woolfolk recalled, was precisely what the man had said to him.
"I went back to father and told him why he must send Nicholas off, but father nearly suffocated. He turned almost black. Then I got frightened and locked myself in my room, while Nicholas sat out on the stair and sobbed all night. It was ghastly! In the morning I had to go down, and he went about his duties as usual.
"That evening he spoke again, on the porch, twisting his hands exactly as if he were making bread. He repeated that he wanted me to be nice to him. He said something wrong would happen if I pushed him to it.
"I think if he had threatened to kill me it would have been more possible than his hints and sobs. The thing went along for a month, then six weeks, and nothing more happened. I started again and again to tell them at the store, two miles back in the pines, but I could never get away from Nicholas; he was always at my shoulder, muttering and twisting his hands.
"At last I found something." She hesitated, glancing once more down through the empty gloom, while her fingers swiftly fumbled in the band of her waist.
"I was cleaning his room--it simply had to be done--and had out a bureau drawer, when I saw this underneath. He was not in the house, and I took one look at it, then put the things back as near as possible as they were. I was so frightened that I slipped it in my dress--had no chance to return it."
He took from her unresisting hand a folded rectangle of coa.r.s.e grey paper; and, opening it, found a small handbill with the crudely reproduced photograph of a man"s head with a long, drooping nose, sleepy eyes in thick folds of flesh, and a lax under-lip with a fixed, dull smile:
WANTED FOR MURDER!
The authorities of Coweta offer THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS for the apprehension of the below, Iscah Nicholas, convicted of the murder of Elizabeth Slakto, an aged woman.
General description: Age about forty-eight. Head receding, with large nose and stupid expression. Body corpulent but strong.
Nicholas has no trade and works at general utility. He is a homicidal maniac.
WANTED FOR MURDER!
"He told me that his name was Nicholas Brandt," Millie noted in her dull voice.