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Episode Date: December 5, 2022Hand and Ring by Anna Katharine Green audiobook. Genre: mystery In the quiet New York town of Sibley, a knot of lawyers and officials linger on the courthouse steps swapping theories about crime when... a stranger offers a chilling observation: the boldest offenses are sometimes committed in full view, where no one thinks to look. Minutes later, the woman living in the plain house he indicated, the widowed Mrs. Clemmens, is found struck down in her own parlor, and the town is jolted into suspicion and fear. Young New York detective Horace Byrd takes the lead, sifting testimony, tracing timelines, and weighing the unsettling physical clues left behind, including a ring that seems to point in more than one direction. As whispers tighten around two equally plausible suspects, the enigmatic Imogene Dare steps into the center of the case, her past, her loyalties, and her very presence raising as many questions as they answer. When the famed detective Ebenezer Gryce becomes involved, the investigation turns into a contest between appearances and proof, unfolding through tense interviews, legal maneuvering, and extended courtroom scenes where every word can condemn or save. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (00:26:45) Chapter 02 (00:49:14) Chapter 03 (01:19:46) Chapter 04 (01:51:03) Chapter 05 (02:20:24) Chapter 06 (02:39:06) Chapter 07 (03:12:34) Chapter 08 (03:33:12) Chapter 09 (04:01:48) Chapter 10 (04:28:15) Chapter 11 (04:38:22) Chapter 12 (04:49:16) Chapter 13 (05:13:22) Chapter 14 (05:31:05) Chapter 15 (05:40:57) Chapter 16 (05:54:38) Chapter 17 (05:55:41) Chapter 18 (06:27:10) Chapter 19 (06:47:49) Chapter 20 (07:10:51) Chapter 21 (07:20:36) Chapter 22 (07:42:33) Chapter 23 (08:02:31) Chapter 24 (08:19:29) Chapter 25 (08:29:46) Chapter 26 (08:41:08) Chapter 27 (08:43:45) Chapter 28 (08:54:54) Chapter 29 (09:13:58) Chapter 30 (09:37:29) Chapter 31 (09:48:48) Chapter 32 (10:08:42) Chapter 33 (10:31:29) Chapter 34 (10:43:47) Chapter 35 (11:15:48) Chapter 36 (11:32:09) Chapter 37 (11:59:48) Chapter 38 (12:26:03) Chapter 39 (12:48:52) Chapter 40 (13:04:53) Chapter 41 (13:23:06) Chapter 42 (13:50:00) Chapter 43 (14:13:50) Chapter 44 (14:33:53) Chapter 45 (14:54:50) Chapter 46 (15:13:37) Chapter 47 (15:35:41) Chapter 48 (15:43:05) Chapter 49 (16:02:59) Chapter 50 (16:29:40) Chapter 51 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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hand and ring by anna catherine green book one the gentleman from toledo chapter one of startling coincidence
by the pricking of my thumbs something wicked this way comes macbeth the town clock of sylby had just struck twelve court had adjourned and judge evans with one or two of the leading lawyers of the county
stood in the doorway of the court-house discussing in a friendly way the eccentricities of criminals as developed in the case then before the court
mr lord had just ventured the assertion that crime as a fine art was happily confined to france to which district attorney ferris had replied
and why because atheism has not yet acquired such a hold upon our upper class that gentlemen think it possible to meddle such matters it is only when a student a doctor a lawyer determines to put aside from his path the secret stumbling block to his own his own to his own
his desires or his ambition that the true intellectual crime is developed. That brute, whom
you see slouching along over the way, is the type of the average criminal of the day.
And he indicated with a nod a sturdy ill-favored man, who, with pack on his back, was just
emerging from a grassy lane that opened out from the street directly opposite the courthouse.
Such men are often seen in the dock, remarked Mr. Orcutt, of more than local reputation as a criminal lawyer,
and often escape the penalty of their crimes, he added, watching, with a curious glance,
the lowering brow and furtive look of the man who, upon perceiving the attention he had attracted,
increased his pace till he almost broke into a run.
looks as if he had been up to mischief observed judge evans rather as if he had heard the sentence which was passed upon the last tramp who paid his respects to this town corrected mr lord
revenans and aes boutons resumed the district attorney crime as an investment does not pay in this country the regular burglar leads a dog's life of it
and when you come to the murderer how few escapes suspicion if they do the gallows i do not know of a case where a murder for money has been really successful in this region
then you must have some pretty cute detective work going on here remarked a young man who had not before spoken no no nothing to brag of but the brutes are so clumsy that is the word clumsy they don't know how to cover up their tracks
The smart ones don't make tracks interposed a rough voice near them, and a large, red-haired, slightly humpbacked man, who from the looks of those about, was evidently a stranger in the place, shuffled forward from the pillar against which he had been leaning, and took up the thread of conversation.
I tell you, he continued, in a gruff tone, somewhat out of keeping with the studied abstraction of his key.
gray eye, that half the criminals are caught because they do make tracks and then resort to
such extraordinary means to cover them up.
The true secret of success in this line lies in striking your blow with a weapon picked up
on the spot, and in choosing for the scene of your tragedy a thoroughfare where, in the natural
course of events, other men will come and go and unconsciously tread out your traces, provided
you have made any. This dissipates suspicion, or starts it, in so many directions, that justice is at
once confused, if not ultimately baffled. Look at that house yonder, the stranger pursued,
pointing to a plain dwelling on the opposite corner. While we have been standing here,
several persons of one kind or another, and among them, a pretty rough-looking tramp,
have gone into the side gate, and so around to the kitchen door and back.
I don't know who lives there, but say it is a solitary old woman above keeping help,
and that an hour from now, someone, not finding her in the house,
searches through the garden, and comes upon her lying dead behind the woodpile,
struck down by her own axe.
On whom are you going to lay your hand in suspicion?
on the stranger, of course, the rough-looking tramp that everybody thinks is ready for bloodshed,
at the least provocation.
But suspicion is not conviction, and I would dare wager that no court, in face of a persistent denial on his part,
that he even saw the old woman when he went to her door, would bring in a verdict of murder against him,
even though silver from her private drawer were found concealed upon his person.
The chance that he spoke the truth, and that she was not in the house when he entered,
and that his crime had been merely one of burglary or theft,
would be enough to save him from the hangman.
That is true, assented Mr. Lord, unless all other persons,
who had been seen to go into the yard, were not only reputable men,
but were willing to testify to having seen the woman alive up to the time he invaded her premises.
but the humpbacked stranger had already lounged away what do you think about this mr bird inquired the district attorney turning to the young man before alluded to you are an expert in these matters or ought to be
what would you give for the tramp's chances if the detectives took him in hand ay sir was the response i am so comparatively young and inexperienced in such affairs that i scarcely dare presume to express an opinion
but i have heard it said by mr gryce whom you know stands foremost among the detectives of new york that the only case of murder in which he utterly failed to get any clue to work upon
was that of a jew who was knocked down in his own shop in broad daylight but this will not appear so strange when you learn the full particulars the store was situated between two alleyways and harlem
it had an entrance back and an entrance front both were in constant use the man was found behind his counter having evidently been hit on the head by a slung shot while reaching for a box of hosiery
but though a succession of people were constantly passing by both doors there was for that very reason no one to tell which of all the men who were observed to enter the shop came out again with blood upon his conscience
nor were the circumstances of the jew's life such as to assist justice the most careful investigation failed to disclose the existence of any enemy
nor was he found to possess in this country at least any relative who could have hoped to be benefited by the few dollars he had saved from a late bankruptcy the only conclusion to be drawn is that the man was secretly in the way of someone and was secretly put out of it
but for what purpose or by whose hand time is never disclosed there is one however who knows both affirmed judge evans impressively
the man himself god the solemnity with which this was uttered caused a silence during which mr orcott looked at his watch
i must go to dinner he announced withdrawing with a slight nod across the street the rest stood for a few minutes abstractly contemplating his retreating figure as with an energetic pace all his own
he passed down the little street that opened opposite to where they stood and entered the unpretending cottage of a widow lady with whom he was in the habit of taking his midday meal whenever he had a case before the court
a lull was over the whole village and the few remaining persons on the court-house steps were about to separate when mr lord uttered an exclamation and pointed to the cottage in which they had just seen mr orcaud disappeared
immediately all eyes looked that way and saw the lawyers standing on the stoop, having evidently issued with the utmost precipitation from the house.
He is making signs, cried Mr. Lord to Mr. Ferris, and scarcely knowing what they feared, both gentlemen crossed away and hurried down the street toward their friend, who, with unusual tokens of disturbance in his manner, ran forward to meet them.
a murder he excitedly exclaimed as soon as he came within speaking distance a strange and startling coincidence mrs clemens has been struck on the head and is lying covered with blood at the foot of her dining-room table
mr lord and the district attorney stared at each other in a maze of surprise and horror easily to be comprehended and then they rushed forward wait a moment the latter suddenly cried stopping short and looking back
where is the fellow who talked so learnedly about murder and the best way of making a success of it he must be found at once i don't believe in coincidences
and he beckoned to the person they had called bird who with very pardonable curiosity was hurrying their way go find hunt the constable he cried tell him to stop and retain the humpback
a woman here has been found murdered and that fellow must have known something about it the young man stared flushed with sudden intelligence and darted off mr ferris turned found mr orcut at his side and drew him forward to rejoin mr lord
who by this time was at the door of the cottage they all went in together mr ferris who was of an adventurous disposition leading the way
the room into which they first stepped was empty it was evidently the widow's sitting-room and was in perfect order with the exception of mr orcutt's hat which lay on the centre table where he had laid it on entering
neat without being prim the entire aspect of the place was one of comfort ease and modest luxury for though the widow clemens lived alone and without help she was by no means an indigent
person. As a single glance at her house would show, the door leading into the farther room was
open, and toward this they hastened, led by the glitter of the fine old China service which
loaded the dining table. She is there, said Mr. Orcutt, pointing to the other side of the room.
They immediately passed behind the table, and there, sure enough, lay the prostrate figure of the
widow, her head bleeding, her arms extended, one hand grasping her watch, which she had loosened
from her belt. The other stretched toward a stick of firewood that from the mark of blood upon
its side had evidently been used to fell her to the floor. She was as motionless as stone, and was,
to all appearances, dead. Sickening, sickening, horrible, exclaimed Mr. Lord,
recoiling upon the district attorney with a gesture as if he would put the frightful object out of his sight what motive could any one have for killing such an inoffensive woman the deviltry of man is beyond belief
and after what we heard inexplicable asserted mr ferris to be told of a supposable case of murder one minute and then to see it exemplified in this dreadful way the next is an experience
of no common order i own i am overcome by it and he flung open a door that communicated with the lane and let the outside air sweep in the door was unlocked remarked mr lord glancing at mr orcut
who stood with severe set face looking down at the outstretched form which for several years now had so often sat opposite him at his noonday meal
With a start he looked up.
What did you say?
The door unlocked.
There's nothing strange in that.
She never locked her doors.
Though she was so very death, I often advised her to.
He allowed his eyes to run over the wide stretch of low, uncultivated ground before him,
that, in the opinion of many persons, was such a decided blot upon the town.
There is no one in sight, he reluctantly admitted.
no responded the other the ground is unfavorable for escape it is marshy and covered with snake grass a man could make his way however between the hillocks in those woods yonder if he were driven by fear or understood the path well
what is the matter orcut nothing affirmed the latter nothing i thought i heard a groan you heard me make an exclamation spoke up mr ferris
who by this time had sufficiently overcome his emotion to lift the head of the prostrate woman and look into her face this woman is not dead what they both cried bounding forward
see she breathes continued the former pointing to her slowly laboring chest the villain whoever he was did not do his work well she may be able to tell us something yet
i do not think so murmured mr orcutt such a blow as that must have destroyed her faculties if not her life it was of cruel force
however that may be she ought to be taken care of now cried mr ferris i wish dr treadwell was here i will go for him signified the other but it was not necessary scarcely had the lawyer turned to execute this mission when a sudden murmur was her
at the door, and a dozen or so citizens burst into the house, among them the very person named.
Being coroner as well as physician, he at once assumed authority.
The widow was carried into her room, which was on the same floor, and a brother practitioner
sent for, who took his place at her head and waited for any sign of returning consciousness.
The crowd remanded to the yard, spent their time.
alternately, infertive questioning of each other's countenances and an eager lookout for the expected
return of the strange young man who had been sent after the incomprehensible hunchback
of whom all had heard. The coroner, closeted with the district attorney in the dining room,
busied himself in noting certain evident facts. I am perhaps for stalling my duties in
interfering before the woman is dead, intamated the former, but it is only a matter of a few hours,
and any facts we can glean in the interim must be of value to a proper conduct of the inquiry.
I shall be called upon the hold. I shall therefore make the same note of the position of affairs
as I would do if she were dead, and to begin with, I wish you to observe that she was hit
while setting the clock, and he pointed to the open door of the huge old-fashioned timepiece
which occupied that corner of the room in which she had been found.
She had not even finished her task, he next remarked, for the clock is still ten minutes
slow, while her watch is just right, as you will see by comparing it with your own.
She was attacked from behind and to all appearances unexpectedly.
Had she turned, her forehead would have been struck, while as we can see it is the back of her
head that has suffered, and that from a right-hand blow.
Her deathness was undoubtedly the cause of her immobility under the approach of such an assailant.
She did not hear his step, and being so busily engaged saw nothing of the cruel hand uplifted
to destroy her.
I doubt if she even knew what happened.
The mystery is that anyone could have sufficiently desired her death
to engage in such a cold-blooded butchery.
If plunder were wanted, why was not her watch taken from her?
And see, here is a pile of small change lying beside her plate on the table,
a thing a tramp would make for at once.
It was not a thief that struck her.
well well we don't know i have my own theory admitted the coroner but of course it will not do for me to mention it here the stick was taken from that pile laid ready on the hearth he went on odd significantly odd
that in all its essential details this affair should tally so completely with the supposable case of crime given a moment before by the deformed wretch you tell me about
not if that man was a madman and the assailant suggested the district attorney true but i do not think he was mad not from what you have told me but let us see what the commotion is someone has evidently arrived
it was mr bird who had entered by the front door and death to the low murmur of the impatient crowd without stood waiting in silent patience for an opportunity to report to the district attorney
the results of his efforts mr ferris at once welcomed him what have you done did you find the constable or succeed in laying hands on that scamp of a humpback
mr bird who to explain at once was a young and intelligent detective who had been brought from new york for the purposes connected with the case then before the court glanced carefully in the direction of the coroner and quietly replied
lied. The hump-backed scamp, as you call him, has disappeared.
Whether he will be found or not, I cannot say.
Hunt is on his track, and we'll report to you in an hour.
The tramp, who you saw slinking out of this street, while we stood on the courthouse steps,
is doubtless a man, whom you most want, and him we have captured.
You have, repeated, Mr. Ferris, eyeing, with good-natured irony,
the young man's gentlemanly, but rather indifferent face.
And what makes you think it is the tramp,
who is the guilty one in this case?
Because that ingenuous stranger saw fit to make him such a prominent figure
in his suppositions?
No, sir, replied the detective,
flushing with a momentary embarrassment he, however, speedily, overcame.
I do not found my opinions upon any man's remarks.
I only.
Excuse me, said he, with a quiet air of self-control, that was not without its effect upon the sensible man he was addressing.
If you will tell me how, where, and under what circumstances this poor murdered woman was found,
perhaps I shall be better able to explain my reasons, for believing in the tramp as the guilty party,
though the belief, even of a detective, goes for but little in my own.
matters of this kind, as you and these other gentlemen very well know.
Step here, then, signified Mr. Ferris, who accompanied by the coroner, had already passed
around the table.
Do you see that clock?
She was winding it when she was struck, and fell almost at his foot.
The weapon which did the execution lies over there.
It is a stick of firewood, as you see, and was caught up from that pile on the heart.
Now recall what that humpback said about choosing a thoroughfare for a murder, and this house is a thoroughfare, and the peculiar stress which he laid upon the choice of a weapon.
And tell me why you think he is innocent of this immediate and most remarkable exemplification of his revolting theory.
Let me ask first, ventured the other, with a remaining tinge of embarrassment coloring his cheek.
if you have reason to think this woman had been lying long where she was found,
or was she struck soon before the discovery?
Soon, the dinner was still smoking in the kitchen,
where it had been dished up ready for serving.
Then, declared the detective, with sudden confidence,
a single word will satisfy you that the humpback was not the man who delivered this stroke.
To lay that woman low at the foot of this clock would require the presence of the assailant in the room.
Now the humpback was not here this morning, but in the courtroom.
I know this, for I saw him there.
You did, you were sure of that?
cried in a breath, both his hearers, somewhat taken aback by his revelation.
Yes, he sat by the door.
I noticed it particularly.
Humph, that is odd, quoth Mr. Ferris, with the testiness of an irritable man,
who sees himself contradicted in a publicly expressed theory.
Very odd, repeated the coroner, so odd, I am inclined to think he did not sit there every
moment of the time. It is but a step from the courthouse here.
He might well have taken the trip and returned, while you wiped your eyeglasses,
or was otherwise engaged.
Mr. Bird did not see fit to answer this.
The tramp is an ugly-looking customer, he remarked,
in what was almost a careless tone of voice.
Mr. Ferris covered with his hand
the piled of loose change that was yet lying on the table
and shortly observed.
A tramp to commit such a crime must be actuated
either by rage or cupidity
that you will acknowledge.
Now the fellow who struck this woman
could not have been excited by any sudden anger.
For the whole position of her body, when found,
proves that she had not even turned to face the intruder,
must less engaged in an altercation with him.
Yet how could it have been money he was after,
when a tempting bit like this,
remain undisturbed upon the table?
And Mr. Ferris, with a sudden gesture,
disclosed a view the pile of silver coin he had been concealing.
The young detective shook her head, but lost none of his seeming indifference.
That is one of the little anomalies of criminal experience that we were talking about this morning, he remarked.
Perhaps the fellow was frightened and lost his head,
or perhaps he really heard someone at the door and was obliged to escape without reaping any of the fruits of his crying.
perhaps and perhaps retorted mr ferris who was a quick man and who once settled any belief was not to be easily shaken out of it
however that may be continued mr bird without seeming to notice the irritating interruption i still think that the tramp rather than the humpback will be the man to occupy your future attention
and with a deprecatory bow to both gentlemen he drew back and quietly left the room mr ferris at once recovered from his momentary loss of temper
i suppose a young man is right he acknowledged but if so what an encouragement we have received this morning to a belief in clairvoyance and with less irony and more conviction he added the humpback must have known something about the murder
and the coroner bowed common sense undoubtedly agreeing with this assumption end of chapter one section two of hand and ring by anna catherine green
this lebrvox recording is in the public domain chapter two an appeal to heaven her step was royal queenlike longfellow
it was now half-past one an hour and a half had elapsed since the widow had been laid upon her bed and to all appearance no change had taken place in her condition
within the room where she lay were collected the doctor and one or two neighbors of the female sex who watched every breath she drew and stood ready to notice the slightest change in the stony face that dimmed with the shadow of death stared at the shadow of death stared at the shadow of the dark
upon them from the unruffled pillows.
In the sitting-room, lawyer Orcutt conversed in a subdued voice with Mr. Ferris,
in regard to such incidents of the widow's life as had come under his notice in the years of their daily companionship,
while the crowd about the gate vented their interest in loud exclamations of wrath against a tramp who had been found,
and the unknown humpback who had not.
Our story leads us into that crowd in front.
I don't think she'll ever come, too, said one.
Who from his dusty coat might have been a miller?
Blows like that haven't much let up about them.
Doctor says she will die before morning,
put in a pert young miss, anxious to have her voice heard.
Then it will be murder and no mistake,
and that brute of a tramp will hang as high as hayman.
Don't condemn a man, before you've had a chance to hear what he has to say for himself,
cried another, in a strictly judicial tone.
How do you know, has he came to this house at all?
Miss Perkins says he did, and Mrs. Phillips, too.
They saw him go in to the gate.
And what else did they see?
I warrant he wasn't the only beggar that was roaming round this morning.
no there was a tin peddler in the street for i saw him my own self and mrs clements standing in the door flourishing her broom at him she was mighty short with such folks wouldn't wonder if some of the unholy wretches killed her out of spite
they're a wicked lot the whole of them widow clements had a quick temper but she had a mighty good heart notwithstanding see how kind she was to them hubbles
and how hard she was to the Pratt girl.
Well, I know, but, and so on and so on,
in a hum and a buzz about the head of Mr. Bird,
who, engaged, in thought seemingly far removed from the subject in hand,
stood leaning against the fence, careless and insusient.
Suddenly, there was a lull, then a short cry,
then a woman's voice rose clear, ringing and commanding.
and mr bird caught the following words what is this i hear mrs clemens dead struck down by some wandering tramp murdered in her own house
in an instant every eye including mr birds was fixed upon the speaker the crowd parted and the young girl who had spoken from the street came into the gate she was a remarkable-looking person tall and large and majestic in every proportion of the young girl who had spoken from the street came into the gate she was a remarkable-looking person tall and large and majestic in every proportion
of an unusually noble figure.
She was of a make and possessed a bearing
to attract attention
had she borne a less striking
and beautiful countenance.
As it was,
the glance lingered but a moment
on the grand curves
and the lithe loveliness of that matchless figure
and passed at once to the face.
Once there, it did not soon wonder,
for though its beauty was incontestable,
the something that lay behind that beauty was more incontestable still and held you in spite of yourself,
long after you had become acquainted with the broad white brow, the clear deep, changing gray eye,
the straight but characteristic nose, and the ruddy, nervous lip.
You felt that, young and beautiful as she was, and charming as she might be,
she was also one of nature's unsolvable mysteries.
A woman who you might study obey a door,
but whom you could never hope to understand.
A sphinx without an edipus.
She was dressed in dark green,
and held her gloves in her hand.
Her appearance was that of one
who had been profoundly startled.
Why doesn't someone answer me, she asked,
after an instant's pause,
seeming unconscious that,
alike to those who knew her,
and to those who did not,
her air and manner,
where such has to naturally impose silence.
Must I go into the house in order to find out
if this good woman is dead or not?
Sure she isn't dead yet,
spoke of a brawny butcher boy,
bolder than to rest,
but she sure sore hurt, Miss,
and the doctor say,
as how there is no hope.
a change impossible to understand passed over the girl's face had she been less vigorous of body she would have staggered as it was she stood still rigidly still
and seemed to summon up her faculties till the very clench of her fingers spoke of the strong control she was putting upon herself it is dreadful dreadful she murmured this time in a whisper and as if to some rising protest in her own soul
no good can come of it none then as if awakening to the scene about her shook her head and cried to those nearest it was a tramp who did it i suppose at least i am told so
a tramp has been took up miss on suspicion as they call it if a tramp has been taken up on suspicion then he was the one who assailed her of course and pushing on through the crowd that fell back still more awe-struck than before
she went into the house.
The murmur that followed her was subdued but universal.
It made no impression on Mr. Bird.
He had leaned forward to watch the girl's retreating form,
but, finding his view intercepted
by the wrinkled profile of an old crone
who had leaned forward to had drawn impatiently back.
Something in that Crohn's aged face made him address her.
You know the lady, he inquired?
Yes, was the cautious reply given, however, with a leer he found not altogether pleasant.
She is a relative of the injured woman, or a friend, perhaps?
The old woman's face looked frightful.
No, she muttered grimly, they're strangers.
At this unexpected response, Mr. Bird made a perceptible start forward.
The old woman's hand fell at once on his arm.
Stay, she hoarsely whispered, by strange.
I mean they don't visit each other.
This town is too small for any of us to be strangers.
Mr. Byrd nodded and escaped her clutch.
This is worth seeing through, he murmured,
with the first gleam of interest he had shown in the affair,
and hurrying forward, he succeeded in following the lady into the house.
The sight he met there did not tend to ally his newborn interest.
There she stood in the center of the sitting room,
room, tall, resolute, and commanding.
Her eyes fixed on the door of the room
that contained the still-breathing sufferer.
Mr. Orcott's eyes fixed upon her,
it seemed as if she had asked one question and been answered.
There had not been time for more.
I do not know what to say an apology for my intrusion, she remarked,
but the death, or almost the death of a person
of whom we have all heard, seems to me so terrible,
terrible that. But here Mr. Orcutt interrupted gently, almost tenderly, but with a fatherly
authority which Mr. Bird expected to see her respect. Imogene, he observed, this is no place
for you. The horror of the event has made you forget yourself. Go home and trust me to tell
you on my return all that it is advisable for you to know. But she did not even meet his
glance with her steady eyes.
Thank you, she protested, but I cannot go till I have seen the place where this woman fell
and the weapon with which she was struck.
I want to see it all, Mr. Ferris, will you show me?
And without giving any reason for this extraordinary request, she stood waiting with the air
of conscious authority, which is sometimes given by great beauty when united to a distinguished
personal presence.
The district attorney, taken aback, moved toward the dining-room door.
I will consult with a coroner, he said.
But she waited for no man's leave.
Following close behind him, she entered upon the scene of the tragedy.
Where was the poor woman hit, she inquired?
They told her.
They showed her all she desired, and asked her no questions.
She awed them, all but Mr. Orkins.
cut, him she both astonished and alarmed.
And a tramp did all this, she finally exclaimed, in the odd, musing tone she had used once
before, while her eye fell thoughtfully to the floor.
Suddenly she started, or so Mr. Bird fondly imagined, and moved the pace, setting her
foot carefully down upon a certain spot in the carpet beneath her.
She espied something, he thought, and,
watched to see if she would stoop. But no, she held herself still more erectly than before,
and seemed, by her rather desultory inquiries, to be striving to engage the attention of the others
from herself. There is someone surely tapping at this door, she intimated, pointing to the one
that opened into the lane. Dr. Treadwell moved to sea. Is there not, she repeated, glancing at
Mr. Ferris, he too turned the sea. But there was still an eye regarding her from behind the sitting-room
door, and perceiving it she impatiently ceased her efforts. She was not mistaken about the tapping.
A man was at the door whom both gentlemen seemed to know.
I come from the tavern where they are holding this tramp in custody, announced a newcomer,
in a voice too low to penetrate into the room.
He is frightened, almost out of his wits, seems to think he was taken up for theft,
and makes no bones about saying that he did take a spoon or two from a house where he was let in for a bite.
He gave up the spoons and expects to go to jail, but seems to have no idea that any worse suspicion is hanging over him.
Those that stand around think he is innocent of the murder.
Well, we'll see, ejaculated Mr. Ferris, and turning back, he met, with a certain sort of
complacence, the eyes of the young lady who had been somewhat impatiently awaiting his reappearance.
It seems there are doubts, after all, about the tramp being the assailant.
The start she gave was sudden and involuntary.
She took a step forward and then paused as if hesitating.
instantly Mr. Bird, who had not forgotten the small objects she had been covering with her
foot, sauntered leisurely forward, and spying a ring on the floor where she had been standing,
unconcernedly picked it up.
She did not seem to notice him, looking at Mr. Ferris, with eyes who startled, if not alarmed
expression, she did not succeed in hiding from the detective.
She inquired in a stifled voice.
What do you mean?
What has this man been telling you?
You say it was not the tramp?
Who then was it?
That is a question we cannot answer, rejoined Mr. Ferris,
astonished at her heat,
while lawyer Orcutt, moving forward,
attempted once more to recall her to herself.
Imogene, he pleaded.
Imogene, calm yourself.
This is not a matter of so much importance to you
that you need agitate yourself so violently in regard to it.
Come home, I beseech you,
and leave the affairs of justice to the attention of those
whose duty it is to look after them.
Beyond acknowledging his well-meant interference,
by a deprecatory glance,
she stood immovable,
looking from Dr. Treadwell to Mr. Ferris,
and back again to Dr. Treadwell,
as if she sought in their faces
some confirmation of a hideous doubt or fear that had arisen in her own mind.
Suddenly she felt a touch on her arm.
Excuse me, madam, but is this yours?
Inquired a smooth and careless voice over her shoulder.
As though awakening from a dream, she turned, they all turned.
Mr. Bird was holding out in his open palm,
a ring blazing with a diamond of no mean lustre or value.
the sight of such a jewel presented at such a moment completed the astonishment of her friends pressing forward they stared at the costly ornament and then at her
mr orcutt's face especially assuming a startled expression of mingled surprise and apprehension that soon attracted the attentions of the others and led to an interchange of look that denoted a mutual but not unpleasant
understanding.
I found it at your feet, explained the detective, still carelessly, but with just the
delicate shade of respect in his voice necessary to express a gentleman's sense of
presumption in thus addressing a strange and beautiful young lady.
The tone, if not the explanation, seemed to calmer, as powerful natures are calmed,
in the stress of a sudden crisis.
Thank you, she returned, not without signs of great sweetness in her look and manner.
Yes, it is mine, she added slowly, reaching out her hand and taking the ring.
I must have dropped it without knowing it, and meeting the eyes of Mr. Orcutt,
fixed upon her, with that startled look of inquiry already alluded to, she flushed,
but placed a jewel nonchalantly on her finger.
This cool appropriation of something he had no reason to believe hers startled the youthful detective immeasurably.
He had not expected such a denoumet to the little drama he had prepared with such quiet assurance,
and, though with a quick self-control that distinguished him, he forbore to show his surprise.
He nonetheless felt baffled and ill at ease, all the more that the two gentlemen presently,
present, who appeared to be the most disinterested in their regard for this young lady,
seemed to accept this act on her part as genuine, and therefore not to be questioned.
It is a clue that is lost, thought he, I have made a mess of my first unassisted efforts
at real detective work, and inwardly disgusted with himself, he drew back into the other
room and took up his stand at a remote window.
The slight stirry made in crossing the room seemed to break a spell and restore the minds of all present to their proper balance.
Mr. Orcutt threw off the shadow that had momentarily disturbed his quiet,
an assured, mean, and advancing once more, held out his arm with even more kindness than before,
saying impressively,
Now you will surely consent to accompany me home.
you cannot mean to remain here any longer, can you, Imogene?
Before she could reply, before her hand could lay itself on his arm,
a sudden hush, like that of all, passed solemnly through the room,
and the physician, who had been set to watch over the dying gasps of the poor sufferer within,
appeared on the threshold of the bedroom door,
holding up his hand with a look that at once commanded attention,
and awoke the most painful expectancy in the hearts of all who beheld him.
She stirs, she moves her lips, he announced, and again paused, listening.
Immediately there was a sound from the dimness behind him,
a low sound, inarticulate at first, but presently growing loud enough and plain enough
to be heard in the utmost recesses of the furthermost room on that floor.
Hand, ring, was the burden of the short ejaculation they heard, ring, hand, till a sudden
gasp cut short the fearful iteration, and all was silent again.
Great heavens came in an awestruck whisper from Mr. Ferris as he pressed hastily toward
the place from which these words had issued.
But the physician at once stopped and silenced him.
She may speak again, he suggests.
did wait. But though they listened breathlessly, and with ever-growing suspense,
no further break occurred in the deep silence, and soon the doctor announced,
She has sunk back into her old state. She may rouse again, and she may not.
As though released from some painful tension, the coroner, the district attorney, and the detective
all looked up, they found Miss Dare standing by the open window, with her face turned to the
landscape, and Mr. Orcutt, gazing at her with an expression of perplexity that had almost
the appearance of dismay. The look passed instantly from the lawyer's countenance as he met the
eyes of his friends. But Mr. Bird, who was still smarting under a sense of his late defeat,
could not but wonder what that gentleman had seen in Miss Dare, during the period of their
late preoccupation to call up such an expression to his usually keen and composed face.
The clinch of her white hand on the windowsill told nothing, but when, in a few moments later,
she turned toward them again. Mr. Bird saw, or thought he saw, the last lingering remains
of a great horror fading out of her eyes, and was not surprised when she walked up to Mr. Orcutt
and said, somewhat hoarsely,
I wish to go home now.
This place is a terrible one to be in.
Mr. Orcott, who was only too glad to comply with her request,
again offered her his arm.
But anxious as they evidently were to quit the house,
they were not allowed to do so,
without experiencing another shock.
Just as they were passing the door of the room,
where the wounded woman lay,
the physician in attendance again appeared before,
them with that silently uplifted hand.
Hushy said she stirs again.
I think she's going to speak.
And once more that terrible suspense held each and every one enthralled,
once more that faint, inarticulate murmur eddied through the house.
Growing gradually into speech, at this time took a form that curdled the blood of the listeners
and made Mr. Orcutt and the young woman at his side
drop apart from each other as though a dividing sword had passed between them.
May the vengeance of heaven, light upon the head of him,
who has brought me to this pass for the words that now rose ringing and clear
from that bed of death.
May the fate that has come upon me be visited upon him,
measure for measure, blow for blow, death for death.
Strange and awe-inspiring words that drew appall over that house and made the dullest person there gasped for breath.
In the silence that followed, a silence that could be felt the white faces of lawyer and physician,
coroner and detective, turned and confronted each other.
But the young lady who lingered in their midst looked at no one, turned to no one.
shuddering in white she stood gazing before her as if she already beheld that retributive hand descending upon the head of the guilty then she awoke to the silence of those around her gave a quick start and flashed forward to the door and so out into the street before mr orcutt could rouse himself sufficiently from the stupor of the moment to follow her end of chapter two section three of hand
and ring by anna catherine green this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter three the unfinished letter faith thou hast some crotchets in thy head now marry wives of windsor
would there be any indiscretion in my asking who that young lady is inquired mr bird of mr ferris has after ascertaining the stricken sufferer stills of the stricken sufferer stills of the young lady is inquired mr ferris has after ascertaining the stricken sufferer's
breathed, they stood together in a distant corner of the dining-room. No returned the other
in a low tone, with a glance in the direction of the lawyer, who was just re-entering the house,
after an unsuccessful effort to rejoin the person of whom they were speaking. She is a Miss
Dyer, a young lady, much admired in this town, and believed by many to be on the verge of
matrimony with, he nodded toward Mr. Orcutt, and discreetly forbore to finish the sentence.
Ah, exclaimed the youthful detective, I understand, and he cast a look of suddenly awakened interest
at the man who, up to this time, he had merely regarded as a more than usually acute criminal
lawyer. He saw a small, fair, alert man of some forty years of age, of a good
Good carriage, easy manner, and refined cast of countenance, overshadowed now by his secret
anxiety he vainly tried to conceal.
He was not as handsome as coroner Treadwell, nor as well built as Mr. Ferris, yet he was,
without a doubt, the most striking-looking man in the room, and to the masculine eyes of the
detective seemed at first glance to be a person to win the admiration, if not the
the affection of women.
She appears to take a great interest in this affair, he ventured again, looking back at
Mr. Ferris.
Yes, that is woman's way, replied the other lightly, without any hint of secret feeling
or curiosity.
Besides, she is an inscrutable girl, always surprising you by her emotions, or by her
lack of them, he added, dismissing the topic with a wave of his hand, which is all
also women's way, remarked Mr. Bird, retiring into a shell from which he had momentarily thrust
his head.
"'Does it not strike you that there are rather more persons present than are necessary for the
purposes of justice?' asked the lawyer, now coming forward with a look of rather pointed
significance at the youthful stranger.
Mr. Ferris had once spoke up.
mr orcutt said he let me introduce you to mr bird of new york he is a member of the police force and has been rendering me assistance in the case just a germ
a detective repeated the other i and the young man with a critical eye it is a pity sir he observed that your present duties will not allow you to render service to justice in this case of mysterious assault
and with a bow of more kindness than mr bird had reason to look for he went slowly back to his former place near the door that hid the suffering woman from sight however kindly expressed mr bird felt that he had received his dismissal
and was about to withdraw when the coroner who had been absent from their midst for the last few minutes approached them from the foot of the stairs and tapped the detective on the arm
i want you said he mr bird bowed and with a glance toward the district attorney who returned him a nod of approval when quickly out with the coroner
i hear you are a detective observed the latter taking him upstairs into a room which he carefully locked behind them a detective in a case like this is valuable are you willing to assume the duties of your profession and act for justice in this matter
dr treadwell returned the young man instantly conscious of a vague inward shrinking from meddling further into the affair i am not at present master of my proceedings to say nothing of the obedience i owe to my superiors at home
i am just now engaged in assisting mr ferris in the somewhat pressing matter now before the court and do not know whether it would meet with his approval to have me mix up matters in this way
mr ferris is a reasonable man said the coroner if his consent is all that is necessary but it is not sir i must have orders from new york
oh as to that i will telegraph at once but still the young man hesitated lounging in his easy way against the table by which he had taken his stand
dr treadwell he suggested you must have men in this town amply able to manage such matters as this a woman struck in broad daylight and a man already taken up on suspicion tis simple surely intricate measures are not wanted here
so you still think it is a tramp that struck her quothed the coroner a trifle baffled by the other's careless manner i still think it was not the man who sat in court all this morning and held me fascinated by his eye
ah held you fascinated did he repeated the other a trifle suspiciously while that is mr bird aloud with the least perceptible loss of his easy-bearing
he made me look at him more than once a wondering eye always attracts me and his wondered constantly and you are sure he was in the court every minute of the morning
there must be other witnesses who can testify to that answered the detective with a perceptible irritation of one weary of a subject which he feels he has already amply discussed
well declared the other dropping his eyes from the young man's countenance to a sheet of paper he was holding in his hand whatever role this humpback has played in the tragedy now occupying us
whether he be a wizard a secret accomplice a fool who cannot keep his own secret or a traitor who cannot preserve that of his tools
this affair as you call it is not likely to prove the simple matter you seem to consider it the victim if not her townsfolk knew she possessed an enemy and this half-finished letter which i have found on her table
raises the question of whether a common tramp with no motive but that of theft or brutal revenge was the one to meditate that fatal blow even if he were the one to deal it
a perceptible light flickered into the eyes of mr bird and he glanced with a new but unmistakable interest at the letter though he failed to put out his hand for it even though the coroner held it toward him
thank you he said but if i do not take the case it would be better for me not to meddle any further with it but you are going to take it insisted the other with temper
his anxiety to secure this man's services increasing with the opposition he so unaccountably received the officers at the detective bureau in new york are not going to send another man up here when there is already one on the spot
and a man from new york i am determined to have a crime like this shall not go unpunished in this town whatever it may do in a great city like yours
we don't have so many murder cases that we need to stint ourselves in the luxury of professional assistance but protested the young man still determined to hold back whatever arguments might be employed or inducements offered him
how do you know i am the man for your work we have many sorts and kinds of detectives in our bureau some for one kind of business some for another the following up of a criminal is not mine
what then is yours asked the coroner not yielding a jot of his determination the detective was silent read the letter persisted dr treadwell shrewdly conscious that if once the young man's professional instinct was silent-he was silent
read the letter persisted dr treadwell shrewdly conscious that if once the young man's professional instinct was aroused all the puerial objections which influenced him would immediately vanish
there was no resisting that air of command taking the letter in his hand the young man read dear emily i don't know why i sit down the right to you to-day i have plenty to do and mourning is no time for indulging in sentimentalities
but i feel strangely lonely and strangely anxious nothing goes just to my mind and somehow the many causes for secret fear which i have always had assume an undue prominence in my mind
it is always so when i am not quite well in vain i reason with myself saying that respectable people do not lightly enter into crime but there are so many to whom my death would be more than welcome
that I constantly see myself in the act of being.
Struck, shot, murdered, suggested Dr. Treadwell,
perceiving the young man's eyes lingering over the broken sentence.
The words are not there, rebonded straight at Mr. Bird,
but the tone of his voice showed that his professional complacency
had been disturbed at last.
The other did not answer, but waited with the wisdom
of the trapper, who sees the quarry nosing around the toils.
There is evidently some family mystery, the young man continued,
glancing again at the letter, but he remarked,
Mr. Orcutt is a good friend of hers, and can probably tell us what it all means.
Very likely, the other admitted, if we choose to ask him.
Quick as lightning, the young man's glance flashed to the coroner's face.
you would rather not put the question to him he inquired no as he is the lawyer who in all probability will be employed by the criminal in this case i am sure he would rather not be mixed up in any preliminary investigation of the affair
the young man's eyes did not waver he appeared to take a secret resolve has it not struck you he insinuated that mr orcott might have other reasons for not wishing to give any expression of opinion in regard to it
the surprise in the corner's eye was his best answer no he rejoined mr bird at once resumed all his old nonchalance
the young lady who was here appeared to show such agitated interest in this horrible crime i thought that in kindness to her he might wish to keep out of the affair as much as possible miss dare bless your heart she would not restrict him in any way
her interest in the matter is purely one of curiosity it has been carried perhaps to a somewhat unusual length for a woman in her position and breeding but that is all i assure you miss stair's eccentricities are well known in this town
then the diamond ring was really hers mr baird was about to inquire but stopped something in his memory of this beautiful woman made it impossible for him to disturb the confidence of this beautiful woman made it impossible for him to disturb the confidence of his own.
of the coroner in her behalf, at least, while his own doubts were so vague and shadowy.
The coroner, however, observed the young detective's hesitation and smiled.
Are you thinking of Miss Dare as having anything to do with this shocking affair, he asked?
Mr. Bird shook his head, but he could not hide the flush that stole up over his forehead.
The coroner actually laughed, a low soft,
dechorus laugh but none the less one of decided amusement your line is not in the direction of spotting criminals i must allow said he why miss dare is not only as irreproachable a young lady as we have in this town
but she is a perfect stranger to this woman and all her concerns i doubt if she even knew her name until to-day the laugh is often more potent than an argument
the face of the detective lighted up and he looked very manly and very handsome as he returned the letter to the coroner saying with a sweep of his hand as if he tossed an unworthy doubt away forever
well i do not wish to appear obstinate if this woman dies and the inquest fails to reveal who her assailant is i will apply to new york for leave to work up the case that is if you continue to desire my assistance meanwhile
you will keep your eyes open intimated the coroner taking back the letter and putting it carefully away in his breast pocket and now mum
mr bird bowed and they went together down the stairs it was by this time made certain that the dying woman was destined to linger on for some hours
she was completely unconscious and her breath barely lifted the clothes that lay over the slowly laboring breast but such vitality as there was held its own with scarcely perceptible change and the doctor thought it must
might be midnight before the solemn struggle would end.
In the meantime expect nothing, he exclaimed.
She has said her last word.
What remains will be a mere sinking into the eternal sleep.
This being so, Mr. Orcutt and Mr. Ferris decided to leave.
Mr. Bird saw them safely out
and proceeded to take one or two private observations of his own.
They consisted mostly in noting
the precise position of the various doors in reference to the hearth where the stick was picked up and the clock where the victim was attacked.
Or so the coroner gathered from the direction which Mr. Bird's eyes took in his travels over the scene of action,
and the diagram which he hastily drew on the back of an envelope.
The table was noticed, too, and an inventory of its articles taken, after which
he opened the side door and looked carefully out into the lane.
To observe him now with his quit eye flashing from spot to spot,
his head lifted and a visible air of determination infused through his whole bearing,
he would scarcely recognize the easy, graceful, indolent youth, who,
but a little while before, lounged against the tables and chairs
and met the most penetrating eye with the sleepy gaze of a totally uninterested man.
Dr. Treadwell, alert to the change, tapped the letter in his pocket complacently.
I have roused up a weasel, he mentally decided, and congratulated himself accordingly.
It was two o'clock when Mr. Bird went forth to join Mr. Ferris in the courtroom.
As he stepped from the door, he encountered.
to all appearance just the same crowd that had encumbered its entrance a half-hour before.
Even the old Crone had not moved from her former position,
and seeing him fairly pounced upon him with question after question,
all of which he buried, with a nonchalant dexterity
that drew shout after shout from those who stood by,
and finally, as he thought, won him the victory for,
with an angry shake of the head, she ceased her importunities, and presently let him pass.
He hastened to improve the chance to gain for himself the refuge of the streets,
and having done this stood for an instant parleying with a trembling young girl,
whose real distress and anxiety seemed to merit some attention.
Fatal delay.
In that instant the old woman had gone.
got in front of him, and when he arrived at the head of the street, he found her there.
Now, she said, with full-blown triumph in her veheminate eyes,
perhaps you will tell me something.
You think I am a mumbling old woman, who don't know what she is bothering herself about,
but I tell you, I've not kept my eyes and ears open for seventy-five years in this wicked world
without knowing a bit of the devil's own work when I see it.
Here her face grew quite hideous, and her eyes gleamed with an aspect of gloating over the evil she alluded to,
that quite sickened the young man, accustomed, though, he was, to the worst phases of moral depravity.
Leaning forward, she peered inquiringly into his face.
What has she to do with it, she suddenly asked, emphasizing the pronoun with an expressive leer.
She, he repeated.
starting back yes she the pretty young lady the pert and haughty miss dayer that had but to speak to make the whole crowd stand back what had she to do with it i say something where she wouldn't be here
i don't know what you're talking about he replied conscious of a strange and unaccountable dismay at thus hearing his own passing doubt put into words by this vial and repent
talent being.
Miss there is a stranger.
She has nothing to do, either with his affair,
or the poor woman, who has suffered by it.
Her interest is purely one of sympathy.
I, and you call yourself a smart one, I dare say,
and the old creature ironically chuckled.
Well, well, well, what fools men are?
They see a pretty face, and blind themselves to what is written on it,
as plain as black writing on a white wall they call it sympathy and never stopped to ask why she of all the soft-hearted gals in this town should be the only one to burst into that house like an avenging spirit
but it's all right she went on in a bitterly satirical tone a crime like this can't be covered up however much you may try and sooner or later we will know whether this young lady
has had anything to do with miss clemens murder or not stop cried mr bird struck in spite of himself by the look of meaning with which she said these last words
do you know anything against miss dare which other folks do not if you do speak and let me hear at once what it is but he felt very angry though he could not for the moment tell why
if you are only talking to gratify your spite and have nothing to tell me except the fact that miss dare appeared shocked and anxious when she came from the widow's house just now look out for what use you make of her name
or you will get yourself into trouble.
Mr. Orcutt and Mr. Ferris are not men to let you go babbling round town
about a young lady of estimable character,
and he tightened the grip he had taken upon her arm
as he looked at her threateningly.
The effect was instantaneous.
Slipping from his grasp, she gazed at him
with a sinister expression and edged slowly away.
i know anything she repeated what should i know i only say the young lady's face tells a very strange story if you were too dull or too obstinate to read it it is nothing to me
and with another leer and a quick look up and down the street as if she half feared to encounter one or both of the two lawyers whose names had been mentioned she marched quickly away wagging her head and looking back as she went as much to say
you have hushed me up for this time young man but do not congratulate yourself too much i still have a tongue in my head and the day may come when i can use it without fear
of being stopped by you.
Mr. Bird, who was not very well pleased with himself or the way he had managed this
interview, watched her till she was out of sight, and then turned thoughtfully toward the
courthouse.
The fact was he felt both agitated and confused.
In the first place, he was disconcerted at discovering the extent of the impression
that had evidently been made upon him by the beauty of me.
misdair, since nothing short of a deep unconscious admiration for her personal attributes,
and a strong and secret dread of having his lately acquired confidence in her again disturbed,
could have led him to treat the insinuations of this babbling old wretch in such a cavalier manner.
Any other detective would have seized with avidity upon the opportunity of hearing what she had to say on such a subject,
and would not only have conjoled her into confidence, but encouraged her to talk until she had given utterance to all that was on her mind.
But in the stress of a feeling to which he was not anxious to give a name, he had forgotten that he was a detective,
and remembered only that he was a man, and the consequence was that he had frightened the old creature and cut short words that it was possibly,
his business to hear.
In the second place,
he felt himself in a quandary,
as regarded Miss Dyer.
If, as was more than possible,
she was really the innocent woman,
the coroner considered her,
and the insinuations, if not threats,
to which he had been listening,
were simply the result
of a wicked old woman's privately nurtured hatred,
how could he reconcile it to his duty as a man,
or even as a detective,
to let the day pass without warning her,
or the eminent lawyer who honored her with his regard
of the danger in which she stood
from this creature's venomous tongue.
As he sat in court that afternoon,
with his eye upon Mr. Orcutt,
beneath whose ordinary aspect of quiet, sarcastic attention,
he thought he could detect the secret workings
of a deep personal perplexity,
if not of actual alarm.
He asked himself
what he would wish done
if he were that man,
and a scandal of a debasing character
threatened the piece of one ally
to him by the most endearing ties.
Would I wish to be informed of it, he queried.
I most certainly should,
was his inward reply.
And so it was that,
after the adjournment of court,
he approached Mr. Orcutt,
and leading him respectfully aside said with visible reluctance i beg your pardon sir but a fact has come to my knowledge to-day with which i think you ought to be made acquainted
it is in reference to the young lady who was with us at mrs clemens house this morning did you know sir that she had an enemy in this town mr orcutt whose thoughts had been very much with that young lady since she left him so unceremoniously a few hours before
started and looked at mr bird with surprise which was not without its element of distrust an enemy he repeated an enemy what do you mean
what i say mr orcutt as i came out of mrs clemens house this afternoon an old hag whose name i do not know but whom you will probably have no difficulty in recognizing
seized me by the arm and made me the recipient of insinuations and threats against miss there which however foolish and unfounded betrayed an animosity and a desire to injure her that is worthy of your attention
you are very kind returned mr orcott with increased astonishment and a visible constraint but i do not understand you what insinuations or threats could this woman have to make against a young lady of miss dare's position and character
it is difficult for me to tell you acknowledged mr bird but the vicious old creature presumed to say that miss dare must have had a special and secret interest in this murder or she would not have gone as she did to that house
Of course, pursued the detective, discreetly dropping his eyes from the lawyer's face,
I did what I could to show her the folly of her suspicions,
and tried to make her see the trouble she would bring upon herself
if she persisted in expressing them.
But I fear I only succeeded in quiet in her for the moment,
and that she will soon be attacking others with this foolish story.
Mr. Orcutt, who, whatever his own doubts or apprehensions, could not fail to be totally
unprepared for a communication of this kind, gave utterance to a fierce and bitter exclamation,
and fixed upon the detective his keen and piercing eye.
Tell me just what she said, he demanded.
I will try to do so, returned Mr. Bird, and calling to his aid a very excellent
excellent memory, he gave a verbatim account of the conversation that had passed between him
and the old woman.
Mr. Orcutt listened, as he always did, without interruption or outward demonstration.
But when the recital was over, and Mr. Bird ventured to look at him once more, he noticed
that he was very pale and greatly changed in expression, being himself in a position to understand
and somewhat of the other's emotion, he regained by an effort the air of polite nonchalance
that became him so well, and quickly suggested, Miss Dare will, of course, be able to explain
herself.
The lawyer flashed upon him a quick glance.
I hope you have no doubts on the subject, he said.
Then, as the detective's eye fell a trifle before his, paused and looked at him,
with the self-possession gained in fifteen years of practice in the criminal courts, and said,
I am Miss Dyer's best friend.
I know her well, and can truly say that not only is her character above reproach,
but that I am acquainted with no circumstances that could in any way connect her with his crime.
Nevertheless, the incidents of the day have been such as to make it desirable for her to explain herself,
and this, as you say, she will probably have no difficulty in doing.
If you will, therefore, wait till tomorrow, before taking anyone else into your confidence.
I promise you to see Miss Dare myself, and from her own lips, learn the cause of her
peculiar interest in this affair.
Meanwhile, let me request you to put a curb upon your imagination, and do not allow it to soar
too high in the regions of idle speculation.
And he held out his hand to the detective, with a smile whose vain attempt at unconcern,
affected Mr. Bird more than a violent outbreak would have done.
It betrayed so unmistakably that his own secret doubts were not without an echo in the breast
of this eminent lawyer.
End of Chapter 3.
Section 4 of Hand and Ring by Anna Catherine Green.
This Libravox recording is in the public domain.
Chapter 4. Imogene
You are a riddle, solve you who can.
Knowles.
Mr. Orcutt was a man who, for many years,
had turned a death ear and a cold eye on the various attractions and beguilements of women.
either from natural coldness of disposition or for some other latent cause traceable perhaps to some fact in his past history and not to be inquired into by gossiping neighbors and so-called friends he had resisted even to the point of disdain
both the blandishments of acknowledged bells and the more timid but no less pleasing charms of the shy country misses that he met upon his travels
but one day all this was changed imogene dare entered his home awakening a light in the dim old place that melted his heart and made a man out of what was usually considered a well-ordered machine
she had been a foundling yes this beautiful disdainful almost commanding woman had in the beginning been that most unfortunate of beings a child without a name
but though this fact may have influenced the course of her early days it gradually disappeared from notice as she grew up and developed till in sylby at least it became well-nigh of fact forgotten
her beauty as well as the imposing traits of her character was the cause there are some persons so gifted with natural force that once brought into contact with them you forget their antecedents and indeed everything but themselves
either their beauty overauls you or they by conversation or bearing so completely satisfy you of their right to your respect that indifference takes the place of curiosity and you yield your regard as if you have already yielded your admiration
without question and without stint the early years of her life were passed in the house of a poor widow to whom the appearance of this child on her doorstep one fine day had been nothing more nor less than a veritable god-send
first because she was herself alone in the world and needed the mingled companionship and care which little one invariably gives and secondly because imogene
from the very first had been a noticeable child who early attracted the attention of the neighbors and led to many the substantial evidence of favor from them as well as from the strangers who passed their gate or frequented their church
insensible to herself and without help of circumstance or rearing the girl was a magnet to which all good things insensibly tended
and the widow saw this and while reaping the reward stinted neither her affection nor her gratitude when imogene was eleven this protector of her infancy died
but another home instantly offered a wealthy couple of much kindness if little culture adopted her as their child and gave her every benefit in life save education this never having possessed themselves
they openly undervalued but she was not to be kept down by the force of any circumstances whether favorable or otherwise
all the graces of manner and refinements of thought which properly belonged to the station she had now attained but which in the long struggle after wealth had escaped the honest couple that befriended her became by degree her own
tempering without destroying her individuality any more than the new life of restraint that now governed her physical powers was able to weaken her subdue that rare and splendid physique which had been her fairest birthright
in the lamp of luxury therefore and in full possession of means to come and go and conform herself to the genteel world and its fashion she passed the next four years
but scarcely had she obtained the age of fifteen, when bankruptcy, followed by death, again
robbed her of a home, and set her once more adrift upon the world.
This time she looked to no one for assistance, refusing all offers, many of them those of
honorable marriage, she sought for work, and after a short delay found it in the household
of Mr. Orcutt.
the aged sister who governed his home and attended to all its domestic details hired her as a sort of assistant rightly judging that the able young body and the alert hand would bring into the household economy
just that life and interest which her own failing strength had now for some time refused to supply that the girl was a beauty and something more who could not from the nature of things be kept in that subordinate position
she either failed to see or seeing was pleased to disregard she never sought to impose restraint upon the girl any more than she did upon her brother
when in the course of events she saw that his eye was at least attracted and his imagination fired by the noble specimen of girlhood that made its daily appearance at his own board
that she had introduced a dangerous element into that quiet home that ere long would devastate its sacred precincts and in danger if not destroy its safety and honor she had no reason to suspect
what was there in youth beauty and womanly power that one should shrink from their embodiment and tremble as if an evil instead of a good had entered that hitherto undisturbed household
nothing if they had been at all but alas for her and alas for him they were not all mixed with the youth beauty and power was something else not to be so readily understood
a something too which without offering explanation to the fascinated mind had studied her made the beauty unique the youth a charm and the power a controlling force
She was not to be sounded, going and coming, smiling and frowning, in movement or at rest,
she was always a mystery.
The depths of her being remained still in hiding.
However calmly she spoke, or however graciously she turned upon you, the light of her deep gray eyes.
Mr. Orcutt loved her.
From the first vision he had of her face and form, dominating according to their nature,
at his board and fireside.
He had given up his will into her unconscious keeping.
She was so precisely what all other women he had known were not.
At first so distant, so self-contained,
so unapproachable in her pride,
that has her passion grew for books,
so teachable, so industrious,
so willing to listen to his explanations and arguments,
and lastly.
But that did not come at once.
A long struggle took place between those hours when he used to encourage her to come into his study and sit at his side and read from his books, and the more dangerous time still, when he followed her into the drawing-room and sat at her side and sought to read not from books but from her eyes the story of his own future fate.
For powerful, as was his passion, and deeply as his heart had been touched, he did not
yield to the thought of marriage with such a passion involved, without a conflict.
He would make her his child, the heiress of his wealth, and the support of his old age.
This was his first resolve, but it did not last.
The first sight he had had of her, on return from a visit to Buffalo,
which he had insisted upon her making during the time of his greatest mental conflict had assured him that this could never be that he must be husband and she wife or else their relations must entirely cease
perhaps the look in which she met him had something to do with this it was such a blushing humble yes for her really humble and beautiful look he could not withstand it
though no one could have detected it in his manner he had really succumbed in that hour doubt and hesitation flew to the winds and the maker his own became the sole aim and object of his life
he did not however betray his purpose at once neighbors and friends might and did suspect the state of his feelings but to her he was silent that vague something which marked her off from the rest of her sex
seemed to have deepened in her temporary sojourn from his side,
and whatever it meant of good or of ill
taught him at least to be wary.
At last, was it with premeditation,
or was it in some moment of uncontrollable impulse?
He spoke, not with definite pleading,
or even with any very clear intimation,
that he desired some day to make her his wife,
but in a way that suffice to tear the veil,
from their previous intercourse, and let her catch a glimpse, if no more, of his heart and
its devouring passion.
He was absolutely startled at the result.
She avowed that she had never thought of his possessing such a regard for her, and for two
days shut herself up in her room, and refused to see either him or his sister.
Then she came down, blooming like a rose, but more distant, more quiet, and, and,
and more inscrutable than ever.
Pride, if pride she felt, was subdued under a general aspect of womanly dignity,
that for a time held all further avowals and check,
and made all intercourse between them at once potent in its attraction and painful
in its restraint.
She is waiting for a distinct offer of marriage, he decided,
and thus matters stood, notwithstanding the general.
general opinion of their friends, when the terrible event recorded in the foregoing chapters
of this story, brought her into a new light before his eyes, and raised a question, shocking,
as it was unexpected, as to whether this young girl, amured, as he had believed her to be
in his own home, had by some unknown and inexplicable means, run upon the secret, involving,
if not explaining the mystery of this dreadful and daring crime.
Such an idea was certainly a preposterous one to entertain.
He neither could nor would believe she knew any more of this matter
than any other disinterested person in town.
And yet there had certainly been something in her bearing
upon the scene of tragedy that suggested a personal interest in the affair,
nor could he deny that he himself had been struck by the incongruity of her behavior,
long before it attracted the attention of others.
But then he had opportunities for judging of her conduct which others did not have.
He not only had every reason to believe that the ring to which she had so publicly laid claim
was not her own.
But he had observed how, at the moment, the dying woman, had made her
that tell-tale exclamation of, ring, and hand, Miss Dare, had looked down at the jewel
she had thus appropriated, with a quick horror and alarm, that seemed to denote she had some
knowledge of its owner, or some suspicion at least, as to whose hand had worn it before
she placed it upon her own. It was not, therefore, a matter of wonder, that he was visibly
affected, and finding her conduct, had attracted the attention of others, and one of those,
a detective, or that to walk home after his interview with Mr. Bird, should have been fraught
with a dread, to which he scarcely dared to give a name. The sight of Miss Dare
coming down the path, as he reached his own gate, did not tend to greatly ally his apprehensions.
Particularly, as he observed, she was dressed in a traveling costume,
and carried a small satchel on her arm.
Imagini cried as she reached him,
What is the meaning of this?
Where are you going?
Her face, which wore a wholly unnatural
and strained expression,
turned slowly toward his.
I'm going to Buffalo, she said.
To Buffalo?
Yes.
This was alarming, surely.
She was going to leave the town,
leave it suddenly,
without excuse or explanation.
Looking at her with eyes which, for all their intense inquiry,
conveyed but little of the serious emotions
that were agitating as mine, he asked hurriedly,
What takes you to Buffalo today so suddenly?
Her answer was set and mechanical.
I have had news.
One of my friends is not well.
I must go.
Do not detain me.
and she moved quickly toward the gate.
But his tremulous hand was upon it,
and he made no offer to open a passage for her.
Pardon me, said he,
but I cannot let you go,
till I have had some conversation with you.
Come with me to the house, Imogene.
I will not detain you long.
But with a sad and abstracted gesture,
she slowly shook her head.
It is too late, she murmured,
I shall miss the train if I stop now.
Then you must miss it, he cried bitterly,
forgetting everything else in the torture of his uncertainty.
What I have to say cannot wait, come.
This tone of command from one,
who had hitherto adapted himself to her every whim,
seemed to strike her.
Pailing quickly, she for the first time looked at him
with something like a comprehension of his feelings.
and quietly replied,
"'Forgive me, I had forgotten for the moment,
the extent of your claims upon me.
I will wait till to-morrow before going,'
and she led the way back to the house.
When they were alone together in the library,
he turned toward her with a look
whose severity was the fruit of his condition of mind,
rather than of any natural harshness or imperiousness.
now imogene he said tell me why you desire to leave my house her face which had assumed the mask of cold and passiveness confronted him like that of a statue but her voice when she spoke was sufficiently gentle
mr orcott was her answer i have told you i have a call elsewhere which must be attended to i do not leave your house i merely go to buffalo for a few days
but he could not believe the short statement of her intentions in the light of these new fears of his this talk of buffalo and a call there looked to him like the merest subterfuge
yet her gentle tone was not without its effect and his voice visibly softened as he said you are intending then to return her reply was prefaced by a glance of amazement of course she responded at last
"'Is not this my home?'
"'Something in the way,' she said,
"'this carried a ray of hope to his heart.
"'Taking her hand in his,
"'he looked at her long and searchingly.
"'Imaging,' he exclaimed,
"'there is something serious, weighing upon your heart.
"'What is it?
"'Will you not make me the confident of your troubles?
"'Tell me what has made such a change in you since,
"'since noon and its dreadful event.'
but her expression did not soften and her manner became even more reserved than before i have not anything to tell said she not anything he repeated not anything
dropping her hand he communed a moment with himself that a secret of possible consequence lay between them he could not doubt that he had reference to and involved the crime of this morning he was equally sure
but how was he to make her acknowledge it how was he to reach her mind and determine its secrets without alarming her dignity or wounding her heart
to press her with questions seemed impossible even if he could have found words with which to formulate his fears her firm set face and steady unrelenting eyes assured him only too plainly that the attempt would be met by failure
if it did not bring upon him her scorn and contempt no some other method must be found some way that would completely and at once ease his mind of a terrible weight
and yet involved no risk to the love that had now become the greatest necessity of his existence but what way with all his acumen and knowledge of the world he could not think of but one he would ask her hand in marriage and marriage
eye at this very moment, and from the tenor of her reply, judge of the nature of her thoughts.
For looking into her face, he felt forced to acknowledge that whatever doubts he had ever
cherished in reference to the character of this remarkable girl, upon one point he was perfectly
clear, and this was that she was at basis honorable in her instincts, and would never do herself
or another a real injustice.
If a distinct wrong, or even a secret of an unhappy, or debasing nature lay between them,
he knew that nothing, not even the bitterest necessity or the most headlong passion,
would ever drive her into committing the dishonor of marrying him.
No, if with his declaration in her ears and with his eyes fixed upon hers,
she should give any token of her willingness to accept his addresses.
He felt he might know, beyond doubt or cavall,
that whatever womanish excitability may have moved her in her demonstrations that day,
they certainly arose from no private knowledge or suspicion detrimental to his future peace or to hers.
Bracing himself, therefore, to meet any result that might follow his attempt,
He drew her gently toward him, and determinedly addressed her.
Imaging, I told you at the gate that I had something to say to you, so I have,
and though it might not be wholly unexpected to you, yet I doubt if it would have left my lips
to-night if the events of the day had not urged me to offer you my sympathy and protection.
He paused, almost sickened, at that last phrase, she had grown so too.
terribly white and breathless.
But something in her manner, notwithstanding, seemed to encourage him to proceed, and smothering
his doubts, trampling, as it were, upon his rising apprehensions, he calmed down his
tone and went quietly on.
Imogene, I love you.
She did not shrink.
Imogene, I want you for my wife.
Will you listen to my prayer, and make my home forever happy with your presence?
Ah, now she showed feeling.
Now she started and drew back,
putting out her hands as if the idea he had advanced
was insupportable to her.
But it was only for a moment.
Before he could say to himself that it was all over,
that his worst fears had been true,
and that nothing but the sense of some impassable gulf between them,
could have made her recoil from him like this.
She had dropped her hands and turned toward him with a look whose deep inquiry, an evident
struggle after an understanding of his claims, spoke of a mind clouded by trouble, but not alienated
from himself by fear.
She did not speak, however, not for some few minutes, and when she did, her words came
in short and hurried gasps.
You are kind, was what she said.
To be your wife.
She had difficulty in uttering the word, but it came at last.
Would be an honor and a protection.
I appreciate both.
But I am in no mood tonight to listen to words of love from any man.
Perhaps six months hence.
But he already had her in his arms.
The joy and relief he felt were so great he could not control himself.
himself. Emogene, he muttered, my Emmogene, and scarcely heeded her, when, in a burst of subdued agony,
she asked to be released, saying that she was ill and tired, and must be allowed to withdraw to her room.
But a second appeal woke him from his dream. If his worst fears were without foundation,
if her mind was pure of aught that unfitted her to be his wife, there was yet much that was
mysterious in her conduct, and consequently much which she longed to have explained.
Emma Jeannie said, I must ask you to remain a moment longer. Hard as it is for me to distress you,
there is a question which I feel necessary to put to you before you go. It is in reference
to the fearful crime which took place today. Why did you take such an interest in it,
and why has it had such an effect on you that you look like a changed woman to-night disengaging herself from his arms she looked at him with the set composure of one driven to bay and asked
is there anything strange in my being interested in a murder perpetrated on a person whose name i have frequently heard mentioned in this house no he murmured no but what led you to her home
it was not a spot for a young lady to be in and any other woman would have shrunk from so immediate a contact with crime imogene's hands was on the door but she turned back
i'm not like other woman she declared when i hear of anything strange or mysterious i want to understand it i did not stop to ask what people would think of my conduct
but your grief and terror imogene they are real and not to be disguised look in the glass over there you will see yourself what an effect all this has had upon you if mrs clements is a stranger to you if you know no more of her
then you have always led me to suppose why should you have been so unnaturally impressed by to-day's tragedy it was a searching question and her eye fell slightly but her steady demeanor did not fail her
still she said because i am not like other women i can not forget such horrors in a moment and she advanced again to the door upon which she laid her hand
unconsciously his eyes followed the movement and rested somewhat inquiringly upon that hand it was gloved but to all appearance was without the ring which she had seen her put on at the widow's house
but she seemed to comprehend his look meeting his eye with unshaken firmness she resumed in a low and constrained voice you are wondering about the ring that formed the portion of the scene
we are discussing.
Mr. Orcutt, I told the gentleman who handed it to me today that it was mine.
That should be enough for the man who professes sufficient confidence in me
to wish to make me his wife.
But since your looks, confess the curiosity, in regard to this diamond,
I will say that I was, as much astonished as anybody,
to see it picked up from the floor at my feet.
The last time I had seen it was when I dropped it, somewhat recklessly, into a pocket.
How or when it fell out, I cannot say.
As for the ring itself, she haughtily added,
young ladies frequently possess articles of whose existence their friends are unconscious.
Here was an attempt at an explanation which, though meager and far from satisfactory,
at least a basis in possibility.
But Mr. Orcutt, as I have before said, was certain that the ring
was lying on the floor of the room where it was picked up
before Emojean had made her appearance there,
and was therefore struck with dismay at this conclusive evidence of her falsehood.
Yet, as he said to himself, she might have some association with the ring,
might even have an owner's claim upon it.
incredible as this appeared without being in the possession of such knowledge has definitely connected it with this crime and led by this hope he laid his hand on hers as it was softly turning the knob of the door and said with emotion
emmaging one moment this is a subject which i am as anxious to drop as you are in your condition it is almost cruelty to urge it upon you
but of one thing i must be assured before you leave my presence and that is that whatever secrets you may hide in your soul or whatever motive may have governed your treatment of me and my suit to-night they do not spring from any real or supposed interest in this crime
which ought from its nature to separate you and me i ask he quickly added as he saw her give a start of injured pride or irrepressible dismay
not because i have any doubts on the subject myself but because some of the persons who have unfortunately been witness to your strange and excited conduct to-day
have presumed the hint that nothing short of secret knowledge of the crime or criminal could explain your action upon the scene of tragedy and with the look which if she had observed it might have roused her to a sense of the critical position in which she stood
he paused and held his breath for her reply it did not come imogene i hear cold and hard the word sounded his hand went like lightning to his heart
are you going to answer he asked at last yes what is that answer to be yes or no she had turned upon him her large gray eyes
there was a misery in their depths but there was a haughtiness also which only truth could impart my answer is no she said
and without another word she glided from the room next morning mr bird found three notes awaiting his perusal the first was a notification from the coroner to the effect that widow clemens had quietly breathed her last at midnight
the second a hurried line for mr ferris advising him to make use of the day in concluding a certain matter of theirs in the next town and the third a letter from mr orcut couched in the following terms
mr bird dear sir i have seen the person named between us and i hear state upon my honour that she is in possession of no facts which it concerns the authorities to know
tremont b orcutt end of chapter four section five of hand and ring by anna catherine green this lebravox recording is in the public domain chapter five horace bird
but now i'm cabin cribbed confined bound into saucy doubts and fears macbeth
horace bird was by birth in education a gentleman he was a son of a man of small means but great expectations and he had been reared to look forward to the day when he should be the possessor of a large income
but his father dying both means and expectations vanished into thin air and at the age of twenty young horace found himself thrown upon the world without income without business and
what was still worse without those habits of industry that serve a man in such an emergency better than friends and often better than money itself he also had an invalid mother to look after and two young sisters whom he loved with warm and devoted affection
and though by the kindness and forethought of certain relatives he was for a time spared all anxiety on their account he soon found that some exertion on his part would be necessary to their continued substants
and accordingly set about the task of finding suitable employment with much spirit and no little hope but a long series of disappointments taught him that young men cannot leap at a bound into a fine salary or even a promising situation
and baffled in every wish worn out with continued failures he sank from one state of hope to another till he was ready to embrace any prospect that would ensure ease and comfort to the helpless beings he so much loved
it was while he was in this condition that mr gryce a somewhat famous police detective of new york came upon him and observing as he thought some signs of natural aptitude for fine work as he called it
in this elegant but decidedly hard-pushed young gentleman seized upon him with an avidity that can only be explained by this detective's long-cherished desire to ally himself to a man of real refinement and breeding
having as he privately admitted more than once to certain chosen friends a strong need of such a person to assist him in certain cases where great houses were to be entered and find you.
gentlemen, if not fair ladies, subjected to interviews of a delicate and searching nature.
To join the police force and be a detective was the last contingency that had occurred to Horace
Byrd, but men in decidedly straightened circumstances cannot pick and choose too nicely,
and after a week of uncertainty and fresh disappointment, he went manfully to his mother
and told her of the offer that had been made him.
With less discouragement than he had expected from the broken down and unhappy woman, he
gave himself up to the guiding hand of Mr. Grice, and before he realized it, was enrolled among
the secret members of the New York force.
He was not recognized publicly as a detective.
His name was not even known to any but the highest officials.
He was employed for special purposes, and it was not considered desirable that he should
be seen at police headquarters. But being a man of much ability and of a solid, reliable nature,
he made his way notwithstanding, and by the time he had been in the service a year, was looked upon
as a good fellow and a truly valuable acquisition to the Bureau. Indeed, he possessed more
than the usual qualifications for his calling. Strange had the fact appeared, not only to himself,
but to the few friends acquainted with his secret.
in the first place he possessed much of cuteness without betraying it of an easy bearing and a polished address he was a man to please all and alarm none
yet he always knew what he was about and what you were about too unless indeed you possessed a power of dissimulation much beyond ordinary when the chances were that his gentlemanly instincts would get in his way
making it impossible for him to believe in a guilt that was too hearty to betray itself and too insensible to shame to blush before the touch of the inquisitor
in the second place he liked the business notwithstanding the theories of that social code to which he had once paid deference notwithstanding the frankness and candor of his own disposition
he found in this pursuit a nice adjustment of cause to effect and effect to cause that at once pleased and satisfied his naturally mathematical mind he did not acknowledge the fact not even to himself on the contrary to his own
he was always threatening that in another month he should look up some new means of livelihood,
but the coming month would invariably bring a fresh case before his notice, and then it would be,
while after this matter is probed, to the bottom, or, when that criminal is made to confess his guilt,
till even his little sisters caught the infection and would whisper over their dolls,
Brother Horace is going to be a great man
when all the bad and naughty people in the world
are put in prison.
As a rule, Mr. Bird was not sent out of town.
But on the occasion of Mr. Ferris,
desiring a man, of singular discretion
to a system in certain inquiries,
connected with the case then on trial in Sylby,
there happened to be a deficiency of capable men in the bureau,
and the superintendent was obliged
to respond to the call by sending Mr. Burr.
He did not do it, however, without making the proviso that all public recognition of this officer in his real capacity was to be avoided, and so far the wishes of his superiors had been respected.
No one outside the few persons mentioned in the first chapter of this story suspected that the easy, affable, and somewhat distinguished-looking young gentleman, who honored the village hotel with his patronage, was a secret emissary.
of the New York police.
Mr. Berg was, of all men, then,
the very one to feel the utmost attraction toward,
and at the same time the greatest shrinking from,
the pursuit of such investigations
as were likely to ensue upon the discovery
of the mysterious case of murder
which had so unexpectedly been presented to his notice.
As a professional, he could not fail to experience
that quick start of the blood,
which always follows the recognition of a big affair,
while as a gentleman he felt himself recoil
from probing into a matter that was blackened
by a possibility against which every instinct in his nature rebelled.
It was therefore, with oddly mingled sensations,
that he read Mr. Orcutt's letter
and found himself compelled to admit
that the coroner had possessed a truer insight than himself
into the true cause of Misterre's eccentric conduct upon the scene of the tragedy.
His main feeling, however, was one of relief.
It was such a comfort to think that he could proceed in the case
without the dread of stumbling upon a clue that, in some secret and unforeseen way,
should connect this imposing woman with a revolting crime, or so he fondly considered.
But he had not spent five minutes at the railroad station,
when in pursuance to the commands of Mr. Ferris,
he went to take the train to Montief
before he saw reason again to change his mind.
For there among the passengers awaiting to New York Express,
he saw Miss Deyer with a traveling bag upon her arm,
and a look on her face that, to say the least,
was of most uncommon character in a scene of so much bustle and hurry.
She was going away, then, going to leave Sylby,
and its mystery behind her he was not pleased with the discovery this sudden departure looked too much like escape and gave him notwithstanding the assurance he had received from mr orcutt an uneasy sense of having tempered with his duty as an officer of justice
in thus providing this mysterious young woman with a warning that could lead to a result like this yet as he stood at the depot serfay and miss dare in the few minutes they both had to wait he asked himself over and over again
how any thought of her possessing a personal interest in the crime which had just taken place could retain a harbor in his mind she looked so noble in her quiet aspect of solemn determination
so superior in her young fresh beauty a determination that from the lofty look had imparted must have its birth in generous emotion even if her beauty was but the result of a rarely modelled frame and a health of surpassing perfection
he resolved he would think of her no more in that or any other connection that he would follow the example of her best friend and give his doubts to the wind
and yet such a burr is suspicion that he no sooner saw a young man approaching her with the evident intention of speaking than he felt an irresistible desire to hear what she would have to say
and led by this impulse allowed himself to saunter nearer and nearer the pair till he stood almost at their backs the first words he heard were how long do you expect to remain in buffalo miss dare
to which she replied i have no idea whether i shall stay a week or a month then the whistle of the advancing train was heard and the two pressed hurriedly forward
the business which had taken mr burr to monteth kept them in that small town all day but though he missed the opportunity of attending the opening of the inquest at sylby he did not experience the vivid disappointment which might have been expected his interest in that matter
having in some unaccountable way subsided from the moment he saw emmogene dare take the cars for buffalo it was five o'clock when he again returned to sylvie the hour at which the western train was also due
in fact it came steaming in while he stood there and as was natural perhaps he paused a moment to watch the passengers alight there were not many and he was about to turn toward home
when he saw a lady step upon the platform whose appearance was so familiar that he stopped disbelieving the evidence of his own senses miss dare returned miss dare who but a few hours before had left his very depot
for the purpose as she said of making a visit of more or less length in the distant city of buffalo it could not be and yet there was no mistaking her disguised though she was by the heavy veil
that covered her features she had come back and the interest which mr bird had lost in sylby and its possible mystery revived with a suddenness that called up a self-conscious blush to his hearty cheek
But why had she so changed her plans?
What could have occurred during the few hours that had elapsed since her departure,
to turn her about on her path and drive her homeward before her journey was half completed?
He could not imagine.
True, it was not his present business to do so.
And yet, however, much endeavored to think of other things,
he found this question occupying his whole mind long after his return to the village hotel.
She was such a mystery, this woman.
It might easily be that she had never intended to go to Buffalo,
that she had only spoken of that place as the point of her destination
under the stress of her companions and portunities,
and that the real place for which she was bound
had been some spot very much nearer home.
The fact that her baggage had consisted only of a small bag that she carried on her arm
would lend probability to this idea.
Yet such was the generous character of the young detective.
He hesitated to give credit to this suspicion,
and indeed took every pains to disabuse himself
of it by inquiring of the ticket agent
whether it was true, as he had heard,
that Miss Derr had left town on that day
for a visit to her friends in Buffalo.
He received, for his reply,
that she had bought a ticket for that place,
though she evidently had not used it, a fact which seemed at least to prove she was honest
in the expression of her intentions that morning.
Whatever alteration may have taken place in her plans during the course of her journey.
Mr. Bird did not enjoy his supper that night and was heartily glad when in a few moments
after its completion Mr. Ferris came in for a chat and a cigar.
They had many things to discuss.
First their own case was now drawing to a successful close.
Next, the murder of the day before, and lastly, a few facts which had been elicited in
regard to that murder.
In the inquiry, which had that day been begun before the coroner.
Of the latter, Mr. Ferris spoke with much interest.
He had attended the inquest himself, and though he had not much to communicate, the time
having been mainly taken up in selecting and swearing in a jury, a few witnesses had been
examined, and certain conclusions reached, which certainly added greatly to the impression
already made upon the public mind, that an affair of great importance had arisen, an affair
too, promising, more in the way of mystery than the simple nature of its earlier manifestations
gave them reason to suppose. In the first place, the widow had evidently,
been assaulted with a deliberate purpose and a serious intent to slay.
Secondly, no immediate testimony was forthcoming,
calculated the point with unerring certainty to the guilty party.
To be sure, the tramp and the hunchback still offered possibilities of suspicion.
But even they were slight, the former haven't been seen to leave the widow's house
without entering, and the latter, having been proved beyond a moment.
a question, to have come into town on the morning train, and to have gone at once to court,
where he remained, till the time they all saw him disappear down the street.
That the last-mentioned individual may have had some guilty knowledge of the crime was
possible enough. The fact of his having wiped himself out so completely as to all search
was suspicious in itself. But if he was connected with the assault, it must have been simply
has an accomplice, employed to distract public attention from the real criminal, and in a case
like this, the interest naturally centers with the actual perpetrator.
And the question was now and must be, who was the man who, in broad daylight, dared to enter
a house situated like this in a thickly populated street, and kill with a blow, an inoffensive
woman.
I cannot imagine, declared Mr. Ferris, has his communication reached this point?
It looks as if she had an enemy, but what enemy could such a person as she possess?
A woman who always did her own work, attended to her own affairs, and made it in a special
rule of her life, never to meddle with those of anybody else.
Was she such a woman, inquired Mr. Bird, to whom as yet no need.
knowledge had come of the widow's life, habits, or character.
Yes, in all the years I've been in this town, I have never heard of her visiting anyone
or encouraging anyone to visit her. Had it not been for Mr. Orcaut, she would have lived the
life of a recluse, as it was. She was the most methodical person in her ways that I ever knew.
At just such an hour she rose. At just such an hour, put on her kettle, cooked her meal,
washed her dishes, sat herself down to her sewing, for whatever work it was she had to do.
The dinner was the only meal that waited, and that, Mr. Orcutt says, was always ready and done to a turn
at whatever moment he chose to present himself.
Had she no intimates, no relatives, asked Mr. Bird, remembering that fragment of a letter he had read,
a letter which certainly contradicted this assertion in regard to her even and quoth.
quiet life. None that I'm aware of was the response. Wait, I believe I have been told. She has a
nephew somewhere, a sister's son, for whom she had some regard, and to whom she intended to leave her
money. She had money, then? Some five thousand, maybe. Reports differ about such matters.
And this nephew, where does he live? I cannot tell you. I don't know as anyone can. My
remembrances in regard to him are of the vaguest character.
$5,000 is regarded as no mean sum in a town like this,
quote Mr. Bird, carelessly.
I know it.
She is called quite rich by many.
How she got her money no one knows.
For when she first came here, she was so poor she had to eat and sleep all in one room.
Mr. Orcup paid her something for his daily dinner, of course.
but that could not have enabled her to put ten dollars in the bank as she has done every week for the last ten years and to all appearances she has done nothing else for her living you see we have paid attention to her affairs if she has paid none to ours
mr bird again remembered that scrap of letter which had been shown him by the coroner and thought to himself that their knowledge was in all probability less than they supposed
who was that horrid crone i saw shouldering herself through the crowd that collected around the gate yesterday was his remarked however do you remember wizened toothless old wretch
whose eye has more of the evil one in it than of many a young thief you see locked up in the county jails no that is i wonder if you mean sally perkins she is old enough and ugly enough to answer your description
and now i think of it she has a way of leering at you as you go by that is slightly suggestive of a somewhat bitter knowledge of the world what makes you ask about her
because she attracted my attention i suppose you must remember that i don't know any of these people and that an especially vicious-looking person like her would be apt to awaken my curiosity
i see i see but in this case i doubt if it leads to much old sally is a hard one no doubt but i don't believe she ever contemplated a murder much less accomplished it it would take too much courage to say nothing of strength
it was a man's hand that struck that blow mr bird yes was the quick reply a reply given somewhat too quickly perhaps for it made mr ferris look up inquiringly at the young man
you take considerable interest in the affair he remarked shortly well i do not wonder even my old blood has been somewhat fired by its peculiar features i foresee that your detective instinct will soon lead you to risk a run at the game
Ah, then, you see no objection to my trying for the scent, if the coroner persists in demanding
it, inquired Mr. Bird, as he followed the other to the door.
On the contrary was the polite response, and Mr. Bird found himself satisfied on that score.
Mr. Ferris had no sooner left the room, then the coroner came in.
Well, he cried with no unnecessary delay, I want you.
mr bird rose have you telegraphed to new york he asked yes and expect an answer every minute there will be no difficulty about that the superintendent is my friend and he will not be likely to cross me in my expressed wish
but say the detective we have no time for buts broke in the corner the inquest begins in earnest to-morrow and the one witness we most want has not yet been found
i mean the man or the woman who can swear to see in someone approach or enter the murdered woman's house between the time the milkman left at half-past eleven and the hour she was found by mr orcutt lying upon the floor of her dining-room in a dying condition
that such a witness exists i have no doubt the street in which there are six houses every one of which has to be passed by a person entering widow clemens's
gate must produce one individual at least who can swear to what I want. To be sure, all whom
I have questions so far, say that they were either eating dinner at the time or were in
the kitchen serving it up. But, for all that, there were plenty who saw the tramp, and two women,
at least, were ready to take their oath that they not only saw him, but watched him long
enough to observe him going round to the widow Clemens' kitchen door.
and turn about again and come away as if for some reason he had changed his mind about entering now if there were two witnesses to see all that then there must have been one somewhere to notice that other person known or unknown
who went through the street but a few minutes before the tramp at all events i believe such a witness can be found and i mean to have him if i call up every man woman and child who is in the lane at the time
but a little foreknowledge helps the coroner wonderfully and if you will aid me by making judicious inquiries round about time will be gained and perhaps a clue obtained that will lead to direct knowledge of the coroner's
the perpetrator of this crime.
But inquired the detective, willing at least, to discuss the subject with the coroner,
is it absolutely necessary that the murderer should have advanced from the street?
Is there no way he could have reached the house from the back?
And so have eluded the gaze of the neighbors round about?
No, that is, there is no regular path there, only a stretch of swampy ground,
anything but pleasant to travel through.
of course a man with a deliberate purpose before him might pursue that route and subject himself to all its inconveniences but i was scarcely expected of one who who chose such an hour for his assault the coroner explained
with a slight stammer of embarrassment that did not escape the detective's notice nor shall i feel ready to entertain the idea till it has been proved that no person with the exception of those already named was seen at any time during that fatal half-hour
to advance by the usual way to the widow's house have you questioned the tramp or in any way received from him an intimation of the reason why he did not go into the house
after he came to it he said he heard voices quarreling aha of course he was not upon his oath but as the statement was volunteered we have some right to credit it perhaps
did he say it was mr bird now who lost a trifle of his fluency what sort of voices he heard no he is an ignorant wretch and moreover thoroughly frightened
i don't believe he would know a cultivated from an uncultivated voice a gentleman's from a quarryman's at all events we cannot trust to his discrimination mr bird started this was the last construction he had a
expected to be put upon his question. Flushing a trifle, he looked the coroner earnestly in the
face, but that gentleman was too absorbed in the train of thought, raised by his own remark,
to notice the look, and Mr. Bird, not feeling any too well assured of his own position,
forbore to utter the words that hovered on his tongue.
I have another commission for you, resumed the coroner after a moment.
here is a name which I wish you would look at.
But at this instant a smart tap was heard at the door,
and a boy entered with the expected telegram from New York.
Dr. Treadwell took it,
and after glancing at its contents with an annoyed look,
folded up the paper he was about to hand to Mr. Bird,
and put it slowly back into his pocket.
He then referred again to the telegram.
It is not what I expected, he said,
said, shortly, after a moment of perplexed thought, it seems that the superintendent is not
disposed to accommodate me, and he tossed over the telegram.
Mr. Bird took it and read, expect a suitable man by the Midnight Express. He will bring a letter.
A flush mounted to the detective's brow.
You see, sir, he observed, I was right, when I told you I was not the man.
I don't know, returned the other rising.
I have not changed my opinion.
The man they send may be very keen and well up in his business,
but I doubt if he will manage this case any better than you would have done,
and he moved quietly toward the door.
Thank you for your too favorable opinion of my skills, said Mr. Bird,
as he bowed the other out.
I am sure the superintendent is right.
I am not much accustomed to work for my self.
and was none too eager to take the case in the first place as you will do me the justice to remember i can but feel relieved that this shifting of the responsibility upon shoulders more fitted to bear it
yet when the coroner was gone and he sat down alone by himself to review the matter he found that he was in reality more disappointed than he cared to confess why he scarcely knew
there was no lessening of the shrinking he had always felt from the possible developments push an earnest inquiry into the causes of this crime
yet to be severed in this way from all professional interest in the pursuit cut him so deeply that in despite of his usual good sense and correct judgment he was never nearer sending in his resignation than he was in that short half-hour which followed
the departure of dr treadwell to distract his thoughts he at last went down to the bar-room end of chapter five section six of hand and ring by anna catherine green
this librovoc's recording is in the public domain chapter six the skill of an artist a hit a very palpable hit hamlet
he found it occupied by some half-dozen men one of whom immediately attracted his attention by his high-bred air and total absorption in the paper he was reading
he was evidently a stranger and though not without some faint marks of a tendency to gentlemanly dissipation was to say the least more than ordinarily good-looking
possessing a large manly figure and a fair regular featured face above which shone a thick crop of short curly hair of a peculiarly bright blond color
he was sitting at a small table drawn somewhat apart from the rest and was as i have said engrossed with the newspaper to the utter exclusion of any apparent interest in the talk that was going on at the other end of the room
and yet this talk was of the most animated description and was seemingly of a nature to attract the attention of the most indifferent
at all events mr bird considered it so and after one comprehensive glance at the elegant stranger that took in not only the personal characteristics i have noted but also the frown of deep thought
or anxious care that furrowed a naturally smooth forehead he passed quietly up the room and took his stand among the group of loungers there assembled
mr bird was not unknown to the habitus of that place and no cessation took place in the conversation they were discussing an occurrence slight enough in itself but made interesting and dramatic
by the unconscious enthusiasm of the chief speaker a young fellow of indifferent personal appearance but with a fervid flow of words and a knack at presenting a subject that reminded you of the actor's power
and made you as anxious to watch his gesticulations as to hear the words that accompanied them.
I tell you, he was saying, that it was just a leaf out of a play.
I never saw its equal off the stage.
She was so handsome, so impressive in her trouble or anxiety,
or whatever it was that agitated her,
and he's so dark and so determined in his trouble or anxiety,
or whatever it was that agitated him.
They came in at different doors, she at one side of the depot, and he at another,
and they met just where I could see them both, directly in the center of the room.
You was her involuntary cry, and she threw up her hands before her face,
just as if she had seen a ghost or a demon.
An equal exclamation burst from him, but he did not cover his eyes.
only stood and looked at her as if he were turned to stone in another moment she dropped her hands were you coming to see me came from her lips in a whisper so fraught with secret horror and anguish that it curdled my blood to hear it
were you coming to see me was his response uttered in an equally suppressed voice and with an equal intensity of expression and then
without either giving an answer to the other's question they both shrank back and turning fled with distracted looks each by the way they had come the two doors closing with a simultaneous bang that echoed through that miserable depot like a knell
there were not many folks in the room just at that minute but i tell you those that were looked at each other as they had not done before and would not likely to do again
some unhappy tragedy underlies such a meeting and parting gentlemen and i for one would rather not inquire what but the girl the man didn't you see them again before you left asked an eager voice from the group
the young lady remarked the other was on the train that brought me here the gentleman went the other way oh ah and where did she get off rose in a somewhat deafening clamor around him
i did not observe she seemed greatly distressed if not thoroughly overcome and observing her pull down her veil i thought she did not relish my inquiring looks and as i could not sit
within view of her and not watch her i discreetly betook myself into the smoking-car where i stayed till we arrived at this place
hum ha curious rose in a chorus once more and then the general sympathies of the crowd being exhausted two or three or more of the group sauntered up to the bar and the rest sidled restlessly out of the room leaving the enthusiasm
speaker alone with Mr. Bird.
A strange scene, exclaimed the latter, infusing just enough of seeming interest into his
usually nonchalant tone, to excite the vanity of the person he addressed, and make him
more than ever ready to talk.
I wish I had been in your place, continued Mr. Bird, almost enthusiastically.
I am sure I could have made a picture of that scene.
That would have been very telling in the Gazette.
I draw for.
Do you make pictures for papers, the young fellow inquired?
His respect visibly rising.
Sometimes, the imperturbable detective replied,
and in doing so told no more than the truth.
He had a rare talent for offhand sketching,
and not infrequently made use of it to increase the funds of the family.
Well, that is something I would like to do,
acknowledged the youth,
surveying the other over with curious eyes,
but I have in a sense worth of talent for it.
I can see a scene in my mind now.
This one, for instance, just as plain as I can see you.
All the details of it, you know,
the way they stood, the clothes they wore,
the looks on their faces and all that,
but when I try to put it on paper,
why I just can't, that's all.
Your forte lies another way, remarked Mr. Bird,
you can present a scene so vividly that a person who has not seen it for himself might easily put it on paper just from your description see now and he caught up a sheet of paper from the desk and carried it to a side table
just tell me what depot this was in the young fellow greatly interested at once leaned over the detective's shoulder and eagerly replied the depot at syracuse
mr bird nodded and made a few strokes with his pencil on the paper before him how was the lady dressed he next asked in blue dark blue cloth fitting like a glove fine figure you know
very tall and unusually large but perfect i assure you perfect yes that is very like it he went on watching the quick assured strokes of the other with growing wonder and in a very much of the other with growing wonder and in a very like it he went on watching the quick assured strokes of the other with growing wonder and in a very much of the one
and an unbounded admiration you have caught the exact poise of the heads as i live and yes a large hat with two feathers sir two feathers drooping over the side so
a bag on the arm two flounces on the skirt ah oh the face well handsome sir very handsome straight nose large eyes determined mouth strong violently agitated expression
well i will give up a photograph couldn't have done her better justice you are a genius sir a genius mr bird received this tribute to his skill with some confusion and a deep blush which he vainly sought to hide by bending lower over his work
the man now he suggested with the least perceptible change in his voice that however escaped the attention of his companion what was he like young or old
well young about twenty-five i should say medium height but very firmly and squarely built with a strong face large moustache brilliant eyes and a look i cannot describe it
but you have caught that of the lady so well you will doubtless succeed in getting his also but mr bird's pencil moved with less certainty now
and it was some time before he could catch even the peculiar sturdy aspect of the figure which made this unknown gentleman as a young fellow declared looked like a modern hercules though he was far from being either large or tall
the face too presented difficulties he was far from experiencing in the case of the lady and the young fellow at his side was obliged to make several suggestions such as a little more hair on the forehead if you please
there was quite a lock showing beneath his hat or a trifle less sharpness to the chin so or stay you have it too square now
tone it down a hare's breath and you will get it before he received even the somewhat hesitating acknowledgment from the other of there that is something like him
but he had not expected to succeed very well in this part of the picture and was sufficiently pleased to have gained a very correct notion of the style of clothing to gentlemen war which it is needless to state was most faithfully reproduced
in the sketch, even if the exact expression of the strong and masculine face was not.
A really remarkable bit of work, admitted the young fellow, when the whole was completed,
and as true to the scene, too, as half the illustrations given in the weekly papers.
Would you mind letting me have it as a souvenir, he eagerly inquired?
I would like to show it to a chap who was with me at the time.
The likeness to the lady is wonderful.
Mr. Bird, with his most careless air, had already thrust the picture into his pocket,
from which he refused to withdraw it, saying, with an easy laugh, that it might come and play
with him some time, and that he could not afford the part with it.
At which remarked the young fellow looked disappointed, and vaguely rattled some coins he had
in his pocket, but meeting with no encouragement from the other, for board to press his
request, and turned it into an invitation to join him in a social glass at the bar.
To this slight token of appreciation, Mr. Bird did not choose to turn a death ear.
So the drinks being ordered, he proceeded to clink glasses with a youthful stranger,
taking the opportunity at the same time of glancing over to the large, well-built man,
whose quiet absorption in the paper he was reading had so attracted his attention,
when he first came in.
To his surprise, he found that person
just as engrossed in the news as ever,
not a feature or an eyelash appearing to have moved
since the time he looked at him last.
Mr. Bird was so astonished at this
that when he left the room a few minutes later,
he took occasion in passing the gentleman
to glance at the paper he was studying so industriously,
and to his surprise, found it to be not
nothing more nor less than the advertising sheet of the New York Herald.
A fellow of my own craft was his instantaneous conclusion,
but a moment's consideration assured him that this could not be,
as no detective worthy the name would place so little value upon the understanding of those about him
as to sit for half an hour with his eyes upon a sheet of paper totally devoid of news,
no matter what his purpose might be, or how great was his interest in the conversation to which
he was secretly listening.
No, this gentleman, was doubtless what he seemed to be, a mere stranger, with something
of a serious and engrossing nature upon his mind, or else he was an amateur who, for some
reason, was acting the part of a detective without either the skill or the experience of one.
whichever theory might be true, this gentleman was a person who at this time and in this place
was well worth watching, that is, if a man had any reason for interesting himself in the pursuit
of possible clues to the mystery of Mrs. Clemens' murder.
But Mr. Bird felt he no longer possessed a professional right to such interest.
So, leaving behind him this fine-looking gentleman, together with all the inevitable
conjectures, which the latter's peculiar manner had irresistibly awakened, he proceeded
to regain his room and enter upon that contemplation of the picture he had just made,
which was naturally demanded by his regard for one of the persons there depicted.
It was a vigorous sketch, and the slow blush,
crept up and died, Mr. Bird's forehead, as he gazed at it, and realized perfection of the
likeness he had drawn of Miss Dayer. Yes, that was her form, her face, her expression,
her very self. She it was, and no other, who had been the heroine of the strange scene,
enacted that day in the Syracuse Depot, a scene to which, by means of this impromptu sketch,
He had now become as nearly a witness as anyone could hope for who had not been actually upon the spot.
Strange.
And he had been so anxious to know what had altered the mind of this lady and sent her back to Sibley before her journey was half completed,
had pondered so long and vainly upon the wise and wherefores of an action whose motive he had never expected to understand,
but which he now saw suggested in a scene that seriously wedded,
if it did not thoroughly satisfy his curiosity.
The moment he had chosen to portray was that in which the eyes of the two met
and their first instinctive recoil took place.
Turning his attention from the face of the lady
and bestowing it upon that of the man,
he perceived there the horror and shrinking,
which she had imprinted so successfully upon hers.
That the expression was true, though the countenance was not, he had no doubt.
The man, whatever his name, nature, calling her history,
recoiled from a meeting with Imogene Dare,
as passionately as she did from one with him.
Both had started from home, with a simultaneous intention of seeking the other,
and yet, at the first recognition of this fact,
both had started and drawn back,
as if death, rather than life,
had confronted them in each other's faces.
What did it mean?
What secret of deep and deadly nature
could lie between these two
that a scene of such evident import
could take place between them?
He dared not think.
He could do nothing but gaze upon the figure of the man
he had portrayed and wondered if he would be able to identify the original in case he ever met him.
The face was more or less a failure, of course, but the form, the cut of the clothes,
the manner of carriage, and the general aspect of strong and puciant manhood, which distinguished
the whole figure, could not be so far from correct, but that, with a hint from surrounding
circumstances he would know the man himself when he saw him. At all events, he meant to imprint
the possible portrait upon his mind, in case—in case what? Pausing, he asked himself this
question with stern determination and could find no answer. I will burn the sketch at once,
and think of it and her no more, he muttered, half-rising. But he did not do it. Some
Some remembrance crossed his mind of what the young fellow downstairs had said about retaining
it as a souvenir, and he ended in folding it up and putting it away somewhat carefully
in his memorandum book with a vow that he would leave Sibley and its troublous mystery
at the first moment of release that he could possibly obtain.
The pang, which this decision cost him, convinced him that it was indeed high time he did so.
End of Chapter 6
Section 7 of Hand and Ring by Anna Catherine Green.
This Libravox recording is in the public domain.
Chapter 7.
Miss Furman
I confess with all humility that at times the line of demarcation between truth and fiction
is rendered so indefinite and indistinct that I cannot always determine, with unerring certainty,
whether an event really happened to me or whether I only dreamed it, Longfellow.
Mr. Bird, upon waking next morning, found himself disturbed by a great perplexity.
Were the words then ringing in his ear real words, which he had overheard spoken outside of his door sometime during the past night,
or were they merely the empty utterances of a more than usual vivid dream?
He could not tell.
He could remember the very tone of voice in which he fancied them to have been spoken,
a tone which he had no difficulty in recognizing as that of the landlord of the hotel,
could even recall the faint sounds of bustle which accompanied them,
as though the person using them had been showing another person through the hall.
but beyond that all was indistinct and dreamlike the words were these glad to see you back sir this murder following so close upon your visit must have been a great surprise
a sad occurrence that sir a very mysterious one hope you have some information to give if it is a remembrance and such words were uttered outside of my door last night argue the young detective to himself
The guest who called them forth can be no other than the tall and florid gentlemen whom I encountered in the bar room.
But is it a remembrance or only a chimera of my own overwrought brain struggling with a subject it will not let drop?
As Shakespeare says, that is the question.
Fortunately, it was not one which it behooved him to decide.
so for the twentieth time he put the subject by and resolved to think of it no more.
But perplexities of this kind are not so easily dismissed,
and more than once during his hurried and solitary breakfast,
did he ask himself whether, in case, the words were real,
he had not found in the landlord of this very hotel the one witness
for which the coroner was so diligently seeking.
A surprise awaited him after breakfast, and the sudden appearance at his room door of the very gentleman last alluded to.
Ha Bird, said he, with cheerful vivacity.
Here is a line from the superintendent, which may prove interesting to you,
and with a complacent smile Dr. Treadwell handed over a letter,
which had been brought to him by the detective, who had that morning, arrived from New York.
with a dim sense of foreboding which he would have found difficult to explain mr bird opened the note and read the following words dear sir i send with this a man fully competent to conduct a case of any ordinary difficulty
i acknowledge it is for our interest that you employ him to the exclusion of the person mentioned in your letter but if you or that person think that he can render you any real assistance by his interference
he is at liberty to act in his capacity of detective in as far as he can do so without divulging too widely the secret of his connection with the force
the superintendent need not be concerned said mr bird returning the note with a constrained bow i shall not interfere in this matter you will miss a good thing then remarked the coroner shortly looking keenly at the young man
i cannot help it observe the other with a quick sigh of impatience or regret i should have to see my duty very clearly and possess the very strongest reason for interfering
before i presume to offer either advice or assistance after a letter of this kind and who knows but what such reasons may yet present themselves ventured the coroner
then seeing the young man shake his head made haste to add in the businesslike tone of one preparing to take his leave at all events the matter stands open for the present and if during the course of to-day's inquiry you see fit to change your mind
it will be easy enough for you to notify me and without waiting for any further remonstrance he gave a quick nod and passed hastily out the state of mind in which he left mr bird was anything but enviable
not that the young man's former determination to let this matter alone had been in any wise shaken by the unexpected concession on the part of the superintendent but that the final hint concerning the
the inquest had aroused his old interest to quite a formidable degree, and what was worse,
had reawakened certain feelings which since last night it had been his most earnest endeavor
to subdue. He felt like a man pursued by an implacable fate, and dimly wondered whether he
would be allowed to escape before it was too late to save himself from lasting uneasiness,
if not lifelong regret.
A final stroke of business for Mr. Ferris kept him at the courthouse most of the morning.
But his duty in that direction being at an end, he no longer found any excuse for neglecting the task imposed upon him by the coroner.
He accordingly proceeded to the cottage where the inquest was being held, and finding each and every available room there, packed to its utmost by interested spectators, took up his stand on.
on the outside of a curtain window, where with but a slight cramming of his neck, he could
catch a very satisfactory view of the different witnesses as they appeared before the jury.
The day was warm, and he was by no means uncomfortable, though he could have wished that
the advantages of his position had occasioned less envy in the breast of the impatient crowd
that was slowly gathering at his back, or rather that their sense of these advantages of his
advantages might have been expressed in some more pleasing way than by the various pushes he received from the more or less adventurous spirits who endeavored to raise themselves over his shoulder or insinuate themselves under his arms
the room into which he looked was the sitting-room and it was so far as he could judge in the first casual glance he threw into it occupied entirely by strangers this one of his own.
was a relief since it had become his duty to intend this inquiry he wished to do so with a free mind unhindered by the watchfulness of those who knew his interest in the affair
or by the presence of persons around whom his own imagination had involuntarily woven a network of suspicion that made his observation of them at once significant and painful
the proceedings were at a standstill when he first came upon the scene a witness had just stepped aside who from the impatient shrugs of many persons present had evidently added little if anything to the testimony already given
taken advantage of the moment mr bird leaned forward and addressed a burly man who sat directly under him what have they been doing all morning he asked anything important
no was the surly reply a score of folks have had their say but not one of them has told anything worth listening to nobody has seen anything nobody knows anything the murderer might have risen up through the floor to deal his blow
and having given it sunk back again with the same supernatural clap-trap for all these stupid people seem to know about him
the man had a loud voice and as he made no attempt immodulated his words were heard on all sides naturally many heads were turned toward him and more than one person looked at him with an amused smile
indeed of all the various individuals in his immediate vicinity only one forbore to take any notice of his remark this was a heavy lymphatic and somewhat abstracted looking fellow of nondescript appearance
who stood stiff and straight as an exclamation point against the jam of the doorway that led into the front hall but have no facts been obtained no conclusions reached that would serve to the door-way that would serve to the door-way that had been obtained no conclusions reached that would serve to the front hall but have no facts been obtained
no conclusions reached that would serve to awaken suspicion or put justice on the right track pursued mr bird lowering his voice an intimation for the other to do the same
but that other was of an obstinate tendency and his reply rose full and loud no unless it can be considered proved that it is only folly to try and find out who commits a crime in these days
nothing else has come to light as far as i can see and that much we all knew before a remark of this kind was not calculated to allay the slight inclination to mirth which his former observations had raised
but the coroner wrapping with his gavel on the table at this moment every other consideration was lost in the natural curiosity which every one felt as to who the next witness would be
but the coroner had something to say before he called for further testimony gentlemen he remarked in a clear and commanding tone that at once secured attention and awakened interest
we have spent the morning in examining the persons who live in this street with a view to ascertaining if possible who was in conversation with mrs clemens at the time the tramp went up to her door
Was it a coincidence, or was there something in the words themselves,
that called forth the stir that at this moment took place among the people,
assembled directly before Mr. Bird?
It was of the slightest character, and was merely momentary in its duration.
Nevertheless, it attracted his attention, especially as it seemed to have its origin,
in a portion of the room shut off from his observation, by the corner of the wall
already alluded to.
The coroner proceeded without pause.
The result, as you know, has not been very satisfactory.
No one seems to be able to tell us who it was that visited Mrs. Clements on that day.
I now propose to open another examination of a totally different character,
which I hope may be more conclusive in its results.
Miss Furman, are you prepared to give your testimony?
immediately a tall gaunt but pleasant-faced woman arose from the dim recesses of the parlor she was dressed with decency if not taste and took her stand before the jury with a ladylike yet perfectly assured air that promised well for the correctness and discretion of her answers the coroner at once addressed her
your full name madam emily letitia firman sir emily ejaculated mr bird to himself with a throb of sudden interest that is the name of the murdered woman's correspondent
your birthplace pursued the coroner and the place of your present residence i was born in danbury connecticut was a reply and i am living in eutica where i support my aged mother by dressmaking
how are you related to mrs clements the lady who was found murdered here two days ago i am her second cousin her grandmother and my mother were sisters
upon what terms have you always lived and what can you tell us of her other relatives and connections we have always been friends and i can tell you all that it is generally known of the two or three remaining persons of her blood and kindred
they are first my mother and myself who as i have said before live in eudacca where i am connected with the dress-making establishment of madame trebel and secondly a nephew of hers the son of a favorite brother
whom she has always supported and to whom she has frequently avowed her intention of leaving her accumulated savings the name of this gentleman and his place of residence
his name is mansell crake mansell and he lives in buffalo where he has a situation of some trust in the large paper manufactory of harrison goodman and chamberlain
buffalo mr bird gave an involuntary start and became if possible doubly attentive the coroner's questions went on do you know this young man yes sir he has been several times to our house
in the course of the last five years what can you tell us of his nature and disposition as well as of his regard for the woman who proposed to benefit him so materially by her will
well sir returned miss firman it is hard to read the nature and feelings of any man who has much character and crake mansell has a good deal of character
but i have always thought of him a very honest and capable young man who might do his credit some day if he were allowed to have his own way and not be interfered with too much as for his feelings toward his aunt
they were doubtless those of gratitude though i have never heard him express himself in any very affectionate terms toward her owing no doubt to a natural reticence of disposition which has been observable in him from childhood
you have however no reason to believe he cherished any feeling of animosity toward his benefactress continued the coroner somewhat carelessly or possessed any inordinate desire after the money she was expected to leave him at her death
no sir both having minds of their own they frequently disagreed especially on business matters but there was never any bitterness between them as far as i know
and i never heard him say anything about his expectations one way or the other he is a man of much natural force of strong if not violent traits of character but he has too keen a sense of his own dignity to intimate the existence of desire to intimate the existence of desire
so discreditable to him.
There was something in this reply,
and the impartial aspect of the lady delivering it,
that was worthy of notice, perhaps,
and such it would have undoubtedly received,
from Mr. Bird, at least,
if the words she had used in characterizing this person,
had not struck him so deeply
that he forgot to note anything further.
A man of great natural force,
of strong if not violent traits of character, he kept repeating to himself,
the description as I live of the person whose picture I attempted to draw last night.
And ignoring everything else, he waited, with almost sickening expectation
for the question that would link this nephew of Mrs. Clemens
to either the tragedy itself or to that person still in the background
of whose secret connection with a man of this type he had obtained so curious and accidental a knowledge.
But it did not come, with a quiet abandonment of the by no means exhausted topic
which convinced Mr. Bird that the coroner had plans and suspicions to which the foregoing questions
had given no clue. Dr. Treadwell leaned slowly forward, and after surveying the witness with a glance
of cautious inquiry asked in a way to concentrate the attention of all present.
You say that you knew the widow Clements well, that you have always been on friendly terms with her
and are acquainted with her affairs. Does that mean you have been made a confidant of her troubles,
her responsibilities, and her cares? Yes, sir, that is, in as far as she ever made a confidant of anyone.
mrs clements was not of a complaining disposition neither was she by nature very communicative only at rare times did she make mention of herself or her troubles but when she did it was invariably to me sir
or so she used to say and she was not a woman to deceive you in such matters very well then you were in a position to tell us something of her history and why it is she kept herself so close after she came to this town
but miss firman uttered a vigorous disclaimer to this no sir said she i am not mrs clement's history was simple enough but her reasons for living as she did have never been explained
She was not naturally a quiet woman, and when a girl was remarkable for her spirits and fondness for company.
Has she had any great sorrow since you knew her, any serious loss or disappointment that may have soured her disposition,
and turned her, as it were, against the world?
Perhaps she felt the death of her husband very much, indeed, has never been quite the same since she lost him.
And when was that, if you please?
Full fifteen years ago, sir, just before she came to this town.
Did you know Mr. Clements?
No, sir, none of us knew him.
They were married in some small village out west where he died.
Well, I think she wrote, a month if not less, after their marriage.
She was inconsolable for a time, and though she consented to come east,
refused to take up her abode with any of her relatives, and so settled in this place where
she has remained ever since.
The manner of the coroner suddenly changed to one of great impressiveness.
Miss Furman, he now asked, did it ever strike you that the hermit life she led was due to
any fear or apprehension which she may have secretly entertained?
Sir?
The question was peculiarly.
and no one wondered at the start which the good woman gave.
But what mainly struck Mr. Bird and gave to the moment a seeming importance
was the fact that she was not alone in her surprise or even her expression of it,
that the indefinable stir he had before observed had again taken place in the crowd before him,
and that this time there was no doubt about it having been occasioned by the move of the
of a person whose elbow he could just perceive projecting beyond the doorway that led into the hall but there was no time for speculation as to whom this person might be
the coroner's questions were every moment growing more rapid and miss firman's answers more interesting i asked here the coroner was heard to say whether in your intercourse with mrs clements
you have ever had reason to suppose she was the victim of any secret or personal apprehension that might have caused her to exclude herself as she did or let me put it another way
can you tell me whether you know of any other person besides this nephew of hers who's likely to be benefited by mrs clemens's death oh sir was the hasty and somewhat excited reply you mean young mr hildreth
the way in which this was said together with a slight flush of satisfaction or surprise which rose to the coroner's brow naturally awoke the slumbering excitement and surprise which rose to the coroner's brow naturally awoke the slumbering excitement
of the crowd and made a small sensation.
A low murmur ran through the rooms,
amid which Mr. Bird thought he heard a suppressed but bitter exclamation.
He could not be sure of it, however, and it just made up his mind that his ears had deceived him
when his attention was attracted by a shifting in the position of the sturdy, thick-set man,
who had been leaning against the opposite wall,
but who now crossed and took his stand beside the jam, on the other side of which sat the
unknown individual, toward whom so many inquiring glances had hitherto been directed.
The quietness with which this change was made, and the slight almost imperceptible
alteration in the manner of the person making it, brought a sudden enlightenment to Mr. Bird,
and he at once made up his mind that this dull, abstracted-looking, not-eastern,
entity, leaning with such apparent unconcerned against the wall, was the new detective who had
been sent up that morning from New York. His curiosity, in regard to the identity of the individual
round the corner, was not lessened by this.
Meantime, the coroner had answered the hasty exclamation of the witness by disclaiming the existence
of any special meaning of his own, and had furthermore pressed the question,
as to who this mr hildrith was she immediately answered a gentleman of toledo sir a young man who could only come into his property by the death of mrs clement
how you have not spoken of any such person as connected with her no was her steady response nor was he so connected by any tie of family or friendship indeed i do not know as they were ever acquainted
or as for that matter ever saw each other's faces the fact to which i allude was simply the result of a will sir made by mr hildreth's grandfather
oh will explain yourself i do not understand well sir i do not know much about the law and may make a dozen mistakes in telling you what you wish to know
but what i understand about the matter is this mr hildreth the grandfather of the gentleman of whom i have just spoken having a large property which he wanted to leave in bulk to his grandchildren their father being a very dissipated and reckless man who had just spoken having a large property which he wanted to leave in bulk to his grandchildren their father being a very dissipated and reckless man
man made his will in such a way as to prevent its distribution among his heirs till after the death of two persons whom he mentioned by name of these two persons one was the son of his head clerk a young boy who sickened and died shortly after mr hildreth himself and the other my cousin the poor murdered woman who was then a little girl visiting the family i do not know how she came to be chosen
by him for this purpose, unless it was that she was particularly round and ruddy as a child,
and looked as if she might live for many years.
And the Hildreth's, what of them during these years?
Well, I cannot exactly say, as I never had any acquaintance with them myself,
but I know that the father, whose dissipated habits were the cause of this peculiar will,
tying up the property, died some little time.
time ago. Also, one or two of his children, but beyond that I know little, except that the
remaining heirs are a young gentleman and one or two young girls, all of the worldliest
and most fashionable description. The coroner who had followed all this with great interest
now asked if she knew the first name of the young gentleman. Yes, she said I do. It is
Goviner. The coroner gave a satisfied nod and remarked casually,
It is not a common name, and then, leaning forward, selected a paper from among several
that lay on the table before him. Miss Furman, he inquired, retaining this paper in his hand.
Do you know when it was that Mrs. Clemens first became acquainted with the fact of her name,
having been made use of, in the elder Mr. Hilles,
Wilder's will. Oh, years ago when she first came of age, I believe. Was it an occasion of
regret to her? Did she ever express herself as sorry for the position in which she stood
toward this family? Yes, sir, she did. The coroner's face assumed the yet greater gravity,
and his manner became more and more impressive. Can you go a step further and say
that she ever acknowledged to herself to have cherished apprehensions of her personal safety during
these years of weary waiting on the part of the naturally impatient airs?
A distressed look crossed the amiable spinster's face as she looked around at the jury
with an expression almost deprecatory in its nature.
I scarcely know what answer to give, she hesitatingly declared.
it is a good deal to say that she was apprehensive, but I cannot help remembering that she once
told me her peace of mind had left her since she knew there were persons in the world to whom
her death would be a matter of rejoicing.
It makes me feel as if I were keeping people out of their rights, she remarked at the same
time, and though it is not my fault, I should not be surprised if someday I had to suffer for
it. Was there ever any communication made to Mrs. Clements by persons cognizant of the relation
in which she stood to these Hildrethes, or any facts or gossip detailed to her concerning
them, that would seem to give color to her fears and supplier with any actual grounds for her
apprehensions? No, only such tales as came to her of their expensive ways of living, and somewhat
headlong rush into all-fashioned
freaks and follies.
And Governor Hildreth,
any special gossip in regard to him?
No.
There are some noes that are equivalent
to affirmations.
This was one of them.
Naturally, the coroner pressed the question.
I must request you to think again, he persisted.
Then with a change of voice,
are you sure?
You have never heard anything
especially derogatory to this young man, or that Mrs. Clemens had not.
I have friends in Toledo who speak of him as the fastest man about town.
If that could be called derogatory, as for Mrs. Clemens, she may have heard as much,
and she may have heard more, I cannot say.
I know she always frowned when his father's name was mentioned.
Miss Furman proceeded the coroner, in the long years, in which you have been more or less separated from Mrs. Clements,
you have doubtless, kept up a continual, if not frequent, correspondence with her?
Yes, sir.
Do you think, from the commencement and general tone of this letter, which I found line half-finished on her desk,
that it was written and intended for yourself?
Taking the letter from his outstretched hand, she fumbled nervously for her glasses, put them on,
and then glanced hurriedly at the sheet, saying as she did so,
there can be no doubt of it.
She had no other friend, whom she would have been likely to address his dear Emily.
Gentlemen of the jury, you have a right to hear the words written by the deceased,
but a few hours, if not a few minutes, previous to the brutal.
assault that has led to the present inquiry.
Miss Furman, as the letter was intended for yourself,
will you be kind enough to read it aloud, after which you'll hand it over to the jury?
With a gloomy shake of her head and a certain trembling in her voice
that was due, perhaps, as much to the sadness of her task,
as to any foreboding of the real nature of the words she had to read,
she proceeded to comply.
Dear Emily, I don't know why I sit down to write to you today.
I have plenty to do, and morning is no time for indulging in sentimentalities.
But I feel strangely lonely and strangely anxious.
Nothing goes just to my mind.
And somehow, the many causes for secret fears, which I have always had,
assume an undue prominence in my mind.
It is always so when I am not quite well.
In vain I reason with myself,
saying that respectable people do not lightly enter into crime.
But there are so many to whom my death would be more than welcome
that I constantly see myself in the act of being.
Good heavens, ejaculated the spinster,
dropping the paper from her hand,
and looking dismally around upon the assembled faces of the now deeply interested spectators.
Seeing her dismay a man who stood at the right of the coroner,
and who seemed to be an officer of the law, quietly advanced,
and picking up the paper she had let fall, handed it to the jury.
The coroner, meanwhile, recalled her attention to herself.
Miss Furman said he,
allow me to put to you one final question, which, though it might not be called a strictly legal
one, is surely justified by the gravity of the situation. If Mrs. Clements had finished this letter
and you in due course had received it, what conclusion would you have drawn from the words you
have just read? I could have drawn but one, sir. I should have considered that the solitary life
led by my cousin, was telling upon her mind.
But these terrors of which she speaks,
to what and whom would you have attributed them?
I don't like to say it,
and I don't know as I'm justified in saying it,
but it would have been impossible for me,
under the circumstances,
to have thought of any other source for them,
than the one we have already mentioned.
And that is,
inexorably pursued the coroner,
mr guviner hildreth end of chapter seven section eight of hand and ring by anna catherine green this librivox recording is in the public domain
chapter eight the thick-set man springs to catch woodcocks hamlet in the pause that followed miss firman stepped aside and mr bird finding his attention released
stole a glance toward the hallway and its nearly concealed occupant he found the elbow in agitated movement and as he looked at it saw it disappear and a hand project into view
groping for the handkerchief which was doubtless hidden in the hat which he now perceived standing on the floor in the corner of the doorway he looked at that hand well it was large white and elegantly formed it was large white and elegantly formed
and wore a seal ring of conspicuous size upon the little finger.
He had scarcely noticed this ring and wondered if others had seen it, too,
when the hand plunged into the hat and drawing out the handkerchief,
vanished with it behind the jam that had already hidden so much from his view.
A fine gentleman's hand and a fine gentleman's ring was Mr. Byrd's mental comment,
and he was about to glance aside when to his great astonishment he saw the hand appear once more with a handkerchief in it but without the ring which a moment since had made it such a conspicuous mark for his eyes
our fine gentleman is becoming frightened he thought watching the hand until it dropped the handkerchief back into the hat one does not take off a ring in a company like this without good reason
and he threw a quick glance at the man he considered his rival in the detective business.
But that worthy was busily engaged in stroking his chin in a feeling way,
strongly suggestive of a pleasurably like interest in his absent whisker.
Anne well first, as Mr. Bird was in the way of his fellow detectives,
he found it impossible to tell whether the significant action he had just remarked,
had escaped the attention of this man or not.
Confused, if not confounded, he turned back to the coroner,
in a maze of new sensations, among which a growing hope
that his own former suspicions had been of a wholly presumptuous character
rose predominant.
He found that functionary, preparing to make a remark.
Gentlemen, said he,
You have listened to the testimony of Mrs. Clemens' most confidential
friend and heard such explanations as she had to give of the special fears which mrs clemens acknowledges herself to have entertained in regard to her personal safety
now while duly impressing upon you the necessity for not laying too much stress upon the secret apprehensions of a woman living a life of loneliness and seclusion i still consider it my duty to lay before you another bit of the widow's writing in which
here he was interrupted by the appearance at his side of a man with a telegram in his hand in the pause which followed his reading of the same mr bird with that sudden impulse of interference which comes upon us all at certain junctures
tore out a leaf from his memorandum book and wrote upon it some half-dozen or so words indicative of the advisability of examining the proprietor of the eastern hotel
as to the name and quality of the several guests entertained by him on the day of the murder,
and having signed this communication with his initial letters, H.B., looked about for a messenger
to carry it to the coroner. He found one in the person of a small boy, who was pressing with all
his might against his back, and having dispatched him with a note, regained his old position at the window
and proceeded to watch with a growing interest in the drama before him the result of his interference upon the coroner.
He had not long to wait. The boy had no sooner shown himself at the door with a note than Dr. Treadwell laid down the telegram he was perusing and took this new communication.
With a slight smile, Mr. Bird was not slow in attributing to its true source. He read the note through,
then turned to the officer at his side and gave him some command that sent him from the room.
He then took up the slip he was on the point of presenting to the jury at the time he was first interrupted
and continuing his remarks in reference to it said quietly,
Gentlemen, this paper, which I hear pass over to you, was found by me in the recesses of Mrs. Clemens' desk.
At the time I examined it for the address.
of Miss Furman. It was in an envelope that had never been sealed, and was, if I may use the
expression, tucked away under a pile of old receipts. The writing is similar to that used in the
letter you have just read, and the signature attached to it is Mary Ann Clemens. Will Mr. Black
of the jury read aloud the words he will there find written? Mr. Black, in whose hands the paper
were then rested, looked up with a flush, and slowly, if not painfully, complied.
I desire, such was the language of the writing before him, that in case of any sudden
or violent death on my part, the authorities should inquire into the possible culpability
of a gentleman living in Toledo, Ohio, known by the name of Governor Hildred.
He is a man of no principle, and my distinct conviction is, that a gentleman of his own
if such a death should occur to me it will be entirely due to his efforts to gain possession of property which could not be at his full disposal until my death mary ann clemens sibly new york
a serious charge quoth a juryman breaking the universal silence occasioned by this communication from the dead i should think so echoed the burly man in front of mr bird
but mr bird himself and the quiet man who leaned so stiffly and abstractedly against the walls had nothing perhaps they found themselves sufficiently engaged in watching that half-seen elbow
which since the reading of this last slip of paper had ceased all movement and remained stationary as though it had been paralyzed a charge which as yet is nothing but a charge observed the coroner
But evidence is not wanting, he went on, that Mr. Hildreth is not at home at this present time,
but as somewhere in this region, as will be seen by the following telegram from the superintendent of the Toledo police,
and he held up to view not the telegram he had just received, but another which he had taken from among the papers on the table before him.
party mentioned not in Toledo, left for the east on midnight train of Wednesday the 27th instant.
When last heard from was in Albany, he has been living fast and is well known to be in pecuniary difficulties,
necessitating a large and immediate amount of money, further particulars by letter.
That gentleman I received last night, today he continued,
continued, taking up the telegram that had just come in, the following arrives.
Fresh Advices.
Man you were in search of talked of suicide at his club the other night,
seemed in a desperate way, and said that if something did not soon happen,
he should be a lost man.
Horse flesh and unfortunate speculations have ruined him.
They say it will take all he will ultimately receive to pay his debts.
and below suspected that he has been in your town a crisis was approaching round the corner this to the skilled eyes of mr bird was no longer doubtful
even if he had not observed the wandering glances cast in that direction by persons who could see the owner of that now immovable elbow he would have been assured that all was not right
by the alert expression which had now taken the place of the stolid and indifferent look which had hitherto characterized the face of the man he believed to be a detective
a panther about the spring could not have looked more threatening and the wonder was that there were no more to observe this exciting by-play yet the panther did not spring and the inquiry went on
the witness i now proposed a call announced the coroner after a somewhat trying delay is the proprietor of the eastern hotel ah here he is mr simmons have you brought your register for the past week
yes sir answered the newcomer with a good deal of flurry in his manner and an embarrassed look about him which convinced mr bird that the words in regard to whose origin he had been so doubtful that morning had been real words and no dream
very well then submitted if you please to the jury and tell us in the meantime whether you have entertained at your house this week any guest who professed to come from toledo
i don't know i don't remember any such began the witness in a stammering sort of way we have always a great many men from the west stopping at our house but i don't recollect any special one who registered himself as coming from toledo
you however always expect your guests to put their name in your book yes sir there was something in the troubled look of the man which aroused the suspicion of the coroner and he was about to address him with another question
when one of the jury who was looking over the register spoke up and asked who is this clement smith who writes himself down here as coming from toledo smith smith smith
repeated simmons going up to the juryman and looking over his shoulder at the book oh yes the gentleman who came yesterday he
but at this moment a slight disturbance occurring in the other room the witness paused and looked about him with that same embarrassed look before noted he is at the hotel now he added with an attempt at ease transparent as it was futile
the disturbance to which i have alluded was of a peculiar kind it was occasioned by the thick-set man making the spring which for some minutes he had evidently been meditating
it was not a tragic leap however but a decidedly comic one and had for its end and aim the recovery of a handkerchief which he had taken from his pocket at the moment when the witness uttered the name of smith
and by a useless flourish in opening it flirted from his hand to the floor at least so the amused throng interpreted the sudden dive which he made
and the heedless haste that caused him to trip over the gentleman's hat that stood on the floor causing it to fall and another handkerchief to tumble out
but mr bird who had a detective's insight into the whole matter saw something more than appeared in the profuse apologies which the thick-set man made and the hurried manner in which he gathered up the handkerchiefs and stood looking at them before returning one to his pocket
and the other to its place in the gentleman's hat nor was mr bird had all astonished to observe that the stand which his fellow-detective took upon resettling himself was much nearer the unseen gentleman than before
or that in replacing the hat he had taken pains to put it so far to one side that the gentleman would be obliged to rise and come around the corner in order to obtain it
the drift of the questions propounded to the witness at this moment opened his eyes too clearly for him to fail any longer to understand the situation
now at the hotel the coroner was repeating and came yesterday why then did you look so embarrassed when i mentioned his name oh well ah stammered the man
because he was there once before though his name is not registered but once in the book he was and on what day on tuesday asserted the man with a sudden decision of one who sees it is useless to attempt to keep silence
the day of the murder yes sir and why is his name not on the book at that time if he came to your house and put up because he did not put up he merely called in as it were and did not take a meal or hire a room
how did you know then that he was there did you see him or talk to him yes sir and what did you say he asked me for directions to a certain house than i gave them
whose house the widow clemens sir ah light at last the long sought-for witness had been found coroner and jury brightened visibly while the assembled crowd gave vent to a deep murmur that must have sounded like a knell of doom
in one pair of ears at least he asked you for directions to the house of widow clements at what time was this about half-past eleven in the morning
The very hour
And did he leave then?
Yes, sir, after taking a glass of brandy.
And did you not see him again?
Not till yesterday, sir.
Ah, and at what time did you see him yesterday?
At bedtime, sir, he came with other arrivals on the five o'clock train.
But I was away all the afternoon and did not see him
till I went into the bar room in the evening.
Well, and what passed between you then?
Not much, sir.
I asked if he was going to stay with us,
and when he said yes, I inquired,
if he had registered his name.
He replied no,
at which I pointed to the book,
and he wrote his name down,
and then went upstairs with me to his room.
And is that all?
Did you say nothing beyond what you have mentioned,
ask him no questions,
or make no allusions to the murder?
well sir i did make some attempt that way for i was curious to know what took him to the widow clement's house but he stumped me so quickly i concluded to hold my tongue and not trouble myself any further about the matter
and do you mean to say you haven't told any one that an unknown man had been at your house on the morning of the murder inquiring after the widow yes sir i'm a poor man and believe in keeping the house that an unknown man had been at your house on the morning of the murder inquiring after the widow yes sir i'm a poor man and believe in keeping the
out of all sorts of messes.
Policy demands that much of me, gentlemen.
The look he received from the coroner
may have convinced him that policy can be carried too far.
And now, said Dr. Treadwell,
what sort of a man is this Clement Smith?
He's a gentleman, sir,
and not at all the sort of person
with whom you would be likely to connect
any unpleasant suspicion.
The coroner surveyed the hotelkeeper,
somewhat sternly we are not talking about suspicions he cried then in a different tone repeated this gentleman you say is still at your house yes sir or was it breakfast-time i have not seen him since
we will have to call mr smith as a witness declared the coroner turning to the officer at his side go and see if you cannot bring him as soon as you did mr simmons
but here a voice spoke up full and loud from the other room it is not necessary sir a witness you will consider more desirable than he is in the building
and a thick-set man showed himself for an instant to the coroner then walking back deliberately laid his hand on the elbow which for so long a time had been the centre of mr bird's wandering conjectures
in an instant the fine gentlemanly figure of the stranger whom he had seen the night before in the bar-room appeared with a bound from beyond the jam and pausing excitedly before the man now fully discovered to all around as a detective asked him
in shaking tones of suppressed terror or rage what it was he meant i will tell you was the ready assurance if you will step out here in view of the coroner and jury
with a glance that for some reason disturbed mr bird in his newly acquired complacency the gentleman stalked hurriedly forward and took his stand in the doorway leading into the room occupied by the persons mentioned
now he cried what have you to say but the detective who had advanced behind him still refrained from replying though he gave a quick look at the corner which led that functionary to glance at the hotel-keeper and instantly ask
you know this gentleman it is mr clement smith the flush so violent and profuse that even mr bird could see it from his stand outside the window inundated for an instant
instant the face and neck of a gentleman but was followed by no words though the detective at his side waited for an instant before saying i think you are mistaken i should call him now mr goviner hildreth
with a start and a face grown as suddenly white as it had but an instant before been read the gentleman turned and surveyed the detective from head to foot saying in a tone of mock-pulled a tone of mock-pulled
lightness.
And why, if you please, I have never been introduced to you that I remember.
No, rejoined the detective, taking from his pocket the handkerchief which he had previously put
there, and presenting it to the other with a bow.
But I have read the monogram upon your handkerchief, and it happens to be.
Enough, interrupted the other, in a stern, if not disdainful voice.
I see I have been the victim of espionage.
and stepping into the other room he walked haughtily up to the corner and exclaimed i am governor hildreth and i come from toledo now what is it you have to say to me end of chapter eight
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the excitement induced by the foregoing announcement had in a degree subsided the coroner who appeared to be as much startled as anyone at the results of the day's proceedings had manifested his desire of putting certain questions
to the young man, and had begun by such inquiries into his antecedents, and his connection
with Mrs. Clements, as elicited the most complete corroboration of all Miss Furman's statements.
An investigation into his motives for coming east at this time next followed, in the course of
which he acknowledged that he undertook the journey solely for the purpose of seeing Mrs. Clemens,
and when asked why he wished to see her at this time admitted with some manifestation of shame that he desired to see for himself whether she was really in as strong and healthy a condition as he had always been told
his pecuniary embarrassments being such that he could not prevent his mind from dwelling upon possibilities which under any other circumstances he would have been as shame to consider
and did you see mrs clements the coroner inquired yes sir i did when on tuesday sir about noon the answer was given almost with provado and the silence among the various auditors became intense
you admit then that you were in the widow's house the morning she was murdered and that you had an interview with her a few minutes before the fatal blow was struck i do
there was doggedness in the tone and doggedness in the look that accompanied it the coroner moved a little forward in his chair and uttered his next question with deep gravity
did you approach the widow's house by the road and enter into it by means of the front door overlooking the lane i did and did you meet no one in the lane or see no one at the windows of any of the houses as you came by no sir
How long did you stay in this house, and what was the result of the interview you had with
Mrs. Clements?
I stayed perhaps ten minutes, and I learned nothing from Mrs. Clements, save that she was
well and hearty, and likely to live out her threescore years and ten, for all hint that
her conversation or appearance gave me.
He spoke almost with a tone of resentment.
His eyes glowed darkly, and a thrill of horror sped through the room, as if they
felt the murderer himself stood before them.
You will tell me what was said in this interview, if you please, and whether the widow knew
who you were, and if so, whether any words of anger passed between you?
The face of the young man burned, and he looked at the coroner, and then at the juryman,
as if he would like the challenge the whole crew.
But the color that showed in his face was the flush of shame, or so thought Mr. Bird,
and in his reply, when he gave it, there was a bitterness of self-scorn that reminded the detective
more of the mortification of a gentleman caught in an act of meanness than the secret alarm of a man
who had been beguiled into committing a dastardly crime.
Mrs. Clements was evidently a woman of some spirit, said he,
forcing out his words with sullen desperation.
She may have used sharp language, I believe indeed she did, but she did not know who I was,
for, for I pretended to be a seller of patent medicine, warranted to cure all ills, and she told me she
had no ills, and, and, do you want a man to disgrace himself in your presence?
He suddenly flashed out, cringing under the gaze of the many curious and unsympathetic eyes
fixed upon him.
But the coroner, with a sudden assumption of severity, pardonable perhaps in a man,
who, with a case of such importance on his hands, recommended to the witness to be calm
and not to allow any small feelings of personal mortification to interfere with a testimony
of so much evident value.
And without waiting for the witness to recover himself, asked again,
What did the widow say, and with what words did you leave?
The widow said that she abominated drugs and never took them.
I replied that she made a great mistake if she had any ailments,
upon which she retorted that she had no ailment and politely showed me the door.
I do not remember that anything else passed between us.
His tone, which had been shrill and high, dropped at the final sentence,
and by the nervous workings of his lips,
Mr. Bird perceived that he dreaded the next question.
the persons grouped around him evidently dreaded it too but it was less searching than they expected and proved that the coroner preferred to approach his point by circuitous rather than direct means
in what room was the conversation held and by what door did you come in and go out i came in by the front door and we stood in that room pointing to the sitting-room from which she had just issued stood
did you not sit down no stood all the time and in that room to which you have just pointed yes the coroner drew a deep breath and looked at the witness long and searchingly
Mr. Hildreth's way of uttering this word had been anything but pleasant and consequently
anything but satisfactory.
The low murmur began to Eddie through the rooms.
Gentlemen's silence commanded the coroner, venting in this injunction some of the
uncomfortable emotion with which he was evidently surcharged, for his next words were
spoken in a comparatively quiet voice, though the fixed severity of his eye could have
given the witness but little encouragement.
You say, he declared, that in coming through the lane you encountered no one?
Was this equally true of your return?
Yes, sir, I believe so.
I don't remember.
I was not looking up.
Was this slightly confused reply?
You passed, however, through the lane, and entered the main street by the usual path.
Yes, and where did you go then?
To the depot?
Ah, I wish to leave the town.
I had done with it.
And did you do so, Mr. Hildreth?
I did.
Where did you go?
To Albany, where I left my traps.
You took the noon train then?
Yes, sir.
Which leaves precisely five minutes after twelve?
I suppose so.
Took it without stopping anywhere on the way?
Yes, sir.
Did you buy a ticket at the office?
No, sir.
Why? I did not have time.
Ah, the train was at the station, then.
Mr. Hildreth did not reply. He had evidently been driven, almost, to the end of his patience,
or possibly of his courage, by this quick fire of small questions.
The coroner saw this and pressed his advantage.
Was the train at the station or not when you arrived there, Mr. Hildreth?
I do not see why I can interest you to know the witness.
Miss retorted, with a flash of somewhat natural anger.
But since you insist, I will tell you that it was just going out,
and I had to run to reach it and only got a foothold upon the platform of the rear car
at the risk of my life.
He looked as if he wished it had been at the cost of his life,
and compressed his lips and moved restlessly from side to side
as if the battery of eyes level upon his face were so many points
of red-hot steel burning into his brain.
But the coroner, intent upon his duty,
released not one jot of the steady hold he had taken upon his victim.
Mr. Hildreth, said he,
Your position has the only person who acknowledges himself
to have been in this house during the half-hour
that preceded the assault
makes everything you can tell us in reference to your visit of the highest importance.
Was the widow alone, do you think,
or did you see anything? Pause now and consider well anything that would lead you to suppose
there was anyone beside her and yourself in the house? It was the suggestion of a just man,
and Mr. Bird looked to see the witness gasp with all the energy of despair at the prospect of release
it held out. But Mr. Hildreth either felt his cause beyond the reach of any such assistance
where his understanding was so dulled by misery,
he could not see the advantage of acknowledging the presence
of a third party in the cottage.
Given a dreary shake of the head, he slowly answered,
There may have been somebody else in the house I don't know,
but if so, I didn't hear him or see him.
I thought we were alone.
The frankness with which he made the admission
was in his favor,
but the quick and overpowering flush
that rose to his face the moment he had given utterance to it,
betrayed so unmistakable a consciousness
of what the admission had implied
that the effect was immediately reversed.
Seeing that he had lost rather than gained,
in the opinions of the merciless inquisitors about him,
he went back to his old bravado,
and haughtily lifted his head.
One question more, resumed the coroner.
You have said that Mrs. Clements was a
spirited woman. Now, what made you think so? Any expression of annoyance on her part at the
interruption in her work, which her errand had caused her, or merely the expression of her face and the
general way she had of speaking? The latter, I think, though she did use a harsh word or two,
when she showed me the door. And raised her voice? Yes, yes. Mr. Hildreth, intimated the corner
her rising, will you be kind enough to step with me into the adjoining room?
With a look of wonder, not unmixed with alarm, the young man prepared to comply.
I should like the attention of the jury, Dr. Treadwell signified, as he passed through the door.
There was no need to give them this hint, not a man of them, but was already on his feet,
in eager curiosity, as to what their presiding officer was about to do.
i wish you to tell me now the coroner demanded of mr hildreth as they paused in the centre of the sitting-room where it was you stood during your interview with mrs clements and if possible take the very position now which you held at that time
there are too many persons here the witness objected visibly rebelling at a request which he could not guess the full significance the people present will step back declare the coroner
you will have no trouble in taking your stand on the spot you occupied the other day here then exclaimed the young man taking a position near the centre of the room and the widow stood there facing you yes
i see intimated the coroner pointing toward the windows her back was to the yard while you stood with your face toward it then with a quick motion summoned the witness back in the window
then with a quick motion summoned the witness back into the other room asked amid the breathless attention of the crowd whom this bit of by-play had wrought up to expectation
did you observe any one go around to the back door while you stood there and go away again without attempting to knock mr hildreth knitted his brow and seemed to think
answer persisted the coroner it is not a question that requires thought well then i did not cried the witness looking the other directly in the eye with a first gleam of real manly feeling which he had yet displayed
you did not see a tram come into the yard walk around to the kitchen door wait a moment as if hesitating whether he would rap and then turn and come back again without doing so no sir
the coroner drew a piece of paper before him and began figuring on it earnestly almost wildly the young man watched him drawn a deep breath and turning quite pale as the other paused and looked up
yet affirmed the coroner as if no delay had occurred since he received his last answer such a person did approach the house while you were in it and if you had stood where you say you must have seen him
It was a vital thrust, a relentless presentation of fact, and as such shook the witness
out of his lately acquired composure.
Glancing hastily about, he sought the assistance of someone, both capable and willing to advise
him in this crisis.
But seeing no one, he made a vigorous effort and called together his own faculties.
Sir, he protested, a tremor of undisguised anxiety, finding way.
into his voice.
I do not see how you make that all out.
What proof of you, that this tramp of which you speak,
came to the house while I was in it?
Could he have not come before, or, what was better,
could he have not come after?
The ringing tone with which the last question was put
startled everybody.
No such sounds had issued from his lips before.
Had he caught a glimpse of hope,
or was he driven to an extremity?
in his defense that forced him to assert himself.
The eyes of Miss Furman and a few other women began the softened,
and even the face of Mr. Bird betrayed,
that a change was on the verge of taking place in his feelings.
But the coroner's look and tone dashed cold water
on this young and tender growth of sympathy.
Passing over to the witness the paper on which he had been scribbling,
he explained with dry significance,
it's only a matter of subtraction and addition mr hildreth you have said that upon quitting this house you went directly to the depot where you arrived barely in time to jump on the train as it was leaving the station
now to walk from this place to the depot at any pace you would be likely to use would occupy let us say seven minutes at two minutes before twelve then you were still in this house
well he ejaculated interrupting himself as the other opened his lips have you anything to say no was the dejected and hesitating reply
the coroner at once resumed but a five minutes before twelve mr hildreth the tramp walked into the widow's yard now allowing only two minutes for your interview with that lady the conclusion remains that you were in the house when he came up to it
yet you declare that although you stood in full view of the yard you did not see him you figure closer than an astronomer calculating an eclipse burst from the young man's lips in a flash of that resolution which had for the last few minutes animated him
how do you know your witnesses have been so exact to a second when they say this and that on the goings and comings you are pleased to put into an arithmetical problem
a minute or two one way or the other would make a sad discrepancy in your calculations mr coroner i know it assented dr treadwell quietly ignoring the other's heat
but if the jury will remember there were four witnesses at least who testified to the striking of the town clock just as a tramp finally issued from the lane and one witness of well-known accuracy in matters of detail who declared on oath
that she had just dropped her eyes from that same clock when she observed the tramp go in to the widow's gate and that it was five minutes to twelve exactly
but lest i do seem too nice in my calculations the coroner inexorably pursued i will take the trouble of putting it another way at what time did you leave the hotel mr hildreth
i don't know was the testy response well i can tell you the coroner assured him it was about twenty minutes to twelve or possibly earlier but no later
my reason for saying this he went on drawing once more before him the fatal sheet of paper is that mrs dayton's children next door were out playing in front of this house for some few minutes previous to the time the tramp came into the lane
as you did not see them you must have arrived here before they began their game and that at the least calculation would make the time as early as quarter to twelve well the fierce looks of the other seemed to say and what if it was
mr hildreth continued the coroner if you were in this house at a quarter to twelve and did not leave it till two minutes before and the interview was as you say a mirror a mirror of your house at a quarter to twelve and did not leave it till two minutes before and the interview was as you say a mirror
interchange of a dozen words or so that could not possibly have occupied more than three minutes,
where were you, during all the rest of the time, that must have elapsed after you finished
your interview and the moment you left the house. It was a knock-down question. This aristocratic-looking
young gentleman, who had hitherto held himself erect before them, notwithstanding the humiliating
nature of the inquiries, which had been propounded to him, cringed visibly, and bowed his head
as if a stroke of vital force had descended upon it.
Bringing his fist down on the table near which he stood, he seemed to utter a muttered curse,
while the vein swelled on his forehead so powerfully that more than one person present
dropped their eyes from a spectacle which bore so distinctly the stamp of guilt.
you have not answered intimated the coroner after a moment of silent waiting no was a loud reply uttered with a force that startled all present
and made the more timid gaze with some apprehension had a sudden antagonistic attitude it is not pleasant for a gentleman he emphasized the word bitterly for a gentleman to acknowledge himself caught at a time like this in a decided equitonistic
But you have cornered me fairly and squarely, and I am bound to tell the truth.
Gentlemen, I did not leave the widow's house as immediately as I said.
I stayed for fully five minutes or so alone in the small hall that leads to the front door.
In all probability, I was there when the tramp passed by on his way to the kitchen door,
and there when he came back again.
And Mr. Hildreth fixed his eyes on the coroner as if he dared him to push him further.
But Dr. Treadwell had been in his present seat before, merely confronting the other with that cold
official gaze, which seems to act like a wall of ice between a witness and the coroner,
he said two words, what doing?
The effect was satisfactory, paling suddenly.
Mr. Hildreth dropped his eyes, and replied humbly, though with equal laconism,
I was thinking, but scarcely had the words left his lips, then a fresh flame of feeling
started up within him, and looking from juryman to jurymen, he passionately exclaimed,
You consider that acknowledgment suspicious, you wonder why a man should give a few minutes
the thought after the conclusion of an interview that terminated all hope, I wonder at it
now myself.
I wonder I did not go straight out of the house and rush headlong into any danger that promised
an immediate extinction of my life.
No language could have more forcibly betrayed the real desperation of his mind at the critical
moment when the widow's life hung in the balance.
He saw this perhaps when it was too late.
for the sweat started on his brow, and he drew himself up like a man nerving himself to
me to blow he no longer hoped to avert. One further remark, however, left his lips.
Whatever I did, or whatever I was thinking, one thing I hear declared to be true, and that is
this, that I did not see the widow again after she left my side and went back to her kitchen
in the rear of the house.
The hand that struck her
may have been lifted while I stood in the hall,
but if so, I did not know it,
nor can I tell you now
who it was that killed her.
It was the first attempt
that direct this avowal
which she had made,
and it had its effect.
The coroner softened a trifle
of his austerity,
and the juryman glanced at each other relieved.
But the weight of suspicion
against this young man was too heavy, and his manner had been too unfortunate for this effect
to last long.
Gladly, as many would have been, to credit this denial, if only for the name he bore,
and a certain fine aspect of gentlemanhood that surrounded him, in spite of his present
humiliation, it was no longer possible to do so without question, and he seemed to feel this
and do his best to accept the situation with patience.
An inquiry which was put to him at this time by a juryman
showed the existing state of feeling against him.
May I ask that individual, dryly interrogated,
why you came back to Sibley after having left it?
The response came clear and full.
Evidently the gravity of his position
had at last awakened the latent resources
of Mr. Hildrith's mind.
I heard of the death of this woman,
and my surprise caused me to return.
How did you hear of it?
Through the newspapers?
And were you surprised?
I was astounded.
I felt as if I had received the blow myself
and could not rest till I had come back
where I could learn the full particulars.
So then it was curiosity
that brought you to this inquest today.
It was.
The juryman looked at him astonished, so did all the rest.
His manner was so changed, his answer so prompt and ringing.
And what was it, broke in the coroner, that led you to register yourself at the hotel
under a false name?
I scarcely know was the answer, given with less fire and some show of embarrassment.
Perhaps I thought that, under the circumstances, it would be better for me.
not to use my own.
In other words, you were afraid, exclaimed the coroner,
with the full impressiveness of a somewhat weighty voice and manner.
It was a word to make the weakest of men's start.
Mr. Hildreth, who was conspicuous in his own neighborhood
for personal, if not for moral courage,
flushed till it looked as if the veins would burst on his forehead.
But he made no other reply than a proud and angry look,
and as short i was not aware of fear though to be sure i had no premonition of the treatment i should be called upon the suffer here to-day
the flash told the coroner sat as if doubtful and looked from man to man of the jury as if he would question their feelings on this vital subject meantime the full shame of his position settled heavier and heavier upon mr hildreth
His head fell slowly forward, and he seemed to be asking himself how he was to meet the possibly impending ignominy of a direct accusation.
Suddenly he drew himself erect, and a gleam shot from his eyes that for the first time revealed him as a man of latent pluck and courage.
Gentlemen, he began, looking first at the coroner and then at the jury.
You have not said you consider me guilty of this crime, but you evidently harbor the suspicion.
I do not wonder.
My own words have given me away, and any man would find it difficult to believe in my innocence
after what has been testified in this place.
Do not hesitate, then.
The shock of finding myself suspected of a horrible murder is past.
I am willing to be arrested.
Indeed, after what has taken place, I am not only willing, but the crime.
even anxious. I want to be tried, if only to prove to the world my complete and entire innocence.
The effect of this speech uttered at a moment so critical may be easily imagined.
All the impressible people present at once signified their belief in his honesty and gave him
looks of sympathy, if not approval, while the cooler and possibly the more judicious of his
auditors calmly weighed these assertions against the evidence that had been advanced,
and finding the result unsatisfactory shook their heads as if unconvinced, and weighed
it further developments. They did not come. The inquiry had reached its climax, and little,
if anything, more was left to be said. Mr. Hildreth was examined more fully,
and some few of the witnesses who had been heard in the early part of the day.
were recalled, but no new facts came to light, and no fresh inquiries were started.
Mr. Bird, who from the attitude of the coroner, could not fail to see, Mr. Hildreth was
looked upon with suspicion that would ultimately, and in arrest, decided that his interest
in the inquest was at an end, and being greatly fatigued, gave up his position at the window
and quietly stole away.
End of Chapter 9.
Section 10
of Hand and Ring by Anna Catherine Green.
This Librevox recording is in the public domain.
Chapter 10.
The Final Test
Men are born with two eyes, but with one tongue,
in order that they should see twice as much as they say.
Colton.
The fact was he wanted to think.
Detective, though he was,
was and accustomed to the bravado with which every sort of criminal will turn to to meet their fate
when fully driven to bay. There had been something in the final manner of this desperate but
evidently cultureed gentleman which had impressed him against his own will, and made him question
whether the suspected man was not rather the victim of a series of extraordinary circumstances
than the selfish and brutal criminal,
which the evidence given seemed to suggest.
Not that Mr. Bird ever allowed his generous heart
to blind him to the plain language of facts.
His secret, and not to be smothered doubts,
in another direction, were proof enough of this.
And had it not been for those very doubts,
the probabilities are that he would have agreed
with the cooler-headed portion of the crowd.
which listened unmoved to that last indignant burst of desperate manhood.
But with those doubts still holding possession of his mind,
he could not feel so sure of Mr. Hildrith's guilt,
and the struggle that was likely to ensue between his personal feelings on the one side
and his sense of duty on the other did not promise to be so light
as to make it possible for him to remain within eye and earshot
of an unsympathetic crowd if only the superintendent had not left it to my judgment to interfere thought he pacing the streets with ever increasing uneasiness the responsibility would have been shifted from my shoulders
and i would have left the young man to his fate in peace but now i would be criminally at fault if i were to let him drift hopelessly to his doom
when by a lift of my finger i might possibly turn the attention of justice toward the real culprit yet the making up of his mind to interfere was a torture to horace bird if he was not conscious of any love for imaging dare he was sufficiently under the dominion
of her extraordinary fascinations to feel that any movement on his part toward the unraveling of the mystery that enveloped her would be like subjecting his own self to the rack of public inquiry and suspicion
nor though he walked the streets for hours each moment growing more and more settled in his conviction of mr hildreth's innocence could he bring himself to the point of embracing the duty presented to him
till he had subjected miss dare to a new test and one for himself absolute certainty as to the fact of her possessing a clue to the crime which had not been discovered in the coroner's inquiry
the possibility of innocence on her part is even greater than on that of mr hildreth he considered and nothing not even the peril of those dearest to me could justify me in shifting the weight of suspicion from a guiltless man
to an equally guiltless woman.
It was therefore for the purpose of solving this doubt
that he finally sought Mr. Ferris,
and after learning that Mr. Hildreth was under surveillance
and would in all probability be subjected to arrest on the morrow
asked for some errand that would take him to Mr. Orcutt's house.
I have a great admiration for that gentleman
and would like to make his acquaintance, he remarked carelessly,
hiding his true purpose under, as usual, nonchalant tones.
But I do not want to see to be pushing myself forward,
so if you could give me some papers to carry to him
or some message requiring an introduction to his presence,
I should feel very much obliged.
Mr. Ferris, who had no suspicions of his own,
to assist him in understanding the motives that led to this request
easily provided the detective with the errand he sought.
Mr. Byrd at once started for the lawyer's house.
It was fully two miles away,
but once arrived there he was thankful
that the walk had been so long,
as the fatigue, following upon the activity of the afternoon,
had succeeded in quieting his pulses
and calming down the fierce excitement
which had held him under its control
ever since he had taken the determination to satisfy his doubts by an interview with Miss Dair.
Ringing the bell of the rambling old mansion that spread out its wide extensions through the vines and bushes
of an old-fashioned and most luxuriant garden, he waited the issue with beating heart.
A respectable-looking negro servant came to the door.
Is Mr. Orcut any asked, or if not, Miss Dyer, I have a little.
message from Mr. Ferris and would be glad to see one of them. This in order to ascertain
at a word if the lady was at home. Miss Dare is not in, was the civil response,
and Mr. Orcutt is very busily engaged. But if you will step into the parlor, I will tell
him you are here. Noe returned the disappointed detective, handing her the note he held in his
stand. If your master is busy, I will not disturb him. And, turning away, he went slowly
down the steps. If I only knew where she was gone, he muttered bitterly, but he did not
consider himself in a position to ask. Inwardly, chafing over his ill luck, Mr. Bird proceeded
with reluctant pace to regain the street. When hearing the gate suddenly click, he looked
up and saw advancing toward him a young gentleman of a peculiarly spruce and elegant appearance.
Ha, another visitor from Miss Dare, was the detective's natural inference, and with a sudden
movement he withdrew from the path and pause as if to light his cigar in the shadow of the thick
bushes that grew against the house.
In an instant the young stranger was on the stoop, another, and he had rung the bell
which was answered almost as soon as his hand dropped from the knob.
His Miss Daryin was the inquiry uttered in loud and cheery tones.
No, sir, she has spent in a few days with Miss Tremaine,
was the clear and satisfactory reply.
Shall I tell her you have been here?
No, I will call myself at Miss Tremains, rejoined the gentleman,
and with a gay swing of his cane,
and a cheerful look overhead, where the stars were already becoming,
becoming visible, he sauntered easily off, followed by the envious thoughts of Mr. Bird.
Miss Tremaine repeated the latter, musingly, who knows Miss Tremaine?
While he was asking himself this question, the voice of the young man rose melodiously
in a scrap of old song, and instantly Mr. Bird recognized, in the seeming stranger,
the well-known tenor singer from the church, he had himself a little.
attended the sunday before the gentleman too to whom he had been introduced by mr ferris and with whom he had exchanged something more than the passing civilities of the moment
to increase his pace overtake the young man recall himself to his attention and join him in his quick walk down the street was the work of a moment
the natural sequence followed mr bird made himself so agreeable that by the time they arrived at miss tremaynes the other felt loth to part with him and it resulted in his being urged to join this chance acquaintance in his call
nothing could have pleased mr bird better so waving for once his instinctive objection to any sort of personal intrusion he signified his acquiescence to the proposal and at once accompanied his new friend into the house of the unknown miss tremayne
he found it lit up as for guests all the rooms on the ground floor were open and in one of them he could discern a dashing and coquettish young miss holding court over a cluster of eager swains
i forgot exclaimed mr bird's companion whose name by the way was durrier it's miss tremayne's reception night she is the daughter of one of the professors of the high school he went on whispering his somewhat late explanations into the ear of mr bird
every thursday evening she throws her house open for callers and the youth of the academy are only too eager to avail themselves of the opportunity of coming here
well it is all the better for us miss dare despises boys and in all likelihood we shall have her entirely to ourselves a quick pang contracted the breast of mr bird if this easy almost rakeish fellow at his side
but knew the hideous errand which brought him to this house what a scene would have ensued but he had no time for reflection or even for that irresistible shrinking
from his own designs which he now began to experience before he realized that he was fully committed to this venture he found himself in the parlor bowing before the naive and laughing-eyed miss tremayne
who rose to receive him with all the airy graciousness of a finished coquette miss dare was not visible and mr bird was just wondering if he would be called upon to enter into a sustained conversation
with his pretty hostess when a deep rich voice was heard in the adjoining room and looking up he saw the stately figure he so longed and yet dreaded to encounter advancing toward them through the open door
she was very pale and to mr bird's eyes looked thoroughly worn out if not ill yet she bore herself with a steadiness that was evidently the result of her will
and manifested near the reluctance nor impatience when the eager mr durrier pressed forward with his compliments though from the fixedness of her gaze and the immobility of her lip
mr bird too truly discovered that her thoughts were far away from the scene of mirth and pleasure in which she found herself you see i have presumed to follow you miss dare was the greeting with which mr durrier hailed her approach
and he immediately became so engrossed with his gallantries that he forgot to introduce his companion mr bird was rather relieved at this
he was not yet ready to submit her to the test he considered necessary to a proper understanding of the situation and he had not the heart to approach her with any mere civility on his tongue while matters of such vital importance to her happiness if not to her honour
trembled in the balance he preferred to talk to miss tremaine and this he continued to do till the young fellows at his side one by one edged away leaving no one in that portion of the room but himself and miss termaine
mr durrier and miss dare the latter two stood together some few feet behind him and were discussing in a somewhat languid way the merits of a music-calfourer the matter of a music-calfielder and were discussing in a somewhat languid way
the merits of a musicale which they had lately attended they were approaching however and he felt that if he did not speak at once he might not have another opportunity for doing so during the whole evening
turning therefore to miss tremayne with more seriousness than her gay and totally inconsequent conversation had hitherto aloud he asked in what he meant to be a simply colloquial and courteous manner
if she had heard the news news she repeated no is there any news yes i call it news but perhaps you are not interested in the murder that has lately taken place in this town
Oh, yes, I am, she exclaimed, all eagerness at once, while he felt rather than perceived
that the couple at his back stood suddenly still, as if his words had worked their spell
over one heart there at least.
Papa knew Mrs. Clements very well.
The little lady proceeded with a bewitchingly earnest look.
Have they found their murderer, do you think?
Anything less than that would be no news to me.
There is every reason to suppose he began and stopped, something in the deadly silence behind him,
making it impossible for him to proceed.
Happily he was not obliged to.
An interruption occurred in the shape of a newcomer,
and he was left with that fatal last word on his lips to await the approach of that severely measured step behind him,
which by this time he knew was bringing the inscrutable mistare to his side.
Miss Dyer, allow me to present to you Mr. Bird, Mr. Bird, Mr. Bird, Miss Dayer.
The young detective bowed. With rigid attention to forms of etiquette,
he uttered the first few acknowledgments necessary to the occasion, and then glanced up.
She was looking him full in the face.
We have met before he was about to observe, but not detecting the least sign of recognition in her gaze,
restrained the words, and hastily dropped his eyes.
Mr. Durrier informs me you are a stranger in town, she remarked,
moving slowly to one side in a way to rid herself of that gentleman's two immediate presence.
Have you a liking for the place, or do you meditate any lengthy stay?
No, that is, he rejoined, somewhat shaken in his theories,
by the self-possession of her tone, and the ease and quiet,
with which she evidently prepared to enter into a sustained conversation.
I may go away tomorrow, and I may linger on for an indefinite length of time.
It all depends upon certain matters which will be termed for me tonight.
Sibley is a very pretty place he observed, startled at his own temerity in venturing the last remark.
Yes, the word came as if forced, and she looked at Mr.
Mr. Durrier.
Do you wish anything, Miss Dare, that gentleman suddenly asked,
you do not look well?
I am not well, she acknowledged.
No, thank you, she cried, as he pushed the chair toward her.
It is too warm here.
If you do not object, we will go into the other room.
And with a courteous glance, that included both gentlemen in its invitation,
she led the way into the adjoining apartment.
could it have been with the purpose of ridding herself of the assiduities of Mr. Durrier?
The room contained half a dozen or more musical people,
and no sooner did they perceive their favorite tenor approach,
than they seized upon him, and without listening to his excuses,
carried him off to the piano, leaving Mr. Byrd.
She seemed instantly to forget her indisposition.
drawing herself up till every queenly attribute she possessed flashed brilliantly before his eyes,
she asked, with sudden determination, if she had been right in understanding him to say
that there was news in regard to the murder of Mrs. Clemens, subduing by a strong inward effort,
every token of emotion which her own introduction of this topic naturally evoked,
He replied in his easiest tones,
Yes, there was an inquest held today,
and the authorities evidently think
they have discovered the person who killed her.
And obliging himself to meet halfway,
the fate that awaited him,
he bestowed upon the lady before him a casual glance
that hid beneath its easy politeness
the greatest anxiety of his life.
The test worked well,
from the pallor of sickness, grief, or apprehension, her complexion whitened to the deadlier hue of mortal terror.
Impossible her lips seemed to breathe, and Mr. Bird could almost fancy he saw the hair rise on her forehead.
Cursing in his heart the bitter necessity that had forced him into this duty, he was about to address her in a way calculated to break the spell,
occasioned by his last words,
when the rich and tuneful voice of the melodious singer
rose suddenly on the air,
and they heard the words,
Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken dear.
Though the herd have fled from thee,
thy home is still here.
Here still is the smile that no cloud can overcast,
and a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
instantly mr bird perceived that he should not be obliged to speak though the music or possibly the words struck her like a blow it likewise served to recall her to herself
dropping her gaze which had remained fixed upon his own she turned her face aside saying with forced composure this near contact with crime is dreadful then slowly and with a quietness that showed how great was her power of self-control
when she was not under the influence of surprise she inquired and who do they think this person is what name do they presume to associate with the murder of this woman
with something of the feeling of a surgeon who nerves himself to bury the steel in his patient's quivering flesh he gave his response unhesitatingly
a gentleman's i believe a young man connected with her in some strange way by financial interests a mr hildreth of toledo guvester hildreth i think they call him
it was not the name she expected he saw this by the relaxation that took place in all her features by the look of almost painful relief that flashed for a moment into the eyes she turned like lightning upon him
guvner hildreth she repeated and he knew from the tone that it was not only a different name from what she anticipated but that it was also a strange one to her i never heard of such a person she went on after a minute
during which the relentless mellow voice of the unconscious singer filled the room with a passionate appeal oh what was love made for if tis not the same
through joy and through sorrow through glory and shame that is not strange explained mr bird drawing nearer as if to escape the pursuing sweetness of the incongruous song he is not known in this town he only came here the morning
The unfortunate woman was murdered.
Whether he really killed her or not, he proceeded, with forced quietness,
no one can tell, of course, but the facts are very much against him,
and the poor fellow is under arrest.
What?
The word was involuntary, so was the tone of horrified surprise in which it was uttered.
But the music, now swelling to a crescendo, drowned both word and tone,
or so she seemed to fondly imagine, for making another effort at self-control,
she confined herself to a quiet repetition of his words, under arrest,
and then waited with only a suitable display of emotion for whatever further enlightenment
he chose to give her. He mercifully spoke to the point. Yes, under arrest. You see he was
in the house at or near the time. The deadly blow was struck.
He was in the front hall, he says, and nowhere near the woman or her unknown assailant.
But there is no evidence against anyone else, and the facts so far proved show he had an interest in her death,
and so he has to pay the penalty of circumstances.
And he may be guilty, who knows?
The young detective pursued, since she was struck with horror and dismay.
Dreadful as it is to imagine that a gentleman of culture and
breeding, could be brought to commit such a deed.
But she seemed to have ears for but one phrase of all this.
He was in the front hall, she repeated.
How did he get there?
What called him there?
He had been visiting the widow and was on his way out.
He paused to collect his thoughts, he said.
It seemed unaccountable.
Miss Dare, but the whole thing is strange and very mysterious.
She was death to his explanations.
do you suppose he heard the widow scream she asked trembling or the sinking of ringing tones whose powerful vibration had made this conversation possible caused her to pause
when the notes grew loud enough again for her to proceed she seemed to have forgotten the question she was about to propound and simply inquired had he anything to say about what he overheard or saw
no if he spoke to truth and stood in the hall as he said the sounds if sounds there were stopped short of the sitting-room door for he has nothing to say about them
the change passed over miss dare she dropped her eyes and an instant's pause followed this last acknowledgment will you tell me she inquired at last speaking very slowly in an attempt to infuse into her voice
no more than a natural tone of interest.
How it was he came to say he stood in that place during the assault.
He did not say he stood in that place during the assault
was again the forced rejoinder of Mr. Bird.
It was by means of a nice calculation of time and events
that it was found he must have been in the house at or near the fatal moment.
Another pause, another bar of that lovely music.
And he is a gentleman, you say,
was her hurried remark at last yes and a very handsome one and they have put him in prison yes or will on the morrow she turned and leaned against a window-frame near by looking with eyes that saw nothing into the still fast night
i suppose he has friends she faintly suggested two sisters if no one nearer and dearer thou hast called me thy angel in moments of bliss
and thy angel i'll be mid the horrors of this through the furnace unshrieking thy steps to pursue and shield thee and save thee or perish thereto rang the mellow song
i am not well she suddenly cried leaving the window and turning quickly toward mr bird i am much obliged to you said she lowering her voice to a whisper for the last note of the song was dying away
in a quivering pianissimo.
I have been deeply interested in this tragedy,
and am thankful for any information in regard to it.
I must now bid you good evening.
And with a stately bow into which she had fused,
the mingled courtesy and haughtiness of her nature,
she walked steadily away through the crowd
that vainly sought to stay her
and disappeared, almost without a pause,
behind the door that opened into the hall.
Mr. Bird remained a full half-hour after that,
but he could never tell what he did,
or with whom he conversed,
or how and when he issued from the house
and made his way back to his room in the hotel.
He only knew that at midnight he was still walking the floor
and had not yet made up his mind to take the step
which his own sense of duty now inexorably demanded.
end of chapter x section eleven of hand and ring by anna catherine green this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter eleven decision
who dares to say that he alone has found the truth longfellow the next morning mr ferris was startled by the appearance in his office of mr bird looking wretchedly anxious and ill
I have come, said the detective, to ask you what you think of Mr. Hildreth's prospects.
Have you made up your mind to have him arrested for this crime?
Yes, was a reply.
The evidence against him is purely circumstantial, but it is very strong.
And if no fresh developments occur, I think there can be no doubt about my duty.
Each and every fact that comes to light only strengthens the case against him.
when he came to be examined last night a ring was found on his person which he acknowledged to having worn on the day of the murder he took it off during the inquest murmured mr bird i saw him
it is said by hickory the somewhat questionable cognomen of your fellow detective from new york that the young man manifested the most intense uneasiness during the whole inquiry that in fact that in fact
his attention was first drawn to him by the many tokens of which he gave of suppressed agitation
and alarm. Indeed, Mr. Hickory at one time thought he should be obliged to speak to the
stranger in order to prevent a scene. Once Mr. Hildreth got up as if to go, and indeed, if he had
been less hemmed in by the crowd, there is every reason to believe he would have attempted
and escaped.
Is Hickory a man of good judgment, inquired Mr. Byrd anxiously?
Why, yes, I should say so.
He seems to understand his business.
The way he procured us the testimony of Mr. Hildreth was certainly satisfactory.
I wish that, without his knowing it, I could hear him give his opinion of this matter,
intimated the other.
Well, you can rejoin Mr. Ferris, after a quick and comprehensive
survey of Mr. Bird's countenance. I am expecting him here any moment, and if you see fit,
to sit down behind that screen, you can, without the least difficulty to yourself or him,
hear all he has to impart. I will then, the detective declared, a gloomy frown suddenly,
corrugating his brow, and he stepped across to the screen, which had been indicated to him,
and quietly withdrew from view.
He had scarcely done this when,
a short, quick step was heard at the door,
and a wide-awake voice called out, cheerily.
Are you alone, sir?
I, ejaculated Mr. Ferris.
Come in, come in.
I have been awaiting you for some minutes, he declared,
ignoring the look which the man threw hastily around the room.
Any news this morning?
No return.
and the other in a tone of complete self-satisfaction.
We've caged the bird and mustn't expect much more in the way of news.
I'm on my way to Albany now to pick up such facts about him
as may be lying around there loose,
and shall be ready to start for Toledo any day next week that you may think proper.
You are, then, convinced that Mr. Hildreth is undeniably the guilty party in this case,
exclaimed the district attorney, taken a whiff at his cigar.
Convinced, that is a strong word, sir.
A detective is never convinced, protested the man.
He leaves that for the judge and jury.
But if you ask me if there is any doubt about the direction
in which all the circumstantial evidence in this case points,
I must retort by asking you for a clue,
or the tag end of a clue, guiding me elsewhere.
I know he went on with the volubility of a man whose work has done, and who feels he has the right to a momentary indulgence in conversation,
that it is not an agreeable thing to subject the gentleman like Mr. Hildreth to the shame of a public arrest.
But facts are not partial, sir, and the gentleman has no more rights in law than the coarsest fellow that we take up for butchering his mother.
But you know all this without my telling you, and I only mention it, to excuse any obstinacy I may have manifested on the subject.
He is mightily cut up about it, he again proceeded, as he found Mr. Ferris forbore to reply.
I am told he didn't sleep a wink all night, but spent this time alternately in pacing the floor like a caged lion,
and in a wild sort of stupor that had some sort of a week.
something of the hint of madness in it.
If my grandfather had only known was the burden of his song,
and when one approached him, he either told them to keep their eyes off him
or else buried his face in his hands with an entreaty for them
not to disturb the last hours of a dying man.
He evidently has no hope of escaping the indignity of a rest,
and as soon as it was light enough for him to see,
he asked for paper and pencil.
They were brought him,
and a man stood over him while he wrote.
It proved to be a letter to his sisters
in joining them to believe in his innocence
and wound up with what was very much like an attempt
at a will, although it looks as if he meditated suicide,
and we have been careful to take from him
every possible means of his affecting his release in this way,
as well as set a strict, though secret watch upon him.
A slight noise took place behind the screen,
which at any other time Mr. Hickory would have been the first to notice and inquire into.
As it was, it had only the effect of unconsciously severing his train of thought
and starting him alertly to his feet.
Well, he said, facing the district attorney, with a cheerful vivacity,
any orders?
No respondent, Mr. Ferris.
A run down to Albany seems to be the best thing for you at present.
On your return, we will consult again.
Very well, sir.
I shall not be absent more than two days.
And, in the meantime, you will let me know if anything important occurs.
And handing over his new address, Hickory speedily took his leave.
Well, Mr. Bird, what do you think of him?
for reply mr bird stepped forth and took his stand before the district attorney as coroner treadwell informed you said he that the superintendent has left it to my discretion to interfere in this matter
if i thought that by doing so i could further the ends of justice yes was the language of the quick short nod he received very well continued the other you will pardon me then if i ask you to convey to mr hildreth the following message
that if he is guiltless of this crime he need have no fear of the results of the arrest to which he may be subjected that a man has interested himself in this matter
who pledges his word not to rest till he has discovered the guilty party and freed the innocent from suspicion what cried mr ferris astonished at the severe but determined bearing of the young man who up to this time
he had only seen under his lighter and more indifferent aspect you don't agree with this fellow then in his conclusions regarding mr hildreth
no sir hickory as i judge is an egotist he discovered mr hildreth and brought him to the notice of the jury therefore mr hildreth is guilty
and you i am open to doubt about it not that i would acknowledge it to any one but you sir why because if i work in this case at all or make any effort to follow up the clue which i believe myself to have received
it must be done secretly and without raising the suspicion of any one in this town i am not in a position as you know to work openly even if it were advisable to do so which it certainly is certainly not in a position as you know to work openly even if it were advisable to do so which it certainly is certainly
is not.
What I do must be accomplished under cover, and I ask you to help me in my self-imposed,
and by no means agreeable task, by trusting me to pursue my inquiries alone,
until such time as I assure myself, beyond a doubt, that my own convictions are just,
and that the man who murdered Mrs. Clemens is someone entirely separated from Mr.
Hildreth and any interests that he represents.
You are, then, going to take up this case?
The answer given was short,
but it meant the deliberate shivering of the faintest dream of love
that had ever visited Mr. Bird's imagination.
I am.
End of Chapter 11.
End of Book 1.
Section 12 of Hand and Ring by Anna Catherine Green.
This Librevox recording is in the public domain.
Book 2.
spider. Chapter 12 The Weaving of a Web
Thus far we run before the wind.
In the interview which Mr. Bird had held with the misdair, he had been conscious of omitting
one test which many another man in his place would have made. This was the utterance
of the name of him, whom he really believed to be the murderer of Mrs. Clements. Had he
spoken this name, had he allowed himself to breathe the words, Craig Mansell, into the ears of
this agitated woman, or even gone so far as to allude in the most careless way to the widow's
nephew, he felt sure his daring would have been rewarded by some expression on her part
that would have given him a substantial basis for his series to rest upon. But he had too much
natural chivalry for this.
His feelings as a man
got in the way of his instinct as a detective.
Nevertheless, he felt positive
that his suspicions in regard to this
nephew of Mrs. Clements were correct
and set about the task of fitting the facts to his theory
with all that settled and dogged determination
which follows the pursuit of a stern duty
unwillingly embraced.
Two points required instant settlement.
settling. First, the truth or falsehood of his supposition as to the identification of the person
confronted by Miss Dare in the Syracuse depot, with a young man described by Miss Furman
as the nephew of widow Clements. Secondly, the existence or non-existence of proof
going to show the presence of this person at or near the house of Mrs. Clemens during the
time of the assault.
But before proceeding to satisfy himself, in regard to these essentials, he went again to the widow's house,
and there spent an hour in a careful study of its inner and outer arrangements,
with a view to the formation of a complete theory as to the manner and method of the murder.
He found that in default of believing Mr. Hildreth is silent, one supposition was positively necessary.
and this was that the murderer was in the house when this gentleman came to it.
A glance at the diagram on the next page will explain why.
The house, as you will see, has but three entrances,
the front door at which Mr. Hildreth unconsciously stood guard,
the kitchen door, also unconsciously guarded during the critical moment
by the coming and going of the tramp through the yard and the dining-room door.
which though all to appearances, free from the surveillance of any eye,
was so situated in reference to the clock at which the widows stood when attacked,
that it was manifestly impossible for anyone to enter it and cross the room to the hearth
without attracting the attention of her eye, if not her ear.
To be sure, there was the bare possibility of his having come in by the kitchen door
after the departure of the tramp.
but such a contingency was scarcely worth considering.
The almost certain conclusion was that he had been in the house for some time
and was either in the dining-room when Mrs. Clemens returned to it
from her interview with Mr. Hildreth or else came down to it from the floor above
by means of the staircase that so strangely descended into that very room.
Another point looked equally clear the escape of the market
murderer, still in default of considering Mr. Hildreth as such must have been by means of one
of the back doors, and must have been in the direction of the woods. To be sure, there was a stretch
of uneven and marshy ground to be traveled over before the shelter of the trees could be reached,
but a person driven by fear could, at a pinch, travel it in five minutes or less,
and a momentary calculation on the part of Mr. Bird
suffice to show him that more time than this had elapsed
from the probable instant of the salt
to the moment when Mr. Ferris opened the side door
and looked out upon the swamp.
The dearth of dwellings on the left-hand side of the street,
and consequently the comparative immunity from observation
which was given to that portion of the house
which overlooked the swamp, made him conclude that this outlet from the dining-room had been the one made use of in the murderer's flight.
A glance down the yard to the broken fence that separated the widow's land from the boggy fields beyond
only tended to increase the probabilities of this supposition.
Anne, alert to gain for himself, that full knowledge of the situation necessary to a success
successful conduct of this mysterious affair, he hastily left the house and started across the
swamp, with the idea of penetrating the woods and discovering for himself what opportunity
they afforded for concealment or escape.
He had more difficulty in doing this than he expected.
The ground about the hillocks was half sunk in water, and the least slipped to one side invariably
precipitated him among the brambles that encumbered this spot.
Still he compassed his task in little more than five minutes,
arriving at the firm ground and its sturdy growth of beeches and maples,
well covered with mud, but so far thoroughly satisfied with the result of his efforts.
The next thing to be done was to search the woods,
not for the purpose of picking up clues.
It was too late for that.
but to determine what sort of a refuge they afforded and whether in the event of a man's desiring to penetrate them quickly many impediments would arise in the shape of tangled underground or loose lying stones
he found them remarkably clear so much so indeed that he travelled for some distance into their midst before he realized that he had passed beyond their borders
more than this he came ere long upon something like a path and following it emerged into a sort of glade where backed up against a high rock stood a small and seemingly deserted hut
it was the first object he had met with that in any way suggested the possible presence of man and advancing to it with cautious steps he looked into its open doorway nothing met his eye but an empty interior
and without pausing to bestow upon the building a further thought he hurried on through a path he saw opening beyond it till he came to the end of the wood
stepping forth he paused in astonishment instead of having penetrated the woods in a direct line he found that he had merely described the half-circle through them and now stood on a highway leading directly back into the town
likewise he was in full sight of the terminus of a line of horse-cars that connected this remote region of sibli with its business portion and though distant a good mile from the railway depot was to all intents and purposes
as near the means of escape as he would have been in the street in front of widow clement's house full of thoughts and inly wondering over the fatality that had confined the attention of the authorities
to the approach afforded by the lane to the utter exclusion of this more circuitous but certainly more elusive road of escape he entered upon the highway and proceeded to gain the horse-car he saw standing at the head of the road a few rods away
as he did so he for the first time realized just where he was the elegant villa of professor darling rising before him on the ridge that ran along
on the right-hand side of the road made it at once evident that he was on the borders of that choice an aristocratic quarter known as the west side
it was a new region to him and pausing for a moment he cast his eyes over the scene which lay stretched out before him he had frequently heard it said that the view commanded by the houses on the ridge was the finest in the town and he was not disappointed in it
as he looked across the verdant basin of marshy ground around which the road curved like a horseshoe he could see the city spread out like a map before him
so unobstructed indeed was the view he had of its various streets and buildings that he thought he could even detect amid the taller and more conspicuous dwellings the humble walls and newly shingled roof of the widow's cottage
but he could not be sure of this his eyesight was anything but trustworthy for long distances and hurrying forward to the car he took his seat just as it was about to start it carried him straight into town
and came to a standstill not ten feet from the railroad depot as he left it and betook himself back to his hotel he gave to his thoughts a distinct though inward expression
if he mused my suppositions in regard to this matter are true and another man than mr hildreth struck the fatal blow then i have just travelled over the selfsame route he took in his flight
but were suppositions true it remained for him to determine end of chapter twelve section thirteen of hand and ring by anna catherine green
this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter thirteen the fly like but oh how different wordsworth
the paper mill of harrison goodman and chamberlain was situated in one of the main thoroughfares of buffalo it was a large but otherwise unpretentious building and gave employment to a vast number of operatives mostly female
some of these latter might have been surprised and possibly a little fluttered one evening at seeing a well-dressed young gentleman standing at the gate as they came forth gazing with languid interest from one face to another as if he were on the lookout for some one of their number
but they would have been yet more astonished could they have seen him still lingering after the last one had passed watching with unabated patience the opening and shutting of the small side door devoted to the use of the fern
and such employees as had seats in the office it was mr bird and his purpose there at this time of day was to see and review the whole rank and file of the young men employed the young men employed in his own time of day was to see and review the whole rank and file of the young men employed the young men employed the first.
in the place, in the hope of being able to identify the nephew of Mrs. Clements by his supposed
resemblance to the person whose character of face and form had been so minutely described
to him.
For Mr. Bird, was a just man and a thoughtful one, and knowing this identification to be the
keystone of his lately formed theory, desired it to be complete and of no doubtful character.
he accordingly held fast to his position watching and waiting seemingly in vain for the dark powerful face and the sturdily built frame of the gentleman whose likeness he had attempted to draw in conjunction with that of miss dare
but though he saw many men of all sorts and kinds issue from one door or another of this vast building not one of them struck him with that sudden and unmistakable sense of familiarity
which he had a right to expect and he was just beginning to doubt if the whole framework of his elaborately formed theory was not destined to fall into ruins when the small door already alluded to opened once more
and a couple of gentlemen came out.
The appearance of one of them gave Mr. Bird a start.
He was young, powerfully built,
wore a large mustache,
and had a complexion of unusual swarthiness.
There was character, too, in his face,
though not so much as Mr. Bird had expected to see
in the nephew of Mrs. Clemens.
Still people differ about degrees of expression,
and to his informant,
this face might have appeared strong he was dressed in a business suit and was without an overcoat two facts that made it difficult for mr bird to get any assistance from the cut and color of his clothes
but there was enough in the general style and bearing of this person to make mr bird anxious to know his name he therefore took it upon himself to follow him a proceeding which brought him to the corner
just in time to see the two gentlemen separate and the especial one in whom he was interested step into a car he succeeded in getting his seat in the same car
and for some blocks had the pleasure of watching the back of the supposed mansell as he stood on the front platform with the driver then others got in and the detective's view was obstructed and presently he never could tell how it was
he lost track of the person he was shadowing and when the chance came for another sight of the driver and platform the young man was gone annoyed beyond expression mr bird went to a hotel and next day sent to the mill and procured the address of mr mansell
going to the place named he found it to be a very respectable boarding-house and chancing upon a time when more or less of the rooms were empty succeeded in procuring for himself an apartment there
so here he was a fixture in the house supposed by him to hold the murderer of mrs clements when the time for dinner came and with it an opportunity for settling the vexed question of mr mansell's identity not only with the man in the syracuse depot
but with the person who had eluded his pursuit the day before something of the excitement of the hunter in view of his game seized upon this hitherto imperturbable detective
and it was with difficulty he could sustain his usual role of fashionable indifference he arrived at the table before any of the other boarders and presently a goodly array of amiable matrons old and young gentlemen and pretty girls
came filing into the room and finally yes finally the gentleman whom he had followed from the mill the day before and whom he now had no head
hesitation in fixing upon as Mr. Mansell.
But the satisfaction occasioned by the settlement of this perplexing question
was dampened somewhat by a sudden and uneasy sense of being himself at a disadvantage,
why he should feel thus he did not know.
Perhaps the almost imperceptible change, which took place in that gentleman's face
as their eyes first met, may have caused the unlooked-for sensation.
Though why Mr. Mansell should change at the sight of one,
who must have been a perfect stranger to him,
was more than Mr. Bird could understand.
It was enough that the latter felt he had made a mistake
in not having dawned the disguise before entering this house,
and that, oppressed by the idea,
he withdrew his attention from the man he had made,
come to watch and fix it upon more immediate and personal matters.
The meal was half over, Mr. Bird, who, as a stranger of more than ordinary good looks
and prepossessing manners, had been placed by the obliging landlady between her own daughter
and a lady of doubtful attractions, was endeavoring to improve his advantages and make
himself as agreeable as possible to both of his neighbors, when he heard a lady near him say
aloud, he were late, Mr. Mansell, and looking up, in his amazement he saw entering the door,
well, in the presence of the real owner of this name, he wondered he could ever have fixed
upon the other man as the original of the person that had been described to him.
The strong face, the sombre expression, the Herculian frame were unique, and in the comparison,
which they inevitably called forth, made all other men in the room look dwarfed, if not
actually commonplace.
Greatly surprised at this new turn of affairs, and satisfied, that he at last had before
him the man who had confronted Miss Dare in the Syracuse Depot, he turned to the
his attention back to the ladies. He, however, took care to keep one ear open on the side
of the newcomer, in hope of gleaning from his style and manner of conversation some notion
of his disposition and nature. But Craig Mansell was at no time a talkative man, and at this
especial period of his career, was less inclined than ever to enter into the trivial debates or good-natured
repartee, that was the staple of conversation at Mrs. Hart's table.
So Mr. Burr's wishes in this regard were foiled.
He succeeded, however, in assuring himself, by a square look, into the other's face,
that to whatever temptation this man may have succumbed, or whatever crime he may have been
guilty, he was by nature neither cold, cruel, nor treacherous, and that the deadly blow, if dealt
by him was the offspring of some sudden impulse or violent abolition of temper, and was being repented
of with every breath he drew.
But this discovery, though it modified Mr. Burr's own sense of personal revolt against the man,
could not influence him in the discharge of his duty, which was to save another of less
interesting and perhaps less valuable traits of character from the consequences of a crime he had
never committed. It was, therefore, no more than just, that upon withdrawing from the table,
he should endeavor to put himself in the way of settling that second question, upon whose answer
in the affirmative depended the rightful establishment of his secret suspicions. That was,
whether this man was at or near the house of his aunt at the time when she was assaulted.
Mrs. Hart's parlors were always thrown open to her boarders in the evening.
There at any time, from seven to ten, you might meet a merry crowd of young people,
intent upon enjoying themselves, and usually highly successful in their endeavors to do so.
into this wrong Mr. Bird accordingly insinuated himself, and being of the sort to win instant
social recognition, soon found that he had to but make his choice in order to win for himself
that tte-to-te-te conversation from which he hopes so much. He consequently surveyed the company
with a critical eye and soon made up his mind as to which lady was the most affable in her
manners, and the least likely to meet his advances with haughty reserve.
And having won an introduction to her, sat down at her side with a stern determination
of making her talk about Mr. Mansell.
You have a very charming company here, he remarked.
The house seems to be filled with a most cheerful class of people.
Yes, was it not unlooked-for reply.
We are all merry enough, if we accept Mr. Mansell.
But, of course, there is excuse for him.
No one expects him to join in our sports.
Mr. Mansell, the gentleman who came in late for supper, repeated Mr. Bird,
with no suggestion of the secret satisfaction he felt at the immediate success of his scheme.
Yes, he is in great trouble, you know.
His nephew of the woman, who was killed a few days ago at Sibley, don't you remember?
the widow lady who was struck on the head by a man of the name of Hildreth,
and who died after uttering something about a ring,
supposed by many to be an attempt on her part to describe the murderer.
Yes, was a slow, almost languid response,
and a dreadful thing, too, quite horrifying in its nature.
And so this Mr. Mansell is her nephew.
He suggestively repeated,
it, odd. I suppose he has told you all about the affair.
He? Mercy. I don't suppose you could get him to say anything about it, to save your life.
He isn't of the talking sort, besides. I don't believe he knows any more about it than you or I.
He hasn't been the sibling. Didn't he go to the funeral?
No, he said he was too ill, and indeed he was shut up one whole day with a tear.
terrible sore throat. He is the heir, too, of all her savings, they say, but he won't go
to Sibley. Some folks think it's queer, but I—
Here her eyes wondered, and her almost serious look vanished in a somewhat coquettish smile.
Following her gaze with his own, Mr. Bird perceived a gentleman approaching. It was the one
he had first taken for Mr. Mansell.
beg pardon was the somewhat abrupt salutation with which this person advanced,
but they are proposing a game in the next room,
and Miss Clayton's assistance is considered absolutely indispensable.
Mr. Brown, first allow me to make you acquainted with Mr. Bird, said the light-hearted damsel,
with a gracious inclination.
As you are both strangers, it is well for you to know each other,
especially as I expect you to join in our games.
Thank you, protested Mr. Brown, but I don't play games.
Then seeing the deep bow of acquiescence,
which Mr. Bird was making, added,
with what appeared to be a touch of jealousy,
except under strong provocation,
and holding out his arm, offered to escort the young lady into the next room.
With an apologetic glance at Mr. Bird,
she accepted the attention proffered her and speedily vanished into the midst of the laughing group that awaited her.
Mr. Bird found himself alone.
Check number one, thought he, and he bestowed anything but an amiable benediction upon the man who had interrupted him in the midst of so promising a conversation.
His next move was in the direction of the landlady's daughter, who being somewhat shy,
favored a retired nook behind the piano they had been neighbors at the table and he could at once address her without fear of seeming obtrusive i do not see here a dark young gentleman whom you call mr mansell he remarked inquiringly
oh no he is in trouble a near relative of his was murdered in cold blood the other day and under the most aggravating circumstances haven't you heard about it she was a mrs clements and lived in sibli it was in all the papers
ah yes i remember about it very well and so he is her nephew he went on recklessly repeating himself in his determination to elicit all he could from these young and thoughtless misses
A peculiar-looking young man has the air of thoroughly understanding himself.
Yes, he is very smart, they say.
Does he never talk?
Oh, yes, that is.
He used to.
But since his aunt's death, we don't expect it.
He is very much interested in machinery and has invented something.
Oh, Clara, you're not going to sit here.
Interpose a reproachful voice of a saucy-eyed maiden,
who at this moment peeped around the corner of the piano.
We want all the recruits we can get, she cried,
with a sudden blush, as she encountered the glance of Mr. Bird.
Do come and bring the gentleman to,
and she slipped away to join that very Mr. Brown,
who by his importunities had been the occasion of the former interruption
from which Mr. Bird had suffered.
That man and I will quarrel yet was the mental exclamation with which the detective rose.
Shall we join your friends? asked he, assuming it unconcerned he was far from feeling.
Yes, if you please, was the somewhat timid, though evidently pleased, reply.
And Mr. Byrd noted down in his own mind, check number two.
The game was a protracted one.
Twice did he think to escape from the merry crowd he had entered, and twice did he fail to do so.
The indefagitable, Brown, would not let him slip, and it was only by a positive exertion
of his will that he finally succeeded in withdrawing himself.
I wish to have a word with your mother, he explained, in reply to the look of protests
with which Miss Hart honored his departure.
I hear she retires early,
so you will excuse me if I leave somewhat abruptly.
At Mrs. Hart's apartment he at once proceeded,
and by dint of his easy assurance
soon succeeded in leading her
as he had already done the rest
into a discussion of the one topic
for which she had an interest.
He had not time, however,
to glean much from her,
her for just as she was making the admission that mr mansell had not been home at the time of the murder a knock was heard at the door and with an affable bow and a short quick stare of surprise at mr bird
the ubiquitous mr brown stepped in and took a seat on the sofa with every appearance of intending to make a call at this third check mr purd was more than annoyed
rising however with the most amiable courtesy he bowed his acknowledgments to the landlady and without heeding her pressing invitation to remain and make the acquaintance of mr brown left the room and betook himself back
to the parlors.
He was just one minute too late.
The last of the boarders had gone upstairs, and only an empty room met his eyes.
He had once to send it to his own apartment.
It was on the fourth floor.
There were many other rooms on this floor, and for a moment he could not remember which
one was his own door.
At last, however, he felt sure it was the third one from the stairs, and going to it
gave a short knock in case of a mistake and hearing no reply opened it and went in the first glance assured him that his recollection had played him false and that he was in the wrong room the second was that he was in that of mr mansell
the sight of the small model of a delicate and intricate machine that stood in full view on the table before him would have been sufficient assurance of this fact even if the inventor himself had been absent
but he was there seated at a table with his back to the door and his head bowed forward on his arms he presented such a picture of misery or despair that mr bird felt his sympathies touched in spite of himself
and hastily stumbling backward was about to confusedly withdraw when a doubt struck him as to the condition of the deathly still and somewhat pallid figure before him
and stepping hurriedly forward he spoke the young man's name and failing to elicit a response laid his hand on his shoulder with an apology for disturbing him and an inquiry as to how he felt
the touch acted where the voice had failed leaping from his partly recumbent position craigmansell faced the intruder with indignant inquiry written in every line of his white and determined
face.
To what do I owe this intrusion, he cried, his nostrils expanding and contracting with
an anger that proved the violence of his nature when aroused.
First of my carelessness, responded Mr. Bird, and secondly, but there he paused,
for the first time in his life perhaps absolutely robbed of speech.
His eye had fallen upon a picture that the other held, clutched in his vigorous,
right hand.
It was a photograph of imaging Dyer, and it was made conspicuous by two heavy black lines,
which had been relentlessly drawn across the face in the form of a cross.
Secondly, he went on, after a moment, resolutely tearing his gaze away from this
startling and suggestive object, to my fears, I thought you looked ill and could not forbear
making an effort to reassure myself that all was right.
Thank you, ejaculated the other in a heavy,
weariful tone. I am perfectly well,
and with a short bow he partially turned his back,
with a distinct intimation that he desired to be left alone.
Mr. Bird could not resist this appeal,
glad as he would have been, for even a moment's conversation with this man,
he was, perhaps, unfortunately, too much of a gentleman to press himself forward against
the expressed wishes, even of a suspected criminal.
He accordingly withdrew to the door, and was about to open it and go out when it was flung
violently forward, and the ever-obtrusive Brown stepped in.
The second intrusion was more than unhappy Mr. Mansell could stand, striding passionately
forward, he met the unblushing brown at full tilt, and angrily pointing to the door,
asked if it was not the custom of gentlemen to knock before entering the room of strangers.
I beg pardon, said the other, backing across the threshold with a profuse display of confusion.
I had no idea of its being a stranger's room.
I thought it was my own.
I was sure that my door was a third from the stairs.
Excuse me, excuse me, and he bustled noisily out.
This precise reproduction of his own train of thought and action
confounded Mr. Bird.
Turning with a deprecatory glance
at the perplexed and angry occupant of the room,
he said something about not knowing the person
who just left them, and then,
conscious that a further contemplation
of the stern and suffering countenance before him,
would unnerve him for the duty he had to perform hurriedly withdrew.
End of Chapter 13.
Section 14 of Hand and Ring by Anna Catherine Green.
This Libravox recording is in the public domain.
Chapter 14.
The last attempt.
When fortune means to men most good,
she looks upon them with a threatening eye.
King John
The sleep of Horace Bird that night
was anything but refreshing.
In the first place,
he was troubled about this fellow Brown,
whose last impertinence
showed he was a man to be watched,
and, if possible, understood.
Secondly, he was haunted by a vision
of the unhappy youth he had just left,
seeing again and again,
both in his dreams,
and in the rush of heated fancies,
which followed his awake,
that picture of utter despair which the opening of his neighbor's door had revealed.
He could not think of that poor mortal as sleeping.
Whether it was the result of his own sympathetic admiration from his stare
or of some subtle clairvoyance bestowed upon him by the darkness and stillness of the hour,
he felt assured that the quiet watch, it interrupted by his careless importunity,
had been again established, and that if he had been,
could tear down the partition, separating their two rooms, he should see the bowed form and
buried face crouched despairingly above the disfigured picture.
The depths of human misery and the maddening passions that underlie all crime has been
revealed to him for the first time, perhaps, in all their terrible suggestiveness, and he
asked himself over and over as he tossed on his uneasy pillow if he possessed a
the needful determination to carry on the scheme he had undertaken in the face of the unreasoning
sympathies which the phantomless misery of this young man had aroused under the softening influence of the night he answered no
but when the sunlight came and the full flush of life with its restless duties and common necessities awoke within him he decided yes
mr mansell was not at the breakfast-table when mr bird came down his duties at the mill were preemptory and he had already taken his coffee and gone
but mr brown was there and at the sight of him mr bird's caution took alarm and he bestowed upon this intrusive busy body a close and searching scrutiny
it however elicited nothing in the way of his own enlightenment beyond the fact that this fellow total stranger though he seemed was for some inexplicable reason an enemy to himself or his plans
not that mr brown manifested this by any offensive token of dislike or even of mistrust on the contrary he was excessively polite and let slip no opportunity for dragging mr bird into the conversation
yet for all that a secret influence was already at work against the detective and he could not attribute it to any other source than the jealous efforts of this man
miss hart was actually curt to him and in the attitude of various persons about the board he detected a certain reserve which had been entirely absent from their manner the evening before
but while placing as he thought do wait upon this fellow's animosity he had no idea to what it would lead till he went upstairs mrs hart who had hitherto treated him with the utmost cordiality
now called him into the parlor and told him frankly that she would be obliged to him if he would let her have his room to be sure she qualified the seeming harshness of her request by an intimation
that a permanent occupant had applied for it and offered the payest board at the hotel till he could find a room to suit him in another house but the fact remained that she was really in a flutter to rid herself of him and no subterfuge could hide it
and mr bird to whose plans the full confidence of those around him was essential found himself obliged to acquiesce in her desires and announced at once his willingness to depart
instantly she was all smiles and overwhelmed him with overtures of assistance but he courteously declined her help and flying from her apologies with what speed he could went immediately to his room
here he sat down to deliberate the facts he had gleaned despite the interference of his unknown enemy were three first that cranked mansell had found excuses for not attending the inquest or even the funeral of his murdered aunt
secondly that he had a strong passion for invention and had even now the model of a machine on hand and third that he was not at home
wherever else he may have been on the morning of the murder in sibli a poor and meager collection of insignificant facts thought mr bird too poor and meager to avail much in stemming the tide threatening to overwhelm guv'n governor hildreth
but what opportunity remained for making them weightier he was turned from the house that held the few persons from whom he could hope to glean more complete and satisfactory information
and he did not know where else to seek it unless he went to the mill and this was an alternative from which he shrank as it would in the first place necessitate a revelation of his real character and secondly
make known the fact that mr mansell was under the surveillance of the police if not in the actual attitude of a suspected man a quick and hearty sure you are very good sir utterword
uttered in the hall without roused him from his meditations and turned his thoughts in a new direction what if he could learn something from the servants he had not thought of them this girl now whose work constantly carried her into the various rooms on this floor
would of course know whether mr mansell had been away on the day of the murder even if she could not tell the precise time of his return at all events
It was worthwhile to test her with a question or two before he left,
even if he had to resort to the means of spurring her memory with money.
His failure in other directions did not necessitate a failure here.
He accordingly called her in, and showing her a bright silver dollar,
asked her if she thought it good enough pay for a short answer to a simple question.
To his great surprise, she blushed and drew back
shaking her head and muttering that her mistress didn't like to have the girls talk to the young man about the house and finally going off with the determined toss of her frowsy head that struck mr bird aghast
and made him believe more than ever that his evil star hung in the ascendant and that the sooner he quit the house the better in ten minutes he was in the street
but one thing now remained for him to do he must make the acquaintance of one of the mill owners or possibly an overseer or an accountant and from him learn where mr mansell had been at the time of his aunt's murder
to this duty he devoted the day but here also he was met by unexpected difficulties though he took pains to disguise himself before proceeding to the mill all the endeavors which he made
to obtain an interview there with any responsible person were utterly fruitless whether his ill-luck at the house had followed him to this place he could not tell but for some reason or other there was not one of the gentlemen
for whom he inquired but had some excuse for not seeing him and worn out at last with repeated disappointments if not oppressed by the doubtful looks he received from the various subordinates who carried his messages
he left the building and proceeded to make use of the only means now left to him of compassing his end this was the visit mr goodman the one member of the firm who was not at his post that day
and see if from him he could gather the single fact he was in search of perhaps the atmosphere of distrust with which i am surrounded in this quarter has not reached this gentleman's house thought he
and having learned from the directory where the house was he proceeded immediately to it his reception was by no means cordial mr goodman had been ill the night before and was in no mood to see strangers
mansell he coolly repeated in acknowledgment of the other's inquiry as to whether he had a person of that name in his employ yes our bookkeeper's name is mansell
may i ask and here mr bird felt himself subjected to a thorough if not severe scrutiny why you come to me with inquiries concerning him because the determined detective responded adopting at once the
bold course, you can put me in possession of a fact which it eminently benefits the cause of
justice to know. I am an emissary, sir, from the district attorney at Sibley, and the point
I went settled is where Mr. Mansell was on the morning of the 26th of September.
This was business, and the look that involuntarily leaped into Mr. Goodman's eye proved that he
considered it so. He did not otherwise betray his feelings, however, but turning quietly toward a chair,
into which he slowly settled himself before replying, and why do you not ask the gentleman himself
where he was? He probably would be quite ready to tell you. The inflection he gave to these
words warned Mr. Bird to be careful. The truth was Mr. Goodman was Mr. Mansell's best friend,
and as such had his own reasons for not being especially communicative in his regard to this stranger.
The detective vaguely felt this, and immediately changed his manner.
I have no doubt of that, sir, he ingenuously answered,
but Mr. Mansell has had so much to distress him lately that I was desirous of saving him from the unpleasantness,
which such a question would necessarily call.
It is only a small matter, sir, a person it is not essential to state whom, has presumed
to raise the question among the authorities in Sibley as to whether Mr. Mansell, as heir of the poor
Mrs. Clements' small property, might not have had some hand in her dreadful death.
There was no proof to sustain the assumption, and Mr. Mansell was not even known to have been
in the town on or after the day of her murder.
But Justice, having listened to the aspersion,
felt bound to satisfy itself of its falsity,
and I was sent here to learn where Mr. Mansell was upon that fatal day.
I find he was not in Buffalo.
But this does not mean he was in Sibley.
I am sure that, if you will, you can supply me with facts
that will lead to a complete and satisfactory alibi for him.
But the hard caution of the other was not to be moved.
I'm sorry, said he,
but I can give you no information in regard to Mr. Mansell's travels.
You will have to ask the gentleman himself.
You did not send him out on business of your own then?
No.
But you knew he was going?
Yes.
And can you tell me when he can't?
came back. He was in his place on Wednesday. The cold, dry nature of these replies,
convinced Mr. Bird that something, more than the sullen obstinacy of an uncommunicative man,
lay behind this determined reticence. Looking at Mr. Goodman inquiringly, he calmly remarked,
You are a friend of Mr. Mansell? The answer came quickly and coldly. He is a constant visitor at my house.
Mr. Bird made a respectful bow.
You can, then, have no doubts of his ability to prove an alibi.
I have no doubts concerning Mr. Mansell, was a stern and uncompromising reply.
Mr. Bird at once felt he had received his dismissal,
but before making up his mind to go, he resolved upon one further effort,
calling to his aid his full power of acting.
He slowly shook his head with a thoughtful air, and presently murmured half aloud,
and half, as it were, to himself.
I thought, possibly, he might have gone to Washington.
Then, with a casual glance at Mr. Goodman added,
He is an inventor, I believe.
Yes, was again the laconic response.
Has he not a machine at present, which he desires to bring to the notice of some capitalist?
I believe he has, was the forced and none too amiable answer.
Mr. Bird at once leaned confidingly forward.
Don't you think he asked, that he may have gone to New York,
to consult with someone about this pet hobby of his?
It would certainly be a natural thing for him to do,
and if only I knew it was so, I could go back to Sibley with an easy conscience.
His disinterested air, and the time of his time of his time.
tone of kindly concern which he had adopted seemed at last to produce its effect on his
companion.
Relaxing a trifle of his austerity, Mr. Goodman went so far as to admit that Mr. Mansell
had told him that business connected with his patent had called him out of town, but beyond
this he would allow nothing, and Mr. Bird baffled in his attempts to elicit from this man
any distinct acknowledgment of Mr. Mansell's whereabouts at the critical time of Mrs. Clement's death made a final bow and turned toward the door.
It was only at this moment he discovered that Mr. Goodman and himself had not been alone in the room.
That curled up in one of the window seats was a little girl of some ten or twelve years of age,
who at the first tokens of his taking his departure
slipped shyly down to the floor and ran before him out into the hall.
He found her by the front door when he arrived there.
She was standing with her hand on the knob
and presented such a picture of childish eagerness,
tempered by childish timidity,
that he involuntarily paused before her with a smile.
She needed no further encouragement.
oh sir i know about mr mansell she cried he wasn't in that place you talk about for he wrote a letter to papa just the day before he came back and the postmark on the envelope was monteth i remember because it was the name of the man who made our big map
and looking up with the eager zeal which marks the liking of very little folks for some one favorite person among their grown acquaintances she added earnestly i do hope you won't let them say anything bad about mr mansell he is so good
and without waiting for a reply she ran off her curls dancing her eyes sparkling all her innocent little form alive with the joy of having done a kindness
as she thought for her favorite Mr. Mansell.
Mr. Bird, on the contrary, felt a strange pang
that the information he had sought for so long
and vainly should come at last from the lips of an innocent child.
Monteth, as you remember, was the next station to Sibley.
End of Chapter 14.
this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter fifteen the end of a torturous path thus bad begins and worse remains behind hamlet
the arrest of mr hildreth had naturally quieted public suspicion by fixing attention upon a definite point so that when mr bird returned to sibley he found that he could pursue whatever inquiry
he chose, without awakening the least mistrust that he was on the lookout for the murder of Mrs.
Clements. The first use he made of his time was to find out of Mr. Mansell, where any man,
answering to his description, had been seen to take the train from the Sibley station on the
afternoon or evening of the fatal Tuesday. The result was unequivocal. No such person had
been seen there, and no such person was believed to have been at the station at any time during
that day. This was his first disappointment. He next made the acquaintance of the conductors
on that line of street cars, by means of which he believed Mr. Mansell to have made his escape,
but with no better result. Not one of them remembered having taken up, of late, any passenger
from the terminus of the appearance described by Mr. Bird.
And this was his second disappointment.
His next duty was obviously to change his plan of action
and make the town of Monteth the center of his inquiries.
But he hesitated to do this
till he had made one other visit to the woods
in whose recesses he still believed the murderer
to have plunged immediately upon dealing the fatal blow.
He went by the way of the street railroad, not wishing to be again seen crossing the bog,
and arrived at the hut in the center of the glade, without meeting anyone or experiencing the least adventure.
This time he went in, but nothing was to be seen save bare logs,
a rough hearth where fire had once been built and the rudest sort of bench and table.
And hurrying forth again, he looked at a rough hear of the ruffer,
doubtfully up and down the glade in pursuit of some hint to guide him in his future researches.
Suddenly he received one.
The thick wall of foliage, which at first glance revealed, but the two outlets already traversed
by him, showed upon close inspection a third path, opening well behind the hut, and leading,
as he soon discovered, in an entirely opposite direction from that which had taken him.
to the west side.
Merely stopping to cast one glance at the sun,
which was still well overhead,
he sat out on this new path.
It was longer and much more intricate than the other.
It led through hollows and up steeps.
And finally, out into an open blackberry patch
where it seemed to terminate.
But a close study of the surrounding bushes
soon disclosed signs of a narrow
and thread-like passage,
curving about a rocky steep.
Entering this,
he presently found himself drawn again
into the woods,
which he continued to traverse
till he came to a road
cut through the heart of the forest
for the use of the lumberman.
Here he paused.
Should he turn to the right or left?
He decided to turn to the right,
keeping in the road,
which was rough with stones,
where it was not marked
with the hoofs of both horses and cattle, he walked for some distance.
Then he emerged into open space again and discovered that he was on the hillside overlooking
Monteth, and that by a mile or two's further walk over the highway that was dimly to be described
at the foot of the hill, he would reach the small station devoted to the uses of the quarrymen
that worked in this place.
There was no longer any further doubt that this route and not the other had been the one taken by Mr. Mansell on that fatal afternoon.
But he was determined not to trust any further to mere surmises.
So hastening down the hill, he made his way in the direction of the highway, meaning to take the walk alluded to,
and to learn for himself what passengers had taken the train at this point on the Tuesday afternoon.
so often mentioned.
But a barrier rose in his way.
The stream which he had barely noticed in the quick glance
he threw over the landscape from the brow of the hill,
separated with quite a formidable width of water,
the hillside from the road,
and it was not till he wandered back for some distance along its banks
that he found a bridge.
The time thus lost was considerable,
but he did not think of it, and when, after a long and weary tramp,
he stepped upon the platform of the small station.
He was so eager to learn if he had correctly followed the scent
that he forgot to remark that the road he had taken
was anything but an easy or feasible one for a hasty escape.
The accommodation trains, which alone stop at this point,
had both passed, and he found the station master at leisure.
a single glance into his honest and intelligent face convinced the detective that he had a reliable man to deal with he at once commenced his questions
do many persons beside the quarryman take the train at this place asked he not many was the short but sufficiently good-natured rejoinder i guess i could easily count them on the fingers of one hand he laughed
you would be apt to notice then if a strange gentleman got on board here at any time would you not guess so not often troubled that way but sometimes sometimes
can you tell me whether a young man a very dark complexion heavy moustache and a determined if not excited expression took the cars here for bonte say any day last week
i don't know mused a man dark complexion you say large moustache let me see no dandy mr bird carefully explained but a strong man who believes in work he was possibly in a state of somewhat nervous hurry he went on suggestively
and if he wore an overcoat at all it was a gray one the face of the man lighted up i seemed to remember said he did he have a very bright blue eye and a high color
mr bird nodded and did he carry a peculiarly shaped bag of which he was very careful i don't know said mr bird but remembering the model added with quick assurance
i have no doubt he did which seemed to satisfy the other for he at once cried i recollect such a person very well i noticed him before he got to the station as soon in fact as he came in sight
He was walking down the highway and seemed to be thinking of something.
He's of the kind to attract attention.
What about him, sir?
Nothing.
He was in trouble of some kind, and he went from home without saying where he was going.
And his friends are anxious about him.
That is all.
Do you think you could swear to his face if you saw it?
I think I could.
He was the only stranger that got on to the cars that afternoon.
Do you remember then the day?
Well, no, now I don't.
But Kanshu, if you try,
wasn't there something done by you that day,
which will assist your memory?
Again that slow, let me see,
showed that the man was pondering.
Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and exclaimed,
You might be a lawyer's clerk now, mightn you,
or perhaps a lawyer himself.
I do remember that a large load of stone,
was sent off that day and a minute's look at my book it was tuesday he presently affirmed mr bird drew a deep breath there is sadness mixed with the satisfaction of such a triumph
i am much obliged to you he said in acknowledgment of the others trouble the friends of this gentleman will now have little difficulty in tracing him there is but one thing further i should like to make sure of
and taking from his memorandum book the picture he kept concealed there he showed him the face of mr mansell now altered to a perfect likeness and asked him if he recognized it
the decided yes which he received made further questions unnecessary end of chapter fifteen section sixteen of hand and ring by anna catherine green this librivox recalls
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Chapter 16. Storm.
Oh, my offenses rank. It smells to heaven. It hath the primal eldest curse upon it.
Hamlet. A day had passed. Mr. Bird, who no longer had any reason to doubt that he was
upon the trail of the real assailant of the widow Clemens had resolved upon a third
visit to the woods, this time, with the definite object of picking up any clue, however,
trifling, in support of the fact that Craig Mansell had passed through the glade behind his
aunt's house. The sky when he left the hotel was one vast field of blue, but by the time
he reached the terminus of the car route, stepped out upon the road leading to the woods, dark clouds
had overcast the sun, and a cool wind replaced the quiet zephyrs, which had all day fanned
the brilliant autumn foliage. He did not realize the condition of the atmosphere, however,
and proceeded on his way, thinking more of the person he had just perceived, issuing from the doorway
of Professor Darling's lofty mansion, then of the low mutterings of distant thunder,
that now and then disturbed the silence of the woods,
or of the ominous brazen tint,
which was slowly settling over the huge bank of clouds
that filled the northern sky.
For that person was Miss Dyer,
and her presence here, or anywhere near him at this time,
must of necessity awaken the most painful train of thought.
But, though unmindful of the storm,
he was dimly conscious of the darkness
that was settling about him.
Quicker and quicker grew his pace,
and at last he almost broke into a run
as the heavy pall of a large black cloud
swept up over the zenith
and wiped from the heavens
the last remnant of blue sky.
One drop fell than another,
than a slow, heavy patter
that bent double the leaves they fell upon
as if a shower of lead had descended
upon the heavily writhing forest.
The wind had risen, too, and the vast aisles of that clear and beautiful woods thundered
with a swaying of boughs and the crash here and there of an old and falling limb,
but the lightning delayed.
The blindness, or most abstracted man, could be ignorant no longer of what all this turmoil meant.
Stopping in the path along, which he had been speeding, Mr. Bird glanced before him
and behind, in a momentary calculation of distances, and deciding he could not regain the
terminus before the storm burst, pushed on toward the hut.
He reached it, just as the first flash of lightning darted down through the heavy darkness,
and was about to fling himself against the door when something was at the touch of an invisible
hand, where the crash of awful thunder, which at this instant plowed up the silence of the
forest and woke a pandemonium of echoes about his head, stopped him. He never knew. He only realized
that he shuddered and drew back with a feeling of great disinclination to enter the low building
before him, alone. And that presently taken advantage of another loud crash of falling boughs,
he crept around the corner of the hut and satisfied his doubts by looking into the small square window opening to the west.
He found there was ample reason for all the hesitation he had felt.
A man was sitting there, who, at the first glimpse, appeared to him to be none other than Craig Mansell.
But reason soon assured him that this could not be, though the shape the adamanty,
attitude, that old attitude of despair which he remembered so well was so startling like
that of the man whose name was uppermost in his thoughts that he recoiled in spite of himself.
A second flash swept blindingly through the woods. Mr. Bird advanced his head and took another
glance at the stranger. It was Mr. Mansell. No other man would sit so quiet and unmoved
during the rush and clatter of a terrible storm.
Look, not a hair on his head has stirred,
not a movement has taken place
in the hands clasped so convulsively beneath his brow.
He is an image, a stone,
and would not hear, though the roof fell in.
Mr. Bird himself forgot the storm
and only queried what his duty was
in the strange and surprising emergency.
but before he could come to any definite conclusion he was subjected to a new sensation a stir that was not the result of the wind or the rain had taken place in the forest before him a something
he could not tell what was advancing upon him from the path he had himself travelled so short a time before and its step if step it were shook him with a vague apprehension that made him dread to lift his eyes
but he conquered the unmanly instinct and merely taking the precaution to step somewhat further back from view looked in the direction of his fears
and saw a tall firmly built woman whose grandly poised head held high in defiance of the gale the lightning and the rain proclaimed her to be none other than imogene dare
it was a juxtaposition of mental moral and physical forces that almost took mr bird's breath away he had no doubt whom she had come to sea or to what sort of trist he was about to be made an unwilling witness
but he could not have moved if the blast then surging through the trees had uprooted the huge pine behind which he had involuntary drawn at the first impression he had received of her approach
He must watch that white face of her slowly evolve itself from the surrounding darkness,
and he must be present when the dreadful bolts swept down from heaven,
if only to see her eyes in the flare of its ghostly flame.
It came while she was crossing the glade, fierce, blinding, more vivid and searching
than at any time before.
It flashed down through the cringing boughs, and like a mantle of her.
a fire enveloped her form, throwing out its every outline and making of the strong and beautiful
face an electric vision which Mr. Bird was never able to forget.
A sudden swoop of wind followed, flinging her almost to the ground, but Mr. Bird knew
from that moment that neither wind nor lightning, not even the fear of death, would stop
this woman if once she was determined upon any course.
dreading the next few moments inexpressibly yet forcing himself as a detective to remain at his post though every instinct of his nature rebelled mr bird drew himself up against the side of the low hut and listened
her voice rising between the mutterings of thunder and the roar of the ceaseless gale was plainly to be heard craik mansell said she in a strained time
tone, that was not without its severity. You sent for me, and I am here. Ah, this was her mode of greeting,
was it? Mr. Bird felt his breath come easier, and listened, for the reply, with intensest interest.
But it did not come. The low rumbling of the thunder went on, and the wind howled through the
gruesome forest, but the man she had addressed did not speak.
Craig, her voice still came from the doorway where she had seemingly taken her stand.
Do you not hear me?
A stifled groan was the sole reply.
She appeared to take one step forward but no more.
I can understand, said she, and Mr. Bird had no difficulty in hearing her words,
though the turmoil overhead was almost deafening.
Why the restlessness of despair?
Should drive you into seeking this interview, I have long to see you, too.
If only to tell you that I wish Heaven's thunderbolts had fallen upon us both on that day
when we sat and talked of our future prospects and—
A lurid flash cut short her words.
Strange and awesome sounds awoke in the air above,
and the next moment a great branch fell crashing down upon the roof of the hut.
hut, beating in one corner, and sliding dense heavily to the ground, where it lay, with all its
quivering leaves uppermost, not two feet from the doorway where this woman stood.
A shriek, like that of a lost spirit, went up from her lips.
I thought the vengeance of heaven had fallen, she gasped, and for a moment not a sound was
heard within or without the hut, save that low flutter.
of the disturbed leaves it is not to be she then whispered with a return of her old calmness that was worse than any shriek murder is not to be avenged thus
then shortly a dark and hideous line of blood is drawn between you and me craik mansell i cannot pass it and you must not for ever and forever and forever but that does not hinder me from wishing to help you
and so i ask in all sincerity what it is you want me to do for you to-day a response came this time show me how to escape the consequences of my act were his words uttered in a low and muffled voice
she did not answer at once are you threatened she inquired at last in a tone that proved she had drawn one step nearer to the bowed form and hidden face of the person she addressed
my conscience threatens me was the almost stifled reply again the heavy silence all the more impressive that the moments before had been so prolific of heaven's most terrible noises
you suffer because another man is forced to endure suspicion for a crime he never committed she whisperingly exclaimed only a groan answered her and the moments grew heavier and heavy
heavier, more and more oppressive, though the hitherto accompanying outcries of the forest
had ceased, and a faint lightning of the heavy darkness was taking place overhead.
Mr. Bird felt the pressure of the situation so powerfully.
He drew near to the window he had hitherto avoided and looked in.
She was standing afoot behind the crouched figure of the man, between whom and herself
she had avowed a line of blood to be drawn.
As he looked, she spoke.
Crake said she, and the deathless yearning of love,
spoke in her voice at last.
There is but one thing to do.
Expeate your guilt by acknowledging it.
Save the innocent from unmerited suspicion,
and trust to the mercy of God.
It is the only advice I can give you.
I know no other road to peace.
If I did, she stopped, choked by the terror of her own thoughts.
Crake, she murmured at last, on the day I hear of your having made this confession,
I vow to take an oath of celibacy for life.
It is the only recompense I can offer for the misery and sin
into which our mutual mad ambitions have plunged you,
and subduing with a look of inexpressible anguish,
an evident longing to lay her hand in final caress upon that bended head.
She gave him one parting look, and then, with a quick shudder, hurried away,
and buried herself amid the darkness of a wet and shivering woods.
End of Chapter 16.
Section 17 of Hand and Ring by Anna Catherine Green.
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Chapter 17 A Surprise
Season your admiration for a while
Hamlet
When all was still again
Mr. Bird advanced from his place of concealment
And softly entered the hut
Its solitary occupant sat as before
With his head bent down upon his clasped hands
But at the first sound of Mr. Bird's approach
He rose and turned
The shock of the discovery which followed sent the detective reeling back against the door.
The person who faced him with such quiet assurance was not Craig Mansell.
End of Chapter 17.
Section 18 of Hand and Ring by Anna Catherine Green.
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Chapter 18.
A brace of detectives.
have this fellow no feeling of his business hamlet no action whether foul or fair is ever done but it leaves somewhere a record long fellow
so there are two of us i thought as much when i first set eyes upon your face in buffalo this exclamation uttered in a dry and musing tone woke mr bird from the stupor into which this astonishing discovery had thrown him
advancing upon the stranger who in size shape and coloring was almost the facsimile of the person he had so successfully represented mr bird looked him
scrutinizingly over.
The man bore the ordeal with equanimity.
He even smiled.
You don't recognize me, I see.
Mr. Bird at once recoiled.
Ah, cried he, you are that jack-in-the-box, brown.
Alias Frank Hickory at your service.
This name, so unexpected, called up a flush of mingled surprise
and indignation to Mr. Bird's cheek.
I thought he began.
Don't think interrupted the other.
Who, when excited, affected laconicism?
No.
Then, with affability, proceeded,
You are the gentleman.
He paid that much deference to Mr. Bird's air and manner,
who I was told might lend me a helping hand in this Clemens' affair.
I didn't recognize you before, sir.
Wouldn't have stood in your way if I had.
though to be sure I did want to see this matter through myself.
I thought I had the right, and I've done it, too, as you must acknowledge,
if you have been present in this terrible place very long.
This self-satisfied, if not boastful illusion to a scene,
in which this strange being had played, so unworthy, if not unjustifiable, apart,
sent a thrill of revulsion through Mr. Bird.
drawing hastily back with an instinct of dislike he could not conceal, he cast a glance through
the thicket of trees that spread beyond the open door, and pointedly asked,
Was there no way of satisfying yourself of the guilt of Craig Mansell, except by an acting of farce,
that may lead to the lifelong remorse of the woman out of whose love you have made a trap?
a slow flush the first possibly that had visited the hearty cheek of this thick-skinned detective for years crept over the face of frank hickory
i don't mean she shall ever know he sullenly protested kicking at the block upon which she had been sitting but it was a mean trick he frankly enough admitted the next moment
if i hadn't been the tough old hickory not that i am i couldn't have done it i suppose the storm too made it seem a bit trifling but-well well he suddenly interjected in a more cheerful tone tis too late now for you may be a bit trifling but-well well he suddenly interjected in a more cheerful tone tis too late now for
for tears and repentance.
The thing is done and can't be undone.
And at all events,
I reckon we are both satisfied now,
as the who killed widow Clements.
Mr. Bird could not resist a slight sarcasm.
I thought you were satisfied in that regard before, said he.
At least I understood that at a certain time,
you were very positive it was Mr. Hildreth.
So I was, the fellow good-naturedly-el-lawful,
loud, so I was. The byways of a crime like this are dreadful dark and uncertain.
It isn't strange that a fellow gets lost sometimes, but I got a jog on my elbow that sent me
into the right path, said he, as perhaps you did too, sir, huh?
Not replying to this latter insinuation, Mr. Bird quietly repeated.
You got a jog on your elbow? When may I ask?
Three days ago, just was the emphatic reply, and from whom?
Instead of replying, the man leaned back against the wall of the hut,
and looked at his interlocutor in silence.
Are we going to join hands over this business he cried at last?
Or are you thinking of pushing your way on alone,
after you have got from me all that I know?
The question took Mr. Bird by surprise.
He had not thought of this.
the future, he was as yet too much disturbed by his memories of the past.
To hide his discomforture, he began to pace the floor in operation,
which his thoroughly wet condition, certainly made advisable.
I have no wish to rob you of any glory you may hope to reap from the success of the
plot you have carried on here today, he presently declared, with some bitterness.
But if this Craig Mansell is concerned,
guilty, I suppose it is my duty to help you in the collection of all suitable and proper
evidence against him.
Then, said the other, who had been watching him, with rather an anxious eye, led us to work,
and sitting down on the table, he motioned to Mr. Bird to take a seat upon the block
at his side.
But the latter kept up his walk.
Hickory surveyed him for a moment in silence, then he said,
You must have something against this young man, or you wouldn't be here.
What is it?
What first set you thinking about Craig Mansell?
Now this was a question, Mr. Bird, could not and would not answer.
After what had just passed in the hut, he felt it impossible to mention to this man
the name of Imogene Dayer in connection with that of the nephew of Mrs. Clements.
He therefore waved the other's interrogation and remembered,
marked. My knowledge was rather the fruit of surmised than fact. I did not believe in the guilt
of Governor Hildred, and was so forced to look about me for someone whom I could conscientiously suspect.
I fixed upon this unhappy man in Buffalo, how truly your own suspicions, unfortunately, reveal.
And I had to have my wits started by a horrid old woman, murmured the evidently abashed Hickory,
Horrid old woman, repeated Mr. Bird, not Sally Perkins.
Yes, a sweet one, isn't she?
Mr. Bird shuddered.
Tell me about it, said he, coming and sitting down in the seat
the other had previously indicated to him.
I will, sir, I will.
But first, let's look at the weather.
Some folks would think it just as well for you to change that toagery of yours.
what do you say to going home first and talking afterward i suppose it would be wise admitted mr bird looking down at his garments whose decidedly damp condition he had scarcely noticed in his excitement
and yet i hate to leave this spot till i learn how you came to choose it as the scene of the tragic comedy you haven't acted here to-day and what position it is likely to occupy in the testimony
which you have collected against this young man.
Wait, then, said the bustling fellow,
till I build you the least bit of a fire, to warm you.
It won't take but a minute, he averred,
piling together some old sticks that cumbered the heart,
and straight away setting a match to them.
See, isn't that pleasant?
And now, just cast your eye at this, he continued,
drawing a comfortable-looking flask out of his pipe,
pocket and handing it over to the other with a dry laugh.
Isn't this pleasant?
And he threw himself down on the floor and stretched out his hands to the blaze,
with a gusto which the dreary hour he had undoubtedly passed,
made perfectly natural, if not excusable.
I thank you, said Mr. Bird.
I didn't know I was so chilled, and he, too, enjoyed the warp.
And now he pursued after a moment, go on, let us have the thing out at once.
But the other was in no hurry.
Very good, sir, he cried, but first, if you don't mind, suppose you tell me what brought
you to this hut today.
I was on the lookout for clues.
In my study of the situation, I decided that the murderer of Mrs. Clements escaped,
not from the front, but from the back of the house.
Taking the path I imagined him to have trod, I came upon this hut.
It naturally attracted my attention, and today I came back to examine it more closely
in the hope of picking up some signs of his having been here, or at least having passed through
the glade on his way to the deeper woods.
And what if you had succeeded in this, sir?
What if some token of his presence had rewarded your search?
I should have completed a chain of proof of which only this one link is lacking.
I could have shown how, Craig Mansell fled from this place on last Tuesday afternoon, making
his way through the woods to the highway and thence to the quarry station at Monteth, where
he took the train which carried him back to Buffalo.
You could show me how.
Mr. Bird explained himself more definitely.
Hickory at once rose.
I guess we can give you the link, he dryly remarked.
At all events, suppose you just step here
and tell me what conclusion you draw
from the appearance of this pile of brush.
Mr. Bird advanced
and looked at a small heap of hemlock
that lay in a compact mass in one corner.
I have not disturbed it pursued the other.
It is just as it was when I found it.
looks like a pillow declared mr bird has been used for such i am sure for see the dust in this portion of the floor lies lighter than elsewhere
you can almost detect the outline of a man's recumbent form he went on slowly leaning down to examine the floor more closely as for the boughs they have been cut from the tree with a knife and lifting up a sprig
He looked at it, then passed it over to Hickory, with a meaning glance that directed attention
to one or two short hairs of dark brown color that were caught in the rough bark.
He did not even throw his pocket-handkerchief over the heap before lying down, he observed.
Mr. Hickory smiled.
You are up in your business, I see, and drawing his new colleague to the table,
he asked him what he saw there.
At first sight, Mr. Bird exclaimed nothing, but in another moment he picked up an infinitesimal
chip from between the rough logs that formed the top of the somewhat rustic piece of furniture
and turning it over in his hand, pronounced it to be a piece of wood from a lead pencil.
Here are several of them, remarked Mr. Hickory, and what is more, it is easy to tell just to color the pencil
from which they were cut.
It was blue.
That is so assented Mr. Bird.
Quarrymen, charcoal burners, and the like,
are not much in the habit of sharpening pencils, suggested Hickory.
Is the pencil now to be found in the pocket
of Mr. Mansell a blue one?
It is.
Have you anything more to show me? asked Mr. Bird.
Only this responded the other,
taking out of his pocket,
the torn-off corner of a newspaper.
I found this blowing about under the bushes out there, said he.
Look at it, and tell me from what paper it was torn.
I don't know, said Mr. Bird, none that I'm acquainted with.
You don't read the Buffalo Courier?
Oh, is this?
A corner from the Buffalo Courier.
I don't know, but I mean the find out.
If it is, and the date proves to be correct,
we won't have much trouble about the little link will we mr bird shook his head and they again crouched down over the fire and now what did you learn in buffalo inquire the persistent hickory
not much acknowledged mr bird the man brown was entirely too ubiquitous to give me my full chance neither at the house nor at the mill was i able to glean anything beyond an admission for
from the landlady that Mr. Mansell was not at home at the time of his aunt's murder.
I couldn't even learn where he was on that day or where he had ostensibly gone.
If it had not been for the little girl of Mr. Goodman.
Ah, I had no time to go to that house, interjected the other suggestively.
I should have come home as wise as I went, continued Mr. Bird.
She told me that on the day before Mr. Manzell,
returned, he wrote to her father from Montaith, and that settled my mind in regard to him.
It was pure luck, however.
The other laughed long and loud.
I didn't know I did it up so well, he cried.
I told the landlady, you are a detective or acted like one, and she was very ready to take
the alarm, having, as I judge, a motherly liking for her young boarder.
Then I took Mrs. Chamberlain and Harrison into my
confidence and having got from them all the information they could give me told them there was evidently another man on the track of this man's cell and warned them to keep silence till they heard from the prosecuting attorney and sibley
but i didn't know who you were or at least i wasn't sure or as i said before i shouldn't have presumed the short dry laugh with which he ended this explanation had not ceased when mr bird observed
you have not told me what you gathered in buffalo much quoth hickory reverting to his favorite laconic mode of speech first that mansell went from home on monday the day the day
before the murder for the purpose, as he said, of seeing a man in New York about his wonderful invention.
Secondly, that he never went to New York, but came back the next evening, bringing his model
with him and looking terribly used up and worried. Thirdly, that to get this invention
before the public had been his pet aim and effort for a whole year, that he believed in it
as you do in your bible and would have given his heart's blood if it would have done any good to start the thing and prove himself right in his estimate of its value the money to do this was all that was lacking
no one believing in him sufficiently to advance him to five thousand dollars considered necessary to build the machine and get it in working order that in short he was a fanatic on the subject and often said he would be willing to die within the year
if he could first prove to the unbelieving capitalists whom he had vainly impertuned for assistance the worth of the discovery he believed himself to have made fourthly
but what is it you wish to say sir five thousand dollars is just the amount widow clemens is supposed to leave him remarked mr bird precisely was the short reply and fourthly suggested the former
fourthly he was in the mill on wednesday morning where he went about his work as usual until some one who knew his relation to mrs clemens looked up from the paper he was reading and in pure thoughtlessness cried
So they have killed your aunt for you, have they?
A barbarous jest that caused everybody near him to start in indignation.
But which made him recoil, as if one of these thunderbolts we have been listening to this afternoon,
had fallen at his feet.
And he didn't get over it, Hickory went on.
He had to beg permission to go home.
He said the terrible news had made him ill,
and indeed he looked sick enough,
and continued to look sick enough for days.
He had letters from Sibley and an invitation to attend the inquest
and be present at the funeral services, but he refused to go.
He was threatened with diphtheria, he declared,
and remained away from the mill until the day before yesterday.
Someone I don't remember who says he went out of town the very Wednesday
he first heard the news.
but if so he could not have been gone long,
for he was at home Wednesday night,
sick in bed, and threatened, as I have said, with diphtheria.
Fifthly,
Well, Fifthly,
I'm afraid of your criticisms, laughed the rough detective.
Fifthly is the result of my poking about among Mr. Mansell's traps.
Ah, frowned the other, with a vivid remembrance of that picture.
of Miss Dare, with its beauty blotted out by the ominous black lines.
You are too squeamish for a detective, the other declared.
Guess you're kept for the fancy business, huh?
The look Mr. Bird gave him was eloquent.
Go on, said he.
Let us hear what lies behind your fifthly.
Love returned the man.
Locked in the drawer of this young gentleman's table,
I found some half-dozen letters, tied with.
the black ribbon. I knew they were written by a lady, but squeamishness is not a fault of
mine, and so I just allowed myself to glance over them. They were from Miss Dare, of course,
and they revealed the fact that love, as well as ambition, had been a mode of power in
determining this Mansell to make a success out of his invention.
leaning back, the now self-satisfied detective looked at Mr. Bird.
The name of Miss Dare, he went on, brings me to the point from which we started.
I haven't yet told you what old Sally Perkins had to say to me.
No rejoined Mr. Bird.
Well, continued the other, poking with his foot the dying embers of the fire,
till it started up into a fresh blaze.
the case against this young fellow wouldn't be worth very much without that old crone's testimony i reckon but with it i guess we can get along let us hear said mr bird
the old woman is a wretch hickory suddenly broke out she seems to gloat over the fact that a young and beautiful woman is in trouble she actually trembled with eagerness and she told her story if i hadn't been rather anxious
myself, to hear what she had to say, I could have thrown her out the window. As it was,
I let her go on. Duty before pleasure, you see. Duty before pleasure. But her story persisted
Mr. Bird, letting some of his secret irritation betray itself. Well, her story was this. Monday
afternoon, the day before the murder, you know, she was up in these very woods hunting for
witch hazel. She had got her.
her arms full and was going home across the bog when she suddenly heard voices being of a curious disposition like myself i suppose she stopped and seeing just before her young gentleman and lady sitting on an old stump crouched down in the shallow of a tree
with the harmless intent no doubt of amusing herself with her conversation it was more interesting than she expected and she really became quite tragic and she related her story to me
i cannot do justice to it myself and i shan't try it is enough that the man whom she did not know and the woman whom she immediately recognized as miss dare were both in a state of great indignation
that he spoke of selfishness and obstinacy on the part of his aunt and that she in the place of rebuking him replied in a way to increase his bitterness
and led him finally to exclaim i cannot bear it to think that with just the advance of the very sum she proposes to give me some day i could make her fortune and my own and when you all in one breath
it is enough to drive a man mad to see all that he craves in this world so near his grasp and yet have nothing not even hope to comfort him
and at that it seems they both rose and she who had not answered anything to this struck the tree before which they stood with her bare fist and murmured a word or so which the old woman couldn't catch but which was evidently something to the effect which was evidently something to the affair
that she wished she knew, Mrs. Clemens.
For Mansell, of course it was he, said, in almost the same breath.
And if you did know her, what then?
A question which elicited no reply at first, but which finally led her to say,
Oh, I think that, possibly, I might be able to persuade her.
All this, the detective went on, old Sally related, with the greatest force,
but in regard to what followed she was not so clear.
Probably they interrupted their conversation
with some lovers by-play,
for they stood very near together,
and he seemed to be earnestly pleading with her.
Do take it, old Sally, heard him say,
I shall feel as if life held some outlook for me
if you will only gratify me in this respect.
But she answered,
No, it is a little.
is of no use. I am as ambitious as you are, and fate is evidently against us.
And put his hand back, when he endeavored to take hers, but finally yielded so far as to give
it to him for a moment, though she immediately snatched it away, again crying, I cannot,
you must wait till to-morrow. And when he asked why to-morrow, she answered, a night
has been known to change the whole current of a person's affairs.
To which he replied, true, and looked thoughtful, very thoughtful,
as he met her eyes, and saw her rays at white hand of hers,
and strike the tree again with a passionate force that made her fingers bleed.
And she was right, concluded the speaker, that night, or if not that night,
the next twenty-four hours, did make a change,
as even old Sally Perkins observed.
Widow Clemens was struck down,
and Craig Mansell became the possessor
of the $5,000 he so much wanted
in order to win for himself
of fortune and a bride.
Mr. Bird, who had been sitting,
with his face turned aside during this long recital,
slowly rose to his feet.
Hickory said he,
and his tone had an edge of suppressed feelings in it,
that made the other start don't ever let me hear you say in my presence that you think this young and beautiful woman was the one to suggest murder to this man for i won't hear it
and now he continued more calmly tell me why this babbling old wretch did not enliven the inquest with her wonderful tale it would have been a fine offset to the testimony of miss firman
she said she wasn't fond of coroners and had no wish to draw the attention of twelve of her own town folk upon herself she didn't mean to commit herself with me pursued hickory rising also
she was going to give me a hint of the real state of affairs or rather set me working in the right direction as this little note which she tucked under the door of my room at the hotel will show
but i was too quick for her and had her by the arm before she could shuffle down the stairs it was partly to prove her story was true and not a romance made up for the occasion that i'd lured this woman here this afternoon
you are not as bad a fellow as i thought mr bird admitted after a momentary contemplation of the other's face if i might only know how you managed to effect this interview
nothing easier i found him looking over the scraps of paper which mansell had thrown into the waste-paper basket in buffalo the draft of a note which she had written to miss dare under an impulse which she afterward probably regretted
it was a summons to their usual place of trist at or near this hut and though unsigned was of a character as i thought to effect its purpose i just sent it to her that's all
The nonchalance with which this was said completed Mr. Bird's astonishment.
You are a worthy disciple of grace, he asserted, leading the way to the door.
Think so, exclaimed the man, evidently flattered at what he considered a great compliment.
Then shake hands, he cried, with a frank appeal, Mr. Bird, found it hard to resist.
Ah, don't you want to, he somewhat ruefully declared.
Will it change your feelings, any?
if I promise to ignore what happened here today, my trick with Miss Dair and what she revealed,
and all that.
If it will, I swear, I won't even think of it any more if I can help it.
And at all events, I won't tattle about it, even to the superintendent.
It shall be a secret between you and me, and she won't know, but what it was her lover,
she talked to after all.
You are willing to do all this.
inquired Mr. Bird.
Willing and ready, cried the man.
I believe in duty to one's
superiors, but duty doesn't always
demand one to tell everything he knows.
Besides, it won't be necessary, I imagine.
There is enough against this poor fellow without that.
I fear so, ejaculated Mr. Bird.
Then it is a bargain, said Hickory.
Yes, and Mr. Bird held out his hand.
The rain had now seen.
and they prepared to return home. Before leaving the glade, however, Mr. Bird ran his eye
over the other's person and apparel, and in some wonder, inquired,
How do you fellows ever manage to get up such complete disguises? I declare,
you look enough like, Mr. Mansell, in the back, to make me doubt even now, who I'm
talking to. Oh, laughed the other, it's easy enough. It's my specialty, you see.
and one in which I am thought to excel.
But to tell the truth,
I hadn't much to contend with in this case.
In build, I am famously like this man,
as you must have noticed,
when you saw us together in Buffalo.
Indeed, it was our similarity in this respect
that first put the idea of personifying him into my head.
My complexion had been darkened already,
and, as for such success,
accessories, hair, voice, manner, dress, etc., a five-minute study of my model was sufficient
to prime me up in all that, enough at least, to satisfy the conditions of an interview which
did not require me to show my face.
But you did not know when you came here that you would not have to show your face, persisted
Mr. Bird, anxious to understand how this man dared risk his reputation on an undertaking
of this kind.
No, and I did not know,
that the biggest thunderstorm of the season
was going to spring up
and lend me its darkness
to complete the illusion I had attempted.
I only trusted my good fortune
and my wits, he added.
With a droll, demourness,
both had served me before,
and both were likely to serve me again,
and say she had detected me in my little game,
what then?
Women like her don't babble.
there was no reply to make to this and mr bird's thoughts being thus carried back to emmogene dare and the unhappy revelations she had been led to make he walked on in a dreary silence his companion had sufficient discretion not to break
end of chapter eighteen section nineteen of hand and ring by anna catherine green this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter nineteen mr ferris
which of you have done this macbeth what have we here tempest mr ferris sat in his office in a somewhat gloomy frame of mind there had been bad news from the
jail that morning. Mr. Hildreth had attempted suicide the night before and was now lying in a
critical condition at the hospital. Mr. Ferris himself had never doubted this man's guilt.
From Hildreth's first appearance at the inquest, the district attorney had fixed upon him
as the murderer of Mrs. Clements, and up to this time he had seen no good and substantial
reason for altering his opinion.
even the doubts expressed by mr bird had moved him but little mr bird was an enthusiast and naturally enough shrank from believing a gentleman capable of such a crime
but the other detective's judgment was unsuade and he considered hildreth guilty it was not astonishing then that the opinion of mr ferris should coincide with that of the older and more experienced man
but the depths of despair or remorse which led mr hildreth to this desperate attempt upon his own life had struck the district attorney with dismay
though not overly sensitive by nature he could not help feeling sympathy for the misery that had prompted such a deed and while secretly regarding this unsuccessful attempt at suicide has an additional proof of guilt he could not forbear satisfying himself
by a review of the evidence elicited at the inquest that the action of the authorities in arresting this man had been both warrantable and necessary the result was satisfactory in all but one point when he came to the widow's written accusation against one by the name of guviner hildreth he was impressed by a fact that had hitherto escaped his notice this was the yellowness of the paper
upon which the words were written.
If they had been transcribed a dozen years before,
they would not have looked older,
nor would the ink have presented a more faded appearance.
Now, as the suspected man,
was under twenty-five years of age,
and must, therefore, have been a mere child
when the paper was drawn up,
the probability was that the guviner intended
was the prisoner's father,
their names being identical.
but this discovery while it robbed the affair of its most dramatic feature could not affect in any serious way the extreme significance of the remaining real and compromising facts which told so heavily against this unfortunate man
indeed the well-known baseness of the father made it easier to distrust the son and mr ferris had just come to the conclusion that his duty compelled him to draw up an indictment of the would-be suicide when the door opened
and mr bird and mr hickory came in to see these two men in conjunction was a surprise to the district attorney he however had no time to express himself on the subject for mr bird's
stepping forward, immediately remarked,
Mr. Hickory and I have been in consultation, sir,
and we have a few facts to give you that we think will alter your opinion
as to the person who murdered Mrs. Clemens.
Is that so, cried Mr. Ferris,
looking at Hickory with a glance indicative of doubt.
Yes, sir, exclaimed that not easily abashed individual
with an emphasis decided enough
to show the state of his feelings on the subject.
after i last saw you a woman came in my way and put into my hand so fresh and promising a clue that i dropped the old scent at once and made instiner for the new game but i soon found i was not the only sportsman on this trail
before i had taken a dozen steps i ran upon this gentleman and finding him true grit struck up a partnership with him that has led to our bringing down the quarry together
hunk quoth the district attorney some very remarkable discoveries must have come to light to influence the judgment of two such men as yourselves
you are right rejoined mr bird in fact i should not be surprised if this case proved to be one of the most remarkable on record it is not often that equally convincing evidence of guilt is found against two men having no apparent connection
and you have collected such evidence we have and who is the person you consider equally open to suspicion with mr hildreth crake mansell mrs clemens nephew
the surprise of the district attorney was as mr hickory in later days remarked nuts to him the solemn nature of the business he was engaged upon never disturbed this hearty detective's sense of the ludicrous
and he indulged in one of his deepest chuckles as he met the eye of mr ferris one never knows what they're going to run upon in a chase of this kind do they sir he remarked with the greatest cheerfulness
mr mansell is no more of a gentleman than mr hildreth yet because he is the second one of his cast who has attracted our attention you are naturally very much surprised
but wait till you hear what we have to tell you i am confident you will be satisfied with our reasons for suspecting this new party and he glanced at mr bird who seeing no cause for delay proceeded to unfold before the district attorney
the evidence they had collected against mr mansell it was strong telling and seemingly conclusive as we already know and awoke in the mind of mr ferris
the greatest perplexity of his life it was not simply the facts urged against mr mansell were of the same circumstantial character and of almost the same significance as those already urged against mr hildreth
but that the association of miss dare's name with this new theory of suspicion presented difficulties if it did not involve consequences calculated to make any friend of mr orcut quail
and mr ferris was such a friend and he knew very well the violent nature of the shock which this eminent lawyer would experience at discovering the relations held by this trusted woman toward a man suspected of a crime
then miss dare herself was this beautiful and cherished woman hitherto believed by all who knew her to be set high above the reach of reproach to be dragged down from her pedestal and submitted to the curiosity of the rabble if not to its insinuations and reproach
it seemed hard even to this stern dry searcher among dead man's bones it seemed both hard and bitter and yet because he was an honest man he had no thought of paltering with his duty
he could only take time to make sure what that duty was he accordingly refrained from expressing any opinion in regard to mr mansell's culpability to the two detectives and finally dismissed them
without any special orders but a day or two after this he sent for them again and said since i have seen you i have considered with due carefulness the various facts presented to me in support of your belief that craig mansell is the man who assailed the whittle clements
and have weighed them against the equally significant facts pointing toward mr hildreth as the guilty party and find but one length lacking in the former chain of evidence which is not lacking in the latter and that is this mrs clemens
in one or two lucid moments which returned to her after the assault gave utterance to an exclamation which many think was meant to serve as a guide in determining the person of her murderer
she said ring as mr bird here will doubtless remember and then hand as if she wished to fix upon the minds of those about her that the hand uplifted against her wore a ring
at all events such a conclusion is plausible enough and led to my making an experiment yesterday which has for ever set the matter at rest in my own mind
i took my stand at the huge clock in her house just in the attitude she was supposed to occupy when struck and while in this position ordered my clerk to advance upon me from behind
with his hands clasped about a stick of wood which he was to bring down within an inch of my head this was done and while his arm was in the act of descending
i looked to see if by a quick glance from the corner of my eye i could detect the broad seal ring i had previously pushed upon his little finger i discovered that i could that indeed
it was all of the man which i could distinctly see without turning my head completely around the ring then is an important feature in this case a link without which any chain of evidence forged for the express purpose of connecting a man with this murder
must necessarily remain incomplete and consequently useless but amongst the suspicious circumstances brought the bear against mr mansell had discerned no token of connection between him and any such article
while we all know that mr hildreth not only wore a ring on the day of the murder but considered the circumstances so much in his own disfavor that he slipped it off his finger when he began to see the shadow of suspicion falling upon him
you have then forgotten the diamond i picked up from the floor of mrs clement's dining-room on the morning of the murder suggested mr bird with great reluctance
no answered the district attorney shortly but miss dare distinctly avowed that ring to be hers and you have brought me no evidence as yet to prove her statement false
if you can supply such proof or if you can show that mr mansell had that ring on his hand when he entered mrs clement's house on that fatal morning another fact which by the way rests as yet upon inference only i shall consider the case again
against him, as strong as that against Mr. Hildreth, otherwise not.
But Mr. Bird, with a vivid remembrance before him, of Miss Dair's looks and actions,
in the scene he had witnessed between her and the supposed Mansell in the hut,
smiled with secret bitterness over this attempt of the district attorney to shut his eyes
to the evident guiltiness of this man.
Mr. Ferris saw this smile and instantly became irritated.
I do not doubt any more than yourself, he resumed, in a changed voice,
that this young man allowed his mind to dwell upon the possible advantages which might
accrue to himself if his aunt should die.
He may even have gone so far as to meditate the commission of a crime to ensure these
advantages. But whether the crime which did indeed take place the next day in his aunt's
house was the result of his meditations, or whether he found his own purpose forestalled
by an attack made by another person, possessing no less interest than himself, and seeing this
woman dead, is not determined by the evidence you bring. Then you do not favor his arrest,
inquired Mr. Byrd? No. The vigorous measure.
which were taken, in Mr. Hildrith's case, and the unfortunate event to which they have led,
are terrible enough to satisfy the public craving, after excitement for a week at least.
I am not fond of driving men to madness myself, and unless I can be made to see that my duty
demands a complete transferral of my suspicions, from Hildreth to Mansell, I could advise
nothing more than a close but secret surveillance of the latter's movement.
until the action of the grand jury determines whether the evidence against Mr. Hildreth is sufficient
to hold him for trial. Mr. Bird, who had such solid, if private and uncommunicable, reasons
for believing in the guilt of Craig Mansell, was somewhat taken back at this unlooked-for decision
of Mr. Ferris, and remembering the temptation which a man like Hickory must feel, to make his cause good at all hazards,
cast a sharp look toward the blunt-spoken detective, in some doubt, as to whether he could
be relied upon, to keep his promise in the face of this manifest disappointment.
But Hickory had given his words, and Hickory remained firm, and Mr. Bird, somewhat relieved
in his own mind, was about to utter his acquiescence in the district attorney's views
when a momentary interruption occurred, which gave him an opportunity to exchange a few words
aside with his colleague.
Hickory, he whispered, what do you think of this objection which Mr. Ferris makes?
I was a hurried reply, oh, I think there is something in it.
Something in it?
Yes, Mr. Mansell is the last man that wear a ring.
I must acknowledge, indeed, I took some pains.
while in Buffalo, to find out if he ever indulged in such vanity, and was told decidedly no.
As to the diamond, you mentioned, that is certainly entirely too rich a jewel for a man like him
to possess.
I am afraid the absence of this link in our chain of evidence is fatal.
I shouldn't wonder if the old scent was the best after all.
But Miss Dare, her feelings and her convictions, as manifested by the words she made use of in the hut, objected Mr. Bird.
Oh, she thinks he is guilty, of course.
She thinks?
Mr. Bird stared at his companion for a minute in silence.
She thinks.
Then there was a possibility, it seems, that it was only her thought, and that Mr. Mansell was not really the culpable man.
he had been brought to consider him.
But here an exclamation, uttered by Mr. Ferris,
called their attention back to that gentleman.
He was reading a letter which had evidently been just brought in,
and his expression was one of amazement, mixed with doubt.
As they looked toward him, they met his eye
that had a troubled and somewhat abashed expression,
which convinced them that the communication he held in his hand
was in some way connected with the matter under consideration.
Surprised themselves, they unconsciously started forward
when, in a dry and not altogether pleased tone,
the district attorney observed,
This affair seems to be full of coincidence.
You talk of a missing link, and it is immediately thrust under your nose.
Read that.
And he pushed toward them the following epistle,
roughly scrawled on a sheet of common writing paper.
If Mr. Ferris is anxious for justice and can believe that suspicion
does not always attach itself to the guilty, let him, or someone whose business it is,
inquire of Miss Emmogene Dare of this town, how she came the claim as her own,
the ring that was picked up on the floor of Mrs. Clemens' house.
Well, cried Mr. Bird, glanced at her own.
dancing at hickory, what are we to think of this?
Looks like the work of old Sally Perkins, observed the other,
pointing out the lack of date and signature.
So it does acquiesce Mr. Bird in a relieved tone.
The miserable old wretch is growing impatient.
But Mr. Ferris, with a gloomy frown, shortly said,
The language is not that of an ignorant old creature like Sally Perkins,
whatever the writing may be.
Besides, how could she have known about the ring?
The persons who were present at the time it was picked up
are not of the gossiping order.
Who, then, do you think wrote this, inquired Mr. Bird?
That is what I wish you to find out, declared the district attorney.
Mr. Hickory at once took it in his hand.
Waity said, I have an idea,
and he carried the letter to one side where he stood examining it for several minutes.
When he came back, he looked tolerably excited and somewhat pleased.
I believe I can tell you who wrote it, said he.
Who inquired the district attorney?
For reply, the detective placed his finger upon a name that was written in the letter.
Imogene Dare, exclaimed Mr. Ferris, astonished.
She herself, proclaimed the self-satisfied detective.
What makes you think that, the district attorney slowly asked?
Because I have seen her writing and studied her signature, and ably,
as she has disguised her hand in the rest of the letter,
it betrays itself in her name.
See here, and Hickory took from his pocketbook a small slip of paper
containing her autograph and submitted it to the test of
comparison.
The similarity between the two signatures was evident, and both Mr. Bird and Mr. Ferris
were obliged to allow the detective might be right, though the admission opened up suggestions
of the most formidable character.
It is a turn for which I am not prepared, declared the district attorney.
It is a turn for which we are not prepared, repeated Mr. Bird, with a controlling look at
Hickory.
Let us then defer further consideration of the matter till I have had an opportunity to see Miss Dare, suggested Mr. Ferris.
And the two detectives were very glad to acquiesce in this, for they were as much astonished as he had this action of Miss Dare, though, with their better knowledge of her feelings, they found it comparatively easy to understand how her remorse and the great anxiety she doubtless felt.
for Mr. Hildreth had sufficed to drive her to such an extreme and desperate measure.
End of Chapter 19
Section 20 of Hand and Ring by Anna Catherine Green.
This Libravox recording is in the public domain.
Chapter 20 A Chrysise
Queen
Alas! How is it with you?
That you do bend your eye on vacancy,
and with the incorporeal air do hold discourse your bedded hair like life in excreements starts up and stands on end whereon do you look
hamlet on him on him look you how pale he glares his form and cause conjoined preaching to stones would make them capable do not look upon me lest with his soul
piteous action, you convert my stern effects, then what I have to do will want true color,
tears perchance, for blood."
Hamlet.
That my readers may understand even better than Byrd and Hickory, how it was that Emogee
came to write this letter, I must ask them to consider certain incidents that had occurred
in a quarter far removed from the eye of the detectives.
mr orcutt's mind had never been at rest concerning the peculiar attitude assumed by imogene dare at the time of mrs clement's murder
time and thought had not made it any more possible for him to believe now than then that she knew anything of the matter beyond what appeared to the general eye but he could not forget the ring it haunted him fifty times a day he asked himself
what she had meant by claiming as her own a jewel which had been picked up from the floor of a strange house at a time so dreadful and which in despite of her explanations to him he found it impossible to believe was hers or ever could have been hers
He was even tempted to ask her, but he never did.
The words would not come.
Though they faltered again and again upon his lips, he could not give utterance to them.
No, though with every passing day he felt like the bond uniting her to him was growing weaker and weaker.
And that if something did not soon intervene, to establish confidence between them,
he would presently lose all hope of the treasure for the possession of which he was now ready to barter away half the remaining years of his life.
Her increasing reticence and the almost stony look of misery that now confronted him without letter hindrance from her wide gray eyes were not calculated to reassure him or make his future prospects look any brighter.
Her pain, if pain it were, or remorse, if remorse it could be, was not of a kind to feel the influence of time, and struck with dismay, alarm, in spite of himself.
If not for her reason, at least for his own, he watched her from day to day, feeling that now he would give his life not merely to possess her, but to understand her and the secret.
that was gnawing at her heart.
At last there came a day when he could no longer restrain himself.
She had been seated in his presence, and had been handed a letter,
which for the moment seemed to thoroughly overwhelm her.
We know what that letter was.
It was the note which had been sent as a decoy by the detective Hickory,
but which she had no reason to doubt was a real communication from Crake Mansell,
despite the strange handwriting on the envelope.
It prayed her for an interview.
It set the time and mentioned the place of meeting
and created, for the instant,
such a turmoil in her usually steady brain
that she could not hide it from the searching eyes that watched her.
What is it, Imaging, inquired Mr. Orcutt,
drawing near her, with a gesture of such uncontrollable anxiety,
he looked as if he were about to snatch the letter from her hand.
For reply she rose, walked to the grate,
in which a low wood fire was burning,
and plunged the paper in among the coals.
When it was all consumed, she turned and faced Mr. Orcutt.
You must excuse me, she murmured,
but the letter was one which I absolutely desired no one to see.
But he did not seem to hear her apology.
He stood with his gaze fixed on the fire, and his hand clenched against his heart, as if something
in the fate of that wretched sheet of paper, reminded him of the love and hope that were shriveling
up before his eyes.
She saw his look and drooped her head, with a sudden low moan of mingled shame and suffering.
Am I killing you, she faintly cried,
Are my strange wild ways driving you to despair?
I had not thought of that.
I am so selfish.
I had not thought of that.
This evidence of feeling,
the first she had ever shown him,
moved Mr. Orcutt deeply,
advancing toward her,
with sudden passion,
he took her by the hand.
Killing me, he repeated.
Yes, you are killing me.
Don't you see how fast I am growing old?
don't you see how the dust lies thick upon the books that used to be my soulless and delight.
I do not understand you, Emajean.
I love you, and I do not understand your grief, or what it is that is affecting you in this terrible way.
Tell me, let me know the nature of the forces with which I have to contend, and I can bear all the rest.
This appeal, forced as it was from lips unused to prayer, seemed to strike her,
absorbed though she was in her own suffering.
Looking at him, with real concern, she tried to speak, but the words faltered on her tongue.
They came at last, however, and he heard her say,
I wish I could weep.
If only to show you, I am not utterly devoid of womanly sympathy,
for an anguish I cannot cure.
But the fountain of my tears is dried at its source.
I do not think I can ever weep again.
I am condemned to tread a path of misery and despair
and must traverse it to the end,
without weakness and without help.
Do not ask me why, for I can never tell you,
and do not detain me now or try to make me talk,
for I must go where I can be alone and silent.
She was slipping away, but he caught her by the wrist and drew her back.
His pain and perplexity had reached their climax.
You must speak, he cried.
I have paltered long enough with this matter.
You must tell me what it is that is destroying your happiness and mine.
But her eyes turning toward him seemed to echo that must,
in a look of disdain, eloquent, enough to scorn all help.
from words. And in the indomitable determination of her whole aspect he saw that he might
slay her, but that he could never make her speak. Losing her with a gesture of despair,
he turned away. When he glanced back again, she was gone. The result of this interview was
naturally an increased doubt and anxiety on his part. He could not attend to his duties with any
degree of precision. He was so haunted by uneasy surmises as to what might have been the contents
of the letter which he had thus seen her destroy before his eyes. As for her words, they were
like her conduct, an insolvable mystery for which he had no key. His failure to find her at home
when he returned that night added to his alarm, especially as he remembered the vivid thunderstorm
that had deluge the town in the afternoon.
Nor, though she came in very soon,
and offered both excuses and explanations for her absence,
did he experience any appreciable relief,
or feel at all satisfied that he was not threatened
with some secret and terrible catastrophe.
Indeed, the air of vivid and feverish excitement
which pervaded every look of hers from this time,
time, making each morning and evening distinctive in his memory, as a season of fresh fear
and renewed suspense, was enough of itself to arouse this sense of an unknown, but surely
approaching danger.
He saw that she was on the lookout for some event he knew not what, and studied the papers
as sedulously as she, in the hope of coming upon some revelation that should lay bare
the secret of this new condition of hers.
At last, he thought he had found it.
Coming home one day from the court, he called her into his presence,
and without pause or preamble, exclaimed,
with almost cruel abruptness,
an event of possible interest to you has just taken place.
The murderer of Mrs. Clements has just cut his throat.
He saw that before he had finished the first clause,
that he had struck at the very citadel of her terrors and her woe at the end of the second sentence he knew beyond all doubt now what it was she had been fearing if not expecting
yet she had not said a word and by no movement betrayed that the steel had gone through and through her heart a demon the maddening demon of jealousy gripped him for the first time with relentless force
ah you have been looking for it he cried in a choked voice you know this man then knew him perhaps before the murderer of mrs clements knew him and-and perhaps loved him
she did not reply he struck his forehead with his hand as if the moment was perfectly intolerable to him answer he cried did you know guv'nard hildreth or not guv'gouverner hildreth or not guv'gouverner hildreth
oh the sharp surprise the wailing anguish of her tone mr orcutt stood amazed it is not he who has made this attempt upon his life not he she shrieked like one appalled
perhaps because all other expression or emotion failed him mr orcut broke forth into a loud and harrowing laugh and who else should it be he cried what other man stands accused of having murdered widow clemens
You are mad, Imogene.
You don't know what you say or what you do.
Yes, I am mad, she repeated, mad,
and then leaned her forehead forward on the back of a high chair
beside which she had been standing,
and hit her face and struggled with herself for a moment
while the clock went on ticking,
and the wretched surveyor of her sorrow
stood looking at her bended head like a man
who does not know whether it is he or she
who is in the most danger of losing his reason.
At last, a word struggled forth from between her clasped hands.
When did it happen, she gasped, without lifting her head?
Tell me all about it.
I think I can understand.
The noted lawyer smiled a bitter smile,
and spoke for the first time, without pity and without mercy.
He has been trying for some days to affect his death.
His arrest and the little prospect there is of his escaping trial seemed to have maddened his gentlemanly brain.
Firearms were not procurable.
Neither was poison nor a rope, but a pewter plate is enough in the hands of a desperate man.
He broke one and two last night and—
He paused, sick and horror-stricken.
Her face had risen upon him from the back of the chair, and was staring upon him,
like that of a Medusa.
Before that gaze, the flesh crept on his bones,
and the breath of life refused to pass his lips.
Gazing at her with rising horror,
he saw her stony lips slowly part.
Don't go on, she whispered,
I can see it all without the help of words.
Then, in a tone,
that seemed to come from some far-off world of nightmare.
She painfully gasped, is he dead?
mr orcutt was a man who up to the last year had never known what it was to experience a real and controlling emotion
life with him had meant success in public affairs and a certain social pre-eminence that made his presence in any place the signal of admiring looks and respectful attentions but let no man think that because his doom delays it will never come
Passions such as he had deprecated in others and desires such as he had believed impossible to himself had seized upon him with ungovernable power.
And in this moment especially he felt himself yielding to their sway with no more power of resistance than a puppet experiences in the grasp of a whirlwind.
meeting that terrible eye of hers, burning with an anxiety for a man he despised, and hearing the
agonized question from lips whose touch he had never known, he experienced a sudden, wild,
an almost demoniac temptation to hurl back the implacable yes, that he felt certain would strike her
her like a dead woman to the ground.
But the horrid impulse passed, and, with a quick remembrance of the claims of honor upon one bearing his name, and owning his history, he controlled himself with a giant resolution, and merely dropping his eyes from an anguish he dared no longer confront, answered quietly.
No, he has hurt himself severely, and has disfigured his good looks for life, but he will not die.
or so the physicians think a long deep shuddering sigh swept through the room thank god came from her lips and then all was quiet again
he looked up in haste he could not bear the silence emmogene began but instantly paused in surprise at the change which had taken place in her expression what do you intend to do was his quick demand
you look as i have never seen you look before don't ask me she returned i have no words for what i am going to do what you must do is to see that guvner hildreth is released from prison
he is not guilty mind you he never committed this crime of which he has suspected and in the shame of which suspicion he has this day attempted his life if he has kept in restraint which is so humiliating to him
and if he dies there it will be murder do you hear murder and he will die there if he is not released i know his feelings only too well but imogene hush don't argue
"'Tis a matter of life and death, I tell you.
"'He must be released. I know.'
She went on hurriedly.
"'What it is you want to say.
"'You think you cannot do this, that the evidence is all against him,
"'that he went to prison of his own free will,
"'and cannot hope for release till his guilt or innocence
"'has been properly inquired into.
"'But I know you can affect his enlargement, if you will.
"'You are a lawyer, and understand all the crooks,
and turns by which a man can sometimes be made to evade the grasp of justice.
Use your knowledge.
Avail yourself of your influence with the authorities and I.
She paused and gave him a long, long look.
He was at her side in an instant.
You would, wotty, cried, taking her hand in his and pressing it impulsively.
I would grant you whatever you ask, she murmured, in a wearyful touch.
known. Would you be my wife, he passionately inquired?
Yes, was the choked reply, if I did not die first.
He caught her to his breast in rapture. He knelt at her side, and threw his arms about her waist.
You shall not die, he cried. You shall live and be happy. Only marry me today.
Not till Governor Hildreth be released, she interposed gently.
He started, as you know, he started.
have touched by a galvanic battery, and slowly rose up and coldly looked at her.
Do you love him so madly?
You would sell yourself for his sake, he sternly demanded.
With a quick gesture she threw back her head, as though the indignant no, that sprang
to her lips, would flash out whether she would or not.
But she restrained herself in time.
I cannot answer, she returned.
But he was master now, master of this dominating spirit that had held him in check for so long a time,
and he was not to be put off.
You must answer, he sternly commanded.
I have the right to know the extent of your feeling for this man, and I will.
Do you love him, Imogene Dare?
Tell me, or here I swear I will do nothing for him, either now,
or at a time when he may need my assistance more than you know.
This threat, uttered as he uttered it, could have but one effect.
Turning aside, so that he could not see the shuddering revolt in her eyes,
she mechanically whispered, and what if I did?
Would it be so very strange?
Youth admires youth, Mr. Orcutt, and Mr. Hildreth is very handsome and very unfortunate.
do not oblige me to say more mr orcut across whose face a dozen different emotions had flitted during the utterance of these few words drew back till half the distance of the room lay between them nor do i wish to hear any more he rejoined slowly
you have said enough quite enough i understand now all the past all your terrors and all your secret doubts and unaccountable behavior the man you loved was in danger and you did not know how to manage his release
Well, well, I'm sorry for you, Imogene.
I wish I could help you.
I love you passionately, and would make you my wife in the face of your affection for this man
if I could do for you what you request.
But it is impossible.
Never during the whole course of my career has a blot rested upon my integrity as a lawyer.
I am known as an honest man, and honest will I remain known to the last.
besides, I could do nothing to effect this enlargement if I tried.
Nothing but the plainest proof that he is innocent, or that another man is guilty,
would avail now to release him from the suspicion which his own admissions have aroused.
Then there is no hope, was there slow and despairing reply?
None at present, Imogene, was astern, almost as despairing answer.
As Mr. Orcott sat over his lonely hearth that evening, a servant brought to him the following letter.
Dear friend, it is not fit that I should remain any longer under your roof.
I have a duty before me which separates me forever from the friendship and protection of honorable men and women.
No home, but such as I can provide for myself, by the work of my own hands,
shall henceforth shelter the disgraced head of Imogene Dyer.
Her fate, whatever it may prove to be, she bears alone,
and you, who have been so kind, shall never suffer from any association,
with one whose name must henceforth become the sport of the crowd,
if not the execration of the virtuous.
If your generous heart rebels at this, choke it relentlessly down.
i shall be already gone when you read these lines and nothing you could do or say would make me come back good-bye and may heaven grant you forgetfulness of one whose only return to your benefactions
has been to make you suffer almost as much as she suffers herself as mr orca read these last lines district attorney ferris was unsealing the anonymous missive which has already been laid before my readers
end of chapter twenty section twenty one of hand and ring by anna catherine green this librivox recording is in the public domain
chapter twenty one hearts martyrdom o that a man might know the end of this day's business ere it come but it suffitheth that the day will end and then the end is known
julius caesar mr ferris's first impulse upon dismissing the detectives had been to carry the note he had received to mr orcutt but a night's careful consideration of the subject
convinced him that the wisest course would be to follow the suggestion conveyed in the letter and seek a direct interview with imogene dare it was not an agreeable task for him to undertake miss dare was a young lady whom he had always held in the highest esteem
he had hoped to see her the wife of his friend and would have given much from his own private stock of hope and happiness to have kept her name free from the concept of his own private stock of hope and happiness to have kept her name free from the concept of her own
tumuli, which any association with his dreadful crime must necessarily bring upon it.
But his position, as prosecuting attorney of the county, would not allow him to consult his
feelings any further in a case of such serious import. The condition of Mr. Hildreth was to say
it at least, such as demanded the most impartial action on the part of the public officials
and if through any explanation of Miss Dare,
the one missing link in the chain of evidence against another could be supplied,
it was certainly his duty to do all he could to ensure it.
Accordingly, at a favorable hour the next day,
he made his appearance at Mr. Orcutt's house,
and learning that Miss Dare had gone to Professor Darling's house for a few days,
followed her to her new home and requested an interview.
view. She at once responded to his call. Little did he think as she came into the parlor
where he sat, and with even more than her usual calm self-possession, glided down the
length of that elegant apartment to his side that she had just come from a small room on the top
floor, where in the position of a hired seamstress she had been engaged in cutting out the wedding
garments for one of the daughters of the house.
greeting was that of a person, attempting to feign a surprise she did not feel.
Ah, said she, Mr. Ferris, this is an unexpected pleasure. But Mr. Ferris had no heart for
courtesies. Mystery began, without any of the preliminaries which might be expected of him,
I have come upon a disagreeable errand. I have a favor to ask, you are in the possession of a piece of
information which is highly necessary for me to share. I, the surprise betrayed in this single word
was no more than was to be expected from a lady thus addressed. Neither did the face she turned
so steadily toward him, alter, under his searching gaze. If I can tell you anything that you wish to
know, she quietly declared, I am certainly ready to do so, sir. Deceived by the
steadiness of her tone, and the straightforward look of her eyes he proceeded, with a sudden
releasement from his embarrassment to say, I shall have to recall to your mind a most painful
incident. You remember on the morning, when we met at Mrs. Clement's house, claiming as your
own a diamond ring, which was picked up from the floor at your feet? I do. Miss Dayer, was this
ring really yours, or were you misled by its appearance into merely thinking at your property?
My excuse for asking this is that the ring, if not yours, is likely to become an important
factor in the case to which the murder of this unfortunate woman has led.
Sir, the pause which followed the utterance of this word was but momentary, but in it what faint
and final hope may have gone down into the depths of everlasting darkness God only knows.
Sir, since you ask me the question, I will say that in one sense of the term it was mine,
and in another it was not. The ring was mine because it had been offered to me as a gift
the day before. The ring was not mine, because I had refused to take it when it was offered.
At these words spoken with such quietness they seemed like the mechanical utterance of a woman in a trance.
Mr. Ferris started to his feet.
He could no longer doubt that evidence of an important nature lay before him.
And may I ask, he inquired, without any idea of the martyrdom, he caused,
What was the name of the person who offered you this ring, and from whom you refused to take it?
The name, she quavered for a moment, and her eyes flashed up toward heaven with a look of wild appeal,
as if the requirement of this moment was more than even she had strength to meet.
Then a certain terrible calm settled upon her, blotting the last hint of feeling from her face,
and rising up in her turn, she met Mr. Ferris's inquiring eye, and slowly and distinctly replied,
it was craik mansell sir he is a nephew of mrs clements it was a name mr ferris had come there to hear yet it gave him a slight shock when it fell from her lips
perhaps because his mind was still running upon her supposed relations with mr orcutt but he did not show his feelings however and calmly asked
and was mr mansell in this town the day before the assault upon his aunt he was and you had a conversation with him i had may i ask where
for the first time she flushed womanly shame had not yet vanished entirely from her stricken breast but she responded as steadily as before
in the woods sir back of mrs clement's house there were reasons she paused there were good reasons which i do not feel obliged to state why a meeting in such a place was not discreditable to us
mr ferris who had received from other sources a full version of the interview to which she thus alluded experienced a sudden revulsion of feeling against one he could not but consider as a detected coquette
and drawing quickly back made a gesture such as was not often witnessed in those elegant apartments you mean said he with a sharp edge to his tone that passed over her dreary soul unheeded that you were lovers
i mean said she like the automaton she surely was at that moment that he had paid me honorable addresses and that i had no reason to doubt his motives or my own in seeking such a meeting
miss dare all the district attorney spoke in the manner of mr ferris now if you refuse mr mansell's ring you must have returned it to him
she looked at him with an anguish that bespoke her full appreciation of all this question implied but unequivocally bowed her head it was in his possession then he continued when you left him on that day and returned to your home
yes her lips seemed to say though no distinct utterance came from them and you did not see it again to you found it on the floor of mrs clement's dining-room that morning of the murder
no miss dare said he with greater mildness after a short pause you have answered by somewhat painful inquiries with a straightforwardness i could not sufficiently commend and if you will now add to my gratitude
by telling me whether you have informed any one else of the important facts you have just given me i will distress you by no further questions sir said she and her attitude showed that she could endure but little more
i have taken no one else into my confidence such knowledge as i had to impart was not a matter for idle gossip and mr ferris being thus assured that his own surmises and that of hickory were correct
bowed with respect her pale face and rigid attitude seemed to demand and considerately left the house end of chapter twenty one section twenty two of hand and ring by anna catherine green
this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter twenty two craik mansell bring me unto my trial when you will henry the six
He is here.
Mr. Ferris threw aside his cigar and looked up at Mr. Bird, who was standing before him.
You had no difficulty then?
No, sir, he acted like a man in hourly expectation of some such summons.
At the very first intimation of your desire to see him in Sibley,
he rose from his desk with what I thought was a meaning look at Mr. Goodman,
and after a few preparations for departure signified he was ready to take the next train.
And did he ask you no questions?
Only one.
He wished to know if I were a detective, and when I responded, yes, observed with an inquiring look,
I am wanted as a witness, I suppose, a suggestion to which I was careful to make no reply.
Mr. Ferris pushed aside his writing and glanced at,
towards the door. Show him in, Mr. Bird, said he. A moment after Mr. Mansell entered the room.
The district attorney had never seen this man, and was struck at once by the force and manliness
of his appearance, half-rising from his seat to greet the visitor, he said,
I have to beg your pardon, Mr. Mansell, feeling quite necessary to see you,
I took the liberty of requesting you to take this journey, my own time.
being fully occupied at present.
Mr. Mansell bowed, a slow, self-possessed bow,
and advancing to the table before which the district attorney sat,
laid his hand firmly upon it, and said,
No apologies are needed, then shortly,
What is it you want of me?
The words were almost the same as those which had been used by Mr. Hildreth
under similar circumstances, but how different was their effect?
the one was the utterance of a weak man driven to bay the other of a strong one mr ferris who was by no means of an impressible organization
flashed a look of somewhat uneasy doubted mr bird and hesitated slightly before proceeding we have sent for you in this friendly way he remarked at last in order to give you that opportunity for explaining certain matters connected with your aunt's sudden death
which your well-known character in good position seemed to warrant we think you can do this at all events i have accorded myself the privilege of supposing so
and any words you may have to say will meet with all due consideration as mrs clements's nephew you of course desire to see her murderer brought to justice the slightly rising inflection given to the last few words
made them to all intents and purposes a question and mr bird who stood near by waited anxiously for the decided yes which seemed the only possible reply under the circumstances but it did not come
surprise and possibly anxious the district attorney repeated himself has her nephew said he and the inheritor of the few savings she has left behind her you can have but one wish on this subject mr mansell
but this attempt succeeded no better than the first beyond a slight compression of the lips mr mansell gave no manifestation of having heard this remark and both mr ferris and the detective found themselves forced to wonder at the rigid honesty of a man who
whatever death-giving blow he may have dealt would not allow himself to escape the prejudice of his accusers by asserting to a supposition he knew and they knew to be false
mr ferris did not press the question mr mansell he remarked instead a person by the name of guviner hildreth is as you must know under arrest at this time charged with a crime of having given the blow that led to the mansell's a person by the name of guviner hildreth is as you must know under arrest at this time charged with the crime of having given the blow that led to
your aunt's death. The evidence against him is strong, and the public generally have no doubt
that his arrest will lead to trial, if not to conviction. But unfortunately for us, however,
fortunately for him, another person has lately been found, against whom an equal show of evidence
can be raised, and it is for the purposes of satisfying ourselves that it is but a show. We have
requested your presence here today.
A spasm, vivid as it was instantaneous, distorted for a moment the powerful features of Craig
Mansell at the words, another person.
But it was gone before the sentence was completed, and when Mr. Ferris ceased, he looked up
with a steady calmness which made his bearing so remarkable.
I am waiting to hear the name of this freshly suspected person.
he observed.
Cannot you imagine? asked the district attorney, coldly, secretly disconcerted,
under a gaze that held his own, with such steady persistence.
The eyeballs of the other flashed like coals of fire.
I think it is by right to hear it spoken, he returned.
This display of feeling restored Mr. Ferris to himself.
In a moment, sir, said he, meanwhile, have you any objections to answer
a few questions I would like to put to you.
I will hear them, was the steady reply.
You know, said the district attorney,
you are at perfect liberty to answer or not as you see fit.
I have no desire to entrap you into any acknowledgments
you may hereafter regret.
Speak was a sole response he received.
Well, sir, said Mr. Ferris,
are you willing to tell me where you were
when you first heard of the assault which had been made upon your aunt.
I was in my place at the mill.
And pardon me if I go too far.
Were you also there the morning she was murdered?
No, sir.
Mr. Mansell, if you could tell us where you were at that time,
it would be of great benefit to us and possibly to yourself.
To myself?
Having shown his surprise or possibly his alarm,
By the repetition of the other's words,
Craig Mansell paused and looked slowly around the room
until he encountered Mr. Bird's eye.
There was a steady compassion in the look he met there
that seemed to strike him with great force,
for he at once replied that he was away from home and stopped.
His glance still fixed upon Mr. Bird,
as if, by the very power of his gaze,
he would force the secrets of that detective's soul to the surface.
Mr. Mansell pursued the district attorney.
A distinctive vowel on your part of the place where you were, at that time,
would be best for both of us, I am sure.
Do you not already know, inquired the other,
his eyes still upon, Horace Burr.
We have reason to think you were in this town, averred Mr. Ferris,
with an emphasis calculated to recall the answer
attention of his visitor to himself. And may I ask, Craig Bancel
quietly said, What reason you can have for such a supposition? No one could have seen me
here, for up till today I have not entered the streets of this place since my visit to my aunt
three months ago. It was not necessary to enter the streets of this town to effect a visit
to Mrs. Clement's house, Mr. Banzel. No.
there was the faintest hint of emotion in the intonation he gave to that one word but it vanished before he spoke his next sentence and how asked he can a person pass from sibby station to the door of my aunt's house without going through the streets
instead of replying mr ferris inquired did you get out at the sibly station mr bansel but the other with unmoved self-possession returned
I have not said so.
Mr. Mansell, the district attorney now observed,
we have no motive in deceiving or even in misleading you.
You are in this town on the morning of your aunt's murder,
and you were even in her house.
Evidence which you cannot dispute proves this,
and the question that now arises,
and of whose importance we leave you to judge,
is whether you were there,
prior to the visit of Mr. Hildreth or after.
Any proof you may have to show that it was before
will receive its due consideration.
A change, decided, as it was involuntary,
took place in the hitherto undisturbed countenance of Craig Mansell.
Leaning forward, he surveyed Mr. Ferris with great earnestness.
I asked that man, said he,
pointing with a steady forefinger at the somewhat abashed detective,
if I were not wanted here simply as a witness,
and he did not say no.
Now, sir, he continued,
turning back with a slight gesture of disdain to the district attorney,
was the man right in allowing me to believe such a fact, or was he not?
I would like an answer to my question,
before I proceed further, if you please.
You shall have it, Mr. Mansell.
if this man did not answer you it was probably because he did not feel justified in doing so he knew i had summoned you here in the hope of receiving such explanations of your late conduct as should satisfy me you had nothing to do with your aunt's murder
the claims upon my consideration which are held by certain persons allied with you in this matter mr ferris's look was eloquent of his real meaning here or my sole justification for this somewhat unusual method of dealing with a suspected man
a smile bitter oh how bitter in its irony traversed the firm-set lips of craik mansell for a moment then he bowed with a show of deference to the district attorney and settling into the attitude of a man willing to plead his own cause responded
it would be more just perhaps if i first heard the reasons you have for suspecting me before i attempt to advance arguments to prove the injustice of your suspicion
well said mr ferris you shall have them if frankness on my part can do ought to avert the terrible scandal which your arrest and its consequent developments would cause i am willing to sacrifice thus much to my friendship for mr orcut
but if i do this i shall expect an equal frankness in return the matter is too serious for subterfuge the other merely waved his hand
the reasons proceeded mr ferris for considering you a party as much open to suspicion as mr hildreth are several first we have evidence to prove your great desire for a sum of money equal to your aunt's savings
in order to introduce an invention which you have just patented secondly we can show that you left your home in buffalo the day before the assault came to monteth the next town to this
alighted at the remote station, assigned to the use of the quarrymen, crossed the hills,
and threaded the woods till you came to a small hut back of your aunt's house where you put up for the night.
Thirdly, evidence is not lacking, to prove that while there you visited your aunt once, if not twice.
The last time, on the very morning she was killed,
entering the house in a surreptitious way by the back door and leaving it in the same suspicious manner and fourthly we can prove that you escaped from this place as you had come secretly and through a difficult and roundabout path over the hills
mr mansell these facts taken with your reticence concerning a visit so manifestly of importance to the authorities to know must strike even you as offering grounds for a suspicion as grave as that attaching to mr hildreth
with a restraint marked as it was impressive mr mansell looked at the district attorney for a moment and then said you speak of proof now what proof have you to give that i put up as you call it for a night or even for an hour
in the hut which stands in the woods back of my aunt's house this was mr ferris's reply it is known you were in the woods the afternoon previous to the assault upon your aunt
because you were seen there in company with a young lady with whom you were holding a trist did you speak sir no was the violent almost disdainful rejoinder
you did not sleep at your aunts for her rooms contained not in evidence of having been open for a guest and wava hut revealed more than one trace of having been used as a dormitory
i could even tell you where you cut the twigs of hemlock that served for your pillow and point to the place where you sat when you scribbled over the margin of the buffalo courier with a blue pencil such as that i now see projecting from your vest pocket
it is not necessary replied the young man heavily frowning then with another short glance at mr ferris he again demanded what is your reason for stating i visited my aunt's house on the morning she was murdered did any one see me do it
or does the house like the hut exhibit traces of my presence there at that particular time there was irony in his tone and a disdain almost amounting to scorn in his wide flashing blue eyes
but mr ferris glancing at the hand clutched about the railing of the desk remarked quietly you do not wear the diamond ring you carry it away with you from the trist i mentioned
can it be that the one which was picked up after the assault on the floor of mrs clement's dining-room could have fallen from your finger mr mansell
a start the first as powerfully repressed man had given showed that his armor of resistance had been pierced at last how do you know he quickly asked that i carried away a diamond ring from the trist you speak of
circumstances returned the district attorney prove it beyond a doubt miss dare miss dare oh the indescribable tone of this exclamation
mr bird shuddered as he heard it and looked at mr mansell with a new feeling for which he had no name miss dare repeated the district attorney without apparently regarding the interruption
acknowledges she returned you the ring which you endeavored at that interview to bestow upon her ah the word came after a moment's pause i see the case has been well worked up and it only remains for me to give you such explanations as i choose to make
sir declared he stepping forward and bringing his clenched hand down upon the desk at which mr ferris was sitting i did not kill my aunt i admit i paid her a visit i admit that i stayed in the woods back of her house and even slept in the hut as you have said
but that was on the day previous to her murder and not after it i went to see her for the purpose of again urging the claims of my invention upon her i went secretly and by the roundabout way you describe
because i had another purpose in visiting sibli which made it expedient for me to conceal my presence in the town i failed in my efforts to enlist the sympathies of my aunt in regard to my plans
and I failed also, encompassing that other desire of my heart, of which the ring you mention,
was a token.
Both failures unnerved me, and I lay in that hut all night.
I even lay there most of the next morning, but I did not see my aunt again, and I did not lift my hand against her life.
There was indescribable quiet in the tone, but there was indescribable power also.
and the look he leveled upon the district attorney was unwaveringly solemn and hard.
You deny, then, that you entered the widow's house on the morning of the murder?
I do.
It is then a question of veracity between you and Miss Dare.
Silence.
She asserts she gave you back the ring you offered her.
If this is so, and that ring was in your possession after you left her on Monday evening,
how came it to be in the widow's dining-room the next morning if you did not carry it there i can only repeat my words rejoined mr mansell
the district attorney replied impatiently for various reasons he did not wish to believe this man guilty you do not seem very anxious to assist me in my endeavors to reach the truth he observed
cannot you tell me what you did with the ring after you left miss dare whether you put it on your finger or thrust it into your pocket or tossed it into the marsh if you did not carry it to the house someone else must have done so
and you ought to be able to help us in determining who but mr mansell shortly responded i have nothing to say about the ring from the moment miss dare returned it to me as you say it was-and-and-shell shortly responded i have nothing to say about the ring from the moment miss dare returned it to me as you say it was-and-you-m.
so far as I am concerned, a thing forgotten. I do not know, as I should ever have thought of
it again, if you had not mentioned it to me today. How it vanished from my possession,
only to reappear upon the scene of murder, some more clever conjurer than myself must explain.
And this is all you have to say, Mr. Mansell? This is all I have to say.
Byrd suggested the district attorney, after a long pause, during which the subject of his suspicions had stood before him as rigid and inscrutable as a statue in bronze.
Mr. Mansell would probably like to go to the hotel, unless indeed he desires to return immediately to Buffalo.
Craig Mansell at once started forward.
Do you intend to allow me to return to Buffalo, he asked?
yes was the district attorney's reply you are a good man broke involuntarily from the other's lips and he impulsively reached out his hand but as quickly drew it back with a flush of pride that greatly became him
i do not say quoth mr ferris that i exempt you from surveillance as prosecuting attorney of this district my duty is to seek out and discover the man who murdered mrs clements
and your explanations have not been as full or as satisfactory as i could wish your men will always find me at my desk in the mill said mr mansell coldly
and with another short bow he left the attorney's side and went quickly out that man is innocent declared mr ferris as horace bird leaned above him in expectation of instructions to keep watch over the departing visit
the way in which he held out his hand to me spoke volumes the detective cast a sad glance at craig mansell's retreating figure you could not convince hickory of that fact said he
end of chapter twenty two chapter twenty three of hand and ring by anna catherine green this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter twenty three mr orcutt
part one what is it she does now mcbeth my resolutions placed i have nothing of woman in me now from head the foot i am marble constant anthony and cleopatra
these words rang in the ears of mr ferris for he felt himself disturbed by them hickory did not believe mr mansell innocent at last he sent for that detective hickory he asked
why do you think mansell rather than hildreth committed this crime now this query on the part of the district attorney put hickory into a quandary he wished to keep his promise to horace bird and yet he greatly desired to answer his employer's questions truthfully
without any special sympathies of his own he had yet an undeniable leaning toward justice and justice certainly demanded the indictment of mansell
He ended by compromising matters.
Mr. Ferris said he,
When you went to see Miss Dare the other day,
What did you think of her state of mind?
That it was a very unhappy one.
Did you think more than that, sir?
Didn't you think she believed, Mr. Mansell, guilty of this crime?
Yes, admitted the other, with reluctance.
If Miss Dare is attached to Mr. Mansell,
She must feel certain of his guilt
to offer testimony against him. Her belief should go for something, sir. For much it strikes me,
when you consider what a woman she is. This conversation increased Mr. Ferris's uneasiness.
Much as he wished to spare the feelings of Miss Dare and through her, those of his friend,
Mr. Orcutt, the conviction of Mansell's criminality was slowly gaining ground in his mind.
He remembered the peculiar manner of the latter during the interview they had held together,
his quiet acceptance of the position of a suspected man, and his marked reticence in regard to the ring,
though the delicate nature of the interests involved might be sufficient to explain his behavior
in the latter regard.
His whole conduct could not be said to be that of a disinterested man, even if it weren't,
not necessarily that of a guilty one. In whatever way Mr. Ferris looked at it, he could come
to but one conclusion. And that was, the Justice of Hildreth called for such official attention
to the evidence which had been collected against Mansell, as should secure the indictment
of that man, against whom could be brought the most convincing proof of guilt.
not that Mr. Ferris meant, or in any wise, considered it a good policy to have Mansell arrested at this time.
As a friend of Mr. Orcutt, it was manifestly advisable for him to present whatever evidence he possessed against Mansell directly to the grand jury,
for in this way he would not only save the lawyer from the pain and humiliation of seeing the woman he so much loved,
called up as a witness against a man who had successfully rivaled him and her affections,
but would run the chance, at least, of eventually preserving from open knowledge
the various details, if not the actual facts, which had led to this person being suspected
of a crime. For the grand jury is a body whose business it is to make secret inquisition
into criminal offenses. Its members are bound by an unquestion of its members are bound by an
oath to the privacy of their deliberations. If, therefore, they should find the proofs presented
to them by the district attorney, insufficient, to authorize an indictment against Mansell,
nothing of their proceedings would transpire. While, on the contrary, if they decided that the
evidence was such as to oblige them to indict Mansell instead of Hildreth, neither Mr. Orcutt nor
Miss Dare could hold the district attorney accountable for the exposures that must follow.
The course, therefore, of Mr. Ferris was determined upon.
All the evidence in his possession against both parties, together with the verdict of the
coroner's jury, should go at once before the grand jury.
Mansell, in the meantime, being so watched that a bench warrant issuing upon the indictment
would have him safely in custody.
at any moment. But this plan for saving Mr. Orcutt's feelings did not succeed as fully as Mr.
Ferris hoped. By some means or other, the rumor got abroad that another man than Hildreth
had fallen under the suspicion of the authorities, and one day Mr. Ferris found himself
stopped on the street by the very person he had for a week been endeavoring to avoid.
Mr. Orcott, he cried, how do you do? I did not recognize you at first.
No, was the sharp rejoinder. I am not myself, nowadays. I have a bad cold.
With which impatient explanation, he sees Mr. Ferris by the arm and said,
But what is this I hear? You have your eye on another party, suspected, of being Mrs. Clemens' murderer?
The district attorney bowed uneasily.
He had hoped to escape the discussion of this subject with Mr. Orcutt.
The lawyer observed the embarrassment his question had caused
and instantly turned pale, notwithstanding the hardihood which a long career at the bar
had given him.
Ferris, he pursued, in a voice he strove hard to keep steady.
We have always been good friends, in spite of the many ten,
tilts we have had together before the court.
Will you be kind enough to inform me
if your suspicions are founded upon evidence
collected by yourself,
or at the instigation of parties
professing to know more about this murder
than they have hitherto revealed?
Mr. Ferris could not fail to understand
the true nature of this question,
and out of pure friendship answered quietly,
I have allowed myself
to look with suspicion upon
on this man's cell, for it is Mrs. Clemens' nephew who is at present occupying our attention,
because the facts which have come to light in his regard are as criminating in their nature
as those which have transpired in reference to Mr. Hildreth. The examination into this matter,
which my duty requires, has been anything but pleasant to me, Mr. Orcutt,
the evidence of such witnesses as will have to be summoned before the grand jury,
is of a character to bring open humiliation, if not secret grief upon persons of whom I entertained
the highest esteem. The pointed way in which this was said convinced Mr. Orcutt that his worst fears
had been realized, turning partly away, but not losing his hold upon the other's arm,
he observed with what quietness he could. You say that so strangely, I feel forced to put another
question to you. If what I have to ask strikes you with any surprise, remember that my own
astonishment and perplexity had been constrained to interrogate you in this way, or greater
than any sensation, you yourself can experience. What I desire to know is this. Among the
witnesses you have collected against this last suspected party, there are some women,
are there not?
The district attorney gravely bowed.
Ferris, is Miss Dare amongst him?
Or cut, she is.
With a look that expressed his secret mistrust,
the lawyer gave way to a sudden burst of feeling.
Ferris, he wrathfully acknowledged,
I may be a fool,
but I don't see what she can have to say on this subject.
It is impossible that she should know anything about the murder,
and as for this man's cell, he made a violent gesture with his hand, as if the very idea
of her having any acquaintance with the nephew of Mrs. Clements were simply preposterous.
The district attorney, who saw from this how utterly ignorant the other was concerning
Miss Dare's relations to the person named, felt his embarrassment increase.
Mr. Orcutt, he replied, strange as it may appear,
to you, Miss Thayer, has testimony to give of value to the prosecution, where she would not
be reckoned among its witnesses. What that testimony is, I must leave to her discretion
to make known to you, as she doubtless will, if you question her with sufficient consideration.
I never forestall matters myself, nor would you wish me to tell you what would more
becomingly come from her own lips. But, Mr. Orcott, this I can say, that if it had been given me
to choose between the two alternatives of resigning my office and pursuing an inquiry which obliges
me to submit to the unpleasantness of a judicial investigation, a person held in so much regard
by yourself, I would have given up my office with pleasure. So keenly do I feel the embarrassment
of my position and the unhappiness of yours.
But any mere resignation on my part
would have availed nothing to save Miss Dare
from appearing before the grand jury.
The evidence she has to give in this matter
makes the case against Mansell as strong
as that against Hildredt,
and it would be the duty of any public prosecutor
to recognize the fact and act accordingly.
Mr. Orcutt, who had by the greatest effort, succeeded in calming himself through this harangue, flashed sarcastically at this last remark, and surveyed Mr. Ferris with a peculiar look.
Are you sure, he inquired, in a slow, ironical tone, that she has not succeeded in making it stronger?
The look, the tone, were unexpected, and greatly startled Mr. Ferris.
Drawing nearer to his friend, he returned his gaze with marked earnestness.
What do you mean, he asked, with secret anxiety.
But the wary lawyer had already repented this unwise betrayal of his own doubts.
Meeting his companion's eye with a calmness that amazed himself, he remarked instead of answering.
It was through Miss there, then, that your attention was first drawn to Mrs. Clement's
nephew. No, disclaimed Mr. Ferris hastily. The detectives already had their eyes upon him.
But a hint from her went far toward determining me upon pursuing the matter, he allowed,
seeing that his friend was determined upon hearing the truth. So then, observe the other,
with a stern dryness that recalled his manner at the bar, she opened the communication with
you herself? Yes. It was enough. Mr. Orcott dropped the arm of Mr. Ferris, and with his
usual hasty bow, turned shortly away. The revelation, which he believed himself to have received
in this otherwise far from satisfactory interview, was one that he could not afford the
share, that is, not yet, not while any hope remained, that circumstances would so arrange themselves,
as to make it unnecessary for him to do so if imogene dare out of her insane desire to free guvonneur hildreth from the suspicion that oppressed him
had resorted to perjury and invented evidence tending to show the guilt of another party and remembering her admissions at their last interview and the language she had used in her letter of farewell no other conclusion offered itself
what alternative was left to him but to wait till he had seen her before he proceeded to an interference that would separate her from himself by a gulf still greater than that which already existed between them
to be sure the jealousy which consumed him the passionate rage that seized his whole being when he thought of all she dared to do for the man she loved or that he thought she loved counselled him counselled him-counseled him-and he thought that he had dared to do for the man she loved or that he thought she loved counselled him.
him to nip this attempt of hers in the bud, and by means of a word to Mr. Ferris, throw such
a doubt upon her veracity as a witness against this new party should greatly influence the
action of the former in the critical business he had in hand.
But Mr. Orcutt, while a prey to unwanted passions, had not yet lost control of his reason,
and reason told him that impulse was an unsafe guide for him to follow at this.
this time. Thought alone. Deep and concentrated thought would help him out of this crisis with
honor and safety, but thought would not come at call. In all his quick walk home, but one mad
sentence formulated itself in his brain, and that was, she loves him so, she is willing to
perjure herself for his sake. Nor, though he entered his door with his usual bustling air,
and went through all the customary observances of the hour with an appearance of no greater abstraction and gloom than had characterized him ever since the departure of mistair no other idea obtruded itself upon his mind than this
she loves him so she is willing to perjure herself for his sake even the sight of his books his papers and all that various parapheria of work and study which gives character
to a lawyer's library, was insufficient to restore his mind to its usual condition of calm thought
and accurate judgment. Not till the clock struck eight, and he found himself almost without his
own volition at Professor Darling's house, did he realize all the difficulties of his position,
and the almost intolerable nature of the undertaking which had been forced upon him by the exigencies
of the situation.
Miss Dair, who had refused to see him at first,
came into his presence with an expression
that showed him with what reluctance
she had finally responded to his peremptory message.
But in the few heavy moments he had been obliged to wait,
he had schooled himself to expect coldness,
if not absolute rebuff.
He therefore took no heed of the haughty air of inquiry
with which she turned upon him,
but came at once to the point,
saying almost before she had closed the door.
What is this you have been doing, Imogene?
A flush, such as glints across the face of a marble statue,
visited for a moment the still whiteness of her set features.
Then she replied,
Mr. Orcutt, when I left your house,
I told you I had a wretched and unhappy duty to perform.
that when once accomplished would separate us for ever i have done it and the separation has come why attempt to bridge it there was a sad weariness in her tone a sad weariness in her face but he seemed to recognize neither
the demon jealousy that hindrance to all unselfish feelings had gripped him again and the words that came to his lips were at once bitter and masterful
imagini cried with as much wrath in his tone as he had ever betrayed in her presence you do not answer my question i ask you what have you been doing and you reply your duty
now what do you mean by duty tell me at once and distinctly for i will no longer be put off by any roundabout phrases concerning a matter of such vital importance
tell you this repetition of his words had a world of secret anguish in it which he could not help but notice she did not succumb to it however but continued in another moment
He said to me, in the last conversation we held together, that Governor Hildreth could not be released from his terrible position without a distinct proof of innocence or the advancement of such evidence against another as should turn suspicion aside from him into a new and more justifiable quarter.
I could not, any more than he, give a distinct proof of his innocence, but I could furnish the authorities with testimony.
calculated to arouse suspicion in a fresh direction, and I did it, for Gouverner
Hildreth had to be saved at any price, at any price.
The despairing emphasis she laid upon the last phrase went like hot steel to Mr. Orcutt's heart,
and made his eyes blaze with almost uncontrollable passion.
"'Genévois pa la Nessette,' said he, in that low, restrained tone,
of bitter sarcasm, which made his invective so dreaded by opposing counsel.
If Gouverner Hildreth finds himself in an unfortunate position,
he has only his own follies and inordinate desire for this woman's death to thank for it.
Because you love him, and compassionate him, beyond all measure,
that is no reason why you should perjure yourself,
and throw the burden of a shame upon a man as in a man as in a matter of a matter of a man
as innocent as Mr. Mansell.
But this tone, though it had made many a witness quail before it,
neither awed nor intimidated her.
Hugh, you do not understand, came from her white lips.
It is Mr. Hildreth, who is perfectly innocent and not.
But here she paused.
You will excuse me from saying more, she said.
You as a lawyer ought to know that I should not be compelled
to speak on a subject like this except under oath.
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Chapter 23, Mr. Orcutt, Part 2.
Imogene.
A change had passed over Mr. Orcutt.
Imogene.
Do you mean to affirm that you really have changed?
charges to make against Craig Mansell, that this evidence you propose to give is real and not
manufactured for the purpose of leading suspicion, aside from Hildreth.
It was an insinuation against her veracity he never could have made or she have listened to
a few weeks before, but the shield of her pride was broken between them, and neither he nor she
seemed to give any thought to the reproach conveyed in these words.
What I have to say is the truth, she murmured.
I have not manufactured anything.
With an astonishment he took no pains to conceal.
Mr. Orcutt anxiously surveyed her.
He could not believe this was so.
Yet, how could he convict her of falsehood
in the face of that suffering expression of resolve
which she wore?
his methods as a lawyer came to his relief.
Emogene, he slowly responded,
if, as you say,
you are in possession of positive evidence against this mansell,
how comes it that you jeopardize the interest of the man you love
by so long withholding your testimony?
But instead of a flush of confusion which he expected,
she flashed upon him with a sudden revelation of feeling
that made him involuntarily start.
Shall I tell you, she replied,
you'll have to know some time, and why not now?
I kept back the truth, she replied, advancing a step,
but without raising her eyes to his,
because it is not the aspersed Hildreth that I love, but...
Why did she pause?
What was it she found so hard to speak?
Mr. Orcutt's expression became terrible.
But the other, she murmured at last.
The other?
It was now her turn to start, and look at him in surprise, if not in some fear.
What other, he cried, seizing her by the hand, name him, I will have no further misunderstanding
between us.
Is it necessary, she asked with bitterness, will heaven spare me nothing?
Then, as she saw no relenting in the fixed gaze that held her own,
whispered in a hollow tone,
you have just spoken the name yourself,
Craig Mansell.
Ah, incredulity, anger, perplexity,
all the emotions that were seething in this man's troubled soul,
spoke in that simple exclamation.
Then silence settled upon the room,
during which she gained control over herself,
and heed the semblance of it no more.
She was the first to speak.
I know, said she, that this avowal on my part seems almost incredible to you, but it is no more so than that which you so readily received from me the other day in reference to Gouverner Hildreth.
A woman who spends a month away from home makes acquaintances which she does not always mention when she comes back.
I saw Mr. Mansell in Buffalo, and turning, she confronted the lawyer with her to-law.
large gray eyes, in which a fire burn, such as he had never seen there before, and grew
to esteem him, she went on.
For the first time in my life I found myself in the presence of a man whose nature commanded
mine, his ambition, his determination, his unconventional and forcible character, woke
aspirations within me such as I had never known myself capable of before.
life which had stretched out before me with a somewhat monotonous outlook changed to a panorama of varied and wonderful experiences as i listened to his voice and met the glance of his eye and soon before he knew it and certainly before i realized it
words of love passed between us and the agony of that struggle began which has ended ah let me not think how or i shall i shall not think how or i shall
go mad. Mr. Orcutt, who had watched her, with a lover's fascination, during all this
attempted explanation, shivered for a moment at this last bitter cry of love and despair,
but spoke up when he did speak with a coldness that verged on severity.
So you loved another man when you came back to my house, and listened to the words of passion,
which came from my lips, and the hopes of future bliss and happiness.
that welled up from my heart.
Yes, she whispered, and as you will remember,
I tried to suppress those hopes
and turn a death ear to those words,
though I had but little prospect of marrying a man
whose fortunes depended upon the success of an invention
he could persuade no one to believe him.
Yet you brought yourself to listen to those hopes
on the afternoon of the murder, he suggested ironically,
can you blame me for that she cried remembering how you pleaded and what a revulsion of feeling i was laboring under a smile bitter as the fate which loomed before him and scornful as the feelings that secretly agitated his breast
pardon mr orcut's pale lips for an instant and he seemed about to give utterance to some passionate rejoinder but he subdued himself with a determined effort and quietly waiting till his voice was under full control remarked with lawyer-like brevity at last
you have not told me what evidence you have to give against young mansell her answer came with equal brevity if not equal quietness no i have told mr ferris is not that enough
but he did not consider it so.
Ferris is a district attorney, said he,
and has demanded your confidence for the purposes of justice.
While I am your friend,
the action you have taken is peculiar,
and you may need advice,
but how can I give it, or how can you receive it,
unless there is a complete understanding between us?
Struck in spite of herself, moved perhaps,
by a hope she had not allowed herself to contemplate,
before, she looked at him long and earnestly.
And do you really wish to help me, she inquired,
are you so generous as to forgive the pain, and possibly the
humiliation, I have inflicted upon you, and lend me your assistance
in case my testimony works its due effect, and he be brought to trial
instead of Mr. Hildreth?
It was a searching and pregnant question for which Mr. Orcott
was possibly not fully prepared, but his newly gained self-control did not give way.
I must insist upon hearing the facts, before I say anything of my intentions he averred.
Whatever they may be, they cannot be more startling in their character than those which have been urged against Hildred.
But they are, as she whispered, then with a quick look around her,
She put her mouth close to Mr. Orkut's ear and breathed.
Mr. Hildreth is not the only man who, unseen by the neighbors,
visited Mrs. Clemens' house on the morning of the murder.
Craigmansell was there also.
Crakemansell, how do you know that?
Ah, he pursued, with a scornful intonation of a jealous man.
I forgot you are lovers.
The sneer, natural as it was,
perhaps, seem to go to her heart and wake its fiercest indignation.
Hush, cried she, towering upon him with an ominous flash of her proud eyes.
Do not turn the knife in that wound, or you will seal my lips forever.
And she moved hastily away from his side.
But in another instant she determinedly returned, saying,
This is no time for indulging in one's sensibilities.
I affirm that Craig Mansell visited his aunt on that day,
because the ring which was picked up on the floor of her dining room,
you remember the ring, Mr. Orcutt?
Remember it, did he not?
All his many perplexities, in its regard,
crowded upon him as he made a hurried bow of acquiescence.
It belonged to him, she continued.
He had bought it for me, or rather, had had the diamond reset for me it had been his mother's.
Only the day before he had tried to put it on my finger in a meeting we had in the woods,
back of his aunt's house.
But I refused to allow him.
The prospect ahead was too dismal and unrelenting for us to betrothed ourselves,
whatever our hopes or wishes might be.
You, you had a meeting with this man in the woods.
The day before his aunt was assaulted, echoed Mr. Orcutt, turning upon her, with an amazement
that swallowed up his wrath.
Yes.
Any afterward visited her house?
Yes.
And he dropped that ring there?
Yes.
Starting slowly, as if the thoughts roused by this short statement of facts,
where such has demanded instant consideration,
Mr. Orcutt walked to the other side of the room,
where he paced up and down in silence for some minutes.
When he returned, it was the lawyer instead of the lover who stood before her.
Then it was the simple fact of finding this gentleman's ring on the floor of Mrs. Clemens' dining room
that makes you consider him the murderer of his hat, he asked,
with a tinge of something like irony in his tone.
No, she breathed rather than answered.
That was proof, of course, that he had been there,
but I should never have thought of it as evidence of guilt
if the woman herself had not uttered in our hearing
that tell-tale exclamation of ring and hand.
And if, in the talk I had with Mr. Mansell the day before,
he had not betrayed,
Why do you stop me?
She whispered.
I did not stop you, he hastily assured her.
I am too anxious to hear what you have to say.
Go on, Imogene.
What did this Mansell betray?
I ask, as a father mighty added,
with some dignity and no little effort.
But her fears had taken alarm,
or her caution had been aroused,
and she merely said,
the $5,000, which his aunt leaves him, is just the amount he desired to start him in life.
Did he wish such an amount, Mr. Orcott asked?
Very much.
And acknowledged it in the conversation he had with you?
Yes.
Emogene declared the lawyer.
If you do not want to ensure Mr. Mansell's indictment,
I would suggest to you not to lay too great stress upon any talk you may have
held with him.
But she cried with unmoved sternness, and the relentless, crushing down of all emotion
that was at once amazing and painful to see.
The innocent is to be saved from the gallows, no matter what the fate of the guilty may be.
And a short but agitated silence followed, which Mr. Orcutt broke at last by saying,
Are these all the facts you have to give me?
She started, cast him a quick look, bowed her head, and replied,
Yes.
There was something in the tone of this assertion that made him repeat his question.
Are these all the facts you have to give me?
Her answer came ringing and emphatic now.
Yes, she avowed all.
With a look of relief, slowly smoothing out the deep furrows of his brow,
Mr. Orcutt, for the second time, walked thoughtfully away,
in evident consultation with his own thoughts.
This time he was gone so long,
the suspense became almost intolerable to Imogene.
Feeling that she could endure it no longer,
she followed him at last,
and laid her hand upon his arm.
Speak, she impetuously, cried,
Tell me what you think, what I have to expect.
But he shook his head.
Wait, he returned.
Wait till the grand jury.
has brought in a bill of indictment it will doubtless be against one of these two men but i must know which before i could say or do anything and do you think there can be any doubt about which of these two it will be she inquired with sudden emotion
there is always doubt he rejoined about anything or everything a body of men may do this is a very remarkable case emmene he resumed
with increased sombreness the most remarkable one perhaps that has ever come under my observation what the grand jury will think of it upon which party mansell or hildreth the weight of their suspicion will fall neither i nor ferris nor any other man
can prophecy with any assurance. The evidence against both is, insofar as we know, entirely
circumstantial. That you believe Mr. Mansell to be the guilty party?
Believe, she murmured, I know it. That you believe him to be the guilty party,
the wary lawyer pursued, as if he had not heard her, does not imply that they will believe it
too. Hildreth comes of a bad stock, and his late attempt at suicide tells wonderfully against him,
yet the facts you have to give in men's disfavor are strong also, and heaven only knows
what the op-shot will be. However, a few weeks will determine all that, and then, pausing, he looked
at her, and as he did so, the austerity and self-command of the lawyer vanished,
out of sight and the passionate gleam of a fierce and overmastering love shown again in his eyes and then he cried then we will see what tremont orcut can do to bring order out of this chaos
there was so much resolve in his look such a hint of promise in his tone that she flushed with something almost akin to hope oh generous she began but he stopped her
before she could say more.
Wait, he repeated.
Wait till we see what action will be taken
by the grand jury.
And taking her hand,
he looked earnestly, if not passionately,
into her face.
Imaging, he commenced,
if I should succeed,
but there he himself stopped short,
with a quick recalling of his own words, perhaps.
No, he cried,
I will say no more,
till we see which of these two men,
is to be brought to trial and pressing her hand to his lips he gave her one last look in which was concentrated all the secret passions which had been called forth by this hour and hastily left the room end of chapter twenty three part two
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Chapter 24 A True Bill
Come to me, friend or foe, and tell me who is Victor, York or Warwick.
Henry VI.
The town of Sibley was in a state of excitement.
About the courthouse, especially, the crowd was great, and the interest manifested
intense.
The grand jury was in session, and the case of the widow Clements was before it.
As all the proceedings of this body are private, the suspense of those interested in the issue
was naturally very great. The name of the man, lastly suspected of the crime, had transpired,
and both Hildreth and Mansell had their partisans, though the mystery surrounding the latter
made his friends less forward in asserting his innocence than those of the more thoroughly
understood Hildreth.
Indeed, the ignorance felt on all sides as to the express reasons for associating the name
of Mrs. Clement's nephew, with his aunt's murder, added much to the significance of the
hour.
Conjectures were plenty, and the wonder great.
But the cause is why this man, or any other, should lie under a suspicion equal to that
raised against Hildreth at the inquest was a mystery that none could solve.
But what is the curiosity of the rabble to us?
Our interest is in a little room far removed from this scene of excitement,
where the young daughter of Professor Darling kneels by the side of Imogene Dare,
striving by caresses and entreaty to win a word from her lips or a glance from her heavy eyes.
Imogene, she pleaded Imogene, what is this terrible grief?
Why did you have to go to the courthouse this morning with Popper?
why have you been almost dead with terror and misery ever since you got back tell me or i shall perish of mere fright for weeks now ever since you were so good as to help me with my wedding clothes i have seen that something dreadful was weighing upon your mind
but this which you are suffering now is awful this i cannot bear can you not speak dear words will do you good words oh the despair the despair the
bitterness of that single exclamation.
Miss Darling drew back in dismay.
As if released, Imogene rose to her feet and surveyed the sweet and ingenuous
countenance, uplifted to her own, with the look of faint recognition of the
womanly sympathy it conveyed.
Helen, she resumed, you are happy.
Do not stay here with me, but go where there are cheerfulness and hope.
But I cannot, why you see.
suffer so. I love you, Imogene. Would you drive me away from your side when you were so unhappy?
You don't care for me, as I do for you, or you could not do it.
Helen, the deep tone, made the sympathetic little bride-elect quiver.
Helen, some griefs are best born alone. Only a few hours now, and I shall know the worst.
Leave me. But the gentle little creature was not to be driven away.
she only clung the closer and pleaded the more earnestly tell me tell me the reiteration of this request was too much for the pallid woman before her
laying her two hands on the shoulders of this child she drew back and looked her earnestly in the face helen she cried what do you know of earthly anguish a pettit child the favorite of happy fortune you have been kept from evil
as from a blight. None of the annoyances of life have been allowed to enter your path,
much less its griefs and sins. Terror with you is but a name. Remorse an unknown sensation.
Even your love has no depths in it such as suffering gives. Yet, since you do love and love well,
perhaps you can understand something of what a human soul can endure, who sees its only hope
and only love, tottering above a gulf, too horrible for words to describe.
A gulf, too, with her own hand.
But no, I cannot tell you. I overrated my strength, thy?
She sank back, but the next moment started again to her feet.
A servant had opened the door.
What is it, she exclaimed, speak, tell me.
Only a gentleman to see you, miss.
Only a.
But she stopped.
stopped in that vain repetition of the girl's simple words, and looked at her as if she would
force from her lips the name she had not the courage to demand.
But failing to obtain it turned away to the glass, where she quietly smoothed her hair
and adjusted the lace at her throat, and then catching sight of the tear-stained face of Helen,
stooped, and gave her a kiss, after which she moved mechanically to the door,
and went down those broad flights one after one,
till she came to the parlor,
where she went in and encountered Mr. Orcutt.
A glance at his face told her all she wanted to know.
Ah, she gasped, it is then—
Mansell.
It was five minutes later.
Imogene leaned against the window,
where she had withdrawn herself
at the utterance of that one word.
Mr. Orcutt stood a couple of paces behind her.
Imogene said he, there is a question, I would like to have you answer.
The feverish agitation expressed in his tone made her look around.
Put it, she mechanically replied,
But he did not find it easy to do this,
while her eyes rested upon him in such despair.
He felt, however, that the doubt in his mind must be satisfied,
at all hazards, so choking down in emotion that was almost as boundless as her own, he ventured
to ask.
Is it among the possibilities that you could ever again contemplate giving yourself in marriage
to Craig Mansell, no matter what the issue of the coming trial may be?
A shudder, quick and powerful, as that which follows withdrawal of a dart from an agonizing
wound shook her whole frame for a moment.
but she answered steadily.
No, how can you ask, Mr. Orcott?
A gleam of relief shot across the somewhat haggard features.
Then he said, it will be no treason in me to assure you
that never has my love been greater for you than today.
That to save you from the pain which you are suffering,
I would sacrifice everything, even my pride.
If, therefore, there is any kindness I can show you,
any deed I can perform for your sake.
I am ready to attempt it, Emajean.
Would you, she hesitated,
but gathered courage as she met his eye.
Would you be willing to go to him with a message from me?
His glance fell and his lips took a line
that startled, Emajean.
But his answer, though, given with bitterness, was encouraging.
Yes, he returned even that.
Then she cried,
tell him that to save the innocent I had to betray the guilty, but in doing this I did not spare
myself, that whatever his doom may be, I shall share it, even though it be that of death.
Emogene, will you tell him, she asked.
But he would not have been a man, much less a lover, if he could answer that question now.
Seizing her by the arm, he looked her wildly in the face.
Do you mean to kill yourself, he demanded?
I feel I shall not live, she gasped,
while her hand went involuntarily to her heart.
He gazed at her in horror.
And if he is cleared, he hoarsely ejaculated,
I shall try to endure my fate.
He gave her another long, long look.
So this is the alternative you give me, he bitterly exclaimed.
I must either save this man or see you perish.
Well, he declared, after a few minutes,
further contemplation of her face,
I will save this man, that is, if he will allow me to do so.
A flash of joy, such as he had not perceived on her countenance,
for weeks transformed its marble-like severity
into something of its pristine beauty.
And you will take him my message also, she cried,
but to this he shook his head.
If I am to approach him as a lawyer, willing to undertake
take his cause, don't you see, I can give him no such message as that.
Ah, yes, yes.
But you can tell him, Imogene Dare has risked her own life and happiness to save the innocent.
I will tell him whatever I can, to show your pity and your misery.
And she had to content herself with this.
In the light of the new hope that was thus unexpectedly held out to her, it did not seem
so difficult.
giving mr orca at her hand she endeavored to thank him but the reaction from her long suspense was too much and for the first time in her brave young life imaging lost consciousness and feign it quite away
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chapter twenty five among telescopes and charts tarry a little there is something else merchant of venice
guvner hildreth was discharged and craig mansell committed to prison to await his trial horace bird who no longer had any motive for remaining in sibli had completed all his preparations to return to new york
his valise was packed his adoes made and nothing was left for him to do but step around to the station when he bethought him of a certain question he had not put to hickory
seeking him out he propounded it hickory said he have you ever discovered in the course of your inquiries where a misdair was on the morning of the murder the stalwart detective who was in a very contented frame of mind answered up
with great cheeriness.
Haven't I, though?
It was one of the very first things I made sure of.
She was at Professor Darling's House on Summer Avenue.
At Professor Darling's House, Mr. Bird felt a sensation of dismay.
Professor Darling's House was, as you remember,
in almost direct communication with Mrs. Clemens' cottage
by means of a path through the woods.
As Mr. Bird recalled his first experience,
in threading those woods and remembered with what suddenness he had emerged from them only to find himself in full view of the west side and professor darling's spacious villa he stared uneasily at his colleague and said
it is trained time hickory but i cannot help that before i leave this town i must know just what she was doing on that morning and whom she was with can you find out
can i find out the hardy detective was out of the door before the last word of this scornful repetition had left his lips he was gone an hour when he returned he looked very much excited
well he ejaculated breathlessly i have had an experience mr bird gave him a look saw something he did not like in his face and moved uneasily in his chair
you have he retorted what is it speak do you know the other resumed that the hardest thing i ever had to do was to keep my head down in the hut the other day and deny myself a look at the woman who could bear herself so bravely in the midst of a scene so terrible
well he went on i have to-day been rewarded for my self-control i have seen miss dare horace bird could scarcely restrain his impatience where he demanded how tell a fellow can't you
i'm going to protested hickory cannot you wait a minute i had to wait forty well he continued more pleasantly as he saw the other frown i went to professor darlings
There is a girl there I have talked to before, and I had no difficulty in seeing her,
or getting a five minutes chat with her at the back gate.
Odd how such girls will talk.
She told me in three minutes all I wanted to know.
Not that it was so much, only.
Do get on, interrupted Mr. Bird.
When did this dare come to the house on the morning Mrs. Clements was murdered,
and what did she do while there?
She came early by ten o'clock or so, I believe, and she sat, if she did sit in an observatory,
they have at the top of the house, a place where she often used to go.
I am told to study astronomy with Professor Darling's oldest daughter.
And was Miss Darling with her that morning?
Did they study together all the time she was in the house?
No, that is.
the girl said no one went up to the observatory with Miss Dare, that Miss Darling did not happen to be at home that day, and Miss Dare had the study alone.
Hearing this, pursued Hickory, answering the look of impatience on the other's face, I had a curiosity to interview the observatory and being, well, not a clumsy fellow at soft-soaping a girl, I at last succeeded in prevailing upon her to take me up.
Bird, will you believe me when I tell you that we did it without going into the house?
What?
I mean, corrected the other, without entering the main part of the building.
The professor's house has a tower, you know, at the upper angle toward the woods.
And it is, in the top of that tower.
He keeps his telescopes and all that kind of thing.
The tower has a special staircase of its own.
It is a spiral one.
and opens on a door below that connects directly with the garden we went up these stairs you dared to go yes the girl assured me every one was out of the house but the servants and i believed her we went up the stairs entered the observatory
is it not kept locked then it was not locked to-day saw the room which is a curious one glanced out over the view which is well worked for the view which is well worked
seen, and then,
"'Well, what?'
"'I believe I stood still,
and asked the girl a question or two more.
I inquired, he went on,
deprecating the others in patience
by a wave of his nervous hand.
When Miss Dare came down from this place
on the morning, you remember?'
She answered that she couldn't quite tell,
that she wouldn't have remembered anything at all about at all,
only that Miss Tremaine came to the house that morning.
morning, and wanting to see Miss Dare, ordered her to go up to the observatory and tell
that lady to come down.
And that she went, put to her surprise, did not find Miss Dare there, though she was sure
she had not gone home, or at least hadn't taken any of the cars that start from the
front of the house, for she had looked at them every one as they went by the basement window
where she was at work.
The girl said this.
Yes, standing in the door of this small room,
and looking me straight in the eye.
And did you ask her nothing more,
say nothing about the time, Hickory,
or inquire where she supposed missed there to have gone?
Yes, I asked her all this.
I am not without curiosity any more than you are, Mr. Bird.
And she replied,
Oh, as to the time,
that it was somewhere before noon. Her reason for being sure of this was that Miss Tremaine
declined the wait till another effort had been made to find Miss Dare, saying she had an
engagement at twelve which she did not wish to break. And the girl's notions about where
Miss Dare had gone? Such as you expect, Purd, she said she did not know anything about it,
but that miss dare often went strolling in the garden or even in the woods when she came to professor darling's house and that she supposed she had gone off on some such walk at this time
for at one o'clock or thereabouts she saw her pass in the horse-car on her way back to town hickory i wish you had not told me this just as i am going back to the city
wish i had not told it or wish i had not gone to professor darling's house as you requested wish you had not told it i dare not wish the other but you spoke of seeing miss dare you-dair how was that where did you run across her
do you want to hear of course of course but i thought oh never mind old boy tell me the whole now as long as you have told me any was she in the house
i will tell you i had asked the girl all these questions as i have said and was about to leave the observatory and go below when i thought i would cast another glance around the curious old place and in doing so caught a glimpse of a huge portfolio of sharts
as i supposed standing upright in a rack that stretched across the further portion of the room somehow my heart misgave me when i saw this rack and scarcely conscious what it was i feared i crossed the floor and looked behind the portfolio
there was a woman crouched there a woman whose pallid cheeks and burning eyes lifted to meet my own told me only too plainly that it was miss
i have had many experiences hickory aloud after a moment and some of them anything but pleasant to myself but i don't think i ever felt just as i did at that instant i believe i attempted a bow i don't remember or at least tried to murmur some excuse
but the look that came into her face paralyzed me and i stopped before i had gotten very far and waited to hear what she would say but she did not say much she merely rose and turning toward me exclaimed
no apologies you are a detective i suppose and when i nodded or made some other token that she had guessed correctly she merely remarked flashing upon me however in a way i do not yet understand
well you have got what you desired and now can go and i went bird went and i felt puzzled i don't know why and a little bit sore about the heart too as if
well i can't even tell what i mean by that if the only thing i am sure of is that mansell's cause hasn't been helped by this day's job
and that if this lady is asked on the witness stand where she was during the hour every one believed her to be safely shut up with the telescopes and charts we shall hear what
well that she was shut up with them most likely women like her are not too easily disconcerted even on the witness stand end of chapter twenty five section twenty seven of hand and ring by anna catherine green
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Chapter 26
He shall hear me.
There's some ill planets reigns.
I must be patient till the heavens look with an aspect more favorable.
Winter's Tale
The time is midnight.
The day the same as that which saw this eruption of Hickory
into Professor Darling's Observatory.
The seeing, that of Miss Dare's own room in the Northeast Tower.
She is standing before a table with a letter in her hand
and a look upon her face that, if seeing,
would have added much to the puzzlement of the detectives.
The letter was from Mr. Orcutt and ran thus,
I have seen Mr. Mansell and have engaged myself to undertake his defense.
When I tell you that out of the hundreds of the hundreds of,
of cases I have tried in my still short life, I have lost but a small percentage.
You will understand what this means.
In pursuance to your wishes, I mention your name to the prisoner with an intimation that I
had a message from you to deliver.
But he stopped me before I could utter a word.
I received no communication from his dare, he declared, and anxious, as I really was to do
your bidding, I was compelled to refrain, for his tone was one of hatred and his look that of ineffable
scorn. This was all, but it was enough. Imogene had read these words over three times,
and now was ready to plunge the letter into the flame of a candle to destroy it. As it burned,
her grief and indignation took words. He is alienated, completely alienated,
She gasped, and I do not wonder.
But, and here the full majesty of her nature broke forth in one grand gesture.
He shall hear me yet, as there is a god above, he shall hear me yet,
even if it has to be in open court and in the presence of judge and jury.
End of chapter 26.
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Book 3. The Scales of Justice
Chapter 27 The Great Trial
Othello
What does thou think?
I go, think, my lord.
Othello, by heaven he echoes me,
as if there were some monster in his thought
too hideous to be shown.
Othello.
sibli was in a stir sibly was the central point of interest for the whole country the great trial was in progress and the curiosity of the populace knew no bounds
in a room of the hotel sat our two detectives they had just come from the court-house both seemed inclined to talk though both showed an indisposition to open the conversation a hesitation lay between them a certain
and thin veil of embarrassment that either one would have found it hard to explain, and yet
which sufficed to make their intercourse a trifle uncertain in its character.
Though Hickory's look had lost none of its rude good humor and Byrd's manner was the same
mixture of easy nonchalance and quiet self-possession it had always been.
It was Hickory who spoke at last.
Well, Bird, was his suggestive exclamation.
Well, Hickory, was a quiet reply.
What do you think of the case so far?
I think.
The words came somewhat slowly.
I think that it looks bad.
Bad for the prisoner, I mean, he explained the next moment, with a quick flush.
Your sympathies are evidently with Mencel, Hickory quietly remarked.
Yes, was a slow reply.
Why? Not that I think I'm innocent, or would turn a hair's breath from the truth to serve him.
He is a manly fellow, Hickory bluntly admitted, after a moment's puff at the pipe he was smoking.
Do you remember the peculiar straightforwardness of his look when he uttered his plea of not guilty,
and the tone he used too, so quiet, yet so emphatic, you could have heard a pin drop?
Yes, returned Mr. Bird, with a cool.
quick contraction of his usually smooth brow.
Have you noticed the other broke forth after another puff,
a certain curious air of the stain that he wears?
Yes, was again the short reply.
I wonder what it means, queried Hickory carelessly,
knocking the ashes out of his pipe.
Mr. Bird flashed a quick askance,
look at his colleague from under his half-fallen lids,
but made no answer.
It is not pride alone, resumed the rough-and-ready detective, half-musingly,
though he's as proud as the best of them.
Neither is it any sort of make-believe, or I wouldn't be caught by it.
Tis?
Tis what?
And Hickory rubbed his nose with his thoughtful forefinger,
and looked inquiringly at Mr. Bird.
How should I know, remarked the other,
tossing his stump of a cigar into the fire.
Mr. Mansell is too deep a problem for me.
And Miss Dare, too?
And Miss Dare.
Silence followed this admission, which Hickory broke at last by observing.
The day that he sees her on the witness stand will be interesting, huh?
It is not far off, declared Mr. Bird.
No.
I think she will be called as a witness tomorrow.
Have you noticed began Hickory again,
after another short interval of quiet contemplation.
That it is only when Miss Dare is present,
that Mansell wears the look of scorn I have just mentioned.
Hickory, said Mr. Bird,
wheeling directly about in his chair,
and for the first time surveying his colleague squarely.
I have noticed this,
that ever since the day she made her first appearance in the courtroom,
she has sat with her eyes fixed earnestly upon the prisoner.
and that he has never answered her look by so much as a glance in her direction this has but one explanation as i take it he never forgets that it is through her he has been brought to trial for his life
mr bird uttered this very distinctly and with a decided emphasis but the impervious hickory only settled himself farther back at his chair and stretching his feet out toward the fire remarked drily
perhaps i am not much of a judge of human nature but i should have said now that this manzel was not a man to treat her contemptuously for that rage he might show her hatred
but this quiet ignoring of her presence seems a little too dignified for a criminal facing a person he has every reason to believe is convinced of his guilt ordinary rules don't apply to this man neither you nor i can see that it is convinced of his guilt
ordinary rules don't apply to this man neither you nor i can sound his nature if he displays contempt it is because he is of the sort to feel it for the woman who has betrayed him
you make him out mean-spirited then as well as wicked i make him out human more than that mr bird resumed after a moment's thought i make him out consistent a man who lets his passion sway him
to the extent of committing a murder for the purpose of satisfying his love or his ambition is not of the unselfish caste that would appreciate such a sacrifice as Miss Dare has made.
This under the supposition that our reasons for believing him guilty are well-founded.
If our suppositions are false and the crime was not committed by him, his contempt needs no explanation.
Just so.
The peculiar tone in which this was uttered
caused Mr. Bird to flash another quick look at his colleague.
Hickory did not seem to observe it.
What makes you think Miss Dare will be called to the witness stand tomorrow, he asked?
Well, I will tell you, returned Bird,
with a sudden vivacity of one glad to turn the current of conversation
into a fresh channel.
If you have followed the method of the prosecution as I have done, you will have noticed that it has advanced to its point by definite stages.
First, witnesses were produced to prove the existence of motive on the part of the accused.
Mr. Goodman was called to the witness stand, and after him other businessmen of Buffalo,
all of whom united in unqualified assertions of the prisoner's frequently expressed desire for a sum of money sufficient to put his invention into practical use next the amount considered necessary for this purpose was ascertained
and found to be just covered by the legacy bequeathed him by his aunt after which ample evidence was produced to show that he knew the extent of her
small fortune, and the fact that she had by her will made him her heir.
Motive for the crime, being thus established, they now proceeded to prove that he was not without
actual opportunity for perpetrating it. He was shown to have been in Sibley at the time of the
murder. The stationmaster at Monteith was confronted with the prisoner, also old Sally Perkins.
Then you and I came before the court with our testimony, and whatever doubt may have remained,
as to his haven't been in a position to affect his aunt's death, and afterward escaped unnoticed
by means of the path, leading over the hills to Monteith Quarry Station, was swept away,
what remains, to connect him with the murder itself.
By some strong link of circumstantial evidence, such as the rifted,
ring provides, and who is it that can give testimony regarding the ring? Miss Dair?
Hmm, well, she will do it, was the dry remark of Hickory. She will be obliged to do it,
was the emphatic responsive bird. Again their glances crossed in a furtive way,
both seemed ready to ignore. What do you think of Orcott, Hickory next inquired?
He is very quiet. Too quiet, huh?
perhaps folks that know him well declare they have never before saw him conduct a case in so temperate a manner he has scarcely made an effort at cross-examination and in fact has thus far won nothing for the defence
except that astonishing tribute to the prisoner's character given by mr goodman mr goodman is mansell's friend i know it but a short decisive thing but a short decisive thing but a short decisive thing but a short decisive thing but a short decisive
statements told upon the jury. Such a man has he made Mansell out to be is just the sort to
create an impression on a body of men like them. Orcott understands the jury. Orcott understands his
case. He knows he can make nothing by attempting to shake the evidence which has been presented
by the prosecution. The facts are too clear, and the witnesses which have been called to testify are too
reliable a character. Whatever defense he contemplates, it will not rest upon a denial of any of the
facts brought to light through our efforts, or the evidence of such persons as Messrs. Goodman
and Harrison. No. The question is, then, in what will it lie? Some strong point, I warrant you,
or he would not hold himself and his plans, so completely in reserve. But what strong point
I acknowledge the uncertainty troubles me.
I don't wonder, rejoined Hickory, so it does me.
And a constraint again fell between them that lasted till Hickory put his pipe in his pocket
and signified his intention of returning to his own apartments.
End of Chapter 27.
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is in the public domain chapter twenty eight the chief witness for the prosecution part one oh why you live tell truth and shame the devil henry the fourth
mr bird's countenance after the departure of his companion was anything but cheerful the fact is he was secretly uneasy he dreaded the morrow he dreaded the testimony of misdair
he had not yet escaped so fully from under the dominion of her fascination as to regard with equanimity this unhappy woman forcing herself to give testimony compromising to the man she loved
yet when the morrow came he was among the first to secure a seat in the court-room though the scene was likely to be harrowing to his feelings he had no wish to lose it and indeed chose such a position
as would give him the best opportunity for observing the prisoner and surveying the witnesses he was not the only one on the lookout for the testimony of miss
the increased number of the spectators and the general air of expectation visible in more than one of the chief actors in this terrible drama
gave suspicious proof of the fact even if the deadly pallor of the lady herself had not revealed her own feelings in regard to the subject the entrance of the prisoner was more marked too than usual
his air and manner were emphasized so to speak and his face when he turned it toward the jury wore an iron look of resolution that would have made him conspicuous had he occupied a less prominent position than that of the dock
miss dare who had flashed her eyes toward him at the moment of his first appearance dropped them again contrary to her usual custom was it because she knew the moment was at hand
when their glances would be obliged to meet mr orcutt whom no movement on the part of miss dare ever escaped leaned over and spoke to the prisoner mr mansell said he are you prepared to submit with composure to the ordeal of confronting miss
yes was the stern reply i would then advise you to look at her now proceeded his counsel she has not turned this way and you can observe her without encountering her glance
a quick look at this moment may save you from betraying any undue emotion when you see her upon the stand the accused smiled with a bitterness mr orcut thought perfectly natural and slowly prepared to obey
as he raised his eyes and allowed them to traverse the room until they settled upon the countenance of the woman he loved this other man who out of a still more absorbing passion for emigene
was at that very moment doing all that lay in his power for the saving of this his openly acknowledged rival watched him with the closest and most breathless attention
it was another instance of that peculiar fascination which the successful rival has for an unsuccessful one it was as if this great lawyer's thoughts reverted to his love and he asked himself
what is there in this mansell that she should prefer him to me and orcut himself though happily unaware of the fact was at that same instant under a scrutiny as narrow as that he bestowed upon his client
mr ferris who knew a secret felt a keen interest in watching how he would conduct himself at this juncture not an expression of the lawyer's keen and puzzling eye but was seen by the district's
attorney and noted, even if it was not understood.
Of the three, Mr. Ferris was the first to turn away, and his thoughts, if they could
have been put into words, might have run something like this.
That man, meaning Orcut, is doing the noblest work one human being can perform for
another, and yet there is something in his face I do not comprehend.
end. Can it be he hopes to win, Miss Dare, by his effort to save his rival?
As for the thoughts of the person thus unconsciously subjected to the criticism of his
dearest friend, let our knowledge of the springs that govern his action
serve to interpret both the depth and bitterness of his curiosity, while the sentiments of
Mansell. But who can read what lurks behind the irony of that sternly complete of
composed countenance. Not Amaging, not Orcut, not Ferris. His secret, if he owns one,
he keeps well, and his lid scarcely quiver as he drops them over the eyes that, but a moment
before, reflected the grand beauty of the unfortunate woman for whom he so lately
protested the most fervent love. The next moment the court was opened, and Miss Dare's name
was called by the district attorney.
With a last look at the unresponsive prisoner,
Amageen Rose took her place on the witness stand
and faced the jury.
It was a memorable moment
if the curious and impressible crowd of spectators about her
had been ignorant of her true relations to the accused,
the deadly stillness and immobility of her bearing
would have convinced them
that emotion of the deepest nature
lay behind the still white mask she had thought fit to assume.
That she was beautiful, and confronted them from that common stand, as from a throne,
did not serve to lessen the impression she made.
The officer held the Bible toward her, with a look that Mr. Bird was fain to consider,
one of natural shrinking only.
She laid her white hand upon it, but at the intimation from the officer,
the right hand if you please miss she started and made the exchange he suggested while at the same moment there rang upon her ear the voice of the clerk
as he administered the awful adjuration that she should as she believed in hope in eternal mercy tell the truth as between this man and the law and keep not one tittle back
the book was then lifted to her lips by the officer and withdrawn take your seat miss dare said the district attorney and the examination began your name if you please emmogene dare
are you married or single i am single where were you born now this was a painful question to one of her history indeed she showed it to be so by the flush which rose to her
to her cheek and by the decided trembling of her proud lip but she did not seek to evade it sir she said i cannot answer you i never heard any of the particulars of my birth i was a foundling
the mingled gentleness and dignity with which she made this acknowledgment won for her the instantaneous sympathy of all present mr orcutt saw this and the flash of indignation
that it involuntarily passed between him and the prisoner subsided as quickly as it arose mr ferris went on where do you live in this town with whom do you live i am boarding at the present with a woman of the name of kennedy
i support myself by my needle she hurriedly added as though anxious to forestall his next question seeing the prisoner started this imogene lifted her head still higher
evidently this former lover of hers knew little of her movements since they parted so many weeks ago and how long is it since you supported yourself in this way asked the district attorney
for a few weeks only formerly she said and making a slight inclination in the direction of the prisoner's counsel i lived in the household of mr orcutt where i occupied the position of assistant to the lady who looks after his domestic affairs
and her eye met the lawyers with a look of pride that made him inwardly cringe though not even the jealous glance of the prisoner could detect that an eyelash quivered or a flicker disturbed the studied serenity of his gaze
the district attorney opened his lips as if to pursue this topic but meeting his opponent's eye concluded to waive further preliminaries and proceed at once to the more serious part
of the examination.
Miss Dare said he, will you look at the prisoner and tell us if you have any acquaintance
with him?
Slowly she prepared to reply.
Slowly she turned her head and let her glance traverse the vast crowd till it settled upon
her former lover.
The look which passed like lightning across her face as she encountered his gaze,
fixed for the first time steadily upon her own, no one in that assemblage
ever forgot.
Yes, she returned quietly,
but in a tone that made Mansell quiver
and look away, despite his iron self-command.
I know him.
Will you be kind enough to say how long you have known him,
and where it was you first made his acquaintance?
I met him first in Buffalo.
Some four months since, was a steady reply.
He was calling at a friend's house where I was staying.
Did you at that time know of his relation to your town's woman, Mrs. Clements?
No, sir.
It was not till I had seen him several times, that I learned he had any connections in Sibley.
Miss Dare, you will excuse me, but it is highly desirable for the court to know if the prisoner ever paid his addresses to you.
The deep, almost agonizing blush that colored her white cheeks, answered, as truly
as the slow, yes, that struggled painfully to her lips.
And excuse me again, Miss Dyer,
did he propose marriage to you? He did.
Did you accept him?
I did not. Did you refuse him?
I refused to engage myself to him.
Miss Dair, will you tell us when you left Buffalo?
On the 19th day of August last.
Did the prisoner accompany you?
he did not upon what sort of terms did you part good terms sir do you mean friendly terms or such as are held by a man and a woman between whom an attachment exists which under favourable circumstances may culminate in marriage
the latter sir i think did you receive any letters from the prisoner after you returned the sibli yes sir and did you answer them
i did miss there may i now ask what reasons you gave the prisoner for decline in his offer that is if my friend does not object to the question added the district attorney turning with courtesy toward mr orcut
the latter who had started to his feet bowed composedly and prepared to resume his seat i desire to put nothing in the way of your eliciting the whole truth concerning this matter
was as quiet if somewhat constrained response mr ferris at once turned back to miss dare you will then answer he said
emmaging lifted her head and complied i told him she declared with thrilling distinctness that he was in no condition to marry i am by nature an ambitious woman
and not having suffered at that time thought more of my position before the world than of what constitutes the worth and dignity of a man
no one who heard these words could doubt they were addressed to the prisoner haughtily as she held herself there was a deprecatory humility in her tone that neither judge nor jury could have elicited from her naturally many eyes turned in the direction of the prisoner
they saw two white faces before them that of the accused and that of his counsel who sat near him but the pallor of the one was of scorn and that of the other well no one who knew the relations of mr orcutt to the witness
could wonder that the renowned lawyer shrank from hearing the woman he loved confess her partiality for another man mr ferris who understood the situation as well as his own man
mr ferris who understood the situation as well as any one but who had passed the point where sympathy could interfere with his action showed a disposition to press his advantage
miss dare he inquired in declining the proposal of the prisoner did you state to him in so many words these objections you have here mentioned i did and what answer did he give you he replied that he was also ambitious
and hoped and intended to make a success in life and did he tell you how he hoped and intended to make a success he did
miss dare were these letters written by you she looked at the packet he held toward her started as she saw the broad black ribbon that encircled it and bowed her head i have no doubt these are my letters she rejoined a little tremulously for her
and unbinding the packet she examined its contents yes she answered they are these letters were all written by me and she handed them back with such haste that the ribbon which bound them remained in her fingers
where consciously or unconsciously she held it clutched all through the remaining time of her examination now said the district attorney i propose to read two of these letters
does my friend wish to look at them before i offer them in evidence holding them out to mr orcut every eye on the court-room was fixed upon the latter's face as the letters addressed to his rival by the woman he wished to make his wife
were tendered in this public manner to his inspection even the iron face of mansell relax into an expression of commiseration as he turned and surveyed the man who in
in despite of the anomalous position they held toward each other was thus engaged in battling for his life before the eyes of the whole world at that instant there was not a spectator who did not feel that fremont orcott was the hero of the moment
he slowly turned to the prisoner have you any objection to these letters being read no returned the other in a low tone
mr orcutt turned firmly to the district attorney you may read them if you think proper said he mr ferris bowed the letters were marked as exhibits by the stenographic reporter who was taking the minutes of testimony
and handed back to ferris who proceeded to read the following in a clear voice to the jury sibli new york september seventh eighteen eighty two
Dear friend, you sow signs of impatience, and ask for a word to help you through this period of uncertainty and unrest.
What can I say more than I have said, that I believe in you and in your invention, and proudly wait for the hour when you will come to claim me with fruit of your labors in your hand?
I am impatient myself, but I have more trust than you.
someone will see the value of your work before long,
or else your aunt will interest herself in your success
and lend you that practical assistance
which you need to start you in the way of fortune and fame.
I cannot think you are going to fail.
I will not allow myself to look forward
to anything less than success for you
and happiness for myself.
For the one involves the other,
as you must know by this time,
or else believe me to be the most heartless of coquettes.
Wishing to see you, but of the opinion that further meetings between us would be unwise
till our future looks more settled.
I remain, hopefully yours, Imogene Dare.
The other letter I proposed to read, continued Mr. Ferris, is date at September 23rd,
three days before the widow's death.
dear craik since you insist on seeing me and say that you have reasons of your own for not visiting me openly i will consent to meet you at the tristing spot you mentioned
though all such underhand dealings are as foreign to my nature as i believe them to be to yours trusting that fortune will so favour us as to make it unnecessary for us to meet in this way more than once
i wait and anxiety for your coming emmageen dare end of chapter twenty eight part one section thirty of hand and ring
by ann at catherine green this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter twenty eight the chief witness for the prosecution part two these letters unfolding relations that up to this time
had been barely surmised by the persons congregated before her created a great impression to those especially who knew her and believed her to be engaged to mr orcut
the surprise was well-nigh thrilling the witness seemed to feel this and bestowed a short quick glance upon the lawyer that may have partially recompensed him for the unpleasantness of the general curiosity
the prosecuting attorney went on without pause miss dare said he did you meet the prisoner as you promised i did will you tell me when and where on the afternoon of monday september twenty seventh in the glade back of mrs clement's house
miss dare we fully realize the pain it must cost you to refer to these matters but i must request you tell us what passed between you at this interview if you will ask me questions sir i will answer them with the truth the subject demands
the sorrowful dignity with which this was said called forth a bow from the prosecuting attorney very well he rejoined did the prisoner have any thing to the prisoner have any
anything to say about his prospects? He did. How did he speak of them? Dispondingly. And what
reason did he give for this? He said he had failed to interest any capitalist in his invention.
Any other reason? Yes. What was that? That he had just come from his aunt, whom he had
tried to persuade to advance him a sum of money to carry out his wishes, but that she had refused.
he told you that yes sir did he also tell you what path he had taken to his aunt's house no sir was there anything said by him to show he did not take the secret path through the woods and across the bog to her back door
no sir were that he did not return in the same way no sir miss dayer did the prisoner express to you at this time irritation as well as regret at the result of his own
efforts to elicit money from his aunt?
Yes, was he evidently forced reply.
Can you remember any words that he used, which would tend to show the condition of his mind?
I have no memory for words, she began, but flushed as she met the eye of the judge,
and perhaps remembered her oath.
I do recollect, however, one expression he used, he said,
life is worth nothing to me without success, if only to win you, I must put this matter through,
and I will do it yet."
She repeated this quietly, giving it no emphasis, and scarcely any inflection, as if she hoped
by her mechanical way of uttering it to rob it of any special meaning, but she did not
succeed, as was shown by the compassionate tone in which Mr. Ferris next addressed her.
Miss Dare, did you express any anger yourself at the refusal of Mrs. Clements to assist the
prisoner by lending him such monies as he required?
Yes, sir, I fear I did. It seemed unreasonable to me then, and I was very anxious he should
have that opportunity to make fame and fortune, which I thought.
his genius merited.
Miss Thayer inquired the district attorney, calling to his aid such words as he had heard from
old Sally in reference to this interview.
Did you make use of any such expression as this?
I wish I knew Mrs. Clements?
I believe I did.
And did this mean that you had no acquaintance with a murdered woman at that time?
Pursued Mr. Ferris, half turning to the prisoner's counsel, as if he anticipated.
anticipated the objection which the gentleman might very properly make to a question concerning the intention of a witness and mr orcut yielding to a professional instinct did indeed make a slight movement as if to rise but became instantly motionless
nothing could be more painful to him than to wrangle before the crowded courtroom over these dealings between the woman he loved and the man he was now defeclious
pending. Mr. Ferris turned back to the witness and awaited her answer. It came without hesitation.
I meant that, sir. And what did the prisoner say when you gave utterance to this wish?
He asked me, why I desired to know her. And what did you reply? That if I knew her,
I might be able to persuade her to listen to his request. And what answer had he for this?
None, but a quick shake of his head.
Miss Thayer, up to the time of this interview,
had you ever received any gift from the prisoner,
jewelry, for instance, say a ring?
No, sir.
Did he offer you such a gift then?
He did.
What was it?
A gold ring set with a diamond.
Did you receive it?
No, sir.
I felt that in taking a ring from him,
I would be given irrevocable promise, and I was not ready to do that.
Did you allow him to put it on your finger?
I did.
And it remained there, suggested Mr. Ferris with a smile.
A minute, maybe.
Which of you then took it off?
I did.
And what did you say when you took it off?
I do not remember my words.
And again recalling old Sally's account of this interview,
Mr. Ferris asked,
were they these i cannot wait till to-morrow yes i believe they were and when he inquired why to-morrow did you reply a night has been known to change the whole current of one's affairs
i did miss dare what did you mean by those words i object cried mr orcutt rising unseen by any save himself the prisoner had made him an eloquent gesture slight
but peremptory i think it is one i have a right to ask urged the district attorney but mr orcutt who manifestly had the best argument maintained his objection and the court instantly ruled in his favor
mr ferris prepared to modify his question but before he could speak the voice of miss dare was heard gentlemen said she there was no need of all this talk
i intended to seek an interview with mrs clements and try what the effect would be of confining to her my interest in her nephew the dignified simplicity with which she spoke and the air of quiet candour that for that one moment surrounded her
gave to this voluntary explanation an unexpected force that carried it quite home to the hearts of the jury even mr orcut
could not preserve the frown with which she had confronted her at the first movement of her lips but turned toward the prisoner with a look almost congratulatory in its character but mr bird who for reasons of his own kept his eyes upon that prisoner observed that it was met
with no other return than the shadow of a bitter smile which now and then visited his otherwise unmoved countenance mr ferris who in his friendship for the witness was secretly rejoiced in an explanation which separated her from the crime of her lover
bowed in acknowledgment of the answer she had been pleased to give him in face of the ruling of the court and calmly proceeded
and what reply did the prisoner make you when you uttered this remark in reference to the change that a single day sometimes makes in one's affairs something in the way of assent can you not give us his words no sir
well then can you tell us whether or not he looked thoughtful when you said this he may have done so sir did it strike you at the time that reflected on what you said i could not say how it struck me at the time that reflected on what you said
i could not say how it struck me at the time did he look at you a few minutes before speaking or in any way conduct himself as if he had been set thinking he did not speak for a few minutes and looked at you yes sir
the district attorney paused a moment as if to let the results of his examination sink into the minds of the jury then he went on miss dare you say you return to you return to the result of his examination sink into the minds of the jury then he went on
miss dare you say you returned the ring to the prisoner yes sir you say positively that the ring passed from you to him that you saw it in his hand after it had left yours
no sir the ring passed from me to him but i did not see it in his hand because i did not return it to him that way i dropped it into his pocket at this acknowledgment which made both the prisoner and his counsel look up
mr bird felt himself nudged by hickory did you hear that he whispered yes returned the other and do you believe it miss there is on oath was the reply who was hickory's whispered exclamation
the district attorney alone showed no surprise you dropped it into his pocket he resumed how came you to do that i was weary of the strife which had followed my refusal to accept this token
he would not take it from me himself so i restored it to him in the way i have said miss dare will you tell us what pocket this was
the outside pocket on the left side of his coat she returned with a cold and careful exactness that caused a prisoner to drop his eyes from her face with that faint but scornful twitch of the muscles about his mouth
which gave to his countenance now and then the proud look of disdain which both detectives had noted miss dare continued the prosecuting attorney did you see this ring again during the interview
no sir did you detect the prisoner making any move to take it out of his pocket or have you any reason to believe that it was taken out of the pocket on the left-hand side of his coat while you were with him no sir
so that as far as you know it was still in his pocket when you parted yes sir miss dare have you ever seen that ring since i have when and where i saw it on the morning of the murder it was lying on the floor of mrs clement's dining-room
i had gone to the house in my surprise at hearing of the murderous assault which had been made upon her and while surveying the spot where she was struck
perceived this ring lying on the floor before me.
What made you think it was the ring
which you had returned to the prisoner the day before?
Because of its setting and the character of the gem, I suppose.
Could you see all this where it was lying on the floor?
It was brought nearer to my eyes, sir.
A gentleman, who was standing near,
picked it up and offered it to me, supposing it was mine.
As he held it out in his open palm,
I saw it plainly.
Miss Dare, will you tell us what you did when you first saw this ring lying on the floor?
I covered it with my foot.
Was that before you recognized it?
I cannot say.
I placed my foot upon it instinctively.
How long did you keep it there?
Some few minutes.
What caused you to move at last?
I was surprised.
What surprised you?
A man came to the door.
What man?
I don't know.
A stranger to me.
Someone who had been sent on an errand connected with this affair.
What did he say or do to surprise you?
Nothing.
It was what you said after the man had gone.
And what did I say, Miss Dare?
She cast him a look of the faintest appeal,
but answered quietly,
something about it's not being the tramp
who had committed this crime.
that surprised you that made me start miss dyer were you present in the house when the dying woman spoke the one or two exclamations which had been testified to in this trial yes sir what was the burden of the first speech you heard
the words hand sir and ring she repeated the two half a dozen times miss dare what did you say to the gentleman who showed you the ring and ring and ring and her and she repeated the two half a dozen times miss dair what did you say to the gentleman who showed you the ring and the ring and
and asked it if it were yours. I told him it was mine, and took it and placed it on my finger.
But the ring was not yours. My acceptance of it made it mine. In all but that regard,
it had been mine ever since Mr. Mansell offered it to me the day before.
Mr. Ferris surveyed the witness for a moment before saying,
then you consider it damaging to your lover to have found this ring in that apartment?
Mr. Orcutt instantly rose to object.
I won't press the question, said the district attorney, with a wave of his hand, and a slight
look at the jury.
You ought never to have asked to declare Mr. Orcutt, with the first appearance of heat he had shown.
You are right, Mr. Ferris coolly responded.
The jury could see the point without any.
assistance from you or me.
And the jury, returned, Mr. Orcutt, with equal coolness, is scarcely obliged to you for the
suggestion.
Well, we won't quarrel about it, declared Mr. Ferris.
We won't quarrel about anything, retorted Mr. Orcutt.
We will try the case in a legal manner.
Have you got through, inquired Mr. Ferris, nettled?
Mr. Orcutt took his seat with a simple reply.
I go on with the case.
The district attorney, after a momentary pause,
to regain the threat of his examination
and recover his equanimity, turned to the witness.
Miss Derry asked,
how long did you keep that ring on your finger
after you left the house?
A little while, five or ten minutes, perhaps.
Where were you when you took it off?
Her voice sank just a trifle.
on the bridge at Warren Street.
What did you do with it then?
Her eyes, which had been upon the attorney's face, fell slowly.
I dropped it into the water, she said,
and the character of her thoughts and suspicions at that time stood revealed.
The prosecuting attorney allowed himself a few more questions.
When you parted with the prisoner in the woods,
was it with any arrangement for a meeting again,
before he returned the buffalo.
No, sir.
Give us the final words of your conversation, if you please.
We were just parting, and I had turned to go, and he said,
Is it goodbye, then, Imaging, and I answered,
That tomorrow must decide.
Shall I say, then, he inquired, to which I replied, yes.
T'was a short, seeming literal repetition
of possibly innocent words.
But the whisper into which her voice sank at the final yes
endowed it with a thrilling effect
for which even she was not prepared,
for she shuddered as she realized
the deathly quiet that followed its utterance
and cast a quick look at Mr. Orcutt
that was full of question, if not doubt.
I was calculating upon the interview
I intended to have with Mrs. Clemens,
she explained, turning toward the judge with indescribable dignity.
We understand that, remarked the prosecuting attorney kindly, and then inquired,
Was this the last you saw the prisoner until today?
No, sir.
When did you see him again?
On the following Wednesday.
Where?
In the depot at Syracuse.
How came you to be in Syracuse a day after the murder?
I had started to go to Buffalo.
What purpose had you in going to Buffalo?
I wished to see Mr. Mansell.
Did he know you were coming?
No, sir.
Had no communication passed between you
from the time you parted in the woods
till you came upon each other in the depot
you have just mentioned?
No, sir.
He had no reason to expect to meet you there?
No, sir.
With what words did you accost each other?
i don't know i have no remembrance of saying anything i was utterly dumbfounded at seeing him in this place and cannot say into what exclamation i may have been betrayed and he don't you remember what he said
no sir i only know that he started back with a look of great surprise afterward he asked if i were on my way to see him and what did you answer i don't think i made any answer i was wondering if he was on his way to see me
did you put the question to him perhaps i cannot tell it is all like a dream to me if she had said a horrible dream every one there would have believed her
you can tell us however if you held any conversation we did not and can you tell us how this interview terminated yes sir i turned away and took the train back home which i saw standing on the track without
out.
And he turned away also, where he went, I cannot say.
Miss Dare, the district attorney's voice, was very earnest.
Can you tell us which of you made the first movement to go?"
What does he mean by that, whispered Hickreida Bird?
I think she commenced and paused.
Her eyes and wondering over the throng of spectators before her had settled on these two detectives,
And noting the breathless way in which they looked at her, she seemed to realize that
more might lie in this question than at first appeared.
I do not know, she answered at last.
It was a simultaneous movement, I think.
Are you sure, persisted Mr. Ferris?
You're on oath, Miss Dare.
Is there no way in which you can make certain whether you or he took the initiatory step
in the sudden parting after an event that so much you?
materially changed your mutual prospects?
No, sir, I can only say that in recalling the sensation of that hour, I am certain of my
own movement was not the result of any I saw him take, the instinct to leave the place
at its birth in my own breast.
I told you so, commented Hickory, in the ear of Bird.
She is not going to give herself away whatever happens.
But can you positively say,
He did not make the first motion to leave.
No, sir.
Mr. Fares bowed, turned toward the opposing counsel, and said,
The witness is yours.
Mr. Farris sat down perfectly satisfied.
He had dexterously brought out imaging suspicions of a prisoner's guilt
and knew that the jury must be influenced in their convictions
by those of the woman who, of all the world,
ought to have believed, if she could, in the innocence of her lover.
He did not even fear the cross-examination which he expected to follow.
No amount of skill on the part of Orcutt could extract other than the truth,
and the truth was that Imogene believed the prisoner to be the murderer of his aunt.
He therefore surveyed the courtroom with a smile
and awaited the somehow slow proceedings of his opponent with equanimity.
But to the surprise of everyone, Mr. Orcutt, after a short consultation with the prisoner,
rose and said he had no questions to put to the witness.
And Miss Dare was allowed to withdraw from the stand,
to the great satisfaction of Mr. Ferris, who found himself by this move
in a still better position than he had anticipated.
Bird whispered Hickory,
as Miss Dare returned somewhat tremulously
to her former seat among the witnesses.
Bird, you could knock me over with a feather.
I thought the defense would have no difficulty
in riddling this woman's testimony,
and they have not even made the effort.
Can it be that Orcutt has such an attachment for her
that he's going to let his rival hang?
No, Orcut, isn't the man to deliberately lose a case for any woman.
He looks at Miss Dare's testimony from a different standpoint than you do.
He believes what she says to be true, and you do not.
Then all I've got to say, so much the worse for Mansell,
was the whispered response.
He was a fool to trust his case to that man.
The judge, the jury,
and all the bystanders in court, it must be confessed, shared the opinion of Hickory.
Mr. Orcutt was standing on slippery ground.
End of Chapter 28, Part 2.
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Chapter 29. The Opening of the Defense.
Excellent.
melody vice, 12th night.
Late that afternoon the prosecution rested.
It had made out a case of great strength and seeming impregnability.
Favorably, as everyone was disposed, to regard the prisoner, the evidence against him
was such that to quote a man who's pretty free with his opinions in the lobby of the
courtroom, or cut, will have to wake up if he is going to clear his man,
in face of facts like these the moment therefore when this famous lawyer and distinguished advocate rose to open the defense was one of great interest to more than the immediate actors in the scene
it was felt that hitherto he had rather idled with his case and curiosity was awake to his future course indeed in the minds of many the counsel for the prisoner was on trial as well as his client
he rose with more of self-possession quiet and reserved strength than could be hoped for and his look toward the court and then to the jury tended to gain for him the confidence
which up to this moment he seemed to be losing never a handsome man or even an imposing one he had the advantage of always rising to the occasion and whether pleading with a jury or arguing with opposing counsel
flashed with that unmistakable glitter of keen and ready intellect which once observed in a man marks him off from his less gifted fellows and makes him the sign assure of all eyes however insignificant his height features or ordinary expression
to day he was even cooler more brilliant and more confident in his bearing than usual feelings the feelings he possessed and we who have seen him at his hearth can have no doubt on this subject
had been set aside when he rose to his feet and turned his face upon the expectant crowd before him to save his client seemed the one predominating impulse of his soul
and as he drew himself up to speak mr bird who was watching him with the utmost eagerness and anticipation felt that despite appearances despite evidence despite probability itself this man was going to win his case
may it please your honor and gentlemen of the jury he began and those who looked at him could not but notice how the prisoner at his side lifted his head at this address to this address to his head at this address to his own.
it seemed, as if the words issued from his lips instead of from those of his counsel.
I stand before you today not to argue with my learned opponent in reference to the evidence
which he has brought out with so much ingenuity. I have a simpler duty than that to perform.
I have to show you how, in spite of this evidence, in face of all this accumulated testimony,
showing the prisoner to have been in possession of both motive and opportunities for committing
this crime, he is guiltless of it, that a physical impossibility stands in the way of his being
the assailant of the widow Clemens, and that to whomever or whatsoever her death may be due,
it neither was nor could have been the result of any blow struck by the prisoner's hand.
In other words, we dispute, not the facts which have led the prosecuting attorney of this district,
and perhaps others also, to infer guilt on the part of the prisoner.
Here Mr. Orcott cast a significant glance at the bench where the witnesses sat.
But the inference itself.
Something besides proof of motive and opportunity must be urged against this man
in order to convict him of guilt.
nor is it sufficient to show he was on the scene of the murder some time during the fatal morning when mrs clements was attacked you must prove he was there at the time the deadly blow was struck
for it is not with him as with so many against whom circumstantial evidence of guilt is brought this man gentlemen has an answer for those who accuse him of crime an answer to before which all the circumstantial evidence in the world cannot stand
do you want to know what it is give me but a moment's attention and you shall hear
expectation which had been rising through this exordium now stood at fever point bird and hickory held their breaths and even miss dayer showed feeling through the icy restraint which had hitherto governed her secret anguish and suspense
mr orcutt went on first however as i have already said the prisoner desires it to be understood that he has no intention of disputing the various facts
which have been presented before you at this trial.
He does not deny that he was in great need of money at the time of his aunt's death,
that he came to Sibley to entreat her to advance to him certain sums he deemed necessary
to the furtherance of his plans, that he came secretly and in the roundabout way you describe.
Neither does he refuse to allow that his errand was also one of love.
that he sought and obtained the private interview with a woman he wished to make his wife in the place and at the time testified to that the scraps of conversation which have been sworn to as having passed between them at this interview are true in so far as they go
and that he did place upon the finger of miss there a diamond ring also he admits that she took this ring off immediately upon receiving it
saying she could not accept it at least not then and that she entreated him to take it back which he declined to do though he cannot say she did not restore it in the manner she declares
for he remembers nothing of the ring after the moment he put her hand aside as she was offering it back to him the prisoner also allows that he slept in the hut and remained in that especial region of the woods until near noon the next day
but your honor and gentlemen of the jury what the prisoner does not allow and will not admit is that he struck the blow which eventually robbed mrs clements of her life and the proof which i propose to bring forward in support of this assertion is this
mrs clements received the blow which led to her death at some time previous to three minutes past twelve on tuesday september twenty sixth
this the prosecution has already proved now what i propose to show is that mrs clements however or whenever assailed was still living and unhurt up to ten minutes before twelve on the same day
a witness whom you must believe saw her at that time and conversed with her proving that the blow by which she came to her death must have occurred after that hour that is after ten minutes before noon
but your honor and gentlemen of the jury the prosecution has already shown that the prisoner stepped on to the train at monteth quarry station at twenty minutes past one of that same day
and as produced witnesses whose testimony positively proves that the road he took there from mrs clement's house was the same he had traversed in his secret approach to it the day before these the path through the woods
the only path i may here state that connects these two points with anything like directness but sirs what the prosecution has not shown you and what it now devolves upon me to show
is that this path which the prisoner is allowed to have taken is one which no man could traverse
without encountering great difficulties and many hindrances of speed. It is not only a narrow
path filled with various encumbrances in the way of brambles and rolling stones, but it is so flanked
by an impenetrable undergrowth in some places and by low swampy ground in others that no deviation
from its course as possible, while to keep within it and follow its many turns and windings
till it finally emerges upon the highway that leads to the Quarry Station
would require many more minutes than those which elapsed between the time of the murder
and the hour of the prisoner made his appearance at the Quarry Station.
In other words, I propose to introduce before you as witnesses two gentlemen from New York,
both of whom are experts in all feats of pedestrianism and who having been over the road themselves are in position to testify
that the time necessary for a man to pass by means of this path from mrs clement's house to the quarry station is by a definite number of minutes greater than that allowed to the prisoner by the evidence laid before you
if therefore you accept the testimony of the prosecution is true and believe that the prisoner took the train for buffalo which she has been said to do it follows
as a physical impossibility for him to have been at mrs clemens cottage or anywhere else except on the road to the station at the moment when the fatal blow was dealt your honor this is our answer to the terrible charge which has been made
against the prisoner. It is simple, but it is effective, and upon it, as upon a rock,
we found our defense. And with a bow, Mr. Orcott sat down, and it being late in the day,
the court adjourned. End of Chapter 29.
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Bird uses his pencil again.
Aye, sir, you shall find me reasonable.
If it be so, I shall do that.
That is reason.
Merry wives of Windsor.
Bird, you look dazed.
I am.
Hickory paused till they were well clear the crowd
that was pouring from the courtroom.
Then he said,
Well, what do you think of this as a defense?
I am beginning to think it is good, was a slow, almost hesitating reply.
Beginning to think?
Yes, at first it seemed puerial.
I had such a steadfast belief, in Mansell's guilt, I could not give much credit to any argument
tending to shake me loose from my convictions.
But the longer I think of it, the more vividly I remember the difficulties of the road
he had the take in his flight.
I have traveled it myself, you remember,
and I don't see how he could have got over the ground in ninety minutes.
Hickory's face assumed the somewhat quizzical expression.
Bird said he,
Whom were you looking at during the time Mr. Orcutt was making his speech?
At the speaker, of course, bah,
whom were you looking at?
At the person who would be likely to give him,
me some return for my pains.
The prisoner? No.
Whom then?
Miss Dare?
Bird shifted uneasily to the other side of his companion.
And what did you discover from her, Hickory, he asked.
Two things, first, that she knew no more than the rest of us what the defense was going
to be.
Secondly, that she regarded it as a piece of great cleverness on the part of Orcutt,
but that she didn't believe in it any more well any more than i do hickory yes sir miss d'er is a smart woman and a resolute one
and could have baffled the penetration of all concerned if she had only remembered the try but she forgot that others might be more interested in making out what was going on in her mind at this critical moment than in watching the speaker or noting the effect of his words upon the court
in fact she was too eager to hear what he had to say to remember her role i fancy but i don't see began bird wait interrupted the other you believe miss dare loves craig mansell most certainly was the gloomy response
very well then if she had known what the defense was going to be she would have been acutely alive to the effect it was going to have it was going to have upon the jury that would have had been a goodly alive to the jury that would have had been a goodly alive to have upon the jury that would have
been her first thought, and her only thought all the time Mr. Orcutt was speaking, and she would
have sat with her eyes fixed upon the men, upon whose acceptance or non-acceptance of the
truth of this argument, her lover's life ultimately depended.
But no, her gaze, like yours, remained fixed upon Mr. Orcutt, and she scarcely breathed
or stirred till he had fully revealed what his argument was going to be, then.
Well, then, instead of flashing with the joy of relief which any devoted woman would experience,
who sees in this argument a proof of her lover's innocence, she merely dropped her eyes,
and resumed her old mask of impassiveness.
From all of which you gather, that her feelings were not those of relief but doubt,
in other words, that the knowledge she possesses is of a character which laughs the scorn
any sub-subtrophuge of defense as Orcut advances.
Hickory ventured Byrd, after a long silence,
It is time we understood each other.
What is your secret thought in relation to Miss Dare?
My secret thought?
Well, drawed the other, looking away,
I think she knows more about this crime
than she has yet chosen to reveal.
More than she evinced today in her testimony?
Yes.
I should like to know why you think so.
What special reason have you for drawing any such conclusions?
Well, one reason is that she was no more shaken by the plausible argument advanced by Mr. Orcutt
if her knowledge of the crime was limited to what she acknowledged in her testimony
and her conclusions, as to Mansell's guilt, were really founded upon such facts
as she gave us in court today.
why didn't she grasp at the possibility of her lover's innocence, which was held out to her by his counsel?
No, facts that she had testified to, not even the fact of his ring, having been found on the scene of the murder,
could stand before the proof that he left the region of Mrs. Clement's house before the moment of assault.
yet while invincing interest in the argument and some confidence in it too as one that would be likely to satisfy the jury she gave no tokens of being surprised by it into a reconsideration of her own conclusions
as must have happened if she told the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth when she was on the stand to-day i see remarked bird then you are presuming to understand
and Miss Dare after all.
Hickory smiled.
You call this woman a mystery, proceeded,
Bird, hint at great possibilities
of acting on her part,
and yet in a moment, as it were,
profess yourself,
the reader of her in most thoughts,
and the interpreter of looks and expressions,
she has manifestedly assumed
to hide those thoughts.
Hickory's smile broadened into a laugh.
Just so he cried,
one's imbecility has to stop somewhere.
Then, as he saw Bird look grave at it,
I haven't a single fact at my command
that isn't shared by you.
My conclusions are different, that is all?
Horace Bird did not answer.
Perhaps if Hickory could have sounded his thoughts,
he would have discovered that their conclusions
were not so far apart as he imagined.
Hickory, Bird at last, demanded,
what do you propose to do with your conclusions i propose to wait and see if mr orcutt proves his case if he don't i have nothing more to say but if he does i think i shall call the attention of mr ferris to one question he has omitted to ask miss dare
and what is that where she was on the morning of mrs clement's murder you remember you took some interest in that question yourself of
while ago. But, not that I think anything will come of it, only my conscience will be set at rest.
Hickory, bird's face, had quite altered now. Where do you think Miss Dare was at that time?
Where do I think she was, repeated, Hickory? Well, I will tell you, I think she was not in Professor
Darling's Observatory. Do you think she was in the glade, back of widow Clemens' house?
Now you ask me conundrums.
Hickory, Bird, spoke, almost violently.
Mr. Orcutt shall not prove his case.
No.
I will make the run over the ground supposed to have been taken by Mansell in his flight,
and showing my own proper person that it can be done in the time specified.
Hickory's eye, which had taken a rapid survey of his companion's form,
during the utterance of the above darkened.
Then he slowly shook his head.
You couldn't, he rejoined, laconically.
Too little stay in power.
You'd give out before he got clear the woods.
Better delegate the job to me.
To you?
Yes, I'm of the mate to stand long runs.
Besides, I am no novice at athletic sports of any kind.
More than one race has owned its interest to the efforts
of your humble servant. Tis my pet amusement, you see, as offhand drawing is yours, and it is likely
to be of as much use to me, huh? Hickory, you are chafing me. Think so? Do you see that five-barred gate
over there? Well, now, keep your eye on the top rail, and see if I clear it, without a
graze or not. Stop, exclaimed, Bird. Don't make a fool of yourself in the public street. I'll believe you.
if you say you understand such things well i do and what is more i am adept at them if i can't make that run in the time requisite to show that mansell could have committed the murder and yet arrive at the station the moment he did i don't know of a chap who can
hickory do you mean to say you will make this run yes with a conscientious effort to prove that orcut's scheme of defence is false
yes when to-morrow while we were in court yes bird turned square round gave hickory a look and offered his hand
you are a good fellow he declared may luck go with you hickory suddenly became unusually thoughtful a little while ago he reflected this fellow's sympathies were all with mansell now he would risk my limbs and neck
to have the man proved guilty he does not wish miss neyer to be questioned again i see hickory resumed bird a few minutes later orcut has not rested the defence upon this one point without being very sure of its being unassailable
i know that he has had more than one expert make that run during the weeks that have elapsed since the murder it has been tested to the utmost i know that
if you succeed then in doing what none of these others have it must be by dint of a better understanding of the route you have to take and the difficulties you will have to overcome now do you understand the route
i think so you will have to start from the widow's door you know certain cross the bog enter the woods skirt the hut but i won't go into details the best way to prove you know
exactly what you have to do, is to see if you can describe the route yourself.
Come into my room, old fellow, and let us see if you can give me a sufficiently
exact account of the ground you'll have to pass over, for me to draw up a chart by it.
An hour spent with pencil and paper tonight may save you from an uncertainty tomorrow
that would lose you a good ten minutes.
Good, that's an idea. Let's try it, rejoined Hickory.
and being by this time at the hotel they went in.
In another moment they were shut up in Mr. Bird's room,
with a large sheet of fool's cap before them.
Now, cried Horace, taking up a pencil,
begin with your description, and I will follow with my drawing.
Very well, replied Hickory,
setting himself forward in a way to watch his colleague's pencil.
I leave the widow's house by the dining-room,
door, a square for the house, bird, well down in the left-hand corner of the paper, and a dotted
line for the path I take. Run down the yard to the fence, leap it, cross the bog, and make
straight for the woods. Very good, commented bird, sketching rapidly as the others spoke.
Having taken care to enter where the trees are thinnest, I find a path along which I rush in a
beeline till I come to the glade, any lips for the glade, bird, with a dot in it for the hut,
merely stopping to dash into the hut and out again.
Wait, Bird put in, pausing with his pencil in mid-air.
What did you want to go into the hut for?
To get the bag, which I proposed to leave there tonight.
Bag?
Yes, Mansell carried a bag, didn't he?
Don't you remember what the station-master said about the curious portman too the fellow had in his hand when he came to the station?
Yes, but.
Bird, if I run that fellow to his death, it must be fairly.
A man with an awkward bag in his hand cannot run like a man without one.
So I handicapped myself in the same way he did.
Do you see?
Yes.
Very well, then, I rush into the hut, pick up the bag, carry it out, and dash immediately
into the woods at the opening behind the hut.
What are you doing?
Just putting in a few landmarks, explained Byrd, who had run his pencil off in an opposite direction.
See, that is the path to west side which I followed in my first expedition through the woods.
the path too which Miss Dare took when she came to the hut at the time of the fearful thunderstorm.
And wait, let me put in Professor Darling's house, too, and the ridge from which you can see,
Mrs. Clement's Cottage. It will help us to understand.
What, cried Hickory, with quick suspiciousness, as the other paused.
But bird impatiently shaken his head, answered,
the whole situation, of course, then, pointing hastily back to the hut, exclaimed,
So you have entered the woods again at this place, very well. What then?
Well then, resumed Hickory, I make my way along the path I find there.
Run it at right angles to the one leading up to the glade,
till I come to a stony ledge covered with blackberry bushes.
A very cleverly drawn blackberry patch that bird,
here i fear i shall have to pause why because deuce take me if i can remember where the path runs after that
but i can a big hemlock tree stands just at the point where the woods open again make for that and you will be all right good enough but it's mighty rough travelling over that ledge and i shall have to go at a foot's pace the stones are slippery as glass
and a fall would scarcely be conducive to the final success of my scheme.
I will make the path serpentine.
That will be highly expressive.
And now what next?
The foresters rode, bird, upon which I ought to come about this time,
run at due east and west,
not that I have surveyed the ground,
but it looks more natural, so,
and let the dotted lines traverse it toward the right,
for that is the direction in which i shall go it's done said bird well description fails me now all i know is i come out on a hillside running straight down to the river bank
and that the highway is visible beyond leading directly to the station but the way to get to it i will show you interposed bird mapping out the station and their intervening river with a few quick strokes of his dexterous pencil
You see this point where you issue from the woods, very good.
It is, as you say, on hillside overlooking the river.
Well, it seems unfortunate, but there is no way of crossing that river at this point.
The falls above and below make it no place for boats,
so you will have to go back along its banks for some little distance before you come to a bridge.
But there is no use in hesitating or looking about for a shorter path.
the woods just here are encumbered with a mass of tangled undergrowth which makes them simply impassable except as you keep in the road while the river curves so frequently and with so much abruptness see
i will endeavor to give you some notion of it here that you would only waste time in attempting to make any short cuts but once over the bridge
i have only to foot it burst in hickory taking up the sketch which the other had now completed and glancing at it with a dubious eye do you know bird he remarked in another moment that it strikes me mansell did not take this roundabout road to the station
why because it is so roundabout and he is such a clear-headed fellow couldn't he have got there by some short cut no don't you remember how orcut cross-examined the station-master about the appearance which mansell presented when he came upon the platform
and how that person was forced to acknowledge that although the prisoner looked heated and exhausted his clothes were neither muddied nor torn now i did not think of it at the time but this was done by orcut to prove that mansell did take the road
i have jotted down here since any other would have carried him through swamps knee-deep with mud or among stones and briars which would have put him in a state of disorder totally unfitting him for travel
that is so acquiesced hickory after a moment's thought mansell must be kept in the path well well we will see to-morrow if wit and swift foot can make anything out of this problem
wit hickory it will be wit and not a swift foot or luck maybe i should call it or rather providence if a wagon should be going along the highway now
let me alone for availing myself of it laughed hickory waggon i would jump on the back of a mule sooner than lose the chance of gaining a minute on these experts whose testimony we are to hear to-morrow
don't lose confidence in old hickory yet he's the boy for this job if he isn't for any other and so the matter was settled end of chapter thirty section thirty three of hand
of hand and ring by anna catherine green this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter thirty one the chief witness for the defense
your if is the only peacemaker much virtue in if as you like it the crowd that congregated at the court-house the next morning was even greater than at any previous time
the opening speech of mr orcutt had been telegraphed all over the country and many who had not been especially interested in the case before felt an anxiety to hear how he would substantiate the defense he had so boldly and confidently put forth
to the general eye however the appearance of the court-room was much the same as on the previous day only to the close observer was it evident that the countenance of the court-room was much the same as on the previous day only to the close observer was it evident that the countess
of the several actors in this exciting drama wore a different expression mr bird who by dint of the most energetic effort had succeeded in procuring his old seat was one of these
and as he noted the significant change wished that hickory had been on his side to note it with him the first person he observed was naturally the judge
judge evans who has been barely introduced to the reader was a man of great moral force and discretion he had occupied his present position for many years and possessed not only the confidence but the affections of those who came within the sphere of his jurisdiction
the reason for this undoubtedly lay in his sympathetic nature while never accused of weakness he so unmistakably retained the feeling heart under the official
that it was by no means an uncommon thing for him to show more emotion in uttering a sentence than the man he condemned did in listening to it his expression then upon this momentous morning was of great significance to mr bird
in its hopefulness and cheer was written the extent of the effect made upon the unprejudiced mind by the promised defence as for mr orcud himself no advocate could display a more confident air or prepared to introduce his witnesses with more dignity or quiet assurance
his self-possession was so marked indeed that mr bird who felt a sympathetic interest in what he knew to be seething in this man's breast was greatly surprised and surveyed with a feeling almost akin to awe the lawyer
who could sink all personal considerations in the cause he was trying miss dare on the contrary was in a state of nervous agitation
though no movement betrayed this the very force of the restraint she put upon herself showed the extent of her inner excitement the prisoner alone remained unchanged nothing could shake his steady soul from its composure
not the possibility of death or the prospect of release he was absolutely imposing in his quiet presence and mr bird could not but admire the power of the man even while recoiling from his supposed guilt
the opening of the defence carried the minds of many back to the inquest the nice question of time was gone into and the moment when mrs clements was found lying bleeding and insensible
at the foot of her dining-room clock fixed at three or four minutes past noon the next point to be ascertained was when she received the deadly blow and here the great surprise of the defense occurred
mr orcut rose and in clear firm tone said guv'nardr hildreth take the stand instantly and before the witness could comply mr ferris was on his feet
who wot he cried guv'nor hildreth repeated mr orcutt did you know this gentleman has already been in custody upon suspicion of having committed the crime for which the prisoner is now being tried
i do return mr orcutt with imperturbable sain-froix and is it your intention to save your client from the gallows by putting the halter around the neck of the man you now propose to call as a witness
no retorted mr orcutt i do not propose to put the halter about any man's neck that is the proud privilege of my learned and respected opponent
with an impatient frown mr fair sat down while mr hildreth who had taken advantage of this short passage of arms between the lawyers to retain his place in the remote corner where he was more or less shielded from the curiosity of the crowd rose
and with a slow and painful movement that at once attracted attention to his carefully banished throat and the general air of debility which surrounded him came hesitatingly forward and took his stand in face of the judge and jury
necessarily a low murmur greeted him from the throng of interested spectators who saw this appearance before them of the man who by no more than a hair's breath had escaped occupying the position of the prisoner
another of those dramatic incidents with which this trial seemed fairly to bristle it was hushed by one look from the judge but not before it had awakened in mr hildreth's
weak and sensitive nature, those old emotions of shame and rage, whose token was a flush so deep
and profuse, it unconsciously repelled the gaze of all who beheld it. Immediately, Mr. Bird,
who sat with bated breath, as it were, so intense was his excitement over the unexpected turn
of affairs, recognized the full meaning of the situation, and awarded to Mr. Orcutt all the
admiration which is skill in bringing it about undoubtedly deserved. Indeed, as the detective's
quick glance flashed first at the witness, cringing in his old, unfortunate way, before the gaze
of the crowd, and then at the prisoner sitting unmoved and quietly disdainful in his dignity and pride,
he felt that whether Mr. Orcutt succeeded in getting all he wished from his witness, the mere
conjunction of these two men before the jury with the opportunity for comparison between them,
which it inevitably offered, was the master's stroke of this eminent lawyer's legal career.
Mr. Ferris seemed to feel the significance of the moment also, for his eyes fell and his brow contracted
with a sudden doubt that convinced Mr. Bird that mentally he was on the point of giving up his case.
the witness was at once sworn orcut believes hildreth to be the murderer or at least is willing that others should be impressed with this belief was the comment of bird to himself at this juncture
he had surprised a look which had passed between the lawyer and miss dare a look of such piercing sarcasm and scornful inquiry that it might well arrest the detective's attention and lead him to question the intentions of the man
who could allow such an expression of his feelings to escape him.
But whether the detective was correct in his inference
or whether Mr. Orcut's glance at Amageen
meant no more than the natural emotion of a man
who suddenly sees reveal to the woman he loves the face of him
for whose welfare she has expressed the greatest concern
and for whose sake, while unknown,
she has consented to make the heaviest of sacrifices.
The wary lawyer was careful to show neither scorn nor prejudice
when he turned toward the witness and began his interrogations.
On the contrary, his manner was highly respectful, if not considerate,
and his questions while put with such art as to keep the jury constantly alert
to the anomalous position which the witness undoubtedly held,
were of a nature mainly to call forth the one fact for which his testimony was presumably desired.
This was his presence in the widow's house on the morning of the murder,
and the fact that he saw her and conversed with her and could swear to her being alive and unhurt
up to a few minutes before noon.
To be sure, the precise minute of is leaving her in this condition,
Mr. Orcutt failed to gather from the witness, but like the coroner at the inquest, he succeeded
in eliciting enough to show that the visit had been completed prior to the appearance of the
tramp at the widow's kitchen door. As it had begun after the disappearance of the Danton
children from the front of the widow's house, this fact being established and impressed upon the jury,
Mr. Orcutt, with admirable judgment, cut short his own examination of the witness,
and passed him over to the district attorney with a grim smile, suggestive, of his late taunt,
that to this gentleman belonged the special privilege of weaving halters for the necks of unhappy criminals.
Mr. Ferris, who understood his adversary's tactics only too well,
but who in his anxiety for the truth, could not.
afford to let such an opportunity for reaching it slipped by, opened his cross-examination
with great vigor.
The result could not but be favorable to the defense and damaging to the prosecution.
The position which Mr. Hildrith must occupy, if the prisoner was acquitted, was patent
to all understandings, making each and every admission on his part,
tending to exculpate the latter of a manifest force and significance.
Mr. Ferris, however, was careful not to exceed his duty or presses inquiries beyond due bounds.
The man they were trying was not Governor Hildreth, but Craig Mansell,
and to press the witness too close was to urge him into admission seemingly so damaging to himself
as, in the present state of affairs, to incur the risk of distracting attention entirely from
the prisoner.
Mr. Hildreth's examination, being at an end, Mr. Orcutt proceeded with his case by furnishing
proof calculated to fix the moment at which Mr. Hildreth had made his call.
This was done in much the same way as it was at the inquest.
Mrs. Clements' next-door neighbor, Mrs. Danton, was summoned to the stand, and after her her two children.
The testimony of the three, taking with Mr. Hildre's own acknowledgments, making it very evident to all who listened,
that he could not have gone in the Mrs. Clements' house before a quarter to twelve.
The natural inference followed, allowing the least possible time for his interview with Mrs. Clements,
the moment at which the witness swore to having seen her alive and unhurt
must have been as late as ten minutes before noon.
Taking pains to impress this time upon the jury,
Mr. Orcutt next proceeded to fix the moment
at which the prisoner arrived at Monteith Quarry Station.
As the fact of his having arrived in time
to take the afternoon train to Buffalo
had already been proved by the prosecution,
it was manifestly necessary only to determine at what hour the train was due and whether it had come in on time.
The hour was ascertained by direct consultation with the Rhodes' timetable to be just 20 minutes past one,
and the stationmaster, having been called to the stand, gave it as his best knowledge and belief that the train had been on time.
this however not being deemed explicit enough for the purposes of the defense there was submitted to the jury a telegram bearing the date of that same day and distinctly stating that the train was on time
this was testified to by the conductor of the train as having been sent by him to the superintendent of the road who was awaiting the cars at monteth and was received as evidence and considered
as conclusively fixing the hour at which the prisoner arrived at the quarry station as twenty minutes past one.
This settled, witnesses were called to testify as to the nature of the path by which he must have traveled from the widow's house to the station.
A chart similar to that Mr. Bird had drawn, but more explicit and nice in its details,
was submitted to the jury by an actual surveyor of the ground.
after which and the establishment of other minor details not necessary to enumerate here a man of well-known proficiency in running and other athletic sports was summoned to the stand
mr bird who up to this moment had shared in the interest everywhere displayed in the defense now felt his attention wandering the fact is he had heard the whistle of the train on which hickory had promised to return to sibli
and interesting as was the testimony given by the witness he could not prevent his eyes from continually turning toward the door by which he expected hickory to enter
strange to say mr orcutt seemed to take a like interest in that same door and was more than once detected by bird flashing a hurried glance in its direction as if he too were on the lookout for some one
meantime the expert in running was saying it took me one hundred and twenty minutes to go over the ground the first time and one hundred and fifteen minutes the next i gained five minutes to the next i gained five minutes
five minutes the second time, you see, he explained, by knowing my ground better and by saving my
strength where it was of no avail to attempt great speed. The last time I made the effort, however,
I lost three minutes on my former time. The wood road, which I had to take for some distance,
was deep with mud, and my feet sank with every step. The shortest time, then, which I was able to make
in the three attempts was 115 minutes.
Now has a time between the striking of the fatal blow,
and the hour at which the prisoner arrived at the quarry station,
was only 90 minutes.
The general murmur of satisfaction followed this announcement.
It was only momentary, however, for Mr. Ferris,
rising to cross-examine the witness,
curiosity prevailed over all lesser emotions,
and an immediate silence followed without the intervention of the court.
Did you make these three runs from Mrs. Clement's house to Montief Quarry Station entirely on foot?
I did, sir.
Was that necessary?
Yes, sir.
As far as the highway, at least, the path through the woods is not wide enough for a horse,
unless it be for that short distance where the forester's road intervenes.
and you ran there?
Yes, sir, twice at full speed,
the third time I had the experience I have told you of.
And how long do you think it took you
to go over that special portion of the ground?
Five minutes maybe,
and supposing you had had a horse.
Well, sir, if I had had a horse,
and if he had been waiting there,
all ready for me to jump on his back,
and if he had been a good runner
and used to the road,
I think I could have gone over it in two minutes
if I had not first broken my neck
on some of the jagged stones
that roughened the road.
In other words,
you could have saved three minutes
if you had been furnished with a horse
at that particular spot?
Yes, if?
Mr. Orkud,
whose eyes had been fixed upon the door
at this particular juncture,
now looked back at the witness
and hurriedly rose to a little.
his feet. Has my esteemed friend any testimony on hand to prove that the prisoner had a horse at this
place? If he has not, I object to these questions. What testimony I have to produce will come in at
its proper time, retorted Mr. Ferris. Meanwhile, I think I have a right to put this or any other
kind of similar question to the witness. The judge acquiescing with a nod,
Mr. Orcutt sat down.
Mr. Ferris went on.
Did you meet anyone on the road or any of these three runs which you made?
No, sir.
That is.
I meant no one in the woods.
There were one or two persons on the highway the last time I ran over it.
Were they riding or walking?
Walking.
Here Mr. Orcutt interposed.
Did you say that in passing over the highway you ran?
Yes, sir.
Why did you do this?
Had you not been told that the prisoner was seen to be walking
when he came down the road to the station?
Yes, sir, but I was in for time, you see?
And you did not make it even with that advantage?
No, sir.
The second expert had the same story to tell with a few variations.
He had made one of his runs
in five minutes less than the other had done.
but it was by great exertion that left him completely exhausted when he arrived at the station.
It was during his cross-examination that Hickory at last came in.
Horace Bird, who had been growing very impatient during the last few minutes,
happened to be looking at the door when it opened to admit this latecomer.
So was Mr. Orcutt, but Bird did not notice this, or Hickory, either.
If they had, perhaps Hickory would have been more careful to hide his feelings.
As it was, he no sooner met his colleague's eye, than he gave a quick despondent shake of the head in the intimation that he had failed.
Mr. Bird, who had anticipated a different result, was greatly disappointed.
His countenance fell, and he cast a glance of compassionate Miss Dare, now flushing with a seat.
secret, but slowly growing hope.
The defense, then, was good, and she ran the risk of being interrogated again.
It was a prospect from which Mr. Bird recoiled.
As soon as Hickory got the chance, he made his way to the side of Bird.
No go was as low, but expressive salutation.
One hundred and five minutes is the shortest time in which I can get over the ground,
and that by a deuced hard scramble of it too.
But that's five minutes gain on the experts,
Erd whispered.
Is it?
Hope I could gain something on them,
but what's five minutes gain in an affair like this?
Fifteen is what's wanted.
I know it,
and fifteen I could not make, nor ten either,
unless a pair of wings should be given me
to carry me over the river.
Sure, sure.
Here there was some commotion in their vicinity, owing to the withdrawal of the last witness from the stand.
Hickory took advantage of the bustle to lean over and whisper in bird's ear.
Do you know, I think I have been watched today.
There was a fellow concealed in Mrs. Clement's house who saw me leave it, and who, I have no doubt, took express note of the time I started.
And there was another chap hanging round the station at the quarries, whom I'm almost sure,
had no business there, unless it was to see at what moment I arrived.
He came back to Sibley when I did, but he telegraphed first, and it is my opinion, that orcut.
Here he was greatly startled by hearing his name spoken in a loud and commanding tone of voice.
stopping short he glanced up and countering the eye of mr orcutt fixed upon him from the other side of the courtroom and realized he was being summoned to the witness stand the deuce he murmured with a look at bird to which none but an artist could do justice
End of Chapter 31.
Section 34 of Hand and Ring by Anna Catherine Green.
This Librevox recording is in the public domain.
Chapter 32, Hickory
Hickory, Dickory Dock, the mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one, and down he run.
Hickory Dickory Dock.
Mother Goose's melodies.
Hickory's face was no new one to the court.
he had occupied a considerable portion of one day in giving testimony for the prosecution and his rough manner and hearty face twinkling however at times with an irrepressible humor that redeemed it and him
from all charge of ugliness were well known not only to the jury but to all the habitus of the trial yet when he stepped upon the stand at the summons of mr orcott
every eye turned toward him with curiosity so great was the surprise with which his name had been hailed and so vivid the interest aroused in what a detective devoted to the cause of the prosecution might have to say in the way of supporting the defense
the first question uttered by mr orcott served to put them upon the right track will you tell the court where you have been to-day mr hickory well replied the question uttered by mr orcott served to put them upon the right track will you tell the court where you have been to-day mr hickory
well replied the witness in a slow and ruminating tone of voice as he cast a look at mr ferris half apologetic and half reassuring i have been in a good many places you know what i mean interrupted mr orcut
tell the court where you were between the hours of eleven and a quarter to one he added with a quick glance at the paper he held in his hand oh then cried hickory suddenly relaxing into his drolless self
well then i was all along the route from sibli to monteth quarry station i don't think i was stationary at any one minute of the time sir in other words suggested mr orcutt severely
i was trying to show myself smarter than my betters bowing with a great show of respect to the two experts who sat near or in other words still i was trying to make the distance between mrs
clemens house and the station i have mentioned in time sufficient to upset the defence sir and the look he cast at mr ferris was wholly apologetic now i understand and a new suggestion did you undertake to do this mr hickory
at the suggestion of a friend of mine who is also somewhat of a detective and when was the suggestion given after your speech sir yesterday afternoon
And where?
At the hotel, sir, where I and my friend put up.
Did not the counsel for the prosecution order you to make this attempt?
No, sir.
Did he not know you are going to make it?
No, sir.
Who did know it?
My friend.
No one else?
Well, sir, judging from my present position, I should say there seems to have been someone
else, the witness slyly retorted.
the calmness with which mr orcutt carried on this examination suffered a momentary disturbance you know what i mean he returned did you tell any one but your friend that you were going to undertake this run
no sir mr hickory the lawyer now pursued will you tell us why you considered yourself qualified to succeed in attempt where you had already been told regular experts had failed
well sir i don't know unless you find the solution in the slightly presumptive character of my disposition have you ever run before or engaged in athletic sports of any kind oh yes i have run before and engaged in athletic sports yes sir
mr hickory have you ever run in a race with men of well-known reputation for speed well yes i have did you ever win in running such a race once no more well then twice
the dejection with which this last assent came forth roused the mirth of some light-hearted feather-headed people but the officers of the court soon put a stop to that
mr hickory will you tell us whether on account of having twice beaten in a race requiring the qualifications of the professional runner you consider yourself qualified to judge of the feasibility of any other man's making the distance
from mrs clement's house to monteth quarry station in ninety minutes by your own ability or non-ability to do so yes sir i did but a man's judgment of his own qualification of his own qualification
don't go very far, I've been told.
I did not ask you for any remarks, Mr. Hickory.
This is a serious matter and demands serious treatment.
I asked if in undertaking to make this run in 90 minutes,
you did not presume to judge the feasibility of the prisoner,
having made it in that time, and you answered, yes, it was enough.
The witness bowed with an air of great innocence.
Now, resumed the lawyer, you say you made this run from Mrs. Clement's house to Monteth Quarry
Station today, before telling us in what time you did it. Will you be kind enough to say what route
you took? The one, sir, which has been pointed out by the prosecution, as that which the prisoner
undoubtedly took, the path through the woods and over the bridge to the highway. I knew no other.
Did you know this?
Yes, sir.
How came you to know it?
I had been over it before.
The whole distance?
Yes, sir.
Mr. Hickory, were you well enough acquainted with a route,
not to be obliged to stop at any point during your journey
to see if you were in the right path
or taking the most direct route to your destination?
Yes, sir.
And when you got to the river,
I turned straight to the right.
and made for the bridge.
Did you not pause long enough
to see if you could not cross the stream in some way?
No, sir.
I don't know how to swim in my clothes and keep them dry.
As for my wings, I had unfortunately left them at home.
Mr. Orcut frowned.
These attempts at humor, said he,
are very malapropos, Mr. Hickory.
Then, with a return to his usual tone,
did you cross the bridge at a run yes sir and did you keep up your pace when you got to the high road no i did not you did not no sir and why may i ask i was tired tired yes sir
there was a droll de mourness in the way hickory said this which made mr orcut pause but in another minute he went on
and what pace do you take when you are tired a horse's pace when i can get it was the laughing reply a team was going by sir and i just jumped up with the driver ah you rode then part of the way was it a fast team mr hickory well it wasn't one of bonners
did they go faster than a man could run yes sir i'm obliged to say they did and how long did you ride behind them till i got in sight of the station
why did you not go farther because i had been told the prisoner was seen to walk up to the station and i meant to be fair to him when i knew how oh you did and do you think it was fair to him to steal a ride on the highway yes sir
and why because no one has ever told me that he didn't ride down the highway at least till he came within sight of the station mr hickory inquired the lawyer severely are you in possession of any knowledge proving that he did no sir
mr bird who had been watching the prisoner breathlessly through all this saw or thought he saw the faintest shadow of an odd disdainful smile across his state
sternly composed features at this moment, but he could not be sure.
There was enough in the possibility, however, to make the detective thoughtful,
but Mr. Orcutt, proceeding rapidly with his examination, left him no time to formulate his
sensations into words.
So that by taking this wagon you are certain you lost no time?
Yes, sir?
Rather gain some?
Yes, sir.
Mr. Hickory, will you now state whether you put forth your full speed today in going from
Mrs. Clemens' house to the quarry station?
I did not.
What?
I did not put forth anything like my full speed, sir, the witness repeated, with a twinkle
in the direction of bird that fell just short of being a decided wink.
And why may I ask, what restrained you from running as fast as you could,
sympathy for the defense the ironical suggestion conveyed in this last question gave hickory an excuse for indulging in his peculiar humor no sir sympathy for the prosecution
i feared the loss of one of its most humble but valuable assistance in other words i was afraid i should break my neck and why should you have any special fear of breaking your neck
the path is so uneven sir no man could run for much of the way without endangering his life or at least his limbs did you run when you could yes sir and in those places where you could not run did you proceed as fast as you knew how
yes sir very well now i think it is time you told the jury just how many minutes it took you to go from mrs clement's door to the monteth quarry station
well sir according to my watch it took one hundred and five minutes mr orcut glanced impressively at the jury one hundred and five minutes he repeated he then turned to the witness with his concluding questions
Mr. Hickory, were you present in the courtroom just now when the two experts, whom I have employed to make the run, gave their testimony?
No, sir.
Do you know in what time they made it?
I believe I do.
I was told by the person whom I informed of my failure that I had gained five minutes upon them.
And what did you reply?
That I hoped I could make something on them, but that five minutes wasn't much.
when a clean fifteen was wanted returned hickory with another droll look at the experts and an askance appeal at bird which being translated might read how in the deuce could this man have known what i was whispering to you on the other side of the court-room is he a wizard this orcut
he forgot that a successful lawyer is always more or less of a wizard end of chapter thirty two section thirty five of hand and ring by anna catherine green
this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter thirty three a late discovery oh torture me no more i will confess king lear
with the cross-examination of hickory the defence rested and the day being far advanced the court adjourned during the bustle occasioned by the departure of the prisoner mr bird took occasion the glance at the faces of those most immediately concerned in the trial
his first look naturally fell upon mr orcut ah all was going well with the great lawyer hope if not triumph beamed in his eyes and breathed in every movement of his alert and nervous form
He was looking across the courtroom at Emmigine Dare, and his features wore a faint smile
that indelibly impressed itself upon Mr. Byrd's memory, perhaps because there was something
really peculiar and remarkable in its expression, and perhaps because of the contrast it offered
to his own feelings of secret doubt and dread.
His next look naturally followed that of Mr. Orcutt and rested upon Imogene Dare.
Ah, she was under the spell of awakening hope also.
It was visible in her lighten brow, her calmer and less-studied aspect, her eager and eloquently
speaking gaze, yet lingering on the door through which the prisoner had departed.
As Mr. Bird marked this look of hers and noted all it revealed, he felt his emotions rise
till they almost confounded him.
but strong as they were they deep and still further when in another moment he beheld her suddenly drop her eyes from the door and turned them slowly reluctantly but gratefully upon mr orcutt
all the story of her life was in that change of look all the story of her future too perhaps if mr bird dared not trust himself to follow the contingency that lurked behind that if
and to divert his mind turned his attention to mr ferris but he found small comfort there for the district attorney was not alone hickory stood at his side and hickory was whispering in his ear and mr bird who knew what was weighing on his colleague's mind
found no difficulty in interpreting the mingled expression of perplexity and surprise that crossed the dark aquiline features of the district attorney as he listened with slightly bent head to what the detective had to say
that look and the deep anxious frown which crossed his brow as he glanced up and encountered emmogene's eye remained in mr bird's mind long after the court-room was empty
and he had returned to his hotel.
It mingled with the smile of strange satisfaction
which he had detected on Mr. Orcutt's face
and awakened such a turmoil of contradictory images at his mind
that he was glad when Hickory at last came in to break the spell.
Their meeting was singular and revealed, as by a flash,
the difference between the two men.
Bird contented himself with giving Hickory,
a look and saying nothing, while hickory bestowed upon bird, a hearty, well-oed fellow,
and broke out into a loud and by no means an enjoyable laugh.
You didn't expect to see me mounting the rostrum in favor of the defense, did you, he asked,
after he had indulged himself as long as he saw fit in the display of this somewhat
unseasonable mirth.
it was a surprise but i've done it for orcut now you have yes i have but the prosecution has closed its case bah what of that was the careless reply the district attorney can get it reopened no court would refuse that
horace surveyed his colleague for a moment in silence so mr ferris was struck with the point you gave him he ventured at last
well sufficiently so to be uneasy was hickory's somewhat dry response the look with which the bird answered him was eloquent and that makes you cheerful he inquired with ill-concealed sarcasm
well it has a slight tendency that way drawed the other seemingly careless of the other's expression if indeed he had noted it you see he went on with a meaning wink and a smile of utter unconcern all my energy
just now are concentrated on getting myself even with that somewhat too wide-awake lawyer,
and his smile broadened till it merged into a laugh that was rasping enough the birds more
delicate and generous sensibilities.
Sufficiently so to be uneasy?
Yes, that was it.
From the minute Mr. Ferris listened to the suggestion that Miss Dare had not told all she knew
about the murder, and that a question really was a question.
relative to where she had been at the time it was perpetrated would, in all probability,
bring strange revelations to light. He had been awakened to a most uncomfortable sense
of his position and the duty that was possibly required of him. To be sure, the time for presenting
testimony to the court was passed, unless it was in the way of rebuttal. But how did he know
but what Miss Dare had a fact at her command, which would help the present the person.
prosecution in overturning the strange, unexpected, yet simple theory of the defense.
At all events, he felt he ought to know whether, in giving her testimony,
she had exhausted her knowledge on this subject, or whether, in her sympathy for the accused,
she had kept back certain evidence, which, if presented, might bring the crime more
directly home to the prisoner. Accordingly, somewhere toward eight o'clock in the evening,
he sought her out with a bold resolution of forcing her to satisfy him on this point he did not find his task so easy however when he came into direct contact with her stately and far from encouraging presence
and met the look of surprise not unmixed with alarm with which she greeted him she looked very weary too and yet unnaturally excited as if she had not slept for many nights if indeed she had not slept for many nights if indeed she had not slept for many nights if indeed she had she had not yet yet she greeted her.
She had rested at all since the trial began.
It struck him as cruel to further disturb this woman,
and yet the longer he surveyed her,
the more he studied her pale, haughty, inscrutable face,
he became the more assured that he would never feel satisfied with himself
if he did not give her an immediate opportunity
to disperse at once and forever those freshly awakened doubts.
His attitude were possibly his expression,
must have betrayed something of his anxiety, if not of his resolve, for her countenance fell
as she watched him, and her voice sounded quite unnatural, as she strove to ask to what she
was indebted for this unexpected visit.
He did not keep her in suspense.
Miss Dare said he, not without kindness, for he was very sorry for this woman, despite the
inevitable prejudice which her relations to the accused had awakened.
I would have given much not to have been obliged to disturb you tonight,
but my duty would not allow it.
There is a question which I have hitherto omitted to ask.
He paused, shocked.
She was swaying from side to side before his eyes,
and seemed indeed about to fall.
But at the outreaching of his hand,
she recovered herself and stood erect.
the noblest spectacle of a woman triumphing over the weakness of her body by the mere force of her indomitable will that he had ever beheld
sit down he gently urged pushing her toward a chair you have had a hard and dreary weak of it you are in need of rest she did not refuse to avail herself of the chair though as he could not help but notice she did not thereby relax one iota
of the restraint she put upon herself i do not understand she murmured what question miss dare in all you have told the court in all that you have told me
about this fatal and unhappy affair you have never informed us how it was you first came to hear of it you were i heard it on the street corner she interrupted with what seemed to him an almost feverish haste
first yes first miss dare had you been in the street long were you in it at the time the murder happened do you think i in the street
yes he repeated conscious from the sudden strange alteration in her look that he had touched upon a point which to her was vital with some undefined interest possibly that to which the surmise of hickory had supplied a clue
Were you in the street or anywhere out of doors at the time the murder occurred?
It strikes me that it would be well for me to know.
Sir, she cried, rising in her sudden indignation.
I thought the time for questions had passed.
What means the sudden inquiry into a matter we have all considered exhausted,
and certainly, as far as I am concerned?
Shall I show you, he cried, taking her by her by,
the hand, and leading her toward the mirror nearby, under one of those impulses would
sometimes affect so much.
Look in there at your own face, and you'll see why I pressed this question upon you.
Astonished, if not awed, she followed with her eyes the direction of his pointing finger,
and anxiously surveyed her own image in the glass.
Then, with a quick movement, her hands went up before her face.
which till that moment had kept its counsel so well and tottering back against the table she stood for a moment communing with herself and possibly summoning up her courage for the conflict she evidently saw before her
what is it you wish to know she faintly inquired after a long period of suspense and doubt where were you when the clock struck twelve on the day mrs clemens
was murdered. Instantly dropping her hands, she turned toward him with a sudden lift of her
majestic figure that was as imposing as it was unexpected. I was at Professor Darling's house,
she declared, with great steadiness. Mr. Ferris had not expected this reply, and looked at her
for an instant, almost as if he felt inclined to repeat his inquiry. Do you doubt my word, she queried,
is it possible you question my truth at a time like this no misdair he gravely assured her after the great sacrifice you have publicly made in the interests of justice it would be worse than presumptuous than me to doubt your sincerity now
she drew a deep breath and straightened herself still more proudly then am i to understand you are satisfied with the answer you have received
yes if you will also add that you were in the observatory at professor darling's house he responded quickly convinced there was some mystery here and seen but one way to reach it very well then i was she averred without hesitation
few were he echoed advancing upon her with a slight flush on his middle-aged cheek that evinced how difficult it was for him to pursue this conversation in face of the haughty and repellent bearing she had assumed
you will perhaps tell me then why you did not see and respond to the girl who came into that room at this very time with a message from a lady who waited below to see you
ah she cried succumbing with a suppressed bone to the inexorable destiny and pursued her in this man you have woven a net for me
and she sank again into a chair where she sat like one stunned looking at him with a hollow gaze which filled his heart with compassion but which had no power to shake his purpose as a district attorney
yes he acknowledged after a moment i have woven a net for you but only because i am anxious for the truth and desirous of furthering the ends of justice i am confident you know more about this crime than you have ever revealed
that you are acquainted with some fact that makes you certain mr mansell committed this murder notwithstanding the defence advanced in his favor what is this fact
it is my office to inquire true he admitted seeing her draw back with denial written on every line of her white face you have a right to refuse to answer me here but you will have no right to refuse to answer me to-morrow
when i put the same question to you in the presence of judge and jury and her voice was so husky that he could but with difficulty distinguish her words
do you intend to recall me to the stand to-morrow i am obliged to miss dare but i thought the time for examination was over that the witnesses had all testified and that nothing remained now but for the lawyers to sum up
when in a case like this the prisoner offers a defence not anticipated by the prosecution the latter of course has the right to meet such defence with proof in rebuttal
Proof in rebuttal, what is that? Evidence to rebut or prove false the matters advanced in support of the defense.
Ah, I must do it in this case, if I can, of course. She did not reply. And even if the testimony I desire
to put in is not rebuttal in its character, no unbiased judge would deny to counsel the privilege of
reopening his case when any new or important facts.
fact has come to light.
As if overwhelmed by a prospect she had not anticipated, she hurriedly arose and pointed down the
room to a curtain recess.
Give me five minutes, she cried, five minutes by myself, where no one can look at me,
and where I can think undisturbed upon what I had better do.
Very well, he acquiesced, you shall have them.
She had once crossed to the small room.
retreat. Five minutes, she reiterated huskily, as she lifted the curtains aside.
When the clock strikes nine, I will come out. You will, he repeated, doubtfully.
I will. The curtains fell behind her, and for five long minutes, Mr. Ferris paced the room alone.
He was far from easy. All was so quiet behind that curtain, so pretty naturally quiet.
but he would not disturb her, no. He had promised, and she should be left to fight her battle alone.
When nine o'clock struck, however, he started, and owned to himself some secret dread.
Would she come forth, or would he have to seek her in her place of seclusion?
It seemed he would have to seek her, for the curtains did not stir,
and by no sound from within was any token given that she had heard the summons.
yet he hesitated and as he did so a thought struck him could it be there was any outlet from the refuge she had sought has she taken advantage of his consideration to escape him
moved by fear he hastily crossed the room but before he could lay his hand upon the curtains they parted and disclosed the form of emigene i'm coming she murmured and stepped forth more like a faintly breathing
image than a living woman. His first glance at her face convinced him she had taken her resolution,
his second, that in taking it, she had drifted into a state of feeling different from any he had
observed than her before, and of a sort that to him was wholly inexplicable. Her words when she
spoke only deepened this impression. Mr. Ferris, said she, coming very near him, in evident dread,
of being overheard.
I have decided to tell you all.
I hope never to be obliged to do this.
I thought enough had been revealed to answer your purpose.
I, I believed heaven, would spare me this last trial.
Let me keep this last secret.
It was of so strange a nature, so totally out of the reach of any man's surmise.
But the finger of God is on me.
It has followed this crime from the beginning,
and there is no escape.
By some strange means, some instinct of penetration,
perhaps you have discovered that I know something concerning this murder
of which I have never told you,
and that the hour I spent at Professor Darling's
is accountable for this knowledge.
Sir, I cannot struggle with providence.
I will tell you all I have hitherto hidden from the world,
if you will promise to let me know if my word,
will prove fatal, and if he, he who is on trial for his life, will be lost, if I give to the
court my last evidence against him.
But Miss Dare, remonstrated to district attorney, no man can tell.
He did not finish his sentence.
Something in the feverish gaze she fixed upon him stopped him.
He felt that he could not paltar with the woman in the grasp of an agony like this,
so starting again he observed let me hear what you have to say and afterward we will consider what the effect of it may be though a question of expediency should not come into your consideration miss there in telling such truths as the law demands
no she broke out giving way for one instant to a low and terrible laugh which curdled mr ferris's blood and made him wish his duty had led him into the midst of any other scene than this
but before he could remonstrate with her this harrowing expression of misery had ceased and she was saying in quiet and suppressed tones the reason i did not see and respond to the girl who came into the observatory on the morning of mrs clement's murder is
that i was so absorbed in the discoveries i was making behind the high rack which shuts off one end of the room that any appeal to me at that time must have passed unknown
noticed. I had come to Professor Darling's house, according to my usual custom on Tuesday mornings,
to study astronomy with his daughter Helen. I had come reluctantly, for my mind was full of
the secret intention I had formed of visiting Mrs. Clemens in the afternoon, and I had no
heart for study. But finding Miss Darling out, I felt a drawing toward the seclusion I knew
I should find in the observatory, and mounting to it I sat down by myself to think.
The rest and quiet of the place were soothing to me, and I sat still a long time.
But suddenly, becoming impressed with the idea that it was growing late, I went to the window
to consult the town clock.
But though his face could be plainly seen from the observatory, its hands could not.
and I was about to withdraw from the window when I remembered the telescope, which Miss Darling and I had,
in a moment of caprice a few days before, so arranged as to command a view of the town.
Going to it, I peered through it at the clock.
Stopping, she surveyed the district attorney with breathless suspense.
It was just five minutes to twelve, she impressively whispered.
Mr. Ferris felt a shock. A critical moment, he exclaimed, then, with a certain intuition of what she was going to say next, inquired, and what then, Miss Dare?
I was struck by a desire to see if I could detect Mrs. Clemens' house from where I was, and shifting the telescope slightly, I looked through it again, and—
What did you see, Miss Dare? I saw her dining-room door standing in ajar.
and a man leaping headlong over the fence toward the bog.
The district attorney started, looked at her with growing interest, and inquired.
Did you recognize this man, Miss Dare?
She nodded in great agitation.
Who was he? Craig Mansell.
Miss Dare, ventured Mr. Ferris after a moment.
You say this was five minutes to twelve?
Yes, sir, was the faint replied.
five minutes later than the time designated by the defense has a period manifestly too late for the prisoner to have left mrs clement's house and arrive at the quarry station at twenty minutes past one
yes she repeated below her breath the district attorney surveyed her earnestly perceiving she had not only spoken the truth but realized all which that truth implied and drew back a few steps
muttering ironically to himself. Ah, or cut, or cut.
Breathlessly she watched him. Breathlessly, she followed him step by step,
like some white and haunting spirit. You believe then, this fact, what cost him his life,
came from her lips at last? Don't ask me that, Miss Dare. You and I have no concern
with the consequences of this evidence. No concern, she repeated.
it wildly. You and I no concern. Ah, she went on with heart-piercing sarcasm. I forgot that the
sentiments of the heart have no place in a judicial investigation. A criminal is but lawful prey,
and it is every good citizen's duty to push him to his doom, no matter if one is bound to
that criminal by the dearest ties which can unite two hearts, no matter if the trustee is
bestowed upon you has been absolute and unquestioning. The law does not busy itself with that.
The law says, if you have a word at your command, which can destroy this man, give utterance to it,
and the law must be obeyed. But missed air, the district attorney hastily intervened,
startled by the feverish gleam of her hitherto calm eye. But she was not to be stopped,
now that her misery had at last found words.
You do not understand my position, perhaps, she continued.
You do not see that it has been my hand and mine only, which, from the first,
has slowly, remorselessly, pushed this man back from the point of safety,
till now, now I am called upon to drag from his hand the one poor bending twig to which he clings,
and upon which he relies to support himself above the terrible gulf that yawns at his feet.
You do not see?
Pardon me, interposed Mr. Ferris again, anxious, if possible, to restore her to herself.
I see enough to pity you profoundly, but you must allow me to remark that your hand is not the only one which has been instrumental in hurrying this young man to his doom.
The detectives.
Sir, she interrupted in her turn.
Can you dare, you say, that without my testimony he would have stood at any time in a really critical position,
or that he would stand in jeopardy of his life even now, if it were not for this fact, I have to tell.
Mr. Ferris was silent.
Oh, I knew it, I knew it, she cried.
There will be no doubt concerning whose testimony it was that convicted him.
if he is sentenced by the court for this crime ah ah what an enviable position is mine what an honorable deed i am called upon to perform
to tell the truth at the expense of the life most dear to you it is a roman virtue i shall be held up as a model to my sex all the world must shower plaudits upon the woman who sooner than robbed justice of its due delivered her own lover
over to the hangman.
Pausing in her passionate burst,
she turned her hot, dry eyes,
in a sort of desperation upon his face.
Do you know, she gurgled in his ear?
Some women would kill themselves
before they would do this deed.
Struck to his heart, in spite of himself,
Mr. Ferris looked at her in alarm,
saw her standing there,
with her arms hanging down at her sides,
but with her two hands clenched till they looked as if carved from marble,
and drew near to her with the simple, hurried question of,
But you?
I, she laughed again, a low, gurgling laugh,
that yet had a tone in it that went to the other's heart
and awoke strange sensations there.
Oh, I shall live to respond to your questions.
Do not fear that I shall not be in the courtroom tomorrow.
there was something in her look and manner that was new it awed him while it woke all his latent concern miss derry began
you can believe how painful all this has been to me and how i would have spared you this misery if i could but the responsibilities resting upon me are such he did not go on why should he she was not listening to be sure she stood before him seemingly attentive
but the eyes with which she met his were fixed upon other objects than any which could have been apparent to her in his face and her form which she had hitherto held upright was shaking with long uncontrollable shutters which
to his excited imagination threatened to lay her at his feet he at once started toward the door for help but she was alive to his movements if not to his words stopping him with a gesture she cried
no no do not call for any one i wish to be alone i have my duty to face you know my testimony to prepare and rousing herself she cast a peculiar look around the room
like one suddenly introduced into a strange place and then moving slowly toward the window threw back the curtain and gazed without night she murmured night
and after a moment added in deep unearthly voice that thrilled irresistibly upon mr ferris's ear and a heaven full of stars her face as she turned it upward or so strange a look mr ferris involuntarily left his bed
position and crossed to her side. She was still murmuring to herself in seeming unconsciousness
of his presence. Stars, she was repeating, and above them God, and the long shutters
shook her frame again, and she dropped her head and seemed about to fall into her old
abstraction when her eye encountered that of the district attorney, and she hurriedly aroused
herself. Pardon me, she exclaimed, with an ill-concealed irony, particularly impressive
after her tone of the moment before. Have you anything further to exact of me?
No, he made haste to reply, only before I go I would entreat you to be calm.
And say the word I have to say to-morrow, without a balk, and without an unnecessary display
of feeling, she coldly interpolated.
"'Thanks, Mr. Ferris, I understand you, but you need fear nothing from me.
There will be no scene, at least on my part, when I rise before the court to give my testimony
tomorrow.
Since my hand must strike the fatal blow, it shall strike firmly, and she clenched her fist heavily
on her own breast, as if the blow she meditated must first strike there.
The district attorney, more moved than he had deemed it possible for him to be, made her low bow, and withdrew slowly to the door.
I leave you then till to-morrow, he said.
Till to-morrow.
Long after he had passed out, the deep meaning, which informed these two words, haunted his memory and disturbed his heart.
Till to-morrow.
Alas, poor girl.
and after tomorrow, what then?
End of Chapter 33.
Section 36 of Hand and Ring by Anna Catherine Green.
This Librevox recording is in the public domain.
Chapter 34.
What was hid behind Imogene's veil?
Part 1.
Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down.
Henry VIII
The few minutes that he lapsed before the formal opening of court the next morning were marked by a great cheerfulness.
The crisp frosty air had put everybody in a good humor.
Even the prisoner looked less somber than before, and for the first time since the beginning of his trial,
deigned to turn his eyes toward the bench where Imaging sat,
with a look that, while it was not exactly kind, had certainly less disdain in it, than before
he saw his way to a possible acquittal on the theory advanced by his counsel.
But this look, though his first, did not prove to be his last.
Something in the attitude of the woman he gazed at, or was it the mystery of the heavy black veil
that enveloped her features?
woke a strange doubt in his mind.
Beckoning to Mr. Orcutt, he communicated with him in a low tone.
Can it be possible, he asked, that anything new could have transpired since last night
to give encouragement to the prosecution?
The lawyer startled, glanced hastily about him, and shook his head.
No, he cried impossible, what could have transpired?
Look at Mr. Ferris, whispered the priest.
prisoner, and then at the witness who wears a veil.
With an unaccountable feeling of reluctance, Mr. Orcott hastily complied.
His first glance at the district attorney made him thoughtful.
He recognized the look which his opponent wore.
He had seen it many times before this, and knew what it indicated.
As for Imaging, who could tell what went on in that determined breast?
The close black veil revealed nothing, Mr. Orcutt impatiently turned back to his client.
"'I think you alarm yourself unnecessarily,' he whispered.
"'Farris means to fight, but what of that? He wouldn't be fit for his position
if he didn't struggle to the last gasp, even for a failing cause.
Yet in saying this, his lip took its sternest line, and from the glitter of his eye and the close
contraction of his brow it looked as if he were polishing his own weapons for the conflict he thus
unexpectedly saw before him meantime across the court-room another whispered conference was going on
hickory where have you been ever since last night i have not been able to find you anywhere i was on duty i had a bird to look after bird yes a wild bird one who has done
too fond of its cage, a desperate one who might find means to force aside its bars and fly away.
What do you mean, Hickory? What nonsense is this?
Look at Miss Dare, and perhaps you will understand.
Miss Dare? Yes. Horace's eyes opened in secret alarm.
Do you mean? I mean that I spent the whole night in tramping up and down in front of her window,
and a dismal task it was, too.
Her lamp burned till daylight.
Here the court was called to order,
and Byrd had only opportunity to ask,
Why does she wear a veil?
To which the other, whisperingly retorted,
why did she spend the whole night
in packing up her worldly goods
and writing a letter to the congregational minister
to be sent after the adjournment of court today?
Did she do that?
She did.
Hickory, don't you know, haven't you been told what she is expected to say or do here today?
No.
You only guess?
No, I don't guess.
You fear, then?
Fear?
Well, that's a big word for a fellow like me.
I don't know as I fear anything.
I'm curious, that is all.
Mr. Bird drew back, looked over at Imogene, and involuntarily,
shook his head. What was in the mind of this mysterious woman? What direful purpose or shadow of
doom lay behind the veil that separated her from the curiosity and perhaps the sympathy of the
surrounding crowd? It was in vain the question. He could only wait in secret anxiety
for the revelations which the next few minutes might bring. The defense, having rested the night before,
the first action of the judge on the opening of the court was to demand whether the prosecution had any rebuttal testimony to offer.
Mr. Ferris instantly rose.
Miss Dare, will you take the stand, said he.
Immediately Mr. Orcutt, who up to the last moment had felt his case as secure,
as if it had indeed been founded on a rock, bound it to his feet, White has the witness herself.
i object he cried the witness thus recalled by the counsel of the prosecution has had ample opportunity to lay before the court all the evidence in her possession
i submit it to the court whether my learned opponent should not have exhausted his witness before he rested his case mr ferris asked the judge turning to the district attorney
do you recall this witness for the purpose of introducing fresh testimony in support of your case or merely to disprove the defense your honor was the district attorney's reply
I ought to say in fairness to my adversary and to the court that since the case was closed,
a fact has come to my knowledge of so startling and conclusive a nature
that I feel bound to lay it before the jury.
From this witness alone can we hope to glean this fact,
and as I had no information on which the basic question concerning it
in her former examination, I begged the privilege of reopening my case to that extent.
then the evidence you desire to submit is not rebuttal queried the judge i do not like to say that rejoined the district attorney adroitly
i think it may bear directly upon the question whether the prisoner could catch the train at monteth quarry if he left the widow's house after the murder if the evidence i'm about to offer be true he certainly could
thoroughly alarmed now and filled with the dismay which a mysterious threat is always capable to produce mr orcut darted a wild look of inquiry at emigene
and finding her immovable behind her thick veil turned about and confronted the district attorney with the most sarcastic smile upon his blanched and trembling lips
does my learned friend suppose the court will receive any such ambiguous explanation as this if the testimony sought from this witness is by way of rebuttal let him say so but if it is not let him be frank enough to admit it
that i may in turn present my objections to the introduction of any irrelevant evidence at this time the testimony i propose to present through this witness is
in the way of rebuttal returned mr ferr severely the argument advanced by the defence that the prisoner could not have left mrs clement's house at ten minutes before twelve and arrived at monteth quarry station at twenty minutes past one
is not a tenable one then i propose to prove it by this witness mr orcutt's look of anxiety changed the one of mingled amazement and incredulity
By this witness, you have chosen a peculiar one for the purpose, he ironically exclaimed,
more and more shaken from his self-possession by the quiet bearing of his opponent,
and the silent air of waiting, which marked the stately figure of her whom, as he had hitherto
believed, he thoroughly comprehended.
Your Honor, he continued, I withdraw my objections.
I should really like to hear how Miss Dare,
or any lady can give evidence on this point.
And he sank back into his seat with a look at his client
in which professional bravado strangely struggled with something
even deeper than alarm.
This must be an exciting moment to the prisoner,
whispered Hickory to Bird.
So, so, but Mark is control, will you,
he is less cut up than or cut.
Look at his eyes, though, if anything could,
pierced that veil of hers, you would think such a glance might. Ah, he is trying his influence over
her at last. But it is too late. Meantime, the district attorney had signified again the
misdair, his desire, that she should take the stand. Slowly and like a person in a dream,
she arose, unloosed her veil, dragged it from before her set features, and stepped mechanically
forward to the place assigned her.
What was there in the face, thus revealed, that called down an instantaneous silence upon
the court, and made the momentary pause that ensued memorable in the minds of all present.
It was not that she was so pale, though her close-fitting black dress, totally unrelieved by any
suspicion of white, was of a kind to bring out any startling change in her complaint.
nor was there visible in her bearing any trace of the feverish excitement which had characterized it the evening before.
Yet of all the eyes that were fixed upon her, and there were many in that crowd, whose only look a moment before, had been one of heartless curiosity, there were none which were not filled with compassion and more or less dread.
Meanwhile, she remained like a statue on the spot where she had taken her stand, and her eyes,
which in her former examination, had met the court with the unflinching gaze of an automaton,
were lowered till the lashes swept her cheek.
Miss Dare, asked a district attorney, as soon as he could recover from his own secret emotions of pity and regret,
will you tell us where you were at the hour of noon on the morning mrs clements was murdered before she could answer before in fact her stiff and icy lips could part
mr orcut had risen impetuously to his feet like a man bound to contend every step of the way with the unknown danger that menaced him i object he cried in the changed voice of a deeply disturbed man
while those who had an interest in the prisoner at this juncture could not but notice that he too showed signs of suppressed feeling and for the first time since the beginning of the trial absolutely found his self-command insufficient to keep down the rush of color that swept up to a swarthy cheek
the question continued mr orcutt is not to elicit testimony and rebuttal
will my learned friend allow the witness to give her answer instead of assuming what it is to be i will not retorted his adversary a child could see that such a question is not admissible at this stage of the case
i am sure my learned friend would not wish me to associate him with any such type of inexperience suggested mr ferris grimly
but the sarcasm which at one time would have called forth a stinging retort from mr orcott passed unheeded the great lawyer was fighting for his life for his heart's life for the love and hand of imaging
a recompense which at this moment her own unconsidered action or the constraining power of a conscious of whose might he had already received such heart-rendering manifestation
seemed about to snatch from his grasp forever.
Turning to the judge, he said,
I will not delay the case by bandying words with my esteemed friend,
but appeal at once to the court
as to whether the whereabouts of Miss Dare on that fatal morning
can have anything to do with the defense we have proved.
Your Honor commenced the district attorney,
calmly following the lead of his adversary.
I am ready to stake my reputation on the defense.
declaration that this witness is in possession of a fact that overturns the whole fabric of
the defense.
If the particular question I have made use of in my endeavor to elicit this fact is displeasing
to my friend, I will venture upon another less ambiguous, if more direct, and perhaps
leading.
And turning again to the witness, Mr. Ferris calmly inquired, did you or did you not?
see the prisoner on the morning of the assault at the time distinctly known by you to be after
ten minutes to twelve.
It was out.
The line of attack meditated by Mr. Ferris was patent to everybody.
A murmur of surprise and interest swept through the courtroom, while Mr. Orcutt, who in spite
of his vague fears, was anything but prepared for a thrust of this vital nature, started
and cast short demanding looks from imaging to Mansell, as if he would ask them what
fact this was which, through ignorance or presumption, they had conspired to keep from him.
The startled look which he surprised on the stern face of the prisoner showed him there
was everything to fear in her reply, and bounding again to his feet he was about to make some
further attempt to stave off the impending calamity when the rich voice of imaging was heard saying,
Gentlemen, if you will allow me to tell my story unhindered, I think I shall soon satisfy
both the district attorney and the counsel for the prisoner.
And raising her eyes with a slow and heavy movement from the floor, she fixed them in a meeting
way upon the ladder.
At once convinced that he had been unnecessarily
alarmed, Mr. Orcutt sank back into his seat,
and Imogene slowly proceeded.
End of Chapter 34, Part 1.
Section 37 of Hand and Ring
by Anna Catherine Green.
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Chapter 34.
What was He was?
hid behind Imogene's veil, part two.
She commenced in a forced tone, and with a sudden quick shudder,
that made her words come hesitatingly and with strange breaks.
I have been asked two questions by Mr. Ferris.
I prefer to answer to first.
He asked me, where I was at the hour, Mrs. Clements was murdered.
She paused so long, one had time to count her breaths,
as they came in gasps to her white lips.
I have no further desire to hide from you the truth.
I was with Mrs. Clements in her own house.
At this acknowledgement, so astonishing,
and besides so totally different,
from the one he had been led to expect,
Mr. Ferris started,
as if a thunderbolt had fallen at his feet.
In Mrs. Clement's house, he repeated,
amid the excited hum of the hundred murmuring voices.
Did you say in Mrs. Clements' house?
Yes, she returned, with a wild, ironical smile,
that at once assured Mr. Ferris of his helplessness.
I am on oath now, and I assert that on the day and at the hour
Mrs. Clemens was murdered, I was in her house and in her dining-room.
I had come there secretly, she proceeded, with a sudden, feverish fluency that robbed Mr. Ferris of speech, and, in fact, held all her auditors spellbound.
I had been spending an hour or so at Professor Darling's, whose house in the west side is, as many here know, at the very end of Summer Avenue, and close to the woods that run along back of Mrs. Clement's cottage.
i had been sitting alone in the observatory which is at the top of one of the towers but being suddenly seized with the desire to see the widow and make that promised attempt at persuading her to reconsider her decision in regard to the money her
her the prisoner wanted i came down and unknown to any one in the house stole away to the woods and so to the widow's cottage it was noon when i got there or very near it
for her company if she had had any was gone and she was engaged in setting the clock where why did she pause the district attorney utterly stupefied by his surprise by his surprise
had made no sign, neither had Mr. Orcutt. Indeed, it looked as if the latter could not have moved,
much less spoken, even if he had desired it. Thought, feeling. Life itself seemed to be at a standstill
within him as he sat with a face like clay, waiting for words whose import he perhaps saw
foreshadowed in her wild and terrible mane. But though his aspect of the way,
was enough to stop her. It was not upon him she was gazing when the words tripped on her lips.
It was upon the prisoner, on the man who up to this time had borne himself with such iron-like
composure and reserve, but who now, with every sign of feeling and alarm, had started forward
and stood surveying her with his hand uplifted in the authoritative manner of a master.
the next instant he sank back feeling the eye of the judge upon him but the signal had been made and many in that court-room looked to see imaging falter or break down
but she although fascinated perhaps moved by this hint of feeling from one who had hitherto met all the exigencies of the hour with a steady and firm composure did not continue silent at his bidding
on the contrary her purpose whatever it was seemed to acquire new force for turning from him with a strange unearthly glare on her face she fixed her glances on the jury and went steadily on
i have said she began that mrs clemens was winding her clock when i came in she stepped down and a short and angry colloquy commenced between us
she did not like my coming there she did not appreciate my interest in her nephew she made me furious frenzied mad i-i turned away then i came back
she was standing with her face lifted toward her clock as though she no longer heated or remembered my presence i-i don't know what came to me whether it was hatred or love that maddened my brain but-she did not finish
she did not need to the look she gave the attitude she took the appalling gesture which she made supplied the place of language
In an instant, Mr. Ferris, Mr. Orcutt, and all the many and confused spectators who hung upon her words, as if spellbound, realized that instead of giving evidence inculpating the prisoner, she was giving evidence accusing herself, that, in other words, imaging dare, goaded to madness by the fearful alternative of either destroying her lover or sacrificing herself, had yielded to the claims to the claim,
of her love or her conscience, and in hearing of the judge and jury proclaimed herself to be
the murderess of Mrs. Clements.
The moment that followed was frightful.
The prisoner, who was probably the only man present, who foresaw her intention when she
began to speak, had sunk back into his seat and covered his face with his hands long before
she reached the fatal declaration.
But the spectacle presented by Mr. Orcutt was enough, as with eyes dilated and lips half parted.
In consternation, he stood before them a victim of overwhelming emotion.
So overcome, indeed, as scarcely to be able to give vent to the one low and memorable cry
that involuntarily left his lips as the full realization of what she had done smote home to his stricken breast.
As for Mr. Ferris, he stood dumb, absolutely robbed of speech.
By this ghastly confession, he had unwillingly called from his witness's lips,
while slowly from end to end of that courtroom the wave of horror spread,
till Imogene, her cause, and that of the wretched prisoner himself,
seemed swallowed up in one fearful tide of unreality and nightmare.
the first gleam of relief came from the judge miss dare said he in his slow kindly way that nothing could impair do you realize the nature of the evidence you have given to the court
her slowly falling head and white face from which all the fearful excitement was slowly ebbing in a dead despair gave answer for her i fear that you are not in condition to realize that you are not in condition to realize that you are in a dread of her
i fear that you are not in condition to realize the effect of your words the judge went on sympathy for the prisoner or the excitement of being recalled to the stand has unnerved or confused you
take time miss there the court will wait reconsider your words and then tell us the truth about this matter but emmaging with white lips and drooped head answered hurriedly i have nothing to consider
I have told or attempted to tell how Mrs. Clements came to her death.
She was struck down by me.
Craig Mansell, there is innocent.
At this repetition in words of what she had before merely intimated,
by a gesture, the judge ceased his questions,
and the horror of the multitude found vent in one long low,
but irrepressible murmur.
taken advantage of the momentary disturbance,
Bird turned to his colleague with the agitated inquiry.
Hickory, is this what you have had in your mind for the last few days?
This repeated the other, with an air of careful consideration, assumed,
has Bird thought to conceal any emotion which he might have felt?
No, no, not really.
I don't know what I thought, not this, though.
and he fixed his eyes upon imogene's fallen countenance with an expression of mingled doubt and wonder as baffling in its nature as the tone of voice he had used
but stammered bird with an earnestness that almost partook of the nature of pleading she is not speaking the truth of course what we heard her say in the hut
hush interposed the other with a significant gesture and a sudden glance toward the prisoner and his counsel watching is better than talking just now besides orcutt is going to speak
it was so after a short and violent conflict with the almost overwhelming emotions that had crushed upon him with the words and actions of emmogene
the great lawyer had summoned a sufficient control over himself to resume the duties of his position and face once more the expectant crowd and the startled if not thoroughly benumbed jury
his first words had that well-known ring and like a puff of cool air through a heated atmosphere had once restored the court-room to its usual condition of formality and restraint
this is not evidence but the raving of frenzy he said in impassioned tones the witness has been tortured by the demands of the prosecution till she is no longer responsible for her words
and turning toward the district attorney who at the first sound of his adversary's voice had roused himself from the stupor into which he had been thrown by the fearful and unexpected turn which imogene's confession had taken
he continued if my learned friend is not lost to all feelings of humanity he will withdraw from the stand a witness laboring under a mental aberration of so serious a nature
mr ferris was an irritable man but he was touched with sympathy for his friend reeling under so heavy a blow he therefore forbore to notice this taunt saved by a low bow but turned at once to the judge
your honor said he i desire to be understood by the court that the statement which has just been made in your hearing by this witness is as much of a surprise to me as to any one in the court as to any one in that the statement which has just been made in your hearing by this witness is as much of a surprise to me
as to any one in this court-room the fact which i proposed to elicit from her testimony was of an entirely different nature in the conversation which we held last night
mr orcut vacillating between his powerful concern for emmaging and his duty to his client would not allow the other to proceed i object said he to any attempt at influence in the jury by the statement of any conversation
which may have passed between the district attorney and the witness.
From its effects we may judge something of its nature,
but with its details we have nothing to do.
And raising his voice till it filled the room like a clarion,
Mr. Orkot said,
The moment is too serious for wrangling,
a spectacle, the most terrible that can be presented,
to the eyes of man is before you.
A young, beautiful,
and hitherto honored woman caught in the jaws of a cruel fate and urged on by the emotions of her sex which turn ever towards self-sacrifice has in a moment of mistaken zeal or frantic terror
allowed herself to utter words which sound like a criminal confession may it please your honor and gentlemen of the jury this is an act to awaken the compassion in the breast of every true man
neither my client nor myself can regard it in any other light though his case were ten times more critical than it is and condemnation awaited him at your hands instead of triumphant acquittal
he is not the man i believe him if he would consent to accept the deliverance found that upon utterances so manifestly frenzied and devoid of truth
i therefore repeat the objection i have before urged i ask your honor now to strike out all this testimony as irrelevant in rebuttal and i beg our learned friend to close an examination as unprofitable to his own cause as to mine
i agree with my friend returned mr ferris that the moment is one unfit for controversy if it please the court therefore i will withdraw the witness though by doing so i am forced to yield all hope of eliciting
the important fact i had relied upon to rebut the defence an obedient to the bow of acquiescence he received from the judge
the district attorney turned to miss dare and considerately requested her to leave the stand but she roused by the sound of her name perhaps looked up and meeting the eye of a judge said
pardon me your honor but i do not desire to leave the stand to i have made clear to all who hear me that it is i not the prisoner who am responsible for mrs clement's death
The agony with which I have been forced to undergo in giving testimony against him has earned me the right to say the words that prove his innocence and my own guilt.
But, said the judge, we do not consider you in any condition to give testimony in court to-day, even against yourself.
If what you say is true, you shall have ample opportunity hereafter to confirm and establish your statements, for you must know, Miss.
dare that no confession of this nature will be considered sufficient without testimony corroborative
of its truth.
But, Your Honor, she returned, with a dreadful calmness, I have corroborative testimony.
And amid the startled looks of all present, she raised her hand and pointed with steady
forefinger at the astounded and by no means gratified, Hickory.
Let that man be recalled, she cried.
and asked to repeat the conversation he had with a young servant girl called Roxanna in Professor Darling's observatory some ten weeks ago.
The suddenness of her action, the calm assurance with which it was made together,
with the intention it evinced of summoning actual evidence to substantiate her confession,
almost took away the breath of the assembled multitude.
Even Mr. Orcutt seemed shaken by it, and stood looking from the outstretched hand of this woman he so adored to the abashed countenance of the rough detective, with a wonder that for the first time betrayed the presence of alarm.
Indeed, to him as to others, the moment was fuller of horror than when she made her first self-accusation.
for what at that time partook of a vagueness of a dream seemed to be acquiring the substance of an awful reality imogene alone remained unmoved still with her eyes fixed on hickory she continued
he has not told you all he knows about this matter any more than i if my word needs corroboration look to him and take an advantage of the sensation
which this last appeal occasioned she waited where she was for the judge to speak with all the calmness of one who has nothing more to fear or hope for in this world
but the judge sat aghast at this spectacle of youth and beauty insisting upon its own guilt and neither mr ferris nor mr orcut having words for this emergency a silence deep as the feeling which had been aroused
gradually settled over the whole court it was fast becoming oppressive when suddenly a voice low but firm and endowed with a strange power to awake and hold the attention was heard speaking in that quarter of a room
whence mr orcutts commanding tones had so often issued it was an unknown voice and for a minute a doubt seemed to rest upon the assembled crowd as to whom it belonged
but the change that had come into emmogen's face as well as the character of the words that were uttered soon convinced them it was the prisoner himself with a start every one turned in the direction of the dock
the sight that met their eyes seemed the fit culmination of the scene through which they had just passed erect noble as commanding an appearance and address as the woman who still held her place on the witness stand
craik mansell faced the judge and jury with a quiet resolute but courteous assurance that seemed at once to rob him of the character of a criminal and set him on par with the air of the airy of a criminal and set him on par with the air
able and honorable men by whom he was surrounded.
Yet his words were not those of the belied man,
nor was his plea one of innocence.
I asked pardon, he was saying,
for addressing the court directly,
first of all, the pardon of my counsel,
whose ability has never been so conspicuous,
as in this case, and whose just resentment,
if he were less than magnanimous and noble,
I feel I am now about to incur.
Mr. Orcutt, turned to him a look of surprise and severity,
but the prisoner saw nothing but the face of the judge and continued,
I would have remained silent if the disposition which your honor
and her district attorney proposed to make of this last testimony
were not in danger of reconsideration from the appeal which the witness has just
made. I believe, with you, that her testimony should be disregarded. I intend, if I have the power,
that it shall be disregarded. The judge held up his hand, as if the warranted prisoner,
and was about to speak. I am treated that I may be heard, said Mansell, with utmost calmness.
I beg the court not to imagine that I am about to imitate the witness in any sudden
or ill-considered attempt at a confession.
All I intend is that her self-accusation should not derive strength or importance
from any doubts of my guilt which may spring from the defense which has been interposed
at my behalf.
Mr. Orcut, who from the moment the prisoner began to speak, had given evidence of a great
indecision as to whether he should allow his client to continue or not started at these
words, so unmistakably pointing toward a demolishment of his whole case and hurriedly rose.
But a glance at Imogene seemed to awaken a new train of thought, and as he hurriedly receded himself.
The prisoner, seeing he had nothing to fear from his counsel's interference, and meeting with no
rebuke from the judge, went calmly on. Yesterday I felt differently in regard to this
manner. If I could be saved from my fate, by a defense seemingly so impregnable, I was willing
to be so saved. But today I would be a coward and a disgrace to my sex if, in face of the
generous action of this woman, I allowed a falsehood of whatever description to place her in peril
or to stand between me and the doom that probably awaits me. Sir, he continued, turning for
the first time to Mr. Orcutt, with a gesture of profound respect, you have been told that
the path from Mrs. Clement's house to the bridge, and so on the Monteith Quarry Station,
could not be traversed in ninety minutes, and you believed it. You were not wrong. It cannot
be gone over in that time. But now I say to your honor, and to the jury, that the distance
from my aunt's house to the quarry station can be made in that number of minutes. If a
way can be found to cross the river without going around by the bridge i know he proceeded as a torrent of muttered exclamations rose on his ear foremost among which was that of a much discomfited hickory
that to many of you to all of you perhaps all means for doing this seems to be lacking to the chance wayfarer but if there were lumbermen here he would tell you that the law
which are frequently floated down the stream to the station afforded easy means of passage to one accustomed to ride them as i have been when a lad during the year i spent in the main woods
at all events it was upon a log that happened to be lodged against the banks and which i pushed out into the stream by means of the pivvy or long spiked pole which i found lying in the grass at its side
and i crossed the river on that fatal day and if the detective who has already made such an effort to controvert the defence will risk an attempt at this expedient for cutting short his route
i have no doubt he will be able to show you that a man can pass from mrs clement's house to the station at monteth quarry not only in ninety minutes but in less if the exigencies of the case so demanded
i did it and without a glance at emmogene but with an air almost lofty in its pride and manly assertion the prisoner sank back into his seat and resumed once more as quiet and unshaken demeanor
this last change in the kaleidoscope of events that had been shifting before their eyes for the last half-hour was too much for the continued equanimity of the crowd already worked up
into a state of feverish excitement it had become apparent that by stripping away his defense men self left himself naked to the law
in this excitement of the jury consequent upon the self-accusation of imogene the prisoner's admission might prove directly fatal to him he was on trial for this crime public justice demanded blood for blood and public excitement clamored for a victim
it was dangerous a toy with a feeling but one degree removed from the sentiment of a mob the jury might not stop to sympathize with the self-abnegation of these two persons willing to die for each other
they might say the way is clear as to the prisoner at least he has confessed his defence is false the guilty interposed false defences and we are acquit before god and men if we convict him out of his own mouth
the crowd in the court-room was saying all this and more each man to his neighbor a clamor of voices next to impossible to suppress rose over the whole room and not even the efforts of the officers of the court exerted to their full power in the maintenance of order could have hushed the storm
had not the spectators become mute with the expectation of saying mr ferris and mr orcut summoned by a sign from the judge advanced to the front of the bench and engage in an earnest conference with the court
a few minutes afterward the judge turned to the jury and announced that the disclosure of the morning demanded a careful consideration by the prosecution that an adjournment was undoubtedly indispensable
and that the jury should refrain from any discussion of the case even among themselves until it was finally given them under the charge of the court
the jury expressed their concurrence by an almost unanimous gesture of assent and the crier proclaimed an adjournment until the next day at ten o'clock imogene still sitting in the witness-chair saw the prisoner led forth by the jailer without being able to gather
in the world of the moment any indication that her dreadful sacrifice, for she had made a
wreck of her life, in the eyes of the world, whether her confession were true or false,
had accomplished anything save to drive the man she loved to the verge of that doom,
from which she had sought to deliver him.
End of Chapter 34, Part 2
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Chapter 35
Pro and Con Part 1
Hamlet. Do you see yonder cloud? That's almost in the shape of a camel?
Polonius. By the mass. And tis like a camel, indeed.
Hamlet. Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius. It is backed like a weasel?
Hamlet.
Shortly after the adjournment of court, Mr. Ferris summoned the two detectives to his office.
We have a serious question before us to decide, said he.
Are we to go on with the prosecution, or are we to stop?
I should like to hear your views on the subject.
Hickory was, as usual, the first to speak.
I should say stop, he cried.
This fresh applicant for the honor of having slain the widow Clements
deserves a hearing at least.
But, hurriedly interposed, Bird,
you don't give any credit to her story now,
even if you did before the prisoner spoke.
You know she did not commit the crime herself.
Whatever she may choose to declare in her anxiety
to shield the prisoner.
I hope, sir, he proceeded,
glancing at the district attorney,
that you have no doubts as to Miss Dair's innocence.
But Mr. Ferris, instead of answering, turned to Hickory, and said,
Miss Dare, in summoning you to confirm her statement, relied, I suppose, upon the fact
of your having been told by Professor Darling's servant-maid that she, that is Miss Dare,
was gone from the observatory when the girl came for her on the morning of the murder.
Yes, sir.
A strong corroborative fact, if true.
Yes, sir.
But is it true?
In the explanation which Miss Dare gave me last night of this affair,
she uttered statements essentially different
from those she made in court today.
She told me she was in the observatory when the girl came for her,
that she was looking through a telescope which was behind a high rack
filled with charts and that,
Why do you start?
I didn't start, pretend.
at Hickory. I beg your pardon, returned Mr. Ferris.
Well, then, if I did make such a fool of myself, it was because so far her story is
plausible enough. She was in that very position when I visited the observatory, you remember,
and she was so effectually concealed, I didn't see her or know she was there, till I looked
behind the rack. Very good, interjected Mr. Ferris, and that,
he resumed, she did not answer the girl or make known her presence, because at the moment the girl
came in, she was deeply interested in watching something that was going on in town.
In the town, repeated Bird.
Yes, the telescope was lowered, so as to command a view of the town, and she had taken
advantage of its position, as she assured me last night, to consult the church clock.
the church clock echoed bird at once and what time did she say it was breathlessly cried both detectives five minutes to twelve
a critical moment ejaculated bird and what was it she saw going on into town at that special time i will tell you returned the district attorney impressively she said and i believed her last night and so recalled her to the stand this morning
that she saw craigman's self fleeing toward the swamp from mrs clement's dining-room door both men looked up astonished that was what she told me last night to-day she comes in the court with this contradictory story of herself being the assailant and the sole cause of mrs clement's death
but all that is frenzy protested bird she probably saw from your manner that the prisoner was lost if she gave this fact to the court and her mind became disordered
she evidently loves this mansell and as for me i pity her so do i assented the district attorney still is it possible bird interrupted with feeling as mr ferris hesitated that you do doubt her innocence
after the acknowledgment made by the prisoner to rising from his seat mr ferris began slowly to pace the floor i should like each of you said he without answering the appeal of bird
to tell me why i should credit what she told me in the conversation last night rather than what she uttered upon oath in the court-room to-day let me speak first rejoined bird glancing at hickory and rising also
he took his stand against a mantel shelf where he could partially hide his face from those he addressed.
Sir, he proceeded after a moment, both Hickory and myself, no misdair to be innocent of this murder.
The circumstance which we have hitherto kept secret, but which injustice to Miss Dare, I think,
we are now bound to make known, has revealed to us the true criminal.
Hickory, tell Mr. Ferris of the deception you practiced upon Miss Dare in the hut.
The surprised, but secretly gratified, detective at once complied.
He saw no reason for keeping quiet about that day's work.
He told how, by means of a letter purporting to come from Ansel,
he had decoyed imaging to an interview in the hut, where, under the supposition,
she was addressing her lover, she had betrayed her conviction of his guilt, and advised him to confess it.
Mr. Ferris listened with surprise and great interest.
That seems to settle the question, he said.
But it was now Hickory's turn to shake his head.
I don't know, he remonstrated.
I have sometimes thought she saw through the trick and turned it to her own advantage.
How to her own advantage?
to talk in such a way as to make us think mansell was guilty stuff said bird that woman more unaccountable things have happened was the weak reply of hickory his habitual state of suspicion leading him more than once into similar freaks of folly
sir said mr bird confidingly to the district attorney let us run over this matter from the beginning starting with the supposition that the explanation she gave you last night was the true one
let us see if the whole affair does not hang together in a way to satisfy us all as to where the real guilt lies to begin with then with a meeting in the woods
wait interrupted hickory there is going to be an argument here so suppose you give your summary of events from the lady's standpoint as that seems to be the one which interests you most
i was about to do so horace assured him heedless of the rough fellow's good-natured taunt to make my point it is absolutely necessary for us to transfer ourselves into her position and view matters as they gradually unfolded them
themselves before her eyes. First then, as I have before suggested, let us consider the
interview held by this man and woman in the woods. Miss Dare, as we must remember, was
not engaged to Mr. Mansell. She only loved him. Their engagement, to say nothing of their marriage,
depended upon his success in life, a success which to them seemed to hang solely upon the
decision of Mrs. Clements concerning the small capital he desired her to advance him.
But in the interview which Mansell had held with his aunt, previous to the meeting between
the lovers, Mrs. Clements had refused to loan him this money, and Miss Dare, whose feelings
we are endeavoring to follow, found herself beset by the entreaties of a man who, having failed
in his plans for future fortune, feared the little little bit of a little bit of a man who, feared the little bit of a
loss of her love as well. What was the natural consequence? Rebillion against the widow's decision,
of course, a rebellion which she showed by the violent gesture which she made, and then a
determination to struggle for her happiness. As she invinced when, with most unhappy ambiguity
of expression, she begged him to wait till the next day before pressing his ring upon her acceptance,
because, as she said, a knight has been known to change the whole current of a person's affairs.
To her, engrossed with one idea of making a personal effort to alter Mrs. Clement's mind
on the money question, these words seemed innocent enough.
But the look which he received them, and the pause that followed undoubtedly impressed her,
and prepared the way for the interest she manifested when,
upon looking through the telescope the next day,
she saw him flying in that extraordinary way
from his aunt's cottage toward the woods.
Not that she then thought of his having committed a crime.
As I trace her mental experience,
she did not come to that conclusion till it was forced upon her.
I do not know, and so cannot say
how she first heard of the murder.
She was told of it on the street corner, interpolated Mr. Ferris.
Ah, well then, fresh from this vision of her lover hastening from his aunt's door to hide himself in the woods beyond,
she came into town and was greeted by the announcement that Mrs. Clemens had just been assaulted by a tramp in her own house.
I know this was the way in which the news was told her from the expression of her face as she entered the house.
I was standing at the gate, you remember, when she came up, and her look had in it determination
and horror, but no special fear.
In fact, the words she dropped showed the character of her thoughts at the time.
She distinctly murmured in my hearing, no good can come of it none.
As if her mind were dwelling upon the advantages which might accrue to her lover from his
dance death and weighing them against the foul means by which that person's end had been hastened yet i will not say but she may have been influenced in the course which she took by some doubt or apprehension of her own the fact that she came to the house at all and having come
insisted upon knowing all the details of the assault seemed to prove she was now without a desire to satisfy herself that suspicion rightfully attached itself to the tramp
but not until she saw her lover's ring on the floor the ring which she had with her own hand dropped into the pocket of his coat the day before and heard that the tramp had justified himself and was no longer considered the assailant to her true fear and heart
her come. Then, indeed, all the past rose up before her, and believing her lover guilty
of this crime she laid claim to the jewel as the first and only alternative that offered
by which she might stand between him and the consequences of his guilt. Her subsequent agitation,
when the dying woman made use of the exclamation that indissolably connected the crime
with a ring, speaks for itself.
nor was her departure from the house any too hurried or involuntary when you consider that the vengeance invoked by the widow was in miss there's opinion called down upon one to whom she had nearly plighted her trough
what is the next act in the drama the scene in the syracuse depot let me see if i cannot explain it a woman who has once allowed herself to suspect the man she loves of a murderous deed cannot
not rest till she has either convinced herself that her suspicions are false or until she has gained such knowledge of the truth as makes her feel justified in her seeming treason a woman of miss dare's generous nature especially what does she do then with the courage that characterizes all her movements she determines upon seeing him and from his own lips perhaps when a confession of guilt or innocence
conceiving that his flight was directed toward the quarry station, and thence to Buffalo,
she embraced the first opportunity to follow him to the latter place.
As I have told you, her ticket was brought for Buffalo, and to Buffalo she evidently intended going.
But chancing to leave the cars at Syracuse, she was startled by encountering in the depot,
the very man, with whom she had been associating thoughts of Gets.
guilt. Shocked and thrown off her guard by the unexpectedness of the occurrence, she betrays her
shrinking and her horror. Were you coming to see me, she asks and recoils, while he, conscious
at the first glimpse of her face that his guilt had cost him her love, starts back also,
uttering, in his shame and despair, words that were similar to hers, were you coming to see me?
convinced without further speech that her worst fears had foundation, in fact, she turns back
toward her home. The man she loved had committed a crime, that it was partly for her sake
only increased her horror sevenfold. She felt as if she were guilty also. And with sudden
remorse remembered how, instead of curbing his wrath the day before, she had inflamed it by her
words, if not given direction to it, by her violent gestures.
That fact, and the self-blame it produced, probably is the cause why her love did not vanish
with her hopes.
Though he was stained by guilt, she felt that it was the guilt of a strong nature, driven
from its bearings, by the conjunction of two violent passions, ambition and love.
And she being passionate and ambitious herself,
remained attached to the man while she recoiled from his crime.
That being so, she could not, as a woman, wish him to suffer the penalty of his wickedness.
Though lost to her, he must not be lost to the world.
So with a heroism, natural to such a nature,
she shut the secret up in her own breast and faced her friends with courage,
wishing, if not hoping, that the matter would remain the mystery.
it promised to be when she stood with us in the presence of the dying woman but it was not to be for suddenly in the midst of her complacency fell the startling announcement that another man an innocent man one two
of her lover's own standing if not hopes had by a curious conjunction of events so laid himself open to the suspicion of the authorities as to be actually under arrest for this crime
T'was a danger she had not foreseen, a result for which she was not prepared.
Startled and confused, she let a few days go by in struggle and in decision, possibly hoping,
with the blind trust of her sex, that Mr. Hildreth would be released without her interference.
But Mr. Hildreth was not released, and her anxiety was fast becoming unendurable.
when that decoy letter sent by Hickory reached her,
awakening in her breast for the first time, perhaps,
the hope that Mansell would show himself
to be a true man in this extremity,
and by a public confession of guilt,
release her from the task of her self-supplying the information
which would lead to his commitment.
And perhaps, if it had really fallen to the lot of Mansell,
to confront her in the hut,
and listened to her words of adjuration and appeal he might have been induced to consent to her wishes but a detective sat there instead of her lover and the poor woman lived to see the days go by without any movement being made to save mr hildreth
at last was it the result of the attempt made by this man upon his life she put an end to the struggle by acting for herself
moved by a sense of duty despite her love she sent the letter which drew attention to her lover and paved the way for that trial which has occupied our attention for so many days
but mark this for i think it is the only explanation of her whole conduct the sense of justice that upheld her in this duty was mingled with the hope that her lover would escape conviction if he did not trial
the one fact which told the most against him i allude to his flight from his aunt's door on the morning of the murder as observed by her through the telescope was as yet a secret in her own breast and there she meant it to remain unless it was drawn forth by actual question
but it was not a fact likely to be made the subject of question and drawing hope from that consideration she prepared herself for the ordeal before her-and she prepared herself for the ordeal before her.
her, determined, as I actually believe, to answer with truth, all the inquiries that were put to her.
But in an unexpected hour, she learned that the detectives were anxious to know where she was
during the time of the murder. She heard Hickory question, Professor Darling, servant girl,
as to whether she was still in the observatory, and at once feared that her secret was
discovered. Feared, I say, I conjecture this. But what I do not conjecture is that with the fear or doubt
or whatever emotion it was she cherished a revelation came of the story she might tell if worst
came the worst. And she found herself forced to declare what she saw when the clock stood at five
minutes to twelve on that fatal day. Think of your conversation with a girl Roxanna, he went on to
Hickory, and then think of that woman, crouching behind the rack, listening to her words,
and see if you can draw any other conclusion from the expression of her face than that of
triumph at seeing a way to deliver her lover at the sacrifice of herself.
As Bird waited for a reply, Hickory reluctantly acknowledged, her look was a puzzler,
that I will allow. She seemed glad.
there cried bird you say she seemed glad that is enough had she the weight of this crime upon her conscience she would have betrayed a different emotion from that i pray you to consider the situation he proceeded turning to the district attorney
for on it hangs your conviction of her innocence first imagine her guilty what would her feelings be as hiding unseen in that secret corner she hears a detective's voice
inquiring where she was when the fatal blow was struck and here's the answer given that she was not where she was supposed to be but in the woods the woods which she and everyone knows lead so directly to mrs clement's house
she could without the least difficulty hastened there and back in the hour she was observed to be missing would she show gladness or triumph even of a wild or delirious order no
even hickory cannot say she would now on the contrary seer as i do crouched there in the very place before the telescope which she occupied when the girl came to the observatory before but unseen now as she was unseen then
and watch the change that takes place in her countenance as she hears question and answer and realize what confirmation she would receive from this girl if she ever thought fit to
declare that she was not in the observatory when the girl sought her there on the day of the murder,
that by this act she would bring execration, if not death, upon herself.
She does not stop to consider. Her mind is full of what she can do for her lover,
and she does not think of herself. But in an enthusiasm like this is too frenzied to last.
As time passes by and Craig Mansell is brought to trial,
she begins to hope she may be spared this sacrifice.
She therefore responds with perfect truth, when summoned to the stand to give evidence,
and does not waver, though question after question is asked her,
whose answers cannot fail to show the state of her mind in regard to the prisoner's guilt.
Life and honor are sweet even to one in her condition,
and if her lover could be saved, without falsehood, it was her natural instinct.
to avoid it. And it looked as if he would be saved. The defense both skillful and ingenious
had been advanced for him by his counsel, the defense which only the one fact so securely
locked in her bosom could controvert. You can imagine, then, the horror and alarm, which must
have seized her when, in the very hour of hope, you approached her with the demand, which proved
that her confidence in her power to keep silence had been premature, and that the alternative was
yet to be submitted to her of destroying her lover or sacrificing herself. Yet, because a great
nature does not succumb without a struggle, she tried even now the effect of the truth upon you,
and told you the one fact she considered so detrimental to the safety of her lover. The result was
fatal, though I cannot presume to say what passed between you, I can imagine how the change
in your countenance warned her of the doom she would bring upon Mansell if she went into court
with the same story she told you. Nor do I find it difficult to imagine how, in one of her
history and temperament, a night of continuous brooding over this one topic should have culminated
in the act which startled us so profoundly in the courtroom this morning.
Love, misery, devotion are not mere names to her,
and the greatness which sustained her through the ordeal
of denouncing her lover in order that an innocent man
might be relieved from suspicion was the same
that made it possible for her to denounce herself
that she might redeem the life she had thus deliberately jeopardized.
That she did this,
with a certain calmness and dignity proves it to have been the result of design a murderess forced by conscience into confession would not have gone into the details of her crime but blurted out her guilt and left the details to be drawn from her by question
only the woman anxious to tell her story with plausibility necessary to ensure its belief would have planned and carried on her confession as she did
The action of the prisoner, in face of this proof of devotion, though it might have been foreseen by a man, was evidently not foreseen by her. To me, who watched her closely at the time, her face wore a strange look of mingled satisfaction and despair.
Satisfaction in having awakened his manhood, despair at having failed in saving him. But it is not necessary for me to dilate on this point.
if i have succeeded in presenting before you the true condition of her mind during the struggle you will see for yourself what her feelings must be now that her lover has himself confessed to a fact to hide which she made the greatest sacrifice of which mortal is capable
end of chapter thirty five part one section thirty nine of hand and ring by anna catherine green this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter thirty five pro and com part two
mr ferris who during this lengthy and exhaustive harangue had sat with brooding countenance and an anxious mane roused himself as the other ceased and glanced with the other ceased and glanced with a
with a smile at Hickory.
Well, said he, that's good reasoning,
but now let us hear how you will go to work to demolish it.
The cleared brow, the playful tone of the district attorney,
showed the relief state of his mind.
Bird's arguments had evidently convinced him
of the innocence of Imogene Dare.
Hickory's seeing it shook his head with a gloomy air.
Sir, said he, I can't demolish it.
If I could tell why.
I myself fled from widow Clemens House at five minutes to twelve, I might be able to do so.
But that fact stumps me.
It is an act consistent with guilt.
It may be consistent with innocence, but, as we don't know all the facts, we can't say so.
But this I do know, that my convictions with regard to that man have undergone a change.
I now, as firmly believe in his innocence as I once did in his guilt.
what has produced a change asked mr ferris well said hickory it all lies in this from the day i heard miss dare accuse himself confidently in the hut i believed him guilty from the moment he withdrew his defence i believed him innocent
mr ferris and mr bird looked at him astonished he at once brought down his fist in vigorous assertion on the table i tell you said he that craig mansell is innocent the truth is he believes miss dare guilty so he stands his trial hoping to save her
and be hung for her crime asked mr ferris no he thinks his innocence will save him in spite of the evidence on which we got him indicted
but the district attorney protested at this that can't be said he mansell has withdrawn the only defense he had on the contrary asserted hickory that very thing only proves my theory true
he is still determined to save miss dare by everything short of a confession of his own guilt he won't lie that man is innocent and miss dare is guilty said bird
shall i make it clear to you in the way it has become clear to mr mansell as bird only answered by a toss of his head hickory put his elbows on the table and checking off every sentence with the forefinger of his right hand
which he pointed at mr ferris's shirt-stud as if to instill from its point conviction into that gentleman's bosom he proceeded with the utmost composure as follows
to commence then with the scene in the woods he meets her she is as angry at his aunt as he is what does she do she strikes the tree with her hand
tells him to wait till to-morrow since a night has been known to change the whole current of a person's affairs now tell me what does that mean murder if so she was the one to originate it he can't forget that
it has stamped itself upon mansell's memory and when after the assassination of mrs clements he recalls those words he is convinced that she has slain mrs clements to help him
but mr hickory objected mr ferris this assumes that mr mansell is innocent where has we have exceedingly cogent proof that he is the guilty party there is a circumstance of his leaving widow clement's
house at five minutes to twelve.
To which Hickory, with a twinkle in his eye, replied,
I won't discuss that.
It hasn't been proved, you know.
Miss Dare told you she saw him do this,
but she wouldn't swear to it.
Nothing is to be taken for granted against my man.
Then you think Miss Dare spoke falsely?
I don't say that.
I believe that whatever he did could be explained
if we knew as much about it as he.
does. But I am not called upon to explain anything which has not appeared in evidence against him.
Well, then, we'll take the evidence. There is his ring found on the scene of the murder.
Exactly, rejoined Hickory, dropped there, as he must suppose by Miss Dare, because he didn't know
she had secretly restored it to his pocket. Mr. Ferris smiled. You don't see the force of the
evidence, said he, as she had restored it to his pocket, he must have been the one to drop it
there. I am willing to admit he dropped it there, not that he killed Mrs. Clements. I am now
speaking of his suspicions as to the assassin. When the betrothal ring was found there, he
suspects Miss Dare of the crime, and nothing has occurred to change the suspicions.
But, said the district attorney, how does your client, Mr. Mansell?
get over this difficulty
that Miss Dare, who has committed
a murder, to put $5,000
in his pocket,
immediately afterward, turns round,
and accuses him of the crime,
nay, more, furnishes evidence against him.
You can't expect
the same consistency from a woman
as from a man.
They can nerve themselves up one moment
to any deed of desperation,
and take every pains the next
to conceal it by a lot.
Men will do the same, then why not Mansell?
I'm showing you why I know that Mansell believes Miss Dare guilty of a murder.
To continue, then, what does he do when he hears that his aunt has been murdered?
He scratches out the face of Miss Dare in a photograph.
He ties up her letters with a black ribbon as if she were dead and gone to him.
Then the scene in the Syracuse Depot.
The rule of three works both ways.
Mr. Bird, and if she left her home to solve her doubts, what shall be said of him?
The recoil, too, was it less on his part than hers? And, if she had cause to gather
guilt from his manner, had he not as much cause to gather it from hers. If his mind was full
of suspicion, when he met her, it became conviction before he left. And bearing that
fact in your mind, watch how he henceforth conducted himself.
he does not come to sibli the woman he fears to encounter is there he hears of mr hildreth's arrest reads of the discoveries which led to it and keeps silent
so would any other man have done in his place at least till he saw whether this arrest was likely to end in trial but he cannot forget he had been in sibli on the fatal day or that there may be some one who saw his interview with miss dare
when bird comes to him therefore and tells him he is wanted in sibli his first question is am i wanted as a witness and even you have acknowledged mr ferris that he seems surprised to find himself accused of the crime
but accused he takes his course and keeps to it brought to trial he remembers the curious way in which he crossed the river and thus cut short the road to the station and seeing in it
Great opportunities for a successful defense chooses Mr. Orcutt for his counsel and trusts the secret to him.
The trial goes on.
Equiddle seems certain when suddenly she is recalled to the stand,
and he hears words which make him think she is going to betray him by some falsehood.
When instead of following the lead of the prosecution, she launches into a personal confession.
What does he do?
why rise and hold up his hand in a command for her to stop.
But she does not heed, and the rest follows as a matter of course.
The life she throws away he will not accept.
He is innocent, but his defense is false.
He says so, and leaves the jury to decide on the verdict.
There can be no doubt, Hickory finally concluded,
that some of these circumstances are consistent
only with his belief that Miss Dare is a murderess.
Such, for instance, has a scratching out her face in the picture.
Others favor the theory in a less degree,
but this is what I want to impress upon both your minds, he declared.
Turning first to Mr. Ferris and then to Mr. Bird,
if any fact, no matter how slight,
leads us to the conviction that Craig Mansell,
at any time after the murder,
entertained the belief that Miss Dare committed it.
His innocence follows as a matter of course,
for the guilty could never entertain a belief in the guilt of any other person.
Yes, said Mr. Ferris, I admit that,
but we have got to see into Mr. Mansell's mind
before we can tell what his belief really was.
No, was Hickory's reply.
Let us look at his actions.
I say that that the defaced picture is conclusive.
one day he loves that woman and wants her to marry him the next he defaces her picture why she has not offended him not a word not a line passes between them to cause him to commit this act
but he does hear of his aunt's murderer and he does recall her sinister promise wait there is no telling what a day will bring forth i say that no other cause for his act is shown except his conviction that she is a murderess
but persisted mr ferris his leaving the house as he acknowledges he did by this unfrequented and circuitous road
i have said before that i cannot explain his presence there or his flight all i am now called upon the show is some fact inconsistent with anything except the belief in this young woman's guilt
i claim i have shown it and as you admit mr ferris if i show that he is innocent yes said bird speaking for the first time but we have heard of people manufacturing evidence in their own behalf
Come, bird, replied Hickory, you don't seriously mean to attack my position with that suggestion.
How could a man dream of manufacturing evidence of such a character?
A murderer manufactures evidence to throw suspicion on other people.
No fool could suppose that scratching out the face of a girl in a photograph
and locking it up in his own desk would tend to bring her to the scaffold or to save him from it.
and yet rejoined bird that very act acquits him in your eyes all that is necessary is to give him credit for being smart enough to foresee that it would have such a tendency in the eyes of any person who discovered the picture
then said hickory he would also have to foresee that she would accuse herself of murder when he was on trial for it and that he would thereupon withdraw his defence
bird you are foreseeing too much my friend mansell possesses no such power of looking into the future as that your friend mansell repeated mr ferris with a smile
if you were on his jury i suppose your bias in his favor would lead you to acquit him of this crime i should declare him not guilty and stick to it if i had to be locked up for a year
mr ferris sank into an attitude of profound thought horace bird impressed by this looked at him anxiously have your convictions been shaken by hickory's ingenious theory he ventured to inquire at last
mr ferris abstractly replied this is no time for me to state my convictions it is enough that you comprehend my perplexity and relapsing into his former condition he remained for a moment wrapped in silence
Then he said,
Bird, how comes it, that the humpback who excited so much attention on the day of the murder,
was never found?
Bird, astonished, surveyed the district attorney with a doubtful look
that gradually changed into one of quiet satisfaction
as he realized the significance of these recurrence to old theories and suspicions.
His answer, however, was slightly embarrassed in tone,
though frank enough to remind one of Hickory's blunt-spoken admissions.
Well, said he, I suppose the main reason is that I made no attempt to find him.
Do you think that you were wise in that, Mr. Bird, inquired Mr. Ferris, with some severity?
Horace laughed.
I can find him for you today if you wanted me, declared.
You can, you know him, then.
Very well, Mr. Ferris, he courteously remarked,
i perhaps should have explained to you at the time that i recognized this person and knew him to be an honest man but habits of secrecy in our profession are so fostered by the lives we lead that we sometimes hold our tongue when it would be better for us to speak
the humpback who talked with us on the courthouse steps that morning mrs clemens was murdered was not what he seemed sir he was a detective a detective in disguise a man with whom i never presumed the medal in other words our famous mr gryce
grice that man exclaimed mr ferris astounded yes sir he was in disguise probably for some purpose of his own but i knew his eye gryce's eye isn't to be mistaken by any one who has much to do with him
and that famous detective was actually on the spot of the time this murder was discovered and you let him go without warning me of his presence sir returned mr bird neither you nor i nor any one at that time could foresee what a serious and complicated case this was going to be
besides he did not linger in this vicinity but took the cars only a few minutes after he parted from us i did not think he wanted to be dragged into this affair unless it was necessary
he had important matters of his own to look after however if suspicion had continued to follow him i should have notified him of the fact and let him speak for himself but it vanished so quickly at the light of other developments i just let the matter drop
the impatient frown with which mr ferris received his acknowledgment showed he was not pleased i think you made a mistake said he then after a minute's thought added you have seen gryce since
yes sir several times he has acknowledged himself to have been the humpback yes sir you must have had some conversation with him then about this murder he was too nearly concerned in it not to take some interest in the affair
Yes, sir.
Christ takes an interest in all murder cases.
Well, then, what did he have to say about this one?
He gave an opinion, I suppose.
No, sir.
Grice never gives an opinion without study,
and we detectives have no time to study up an affair,
not of our own.
If you want to know what Grice thinks about a crime,
you have got to put the case into his hands.
Mr. Ferris paused,
and seemed to ruminate.
seeing this mr bird flushed and cast aside glance at hickory who returned him an expressive shrug mr ferris ventured the former if you wish to consult with mr gryce on this matter
do not hesitate because of us both hickory and myself acknowledge we are more or less baffled by this case and gryce's judgment is a good thing to have in a perplexity
you think so queried the district attorney i do said bird mr ferris glanced at hickory oh have the old man if you want em was that de texas blunt reply i have nothing to say against you getting all the light you can on this affair very good returned mr ferris
you may give me his address before you go his address for to-night is eutica observed bird he could be here before morning if you wanted him
i am in no such hurry as that returned mr ferris and he sank again into thought the detectives took advantage of his abstraction to utter a few private condolences in each other's ears
so it seems we are to be laid on the shelf whispered hickory yes for which let us be thankful answered bird why are you getting tired of the affair yes a humorous twinkle shone for a minute in hickory's eye
Po, he said, it's just getting interesting.
Opinions differ, quoth Byrd.
Not much, retorted Hickory.
Something in the way he said this.
Made Bird look at him more intently.
He instantly changed his tone.
Old fellow, said he,
You don't believe Miss Dare committed this crime any more than I do.
A sly twinkle answered him,
from the detective's half-shut eye.
All that talk of having seen through your disguise
in the hut is just nonsense on your part to cover up your real notion about it.
What is that notion, Hickory, come out with it.
Let us understand each other thoroughly at last.
Do I understand you?
You shall, when you tell me just what your convictions are in this matter.
Well, then, replied Hickory, with a short glance at Mr. Ferris, I believe.
It's hard as pulling teeth to own it, that neither of them did it, that she thought
thought him guilty and he thought her so, but that in reality the crime lies at the door of some
third party totally disconnected with either of them. Such as Gouverner Hildreth, whispered
Byrd, such as Gouverner Hildreth, drawed Hickory. The two detectives eyed each other, smiled,
and turned with relieved countenances toward the district attorney. He was looking at them with great
earnestness. That is your joint opinion, he remarked.
It's mine, cried Hickory, bringing his fists down on the table with a vim that made every individual
article on it jump.
It is, and it is not mine, acquiesced Bird, as the eye of Mr. Ferris turned in his direction.
Mr. Mansell may be innocent, indeed.
After hearing Hickory's explanation of his conduct, I am ready to believe he is.
But to say that Governor Hildreth is guilty comes hard to me, after the long struggle.
I have maintained in favor of his innocence.
Yet, what other conclusion remains after an impartial view of the subject, none?
Then why should I shrink from acknowledging I was at fault or hesitate to admit a defeat
where so many causes combined to mislead me?
Which means, you agree with Hickory, ventured the district attorney?
Mr. Bird slowly bowed.
Mr. Ferris continued for a moment, looking alternately from one to the other.
Then he observed,
When two such men unite in an opinion, it is at least worthy of consideration, and rising,
he took on an aspect of sudden determination.
Whatever may be the truth in regard to this matter, said he,
one duty is clear.
Miss Dare, as you inform me, has been with but little idea of the consequence
I am sure, allowed to remain under the impression that the interview she held in the hut
was with her lover.
As her belief in the prisoner's guilt doubtless rests upon the admissions which were at that
time made in her hearing, it is palpable that a grave injustice has been done both to her
and to him by leaving this mistake of hers uncorrected.
I therefore consider it due to Miss Dare, as well as to the prisoner, to undecisive,
receive her on this score before another hour has passed over our heads i must therefore request you mr bird to bring the lady here you will find her still in the court-house i think as she requested leave to remain in the room below to the crowd as left the streets
mr bird put the new light which had been thrown on the affair by his own and hickory's suppositions could not but see the justice of this
rose with alacrity to obey i will bring her if she is in the building he declared hurriedly leaving the room and if she is not mr ferris remarked with a glance at the consciously rebuked
we shall have to follow her to her home that is all i am determined to see this woman's mind cleared of all misapprehensions before i take another step in the way of my duty end of chapter thirty five part two
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If circumstances lead me, I will find where truth is hid, though it were hid, indeed, within the center.
Hamlet.
If Mr. Ferris, in seeking this interview with Miss Dare, had been influenced by any hope of finding her in an unsettled and hesitating state of mind,
he was effectually undeceived when, after a few minutes' absence, Mr. Bird returned with her to his presence.
though her physical strength was nearly exhausted and she looked quite pale and worn there was a steady gleam in her eye which spoke of an unshaken purpose
seeing it and noting the force humility with which she awaited his bidding at the threshold the district attorney for the first time perhaps realized the power of this great if perverted nature and advancing with real kindness to the door he greeted her with her
with as much deference as he ever showed to ladies and gravely pushed toward her a chair she did not take it on the contrary she drew back a step and looked at him in some doubt but a sudden glimpse of hickory's sturdy figure in the corner seemed to reassure her
and merely stopping to acknowledge mr ferris's courtesy by a bow she glided forward and took her stand by the chair he had provided a short and on his part somewhat embarrassing pause followed it was broken by her
you sent for me she suggested you perhaps want some explanation of my conduct or some assurance that the confession i made before the court to-day was true
if mr ferris needed any further proof then he had already received that imogene dare in presenting herself before the world as a criminal had been actuated by a spirit of devotion to the prisoner
he would have found it in the fervor and unconscious dignity with which she uttered these few words but he needed no such proof giving her therefore a look full of grave significance he replied
no miss there after my experience of the ease with which you can contradict yourself in matters of the most serious import you will pardon me if i say that the truth or falsehood of your words must be arrived and by some other means than any you yourself can offer
my business with you at this time is of an entirely different nature instead of listening to further confessions from you it has become my duty to offer
one myself. Not on my own behalf, he made haste to explain, as she looked up startled,
but on the account of these men who, in their anxiety to find out who murdered Mrs. Clements,
made use of means, and resorted to deceptions which, if their superiors had been consulted,
would not have been countenanced for a moment. I do not understand, she murmured,
looking at the two detectives with a wonder that suddenly merged in her own. I do not understand, she murmured,
looking at the two detectives with a wonder that suddenly merged into alarm as she noticed the embarrassment of the one and the decided discomfiture of the other mr ferris at once resumed
in the weeks that have elapsed since the commission of this crime it has been my lot to subject you to much mental misery miss dare provided by yourself with a possible clue to the murder i have probed the matter with an unsparing
hand. Heedless of the pain I was inflicting, or the desperation to which I was driving you,
I asked you questions and pressed you for facts as long as there seemed questions to ask or
facts to be gained. My duty and the claims of my position demanded this, and for it I can make
no excuse, notwithstanding the unhappy results that have ensued. But, Miss Dare, whatever anxiety I may have
shown in procuring the conviction of a man I believed to be a criminal, I have never wished to
win my case at the expense of justice and right. And had I been told before you came to the stand,
that you have been made victim of a deception, calculated to influence your judgment,
I should have hastened to set you right with the same anxiety as I do now.
Sir, sir, she began, but Mr. Ferris would not listen.
miss dare he proceeded with all the gravity of conviction you have uttered a deliberate perjury in the court-room to-day you said that you alone were responsible for the murderer of mrs clemens whereas you not only did not commit the crime yourself but were not even an accessory to it
weight he commanded as she flashed upon him a look full of denial i would rather you did not speak the motive for this calumee you uttered upon yourself lies in a fact which may be modified but what i have to reveal
hear me then before you stain yourself still further by a falsehood you will not only be unable to maintain but which you may no longer see reason for insisting upon
Hickory, turn around so Miss Dare can see your face.
Miss Dare, when you saw fit to call upon this man,
to what bear you in the extraordinary statements you made today,
did you realize that in doing this you appealed to the one person best qualified
to prove the falsehood of what you had said?
I see you did not.
Yet it is so.
He, if no other, can testify that a few weeks ago,
no idea of taking this crime upon your own shoulders had ever crossed your mind, that, on the
contrary, your whole heart was filled with sorrow for the supposed guilt of another, and plans
for inducing that other to make a confession of his guilt before the world.
This man was her startled exclamation.
It is not possible.
I do not know him.
He does not know me.
I never talked with him but once in my life, and that was the same.
say words, I am not only willing, but anxious for him to repeat.
Miss Dare, the district attorney pursued,
when you say this, you show how completely you have been deceived.
The conversation to which you allude is not the only one which is passed between you,
too.
Though you did not know it, you held a talk with this man at a time in which you so completely
discovered the secrets of your heart.
you can never hope to deceive us or the world by any story of personal guilt which you may see fit to manufacture.
I revealed my heart to this man, she repeated, in a maze of doubt and terror, that left her almost unable to stand.
You are playing with my misery, Mr. Ferris.
The district attorney took a different tone.
Miss Derry asked,
Do you remember a certain interview you held with a gentleman in the hut back of Miss Clemens' house, a short time after the murder?
Did this man overhear my words that day, she murmured, reaching out her hand to steady herself by the back of the chair, near which she was standing?
Your words that day were addressed to this man.
To him she repeated, staggering back?
Yes, to him, disguised as Craig Mansell.
With an unjustifiable zeal, to know the truth, he had taken this plan for surprising your
secret thoughts, and he succeeded, Miss Dare.
Remember that, even if he did you and your lover, the cruel wrong of leaving you undisturbed
and the impression that Mr. Mansell had admitted his guilt in your presence.
But Imaging, throwing out her hands, cried impetuously,
It is not so you are mocking me.
this man could never deceive me like that.
But even as she spoke she recoiled, for Hickory, with ready art, had thrown his arms and head
forward on the table before which he sat, in the attitude and with much the same appearance
he had preserved on the day she had come upon him in the hut.
Though he had no assistance from disguise and all the accessories were lacking, which had
helped him forward the illusion on the former occasion, there was a little assistance.
was still a sufficient resemblance between this bowed figure and the one that had so impressed
itself upon her memory as that of a wretched and remorseful lover, that she stood rooted to the
ground in her surprise and dismay.
You see how it was done, do you not, inquired Mr. Ferris, then?
As he saw, she did not heed, added, I hope you remember what passed between you two
on that day.
as if struck by a thought which altered the whole atmosphere of her hopes and feelings,
she took a step forward with a power and vigor that recalled to mind the imaging of old.
Sir, she exclaimed, let that man turn around and face me.
Hickory at once rose.
Tell me, she demanded, surveying him with a look,
it took all his well-known hardihood to sustain unmoved.
Was it all false, all attrition?
from the beginning to the end,
I received a letter.
Was that written by your hand, too?
Are you capable of forgery,
as well as of other deceptions?
The detective, who knew no other way
to escape from his embarrassment,
uttered a short laugh.
But find in a reply was expected of him,
answered with well-simulated indifference.
No, only the address on the envelope was mine.
The letter was one which Mr. Mansell had written but never sent.
I found it in his waste paper basket in Buffalo.
Ah, and you could make use of that?
I know it was a mean trick, he acknowledged, dropping his eyes from her face.
But things do look different when you are in the thick of them,
than when you take a stand and observe them from the outside.
I—I was ashamed of it long ago, Miss Dare.
this was a lie.
Hickory was never really ashamed of it,
and would have told you about it,
but I thought Mum was the word
after a scene like that.
She did not seem to hear him.
Then Mr. Mansell did not send me the letter
inviting me to meet him in the hut on a certain day
some few weeks after Mrs. Clements was murdered.
No.
Nor know that such a letter had been sent.
No.
nor come as i suppose he did the sibley nor admit what i supposed he admitted in my hearing nor listen as i supposed he did to the insinuations i made use of in the hut no
imbued with a sudden purpose and energy she turned upon the district attorney oh what a revelation to come to me now she murmured mr ferris bowed
you are right he assented it should have come to you before but i can only repeat what i have previously said that if i had known of this deception myself you would have been notified of it previous to going upon the stand
your belief in the prisoner's guilt has necessarily had its effect upon the jury and i cannot but see how much that belief must have been strengthened if not actually induced by the interview which we have just been considering
her eyes took on a fresh light she looked at mr ferris as if she would read his soul can it be possible she breathed but stopped as suddenly as she began
the district attorney was not the man from whom she could hope to obtain any opinion in reference to the prisoner's innocence mr ferris noting her hesitation and understanding it too perhaps moved toward her with a certain kindly dignity saying
i should be glad to utter words that would give you some comfort miss dare but in the present state of affairs i do not feel as if i could go farther than bid you trust in the justice and wisdom of those who have this matter in charge
as for your own wretched and uncalled for action in court to-day it was a madness which i hope will be speedily forgotten or if not forgotten laid to a despair almost too heavy for mortal
strength to endure.
Thank you, she murmured.
But her look, the poise of her head, the color that quivered through the pallor of her
cheek, showed she was not thinking of herself.
Doubt, the first which had visited her, since she became convinced that Craig Mansell
was the destroyer of his aunt's life, had cast a momentary gleam over her thoughts,
and she was conscious of but one wish, and that was to understand the feeling.
of the men before her.
But she soon saw the hopelessness of this,
and sinking back again,
into her old distress,
she realized how much reason she still had
for believing Craig Mansell guilty.
She threw a hurried look toward the door,
as if anxious to escape from the eyes and ears
of men interested, as she knew,
in gleaning from her every thought
and sounding her every impulse.
Mr. Ferris at once
comprehended her intention
and courteously advanced.
Do you wish to return home, he asked,
if a carriage can be obtained?
There can be no difficulty about that, he answered,
and he gave Hickory a look
and whispered a word to Mr. Bird
that sent them both speedily from the room.
When he was left alone with her, he said,
Before you leave my presence, Miss Dare,
I wish to urge upon you
the necessity of patience. Any sudden or violent act on your part would now result in no good
and lead to much evil. Let me then pray you to remain quiet in your home, confident that Mr.
Orcott and myself will do all in our power to ensure justice and make the truth evident.
She bowed but did not speak, while her impatient eye, resting feverishly on the door, told
of her anxiety to depart. She will need watching, commented Mr. Ferris to himself,
and he, too, waited impatiently for the detective's return. When they came in, he gave
imaging to their charge, but the looky cast bird contained a hint, which led that gentleman
to take his hat when he went below to put Miss Dare into her carriage.
End of Chapter 36.
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Chapter 37 Under the Great Tree, Part 1
We but teach bloody instructions which, being taught, returned to plague the inventor.
This even-handed justice commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice to our own lips.
Mcbeth
Imogene went to her home.
confused, disordered, the prey of a thousand hopes and a thousand fears.
She sought for solitude and found it, within the four walls of the small room,
which was now her only refuge.
The two detectives who had followed her to the house,
the one in the carriage, the other on foot, met as the street door closed upon her retreating form,
and consulted together as to their future course.
Mr. Ferris thinks, we ought to keep watch over the street.
the house to make sure she does not leave it again, announced Mr. Bird.
Does he? Well, then, I am the man for that job, Quoth Hickory. I was on this very same beat
last night. Good reason why you should rest, and give me a turn at the business, declared the other.
Do you want it? I am willing to take it, said Bird. Well, then, after nine o'clock you shall.
Why, after nine? Because if she's bent on Skylark,
she'll leave the house before then laughed the other and you want to be here if she goes out well yes rather they compromised matters by both remaining bird within view of the house and hickory on the corner within hail
neither expected much from this effort at surveillance there seeming to be no good reason why she should venture forth into the streets again that night
but the watchfulness of the true detective mind is unceasing several hours passed the peace of evening had come at last to the troubled town in the streets especially its gentle influence was felt
and regions which had seethed all day with a restless and impatient throng were fast settling in to their usual quiet and solitary condition a new moon hung in the west
and to mr bird pacing the walk in front of emmaging's door it seemed as if he had never seen the town look more lovely or less like the abode of violence and crime all was so quiet especially in the house opposite him
he was fast becoming convinced that further precautions were needless and that emmogene had no intention of stirring abroad again when the window where her light burned suddenly became dark
and he perceived the street door cautiously open,
and her tall, veiled figure emerge,
and pass rapidly up the street.
Merely stopping, to give the signal the hickory,
he hastened after her with rapid but cautious steps.
She went like one, bound, on no uncertain errand.
Though many of the walks were heavily shaded,
and the light of the lamps was not brilliant,
she speeded on from corner to corner.
threading the business streets with rapidity and emerging upon the large and handsome avenue that led up toward the eastern district of the town before hickory could overtake bird and find sufficient breath to ask
where is she bound for who lives up this way i don't know answered bird lowering his voice in fear of startling her into a knowledge of their presence it may be she's going to miss tremains but high school is somewhere in this
direction. But even as they spoke, the gliding figure before them turned into another street,
and before they knew it, they were on the car track leading out to Somerset Park.
I know now, whispered Hickory, it is orcut she is after, and pressing the arm of Bird in his
enthusiasm, he speeded after her with renewed zeal.
Bird, seen no reason to dispute a fact that was every moment because of
becoming more evident, hurried forward also, and after a long and breathless walk, for she seemed
to be urged onward by flying feet, they found themselves within sight of the grand old trees
that guarded the entrance to the lawyer's somewhat spacious grounds.
What are we going to do now, asked Bird, stopping, as they heard the gate click behind her.
Wait and watch, said Hickory. She has not led us this wild goose chase for nothing.
and leaping the hedge he began to creep up toward the house leaving his companion to follow or not as he saw fit meantime imaging had passed up the walk and paused before the front door
but a single look at it seemed to satisfy her for moving hurriedly away she flitted around the corner of the house and stopped just before the long windows whose brightly illumined sashes proclaimed that the master of the house-anded her-anded she flitted the master of the house and stopped just before the long windows whose brightly illumined sashes proclaimed that the master of the house.
house was still in his library.
She seemed to feel relieved at this sight, pausing she leaned against the frame of a trellis
work nearby to gather up her courage or regain her breath before proceeding to make
her presence known to the lawyer.
As she thus leaned, the peal of the church clock was heard, striking the hour of nine.
She started, possibly at finding it so late, and bending forward.
looked at the window before her with an anxious eye that soon caught sight of a small opening left by the curtains having been drawn together by a too hasty or a too careless hand
and recognizing the opportunity it afforded for a glimpse into the room before her she stepped with a light tread upon the piazza and quietly peered within the sight she saw never left her memory
seated before a deadened fire she beheld mr orcutt he was neither writing nor reading nor in the true sense of the word thinking the papers he had evidently taken from his desk lay at his side undisturbed
and from one end of the room to the other solitude suffering and despair seemed to fill the atmosphere and weigh upon its dreary occupant till the single lamp which shone beside him burned dimmer and dimmer and dimmer
like a life, going out, or a purpose vanishing in the gloom of a stealthily approaching destiny.
Imogene had come to this place thus secretly, and at this late hour of the day,
with the sole intent of procuring the advice of this man,
concerning the deception which had been practiced upon her before the trial,
felt her heart die within her, as she surveyed as rigid figure, and realized all it implied.
though his position was such she could not see his face there was in his attitude which bespoke hopelessness and an utter weariness of life
and as ash after ash fell from the great she imagined how the gloom deepened on the brow which till this hour had confronted the world with such undeviating courage and confidence
it was therefore a powerful shock to her when in another moment he looked up and without moving his body turned his head slowly around in such a way as to afford her a glimpse of his face
for in all her memory of it and she had seen it distorted by many and various emotions during the last few weeks she had never beheld it where such a look as now it gave her a new idea of the man it filled her with dismay
and sent the lifeload from her cheeks. It fascinated her, as the glimpse of any evil thing
fascinates, and held her spellbound, long after he had turned back again to a silent contemplation
of the fire and its ever-difting ashes. It was, as if a veil had been rent before her eyes,
disclosing to her living soul, writhing, in secret struggle with its own worst passions,
and horrified at the revelation, more than horrified at the remembrance that it was her own
action of the morning which had occasioned this change in one.
She had long reverence, if not loved.
She sank helplessly upon her knees and pressed her face to the window in a prayer for courage
to sustain this new woe and latest, if not heaviest, disappointment.
It came while she was kneeling, came in the breath of the cold night wind.
Perhaps, for rising up, she turned her forehead gratefully to the breeze, and drew in long
draughts of it before she lifted her hand and knocked upon the window.
The sharp, shrill sound, made by her fingers on the pain, reassured her as much as it startled
him.
Gathering up her long cloak, which had fallen apart in her last hurried movement, she weighed
it with growing self-possession for his appearance at the window.
He came almost immediately, came with his usual hasty step, and with much of his usual expression
on his well-disciplined features.
Flinging aside the curtains, he cried impatiently, who was there, but at the sight of the
tall figure of imaging, standing upright and firm on the piazza without, he drew back with
a gesture of dismay, which was almost forbidding.
in its character.
She saw it, but did not pause.
Pushing up the window, she stepped into the room,
then, as he did not offer to help her,
turned and shut the window behind her,
and carefully arranged the curtains.
He meantime stood watching her
with eyes in whose fierce light burned equal love
and equal anger.
When all was completed, she faced him.
Instantly, a cry broke from his leave,
lips.
You are here, he exclaimed, as if her presence were more than he could meet or stand.
But in another moment the forlornness of her position seemed to strike him, and he advanced
toward her, saying in a voice husky with passion, "'Wretched woman, what have you done?
Was it not enough that for weeks, months now, you have played with my love and misery, as with
toys, that you should rise up at this last minute and crush me before the
whole world with a story, mad as it is false, of yourself being a criminal, and the destroyer
of the woman, for whose death your miserable lover is being tried?
Had you no consideration, no pity, if not for yourself, ruined by this day's work, for me,
who have sacrificed everything, done everything, the most devoted man or lawyer could do to
save this fellow, and win you for my wife?
Sir, said she, meeting the burning anger of his look, with the coldness of his set despair,
as if in the doubt awakened by his change demeanor, she sought to probe his mind for its hidden secret.
I did what any other woman would have done in my place.
When we are pushed to the wall, we tell the truth.
The truth?
Was that his laugh that rang, startingly, through the room?
The truth. You told the truth, Imogene? Imogene. Is any such farce necessary with me?
Her lips which had opened closed again, and she did not answer for a moment. Then she asked,
How do you know that what I said was not the truth?
How do I know? He paused as if to get his breath. How do I know? He repeated,
calling up all his self-control to sustain her gaze unmoved.
do you think i have lost my reason imogene that you put me such a question as that how do i know you're innocent recall your own words and acts since the day we met at mrs clemens house and tell me how it would be possible for me to think anything else of you
but her purpose did not relax neither did she falter as she returned mr orcutt will you tell me what has ever been said by me or what you have ever known me to do that would make it certain i did not commit this crime myself
his indignation was too much for his courtesy imagini commanded be silent i will not listen to any further arguments of this sort isn't it enough that you have destroyed my happiness
that you should seek the sport with my good sense i say you are innocent as a babe unborn not only the crime itself but of any complicity in it
every word you have spoken every action you have taken since the day of mrs clement's death proves you to be the victim of a fixed conviction totally at war with a statement you were pleased to make to-day only your belief in the guilt of another and your your
Stop choked. The thought of his rival maddened him.
She immediately seized the opportunity to say,
Mr. Orcutt, I cannot argue about what I have done.
It is over and cannot be remedied.
It is true I have destroyed myself, but this is no time to think of that.
All I can think of her more and over now is that by destroying myself,
I have not succeeded in saving Craig Mansell.
If her purpose was to probe the lawyer's soul
For the deadly wound
That had turned all his sympathies to gall
She was successful at last
Turning upon her with a look
In which despair and anger were strangely mingled
He cried
And me, Imogene, have you no thought of me?
Sir, said she,
Any thought from one disgraced as I am now
Would be an insult to one of your character and position
It was true. In the eyes of the world, Tremont Orcott and Imogene Dare henceforth stood as far apart as the poles.
Realizing it only too well, he uttered a half-inarticulate exclamation, and fraud restlessly to the other end of the room.
When he came back, it was with more of the lawyer's aspect and less of the baffled lovers.
Imogene, he said,
What could have induced you
to resort to an expedient so dreadful?
Have you lost confidence in me?
Had I not told you I would save this man
from a threatened fate?
You cannot do everything, she replied.
There are limits even to a power like yours.
I knew that Craig was lost
if I gave the court the testimony
which Mr. Ferris expected from me.
And then he cried,
seizing with his usual quickness at the admission,
which had thus unconsciously perhaps slipped from her,
you acknowledge you uttered a perjury to save yourself
from making declarations you believe to be hurtful to the prisoner.
The faint smile crossed her lips,
and her whole aspect suddenly changed.
Yes, she said,
I have no motive for hiding it from you now.
I perjured myself to escape destroying Craig Mansell.
i was scarcely the mistress of my own actions i had suffered so much i was ready to do anything to save the man i had so relentlessly pushed to his doom i forgot that god does not prosper a lie
the jealous gleam which answered her from her lawyer's eyes was a revelation you regret then he said that you tossed my happiness away with a breath of your perjured lips i regret
i did not tell the truth and trust god at this answer uttered with the simplicity of a penitent spirit mr orcutt unconsciously drew back
and may i ask what has caused a sudden regret he inquired in a tone not far removed from mockery the generous action of the prisoner in relieving you from your self-imposed burden of guilt
by an acknowledgment that struck at the foundation of the defense i had so carefully prepared no was her short reply that could afford me no joy
of whatever sin he may be guilty he is at least free from the reproach of accepting deliverance at the expense of a woman i am sorry i said what i did to-day because a revelation has since been made to me which proves i could never have sustained myself in the position i took
and that it was mere suicidal folly in me to attempt to save craigmansell by such means a revelation
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yes and forgetting all else in the purpose which had actuated her in seeking this interview emmogen drew nearer to the lawyer and earnestly said
there have been some persons i have perceived it who have wondered at my deep conviction of craig mansell's guilt but the reasons i had justified it they were great greater than any one knew greater even than you knew
his mother where she living must have thought as i did had she been placed beside me and seen what i have seen and heard what i have heard from the time of mrs clement's death
not only were all the facts brought against him in the trial known to me but i saw him saw him with my own eyes running from mrs clement's dining-room door at the very time we supposed the murder to have been committed that is at five minutes before noon on the fatal day
impossible to claim mr orcutt in his astonishment you are playing with my credulity emmaging but she went on letting her voice fall in awe of the lawyer's startled look
no she persisted i was in professor darling's observatory i was looking through a telescope which had been pointed toward the town mrs clements was much in my mind at the time and i took the notion to glance at her house
when i saw what i have described to you i could not help remembering the time she added for i had looked at the clock but a moment before and it was five minutes before noon broke again from the lawyer's lips in what was almost an awe-struck tone
troubled at the astonishment which seemed to partake of the nature of alarm she silently bowed her head and you were looking at him actually looking at him that very moment through a telescope perched a mile or so away
yes she bowed again turning his face aside mr orcutt walked to the hearth and began kicking the burnt-out logs with his restless foot as he did so emmaging heard him muttered mutter
between his set teeth.
It is almost enough to make one believe in a God.
Struck, horrified, she glided anxiously to his side.
Do not you believe in a God, she asked?
He was silent, amazed, almost frightened,
for she had never heard him breathe a word of skepticism before,
though to be sure he had never mentioned the name of the deity in her presence.
She stood looking at him, like what?
one who had received the blow. Then she said,
I believe in God. It is my punishment that I do. It is he
who wills blood for blood, who dooms the guilty to a merited death.
Oh, if he only would accept the sacrifice I so willingly offer,
take the life I so little value, and give me in return.
Mansell completed the lawyer, turning upon her, in a burst of fury,
he no longer had power to suppress.
Is that your cry?
Always and forever your cry.
You drive me too far, Imogene.
This mad and senseless passion for a man
who no longer loves you?
Spare me, rose from her trembling lips.
Let me forget that.
But the great lawyer only laughed.
You make it worth my while.
To save you the bitterness of such a remembrance, he cried.
Then, as she remained silent,
he changed his tone to one of careless inquiry and asked,
Was it to tell this story of the prisoner having fled from his aunt's house
that you came here tonight?
Recalled to the purpose of the hour, she answered hurriedly.
Not entirely.
That story was what Mr. Ferris expected me to testify to in court this morning.
You see for yourself in what a position it would have put the prisoner.
And the revelation you have received?
the lawyer coldly urged,
was of a deception that had been practiced upon me,
a base deception by which I was led to think long ago
that Craig Mansell had admitted his guilt
and only trusted to the excellence of his defense
to escape punishment.
I do not understand, said Mr. Orcutt,
who could have practiced such a deception upon you?
The detectives, she murmured,
that rough, heartless fellow, they call Hickory.
and in a burst of indignation
she told how she had been practiced upon
and what the results had been upon her belief
if not upon the testimony
which grew out of that belief.
The lawyer listened
with a strange apathy
what would once have aroused
his fiercest indignation
and fired him to an exertion
of his keenest powers
fell on him now
like the tedious repetition
of an old and worn-out tale
He scarcely looked up when she was done, and despair, the first perhaps, she had ever really felt, began the close in around her, and she saw how deep a gulf she had dug between this man and herself by her inconsidered act which had robbed him of all hope of ever making her his wife.
Moved by this feeling, she suddenly asked,
Have you lost all interest in your client, Mr. Orcutt? Have you no wish or hope remaining of safe, remaining of some sort of,
seeing him acquitted of this crime?
My client responded, the lawyer, with bitter emphasis, has taken his case into his own hands.
It would be presumptuous in me to attempt anything further in his favor.
Mr. Orcutt.
Ah, he scornfully laughed, with a quick yielding to his passion, as startling as it was unexpected.
You thought you could play with me as you would, use my skill, and ignore the love
that prompted it. You are a clever woman, Imogene, but you went too far when you considered my
forbearance unlimited. And you forsake Craig Mansell in the hour of his extremity?
Craig Mansell has forsaken me. This was true. For her sake, her lover had thrown his defense to
the winds and rendered the assistance of his counsel unavailable. Ciener drew her head abashed
Mr. Orcutt dryly proceeded.
I do not know what may take place in court tomorrow, said he.
It is difficult to determine what will be the outcome of so complicated a case.
The district attorney, in consideration of the deception,
which has been practiced upon you, may refuse to prosecute any further.
Or, if the case goes on and the jury is called upon for a verdict,
they may or may not be moved, by its case.
peculiar aspect to acquit a man of such generous dispositions. If they are, I shall do nothing
to hinder an acquittal, but ask for no more active measures on my part, I cannot plead for the
lover of the woman who has disgraced me. This decision, from one she had trusted so implicitly,
seemed to crush her. Ah, she murmured, if you did not believe him guilty, you would not leave him
thus to his fate. He gave a short, side-long glance, half-mocking, half-pitiful.
If she pursued, you had felt even a passing gleam of doubt, such as came to me,
when I discovered that he had never really admitted his guilt. You would let no mere mistake
on the part of a woman, turn you from your duty as a counselor for a man on trial for his life.
His glance lost its pity and became wholly mocking.
and do you cherish but passing gleams he sarcastically asked she started back i laugh at the inconsistency of women he cried you have sacrificed everything even risks your life
for a man you really believe guilty of crime yet if another man similarly stained asked you for your compassion only you would fly from him as from a pestilence
but no words he could utter of this sort were able to raise any emotion in her now mr orcutt she demanded do you believe craig mansell innocent his old mocking smile came back have i conducted his case as if i believe them guilty he asked
no no but you are his lawyer you are bound not to let your real thoughts appear but in your secret heart you did not could not believe he was to believe he was a lawyer you are bound not to let your real thoughts appear but in your secret heart you did not could not believe he was
was free from a crime to which he has linked by so many criminating circumstances.
But a strange smile remained unchanged.
She seemed awakened to a sudden doubt, and leaping impetuously to his side,
she laid her hand on his arm and exclaimed,
Oh, sir, if you have ever cherished one hope of his innocence,
no matter how faint or small, tell me of it,
even if this last disclosure has convinced you of its folly.
Giving her an icy look, he drew his arm slowly from her grasp and replied,
Mr. Mansell has never been considered guilty by me.
Never, never, not even now, not even now.
It seemed as if she could not believe his words.
And yet you know all there is against him, all that I do now?
I know he visited his aunt's house at or after.
the time she was murdered, but that is no proof he killed her, Miss Dare.
No, she admitted, with slow conviction, no.
But why did he fly in that wild way when he left it?
Why did he go straight to Buffalo, and not wait to give me the interview he promised?
Shall I tell you, Mr. Orcutt inquired, with a dangerous sneer on his lips,
do you wish to know why this man?
The man you have so loved.
The man for whom you would die this moment has come to you.
conducted himself with such marked discretion.
Yes, came like a breath from between Imogene's parted lips.
Well, said the lawyer, dropping his words with cruel clearness,
Mr. Mansell has a great faith in woman.
He has such faith in you, Imogene, dare.
He thinks you are all you declare yourself to be,
that in the hour you stood up before the court
and called yourself a murderer, you spoke but the truth.
that he stopped even his scornful aplomb would not allow him to go on in the face of the look she wore say say those words again she gasped let me hear them once more he thinks what
that you are what you proclaimed yourself to be this day the actual assailant and murderer of mrs clements he has thought so all along miss dare why i do not know
whether he saw anything or heard anything in that house from which you saw him fly so abruptly or whether he relied solely upon the testimony of the ring which you must remember he never acknowledged having received back from you
i only know that from the minute he heard of his aunt's death his suspicions flew to you and that in despite of such suggestions as i felt it judicious to make they have never suffered shock or been turned from their course from that day to this
such honor concluded mr orcutt with dry sarcasm does the man you love show to the woman who sacrificed for his sake all that the world holds dear
i cannot believe it you were knocking me came inarticulately from her lips while she drew back step by step till half the room lay between them
mocking you miss dare he has shown his feelings so palpably i have often trembled lest the whole court should see and understand them
you have trembled she could scarcely speak the rush of her emotion was so great you have trembled least the whole court should see he suspected me of this crime yes then she cried you must have been convinced ah she hurriedly interposed
with a sudden look of distrust.
You are not amusing yourself with me, are you, Mr. Orcutt?
So many traps have been laid for me from time to time.
I dare not trust the truth of my best friend.
Swear you believe, Craig Mansell, do have thought this of me?
Swear you have seen this dark thing lying in his soul or I?
What?
We'll confront him myself with the question,
if I have to tear down the walls of the prison to reach him.
his mind i must and will know very well then you do i have told you declared mr orcutt swearing would not make it any more true
lifting her face to heaven she suddenly fell on her knees oh god she murmured help me to bear this great joy joy
the icy tone the fierce surprise it expressed started her at once to her feet yes she murmured joy don't you see that if he thinks me guilty he must be innocent
i am willing to perish and fall from the ranks of good men and honorable women to be sure of a fact like this emmogene emmogene would you drive me mad she did not seem to hear craig are you guiltless then she was saying
is the past all a dream are we too nothing but victims of dread and awful circumstances oh we will see life has not ended yet and with a burst of hope that seemed to transfigure her into another woman she turned toward the lawyer with a cry
if he is innocent he can be saved nothing that has been done by him or me can hurt him if this be so god who watches over this crime has his eye
on the guilty one.
Though a sin be hidden under a mountain of deceit,
it will yet come forth.
Guilt like his cannot remain hidden.
You did not think this
when you faced the court this morning
with perjury on your lips,
came in slow, ironical tones from her companion.
Heaven sometimes accepts a sacrifice, she returned,
but who will sacrifice himself for a man
who could let the trial of one he knew
to be innocent, go on unhindered,
who, indeed, came in almost stifled tones from the lawyer's lips.
If a stranger, and not Craig Bancel slew Mrs. Clements, she went on,
and nothing but an incomprehensible train of coincidences,
unites him and me to this act of violence,
then may God remember the words of the widow,
and in his almighty power, call down such a doom,
she ended with a gasp mr orcutt with a sudden movement had laid his hand upon her lips hush he said let no curses issue from your mouth the guilty can perish without that
releasing herself from him in alarm she drew back her eyes slowly dilating as she noted the dead whiteness that had settled over his face and taken even the hue of life from his nervously trembling lips
mr orcutt she whispered with a solemnity which made them heedless that the lamp which had been burning lower and lower in its socket was giving out its last fitful rays if craig mansell did not kill the widow clement's who then did
her question or was it her look and tone seemed to transfix mr orcutt but it was only for a moment turning with a slight gesture to the table at his side
he fumbled with his papers still oblivious to the flaring lamp saying slowly i have always supposed governor hildreth to be the true author of this crime governor hildreth
mr orcut bowed i do not agree with you she returned moving slowly toward the window i am no reader of human hearts as all my past history shows but something is it the voice of god in my breast
tells me that guvner hildreth is as innocent as craikman's cell and that the true murderer of mrs clements her words ended in a shriek
the light for which so long a time had been flickering to its end had given one startling flare in which the face of the man before her had flashed on her view in a ghastly flame that seemed to separate it from all surrounding objects then as suddenly gone out
leaving the room in total darkness in the silence that followed a quick sound of rushing feet was heard then the window was pushed up and the night air came moaning in imaging had fled
horace bird had not followed hickory in his rush toward the house he had preferred to await results under the great tree which standing just inside the gate cast its mysterious and far-reaching shadow widely
over the wintry lawn he was therefore alone during most of the interview which miss dare had with mr orcutt in the library and being alone felt himself a prey to his sensations and the weirdness of the situation in which he found himself
though no longer a victim to the passion with which miss dare had at first inspired him he was by no means without feeling for this grand if somewhat misguided woman
and his emotions as he stood there awaiting the issue of her last desperate attempt to aid the prisoner were strong enough to make any solitude welcome though this solitude for some reason held an influence which was anything but enlivening
if it was not actually depressing to one of his ready sensibilities the tree under which he had taken his stand was as i have intimated an old one it had stood there from time immemorial and was as i have heard it since said
once the pride of mr orcut's heart and the chief ornament of his grounds though devoid of foliage at this time its vast and symmetrical canopy of interlacing branches had caught mr bird's attention from the first moment of his entrance beneath it
and preoccupied as he was he could not prevent his thoughts from reverting now and then with a curious sensation of awe to the immensity of those great limbs which branched above him
his imagination was so powerfully affected at last he had a notion of leaving the spot and seeking a nearer look-out in the belt of evergreens that hid the crouching form of hickory
but a spell seemed to emanate from the huge trunk against which he leaned that restrained him when he sought to go and noticing almost at the same moment that the path which miss dare would have to take in her departure ran directly under this tree
he yielded to the apathy of the moment and remained where he was soon after he was visited by hickory i can see nothing or hear nothing was that individual's hurried salutation
she and mr orcutt are evidently still in the library but i cannot get a clue to what is going on i shall keep up my watch however for i want to catch a glimpse of her face as she steps from the window
and he was off again before bird could reply but the next instant he was back panting and breathless the light is out in the library he cried we shall see her no more to-night
but scarcely had the words left his lips when a faint sound was heard from the region of the piazza and looking eagerly up the path they saw the form of mistair coming hurriedly toward them
to slip around into the deepest shadow cast by the tree was but the work of a moment meantime the moon shone brightly on the walk down which she was speeding and as in the agitation of her departure she had forgotten to draw down her veil
they succeeded in obtaining a view of her face it was pale and wore an expression of fear while her feet hasted as though she were only filled with thoughts of escape
seeing this the two detectives held their breaths preparing to follow her as soon as she had passed a tree but she did not pass the tree just as she got within reach of his shadow a commanding voice was heard calling upon her to stop
and mr orcutt came hurrying in his turn down the path i cannot let you go thus he cried pausing beside her on the walk directly under the tree
If you command me to save Craig Mansell, I must do it.
What you wish must be done, Imogene.
My wishes should not be needed to lead you to do your duty by the man you believe to be innocent
of the charge for which he is being tried was her earnest and strangely cold reply.
Perhaps not, he muttered bitterly.
But ah, Imogene, he suddenly broke forth in a way to startle these two detectives.
who however suspicious they had been of his passion had never before had the opportunity of seeing him under its control what have you made of me with your bewildering graces and indomitable soul
before i knew you life was a round of honorable duties and serene pleasures i lived in my profession and found my greatest delight in its exercise but now-what now she asked
I seem, he said, and the hard-cold selfishness that underlay all his actions, however generous they may have been in appearance, was apparent in his words and tones.
I seemed to forget everything, even my standing in fame as a lawyer, in the one fear that, although lost to me, you will yet live to give yourself to another.
If you fear that I ever shall be so weak as to give myself to Craig Mansell, was her steady reply,
you have only to recall the promise I made you when you undertook this case.
Yes, said he, but that was when you yourself believed him guilty.
I know she returned, but if he were not good enough for me then, I am not good enough for him now.
Do you forget that I am blotted with a stain that can not.
never be effaced. When I stood up in court today and denounced myself as guilty of a crime,
I signed away all my chances of future happiness. There was a pause. Mr. Orcutt seemed to be
thinking. From the position occupied by the two detectives, his shadow could be seen oscillating
to and fro on the lawn. Then, amid the hush of night, a deathly hush, undisturbed,
as mr bird afterward remarked by so much as the cracking of a twig his voice rose quiet yet vaguely sinister in the words
you have conquered if any man suffers for this crime it shall not be craig mansell but the sentence was never finished before the words could leave his mouth a sudden strange and splitting sound was heard above their heads then a terrifying rush of his own sudden strange and splitting sound was heard above their heads then a terrifying rush
took place, and a great limb lay upon the walk where but a moment before the beautiful form
of Imogene Dare lifted itself by the side of the eminent lawyer.
When a full sense of the terrible nature of the calamity which had just occurred swept across
the minds of the benumbed detectives, Mr. Bird, recalling the words and attitude of Emojene,
in face of a similar, if less fatal, catastrophe at the hut, exclaimed,
under his breath, it is the vengeance of heaven.
Imogene Dare must have been more guilty than we believed.
But when, after a superhuman exertion of strength and the assistance of many hands, the limb
was at length raised, it was found that, although both had been prostrated by its weight,
only one remained stretched and senseless upon the ground.
And that was not Imogene Dare, but the great lawyer,
mr orcutt end of chapter thirty seven part two section forty three of hand and ring by anna catherine green this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter thirty eight unexpected words
it will have blood they say blood will have blood stones have been known to move and trees to speak augurs and understood
relations have by maggot pies and chuff and rooks brought forth the secretest man of blood foul whisperings are abroad unnatural deeds do breed unnatural troubles infected minds to their death pillows will discharge their secrets mcbeth
mr orcut dead dying sir how when where in his own house sir
he has been struck down by a falling limb the district attorney who had been roused from his bed to hear these evil tidings looked at the perturbed face of the messenger before him who was none other than mr bird and with difficulty restrained his emotion
i sympathize with your horror and surprise exclaimed the detective respectfully then with a strange mixture of embarrassment and agitation added it is considered absolutely necessary that you come to the house he may yet speak and
and you will find miss dare there he concluded with a peculiarly hesitating glance and a rapid movement toward the door mr ferris who as we know cherished the strong feeling
a friendship for Mr. Orcutt, stared uneasily at the departing form of the detective.
What do you say, he repeated, Miss There, there, in Mr. Orcutt's house?
The short yes and the salarity, with which Mr. Bird vanished, gave him the appearance of one
anxious to escape further inquiries.
Astonished, as well as greatly distressed, the district attorney made speedy preparations for
following him, and soon was in the street. He found it alive with eager citizens, who,
notwithstanding the lateness of the hour, were rushing hither and thither in search of particulars
concerning this sudden calamity, and upon reaching the house itself, found it well nigh surrounded
by an agitated throng of neighbors and friends. Simply pausing at the gate to cast one glance
at the tree and its fallen limb, he made his way to the front door.
It was immediately opened.
Dr. Treadwell, whose face it was a shock to encounter in this place, stood before him,
and farther back a group of such favored friends as had been allowed to enter the house.
Something in the look of a coroner, as he silently reached forth his hand in salutation,
added to the mysterious impression which had been made upon Mr. Faye.
by the manner, if not words, of Mr. Bird. Feeling that he was losing his self-command,
the district attorney grasped the hand that was held out to him, and huskily inquired if Mr. Orcutt was
still alive. The coroner who had been standing before him, with a troubled brow and lowered eyes,
gravely bowed, and quietly leading the way, ushered him forward to Mr. Orcutt's bedroom door.
There he paused and looked as if he would like to speak, but hastily changing his mind,
opened the door, and motioned the district attorney in. As he did so, he cast a meaning
and solemn look toward the bed, then drew back, watching with evident anxiety what the effect
of the scene before him would have upon this new witness. A stupefying one, it seemed,
for Mr. Ferris, pausing in his approach,
looked at the cluster of persons about the bed,
and then drew his hand across his eyes like a man in a maze.
Suddenly he turned upon Dr. Treadwell,
with the same strange look he had himself seen in the eyes of bird
and said, almost as if the words were forced from his lips.
This is no new sight to us, Doctor.
We have been spectators of a scene like this before.
that was it as nearly as the alteration in circumstances and surroundings would allow the spectacle before him was the same as that which she had encountered months before in the small cottage at the other end of the town
on the bed of pallid senseless but slowly breathing form whose features stamped with the approach of death stared at them with marble-like rigidity from beneath the heavy bandages which proclaimed the injury to be one to the head
at his side the doctor the same one who had been called in to attend mrs clements wearing as he did then a look of sombre anticipation which mr ferris expected every instant
to see culminate in the solemn gesture which she had used at the widow's bedside before she spoke even the group of women who clustered at the foot of the couch were much the same expression as those who waited for movement on the part of mrs clemens
and had it not been for the sight of imogene dare sitting immovable and watchful on the farther side of the bed he might almost have imagined he was transported back to the old scene
and that all this new horror under which he was laboring was a dream from which he would speedily be awakened but imaging's face her look her air of patient waiting were not to be mistaken
attention once really attracted to her it was not possible for it to wander elsewhere even the face of the dying man and the countenance of the watchful physician paled in interest before that fixed look which he was not possible for it to wander elsewhere even the face of the dying man and the countenance of the watchful physician paled in interest before that fixed look which he had been to
which never wavering never altering studied the marble visage before her for the first faint signs of reawakening consciousness even his sister who
if weak of mind was most certainly of a loving disposition seemed to feel the force of the tie that bound imaging to that pillow and though she hovered nearer and nearer the beloved form as the weariful moments sped by
did not presume to interpose her grief or her assistance between the burning eye of imogene and the immovable form of her stricken brother
the hush that lay upon the room was unbroken save by the agitated breaths of all present is there no hope whispered mr ferris to dr treadwell and seeing no immediate prospect of change they sought for seats at the other side of the room
know the wound is strangely like that which mrs clements received he will rouse probably but he will not live our only comfort is that in this case it is not a murder
the district attorney made a gesture in the direction of emmaging how came she to be here he asked dr treadwell rose and drew him from the room
it needs some explanation he said and began to relate to him how mr orcutt was escorting miss dare to the gate when the bow fell which seemed likely to rob him of his life mr ferris
through whose mind those words of the widow were running in a way that could only be accounted for by the memories which the scene within had awakened
may the vengeance of heaven light upon the head of him who has brought me to this pass may the fate that has come upon me be visited upon him measure for measure blow for death for death
turned with impressive gravity and asked if miss dare had not been hurt but dr treadwell shook his head she has not even bruised said he and yet was on his arm possibly though i very much doubted
she was standing at his side uttered the quiet voice of mr bird in their ear and disappeared when he did under the falling branch she must have been bruised though she says not
i do not think she is in a condition to feel her injuries you are present then observed mr ferris with a meaning glance at the detective i was present he returned with a look the district attorney did not find it difficult to understand
is there anything you ought to tell me mr ferris inquired when a moment or so later the coroner had been drawn away by a friend i do not know said bird a-of-you-not-hearred of a moment or so later the coroner had been drawn away by a friend
i do not know said bird of the conversation that passed between miss dare and mr orcutt but a short portion came to our ears it is her manner her actions that have astonished us and made us anxious to have you upon the spot
and he told with what an expression of fear she had fled from her interview with mr orcutt in the library and then gave as nearly as he could an account of what had passed between them before the falling
of the fatal limb.
Finally, he said,
Hickory and I expected to find her
lying crushed and bleeding beneath.
But instead of that,
no sooner was the bow lifted
than she sprang to her knees
and seeing Mr. Orcott
lying before her insensible,
bent over him
with that same expression
of breathless awe and expectation
which you see in her now.
It looks as if she were waiting
for him to rouse
and finished the sentence that was cut short by this catastrophe.
And what was that sentence?
As near as I can recollect, it was this.
If any man suffers for this crime,
it shall not be Craig Bancel, but...
He did not have time to say whom?
My poor friend ejaculated Mr. Ferris,
cut down in the exercise of his duties.
It is a mysterious providence,
a very mysterious providence, and crossing again to the sick room, he went sadly in.
He found the aspect unchanged, on the pillow, the same white, a movable face, at the bedside,
the same constant and expectant watchers.
Imogene especially seems scarcely to have made a move in all the time of his absence.
Like a marble image watching over a form of clay, she sat silent, breathless,
intent, a sight to draw all eyes, and satisfy none.
For her look was not one of grief, nor of awe, nor of hope, yet it had that within it,
which made her presence there seem a matter of right even to those who did not know the exact
character of the bond, which united her to the unhappy sufferer.
Mr. Ferris, who had been only too ready to accept Mr. Byrd's explanation of her conduct,
allowed himself to gaze at her unhindered.
Overwhelmed as he was by the calamity
which promised to rob the bar
of one of its most distinguished advocates
and himself of a long-time friend,
he could not but feel the throb of those deep interests
which, in the estimation of this woman at least,
hung upon a word which those dying lips might utter.
And swayed by this feeling,
he unconsciously became a thirby.
watcher, though for what, and in hope of what, he could scarcely have told.
So much was he be numbed by the suddenness of this great catastrophe, and the extraordinary
circumstances by which it was surrounded.
And so one o'clock came and passed.
It was not the last time the clock struck before a change came.
The hour of two went by, and then that of three, and still, to the casual eye, all
remained the same. But ere the stroke of four was heard, Mr. Ferris, who had relaxed a survey
of imaging, to bestow a fuller attention upon his friend, felt an indefinable sensation of
dismay assail him, and rising to his feet drew a step or so nearer the bed, and looked at his
silent occupant with the air of a man who had fain shut his eyes to the meaning of what he
sees before him. At the same moment Mr. Bird, who had just come in, found himself attracted by
the subtle difference, he observed in the expression of Miss Dare. The expectancy in her look was gone,
and its entire expression was that of awe. Advancing to the side of Mr. Ferris, he glanced down at
the dying lawyer. He saw at once what it was that had so attracted and moved the district attorney.
The change had come over Mr. Orcutt's face, though rigid still and unrelieved by any signs
of returning consciousness, it was no longer that of the man they knew, but a strange face,
owing the same features, but distinguished now, by a look sinister as it was unaccustomed,
filling the breast of those who saw it with dismay, and making any contemplation of his
countenance more than painful to those who loved him.
nor did it decrease as they watched him like that charmed writing which appears on a blank paper when it subjected to heat the subtle unmistakable lines came out
moment by moment on the mask of his unconscious face till even emmene trembled and turned an appealing glance upon mr ferris as if to bid him note this involuntary evidence of nature against the purity and good intentions of the man
who had always stood so high in the world's regard then satisfied perhaps with the expression she encountered on the face of the district attorney she looked back and the heavy man who had always stood so high in the world's regard then satisfied perhaps with the expression she encountered on the face of the district attorney
she looked back and the heavy minutes went on only more drearily and perhaps more fearfully than before suddenly was that a gesture of the physician or a look from imaging a thrill of expectation passed through the room
and dr treadwell mr ferris and a certain other gentleman who had but just entered a remote corner of the apartment came hurriedly forward and stood at the foot of the bed
at the same instant emmaging rose and motioning them a trifle aside with an air of mingled entreaty and command bent slowly down toward the injured man a look of recognition answered her from the face upon the pillow
but she did not wait to meet it nor pause for the word that evidently trembled on his momentarily conscious lip shutting out with her form the group of anxious washers behind her
she threw all her soul into the regard with which she held him enchained then slowly solemnly but with unyielding determination uttered these words which no one there could know were but a repetition of a question
made a few eventful hours ago if craig mansell is not the man who killed mrs clemens do you mr orcut tell us who is
and pausing remained with her gaze fixed demandingly on that of the lawyer undeterred by the smothered exclamations of those who witnessed this scene and missed its clue or founded only in the supposition that this last great shock had unsettled her mind
the panting sufferer just trembling on the verge of life thrilled all down as once alert and nervous frame then searching her face for one sign of relenting unclosed his rigid lips and said with emphasis has not fate spoken
instantly emmaging sprang erect and amid the stifled shrieks of the women and the muttered exclamations of the men pointed at the recumbent figure before the moment of the women and the muttered exclamations of the men pointed at the recumbent figure before
them, saying,
You hear, Tremont Orcott
declares upon his deathbed
that it is the voice of heaven,
which has spoken in this dreadful calamity.
You who were present when Mrs. Clements breathed her imprecations
on the head of her murderer must know what that means.
Mr. Ferris, who of all present, perhaps,
possessed the greatest regard for the lawyer,
gave an ejaculation of dismay at this,
and, bounding forward, lifted her away from the bedside he believed her to abasily desecrated.
Mad woman, he cried, where were your ravings' end? He will tell no such tale to me.
But when he bent above the lawyer with a question forced from him by Miss Dare's words,
he found him already lapsed into that strange insensibility, which was every moment showing itself more and more
to be the precursor of death.
The sight seemed to rob Mr. Ferris
of his last grain of self-command.
Rising, he confronted the dazed faces
of those about him with a severe look.
This charred, said he, is akin to that
which Miss Dare made against herself
in the court yesterday morning.
When a woman has become crazed,
she no longer knows what she says.
But Imaging,
strong into belief that the hand of heaven had pointed out the culprit for whom they had so long
been searching, shook her head in quiet denial, and simply saying,
None of you know this man as I do, moved quietly aside to a dim corner, where she sat down
in calm expectation of another awakening on the part of the dying lawyer.
He came soon, came before Mr. Ferris had recovered him.
or Dr. Treadwell had had a chance to give any utterance to the emotions which this scene was calculated to awaken.
Rousing had the widow had done, but seeming to see no one, not even the physician who bent close at his side,
Mr. Orcutt lifted his voice again, this time in the old Stentorian tones, which he used in court,
and clearly, firmly exclaimed,
Blood will have blood.
Then in lower, and more familiar accents, cried,
Ah, Emajean, Eogene, it was all for you.
And with her name on his lips, the great lawyer closed his eyes again,
and sank for the last time into a state of insensibility.
Imogene at once rose.
I must go, she murmured.
My duty in this place is done.
and she attempted to cross the floor.
But the purpose which had sustained her being at the end,
she felt the full weight of her misery,
and looking in the faces about her
and seeing nothing there but reprobation,
she tottered and would have fallen
had not a certain portly gentleman
who stood nearby put forth his arm to sustain her.
Accepting the support with gratitude,
but scarcely pausing to note from what source it came,
she turned for an instant to mr ferris i realize said she with what surprise you must have heard the revelation which has just come from mr orcott's lips
so unexpected is it that you cannot yet believe it but the time will come when of all the words i have spoken these alone will be found worthy your full credit that not craig mansell not guvoner hildreth not even-and,
Unhappy Imogene dare herself could tell you so much of the real cause and manner of Mrs.
Clement's death as this man who lies stricken here a victim of divine justice.
And merely stopping to cast one final look in the direction of the bed, she stumbled from
the room.
A few minutes later, she reached the front door, but only to fall against a lintel with
the moan.
My words are true, but who will ever believe them?
pardon me exclaimed the bland and fatherly voice over her shoulder i am a man who can believe in anything put your confidence in me miss dare and we will see we will see
startled by her surprise into new life she gave one glance at the gentleman who had followed her to the door it was the same who had offered her his arm and whom she supposed to have remained behind her
in mr orcutt's room she saw before her a large comfortable-looking personage of middle age of no great pretensions to elegance or culture but bearing that within his face which oddly enough baffled her understanding while it encouraged her trust
this was the more peculiar in that he was not looking at her but stood with his eyes fixed on the fading light of the hall lamp which she surveyed with an expression of concern that almost amounted to pity
sir who are you she tremblingly asked dropping his eyes from the lamp he riveted them upon the veil she held tightly clasped in her right hand
if you will allow me the liberty of whispering in your ear i will soon tell you said he she bent her weary head downward and he at once leaned toward her and murmured a half-a-dozen words that made her instantly start erect with new light in her eyes
and you will help me she cried what else am i here for he answered and turning toward a quiet figure which she now saw for the first time standing on the threshold
of a small room near by he said with the calmness of a master hickory see that no one enters or leaves the sick-room till i return and offering imaging his arm he conducted her into the library the door of which he shut to behind them
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Chapter 39, Mr. Grice.
What have you spoke, it may be so, perchance.
This tyrant, whose sole name blisters our tongues,
was once thought honest.
Macbeth.
An hour later, has been a little.
Mr. Ferris was leaving the house, in company with Dr. Treadwell, he felt himself stopped by a slight
touch on his arm. Turning about, he saw Hickory.
"'Beg pardon, sirs,' said the detective, with a short bow,
but there's a gentleman in the library who would like to see you both before you go.
They at once turned to the room indicated, but at sight of its well-known features,
its huge cases of books, its large center table profusely littered with papers, the burnt-out
great, the empty armchair, they paused, and it was with difficulty that they could recover
themselves sufficiently to enter. When they did, their first glance was toward the gentleman.
They saw standing in a distant window, apparently perusing a book.
Who is it, inquired Mr. Ferris of his companion?
I cannot imagine, returned the other.
Hearing the voices the gentlemen advance.
Ah, said he,
allow me to introduce myself.
I am Mr. Grice of the New York Detective Service.
Mr. Grice repeated the district attorney in astonishment.
The famous detective bowed.
I have come, said he, upon a summons received by me in Utica,
not six hours ago.
It was sent by a subordinate of mine.
interested in the trial, now going on before the court.
Horace Bird is his name.
I hope he is well liked here and has your confidence.
Mr. Bird is well enough liked, rejoined Mr. Ferris,
but I gave him no orders to send for you.
At what hour was the telegram dated?
At half-past eleven, immediately after the accident to Mr. Orcutt.
I see.
He probably felt himself inadequate to meet this new American.
He is a young man, and the affair is certainly a complicated one.
The district attorney, who had been studying the countenance of the able detective before him,
bowed courteously.
I am not displeased to see you, said he, if you have been in the room above.
The other gravely bowed.
You know probably the outrageous accusation, which has just been made against our best lawyer
and most esteemed citizen.
It is but one of many which the same woman is made.
While it is to be regarded as the ravings of lunacy,
still your character and ability may weigh much
in lifting the opprobrium,
which any such accusation, however unfounded,
is calculated to throw around the memory of my dying friend.
Sir, returned Mr. Grice,
shifting his gaze uneasily from one small object,
to another in that dismal room, till all in every article it contained, seemed to partake
of his mysterious confidence. This is a world of disappointment and deceit.
Intellects we admired, hearts in which we trusted, turn out frequently to be the abodes
of falsehood and violence. It is dreadful, but it is true. Mr. Ferris, struck aghast,
looked at the detective with severe disapprobation.
is it possible he asked that you have allowed yourself to give any credence to the delirious utterances of a man suffering from a wound on the head or to the frantic words of a woman who has already abused the ears of the court by deliberate perjury
while dr treadwell equally indignant and even more impatient wrapped with his knuckles on the table by which he stood and cried
pooh pooh the man cannot be such a fool a solemn smile crossed the features of the detective many persons have listened to aspersions you denounce active measures will be needed to prevent its going farther
i have commanded silence said dr treadwell respect for mr orcutt will cause my wishes to be obeyed does mr orcutt enjoy the universal respect of the town
he does was a stern reply it behooves us then said mr gryce to clear his memory from every doubt by a strict inquiry into his relations with the murdered woman they are known returned mr ferris with grim reserve
they were such as any man might hold with a woman at whose house he finds it convenient to take his daily dinner she was to him the provider of a good meal
mr gryce's eyes travelled slowly toward mr ferris's shirt stud gentlemen said he do you forget that mr orcott was on the scene of the murder some minutes before the rest of you arrived
let the attention of people once be directed toward him as a suspicious party and they will be likely to remember this fact astounded both men drew back what do you mean by that remark they asked
i mean said mr gryce that mr orcutt's visit to mrs clement's house on the morning of the murder will be apt to be recalled by persons of a suspicious tendency as having given him the opportunity to commit the crime
People are not such fools, cried Dr. Treadwell, while Mr. Ferris, in a tone of mingled,
incredulity and anger, exclaimed,
And do you, a reputable detective, as I have been told, a man of excellent judgment,
presumed to say that there could be found anyone in this town, or even in this country,
who had let his suspicions carry him so far, as the hint that Mr. Orcutt struck this woman with his own hand,
in the minute or two that elapsed between his going into her house and is coming out again with tidings of her death.
Those who remember that he had been a participant in the lengthy discussion,
which had just taken place on the courthouse steps,
as to how a man might commit a crime without laying himself open to the risk of detection,
might, yes, sir.
Mr. Ferris and the coroner, who, whatever their doubts or fear,
had never for an instant seriously believed the dying words of Mr. Orcut to be those of a confession,
gazed in consternation at the detective, and finally inquired,
"'Do you realize what you are saying?'
Mr. Grice drew a deep breath and shifted his gaze to the next stud in Mr. Ferris's shirt-front.
"'I have never been accused of speaking lightly,' he remarked.
Then, with quiet insistence, asked,
where was mrs clements believed to get the money she lived on it is not known rejoined the district attorney yet she left a nice little sum behind her
five thousand dollars declared the coroner strange that in a town like this no one should know where it came from suggested the detective the two gentlemen were silent
it was a good deal to come from mr orcutt in payment of a single meal a day continued mr gryce no one has ever supposed it did come from mr orcut remarked mr ferris with some severity
but does any one know it did not ventured the detective dr treadwell and the district attorney looked at each other but did not reply gentlemen pursued mr gryce after a moment of quiet waiting
this is without exception the most serious moment of my life never in the course of my experience and that includes much have i been placed in a more trying position than now
to allow one's self-doubt much less to question the integrity of so eminent a man seems to me only less dreadful than it does to you yet for all that where i as friend as i certainly am his admirer
i would say sift this matter to the bottom let us know if this great lawyer has any more in favour of his innocence than the other gentlemen who have been publicly accused of this crime
but protested dr treadwell seeing that the district attorney was too much moved to speak you forget the evidence which underlay the accusation of these other two gentlemen also that of all the persons who from the district's who from the district's who from the district's
The day the widow was struck till now, have been in any way associated with suspicion.
Mr. Orcutt is the only one who could have had no earthly motive for injuring this humble woman.
Even if he were, all he would have to do to be first to perform such a brutal deed
and then carry out his hypocrisy to the point of using his skill as a criminal lawyer
to defend another man falsely accused of the crime?
I beg your pardon, sir, said the detective, but I forget nothing.
I only bring to the consideration of this subject a totally unprejudiced mind,
and an experience which has taught me never to admit testing the truth of a charge
because it seems at first blush false, preposterous, and without visible foundation.
If you will recall the conversation to which I have just alluded,
as having been held on the courthouse steps of the morning Mrs. Clements was murdered.
You will remember that it was the intellectual crime that was discussed,
the crime of an intelligent man, safe in the knowledge that his motive for doing such a deed
was a secret to the world.
My God, explained Mr. Ferris under his breath.
The man seems to be in earnest.
Gentlemen pursued Mr. Grice, with more dignity,
than he had hitherto seen fit to assume.
It is not my usual practice to express myself
as openly as I have done here today.
In all ordinary cases,
I consider it expedient
to reserve and tact my suspicions and my doubts
till I have completed my discoveries
and arranged my arguments
so as to bear out with some show of reason
whatever statement I may feel obliged to make.
But the extraordinary,
ordinary features of this affair, and the fact that so many were present at the scene we
have just left, have caused me to change my usual tactics.
Though far from ready to say that Mr. Orcutt's words were those of a confession, I still
see much reason to doubt his innocence, and feeling thus, and quite willing you should know
it in time to prepare for the worst.
Then you are proposing, making what has occurred here public, asked Mr. Ferris,
with emotion?
Not so was the detective's reply, on the contrary.
I was about to suggest that you did something more than lay a command of silence upon those who
are present.
The district attorney, who, as he afterwards said, felt as if he were laboring under some
oppressive nightmare, turned to the coroner, and said,
Dr. Treadwell, what do you advise me to do?
Terrible as this shock has been?
and serious as the duty it possibly involves,
I have never allowed myself
to shrink from doing what is right
simply because it afforded suffering to myself
or indignity to my friends.
Do you think I am called upon to pursue this matter?
The coroner, troubled, anxious,
and nearly as much overwhelmed as the district attorney,
did not immediately reply.
Indeed, the situation was one
to upset any man of whatever caliber.
Finally he turned to Mr. Grice.
Mr. Grice said he,
we are, as you have observed,
friends of the dying man,
and being so may miss our duty in sympathy.
What do you think ought to be done in justice to him,
the prisoner, and the positions which we both occupy?
Well, sirs, rejoined Mr. Grice,
it is not unusual, perhaps,
for a man in my position to offer actual advice to gentlemen and yours.
But if you wish to know what course I should pursue if I were in your places,
I should say, first, require the witnesses still lingering around the dying man
to promise that they will not divulge what was said there till a week has fully elapsed.
Next, adjourned the case, now before the court, for the same decent length of time.
and lastly trust me and the two men you have hitherto employed to find out if there is anything in mr orcutt's past history of a nature to make you tremble if the world hears of the words which escaped him on his death-bed we shall probably need but a week
and miss dare has already promised secrecy there was nothing in all this to alarm their fears everything on the contrary to allay them
the coroner gave a nod of approval to mr ferris and both signified their acquiescence in the measures proposed mr gryce at once assumed his usual genial air
you may trust me said he to exercise all the discretion you would yourselves show under the circumstances i have no wish to see the name of such a man blasted by an ineffaceable stain and he bowed as if about to leave the room
But Mr. Ferris, who had observed this movement, with an air of some uneasiness, suddenly
stepped forward and stopped him.
I wish to ask, said he, whether superstition has anything to do with his readiness on your
part to impute the worst meaning to the chance phrases which have fallen from the lips of her
severely injured friend.
Because his end seems in some regards to mirror those of the widow.
have you allowed your remembrance of the words she made use of in the face of death to influence your good judgment as to the identity of mr orcott with her assassin the face of mr gryce assumed its grimaced aspect
do you think this catastrophe was necessary to draw my attention to mr orcott to a man acquainted with the extraordinary coincidence that marked the discovery of mrs clement's murder the mystery must be that
mr orcutt has gone unsuspected for so long and assuming an argument of air he asked were either of you two gentlemen present at the conversation i have mentioned as taking place on the court-house steps the morning mrs clements was murdered
i was said the district attorney you remember then the hunchback who was so free with his views most certainly and know perhaps who that hunchback was who that hunchback was
was yes you will not be surprised then if i recall to you the special incidents of that hour a group of lawyers among them mr orcutt are amusing themselves with an off-hand chat concerning criminals
and the clumsy way in which as a rule they plan and execute their crimes all seem to agree that a murder is usually followed by detection when suddenly a stranger
speaks, and tells them that the true way to make a success of the crime is to choose a thoroughfare
for the scene of tragedy and employ a weapon that has been picked up on the spot. What happens?
Within five minutes after this piece of gratuitous information, or as soon as Mr. Orcutt can cross
the street, Mrs. Clements is found lying in her blood, struck down by a stick of wood,
picked up from her own hearthstone. Is this chance?
If so, tis a very curious one.
I don't deny it, said Dr. Treadwell.
I believe you never did deny it, quickly retorted the detective.
Am I not right in saying that it struck you so forcibly at the time
as to lead you into supposing some collusion between the hunchback and the murderer?
It certainly did, admit it the coroner.
Very well, proceeded, Mr. Grice.
Now, as there could have been no collusion between these parties, the hunchback being no other person than myself, what are we to think of this murder?
That it was a coincidence or an actual result of the hunchback's words.
Dr. Treadwell and Mr. Ferris were both silent.
Sir has continued Mr. Grice, feeling perhaps that perfect openness was necessary in order to win entire confidence,
I am not given to boasting, or to a too-free expression of my opinion.
But if I had been ignorant of this affair, and one of my men had come to me and said,
a mysterious murder has just taken place marked by this extraordinary feature,
that it is a precise reproduction of a supposable case of crime,
which has just been discussed by a group of indifferent persons in the public street,
and then he asked me where to look for the assassin,
i should have said search for that man who heard the discussion through was among the first to leave the group and was the first to show himself upon the scene of murder
to be sure when bird did come to me with this story i was silent for the man who fulfilled these conditions was mr orcutt then said mr ferris you mean to say that you would have suspected mr orcutt of this crime long ago
if he had not been a man of such position and eminence undoubtedly was mr gryce's reply if the expression was unequivocal his air was still more so shocked and disturbed both gentlemen fell back
the detective at once advanced and opened the door it was time mr bird had been tapping upon it for some minutes and now hastily came in his face told the nature of his errand before he spoke
I am sorry to be obliged to inform you, he began.
Mr. Orcutt is dead, quickly interposed Mr. Ferris.
The young detective solemnly bowed.
End of Chapter 39.
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Chapter 40 in the prison, part one.
the jury passing on the prisoner's life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try measure for measure
such welcome and unwelcome things at once tis hard to reconcile macbeth mr mansell sat in his cell the prey of gloomy and perturbed thought
he knew mr orcutt was dead he had been told of it early in the morning by the jailer but of the circumstances which attended that death he knew nothing save that the lawyer had been struck by a falling limb from a tree in his own garden
the few moments which the court had met for the purpose of re-adjournment had added but little to his enlightenment a marked reserve had characterized the whole proceedings
and though an indefinable instinct had told him in some mysterious way that his cause had been helped rather than injured by this calamity to his counsel he found no one ready to volunteer those explanations which his great interest in the matter certainly demanded
the hour therefore which he spent in solitude upon his return to prison was one of great anxiety and it was quite a welcome relief when the cell door opened and the keeper ushered in a strange gentleman
supposing it had to be the new council he had chosen at haphazard from a list of names that had been offered him mr mansell rose but a second glance assured him that he had made a mistake in supposing this
person to be a lawyer, and stepping back he awaited his approach with mingled curiosity and
reserve.
The stranger, who seemed to be perfectly at home in the narrow quarters, in which he found himself,
advanced with a frank air.
My name is Grice, said he, and I'm a detective.
The district attorney, who, as you know, has been placed in a very embarrassing situation
by the events of the last two days, has accepted.
accepted my services in connection with those of the two men already employed by him, in the
hope that my greater experience may assist him in determining which, of all the persons,
who have been accused, or who have accused themselves, of murdering Mrs. Clements, is the
actual perpetrator of that deed.
Do you require any further assurance of my being in the confidence of Mr. Ferris than the
fact that I am here, and in full liberty to talk with you?
No, return the other, after a short but close study of his visitor.
Very well, then, continued the detective, with a comfortable air of ease,
I will speak to the point, and the first thing I will say is that upon looking at the
evidence against you, and hearing what I have heard from various sources since I came to town,
I know you are not the man who killed Mrs. Clements.
To be sure, you have declined to explain certain points,
but I think you can explain them.
And if you will only inform me—
Pardon me, interrupted Mr. Mansell gravely,
but you say you are a detective.
Now, I have no information to give a detective.
Are you sure?
Was the imperturbable query?
Quite was a quick reply.
You are then determined.
determined upon going to the scaffold, whether or no, remarked Mr. Grice, somewhat grimly.
Yes, if to escape it, I must confide in a detective.
Then you do wrong, declared the other, as I will immediately proceed to show you.
Mr. Mansell, you are, of course, aware of the manner of Mr. Orcutt's death?
I know he was struck by a falling limb.
Do you know what he was doing when this occurred?
No.
He was escorting Miss Dare down to the gate.
The prisoner, whose countenance had brightened,
at the mention of his lawyer, turned a deadly white at this.
And, and was Miss Dare hurt, he asked?
The detective shook his head.
Then why do you tell me this?
Because it has much to do with the occasion of my coming here, Mr. Mansell,
proceeded Mr. Grice, in that tone of completely understanding himself,
which he knew so well how to assume with men of the prisoner's stamp.
I'm going to speak to you without circumlocution or disguise.
I am going to put your position before you just as it is.
You were on trial for a murder, which not only yourself but another man was suspected.
Why are you on trial instead of him?
Because you are recant in regard to certain matters which common sense would say
you ought to be able to explain.
Why were you recitent?
There can be but one answer.
Because you feared to implicate another person,
for whose happiness and honor,
you had more regard than for your own.
Who was that other person?
The woman who stood up in court yesterday
and declared that she had herself committed this crime.
What is the conclusion?
You believe, and I've always believed,
misdare to be the assassin of Mrs. Clements.
The prisoner whose pallor had increased with every word,
the detective uttered, leaped to his feet at this last sentence.
You have no right to say that, he vehemently asseverated.
What do you know of my thoughts or my beliefs?
Do I carry my convictions on my sleeve?
I am not the man to betray my ideas or feelings to the world.
Mr. Grice smiled.
to be sure this expression of silent complacency was directed to the grating of the window overhead,
but it was nonetheless effectual on that account.
Mr. Mansell, despite his self-command, began to look uneasy.
Prove your words, he cried, show that these have been my convictions.
Very well, returned Mr. Grice.
Why were you so long silent about the ring?
because you did not wish to compromise Miss Dare by declaring she did not return it to you,
as she had said.
Why did you try to stop her in the midst of her testimony yesterday?
Because you saw it was going to end in confession.
Finally, why did you throw aside your defense, and instead of proclaiming yourself guilty,
simply tell how you were able to reach Montief Quarry Station in ninety minutes?
Because you feared her guilt would be.
confirmed if her statements were investigated and were willing to sacrifice everything but the truth
in order to save her.
You give me credit for a great deal of generosity, coldly replied the prisoner.
After the evidence brought against me by the prosecution, I should think my guilt would be
accepted as proved the moment I showed that I had not left Mrs. Clemens' house at the time
she was believed to be murdered.
And so it would respond that Mr. Grice, if the prosecution, had not seen reason to believe
that the moment of Mrs. Clement's death has been put too early. We'd now think she was not
struck till some time after twelve, instead of five minutes before. Indeed, said Mr. Mansell,
with stern self-control. Mr. Grice, whose carelessly roving eye told little of the close
study with which he was honoring the man before him,
nodded with grave decision.
You could add very much to our convictions on this point, he observed,
by telling what it was you saw or heard in Mrs. Clement's house
at the moment you fled from it so abruptly.
How do you know I fled from it abruptly?
You were seen.
The fact has not appeared in court,
but a witness, we might name,
perceived you flying from your aunt's door to the school,
swamp, as if your life depended upon the speed you made.
And with that fact added to all the rest you have against me,
you say you believe me innocent, exclaimed Mr. Mansell.
Yes, for I've also said I believe Mrs. Clemens
not to have been assaulted till after the hour of noon.
You fled from the door at precisely five minutes before it.
The uneasiness of Mr. Mansell's face increased,
till it amounted to agitated.
And, may I ask, said he, what has happened, to make you believe she was not struck
at the moment hitherto supposed?
Ah, now, replied the detective, we come down to facts, and leaning with a confidential air toward
the prisoner, he quietly said, your counsel has died for one thing.
Astonished as much by the tone as the tenor of these words, Mr. Mansell drew back from his
visitor in some distrust. Seeing it, Mr. Grice edged, still farther forward, and calmly continued.
If no one has told you the particulars of Mr. Orcott's death, you probably do not know why,
Miss Dare, was at his house last evening. The look of the prisoner was sufficient reply.
She went there, resumed Mr. Grice with composure, to tell him that her whole evidence against
you had been given under the belief.
that you were guilty of the crime with which you had been charged,
that by a trick of my fellow detectives, Hickory and Bird.
She had been deceived in the thinking you had actually admitted your guilt to her,
and that she had only been undeceived after she had uttered the perjury
with which she sought to save you yesterday morning.
Perjury, escaped involuntarily from Craig Mansell's lips.
Yes, repeated the detective.
of perjury. Ms. Dare lied when she said she had been to Mrs. Clement's cottage on the morning
of the murder. She was not there, nor did she lift her hand against the widow's life.
That tale, she told, to escape telling another which she thought would ensure your doom.
You have been talking to Miss Dare, suggested the prisoner, with subdued sarcasm.
I have been talking to my two men, was the unmoved retort, to Hickory and
to Bird, and they not only confirmed this statement of hers in regard to the deception
they played upon her, but say enough to show she could not have been guilty of the crime,
because at the time she honestly believed you to be so.
I do not understand you, cried the prisoner, in a voice that, despite his marked self-control,
showed the presence of genuine emotion.
Mr. Grice at once went into particulars.
He was anxious to have Craig Mansell's mind
disabused of the notion that Imogene had committed this crime
since upon that notion he believed his unfortunate reticence to rest.
He therefore gave him a full relation of the scene in the hut
together with all its consequences.
Mr. Mansell listened like a man in a dream.
some fact in the past evidently made this story incredible to him seeing it mr gryce did not wait to hear his comments but upon finishing his account exclaimed with a confident air such testimony is conclusive it is impossible to consider miss dare guilty after an insight of this kind into the real state of her mind even she has seen the uselessness of persisting in her self-accusation
and, as I have already told you, went to Mr. Orcutt's house in order to explain to him her past conduct
and ask his advice for the future.
She learned something else.
Before her interview with Mr. Orcott ended, continued the detective impressively,
she learned that she had not only been mistaken in supposing you had admitted your guilt,
but that you could not have been guilty, because you had always believed her,
to be so. It had been a mutual case of suspicion, you see, and argues innocence on the part of you both.
Or so it seems to the prosecution, how does it seem to you? Would it help my cause to say?
It would help your cause to tell me what sent you so abruptly from Mrs. Clemens' house the
morning she was murdered. I do not see how, returned the prisoner. The glance of Mr. Grice
settled confidently on his right hand, where it lay outspread upon his ample knee.
Mr. Mansell, he inquired, have you no curiosity to know any details of the accident
by what you have unexpectedly been deprived of a counsel?
Evidently surprised at this sudden change of subject, Craig replied,
If I had not hoped you would understand my anxiety and presently relieve it,
I could not have shown you as much patience as I have."
Very well, rejoined Mr. Grice, altering his manner, with the suddenness that evidently
alarmed his listener.
Mr. Orcutt did not die immediately after he was struck down.
He lived some hours, lived to say some words, that have materially changed the suspicions
of persons interested in the case he was defending.
Mr. Orcutt?
The tone was one of surprise.
Mr. Grice's little finger seemed to take note of it,
for it tapped the leg beneath it in quite an emphatic manner.
As he continued, it was an answer to a question put to him by Miss Dare.
To the surprise of everyone, she had not left him from the moment
they were mutually relieved from the weight of the fallen limb,
but it stood over him for hours, watching for him to rouse from his
insensibility. When he did, she appealed to him in a way that showed she expected a reply
to tell her who it was that killed the widow Clemens. And did Mr. Orcutt know was Mansell's
half agitated, half incredulous query? His answer seemed to show that he did. Mr. Mansell,
have you ever had any doubts of Mr. Orcutt? Doubts?
doubts as to his integrity, good-heartedness, or desire to serve you?
No.
You will, then, be greatly surprised, Mr. Grice went on, with increased gravity.
When I tell you that Mr. Orcutt's reply to Miss Dare's question
was such as to draw attention to himself as the assassin of widow Clemens,
and that his words and the circumstances under which they were uttered have so impressed Mr.
Ferris, that the question now agitating his mind is not, is Craig Mansell innocent,
but was his counsel, Tremont Orcutt, guilty?
The excited look which had appeared on the face of Mansell at the beginning of this speech
changed the one of strong disgust.
This is too much, he cried.
I am not a fool to be caught by any such make-believe as this.
Mr. Orcutt thought to be an assassin.
you might as well say that people accuse Judge Evans of killing the widow Clemens.
Mr. Grice, who had perhaps stretched the point,
when he so unequivocally declared his complete confidence
in the innocence of the man before him,
tapped his leg quite affectionately at this burst of natural indignation,
and counted off another point in favor of the prisoner.
His words, however, were dry as sarcasm could make,
them. No, said he, for people know that Judge Evans was without the opportunity for committing
this murder, while everyone remembers how Mr. Orcott went to the widow's house and came out again
with tidings of her death. The prisoner's lip curled disdainfully, and do you expect me to believe
you regard this as groundwork for suspicion? I should have given you credit for more penetration,
sir. Then you did not think Mr. Orcutt knew what he was saying, when, in answer to Miss Dare's
appeal to him, to tell who the murderer was, he answered, Blood will have blood, and drew attention
to his own violent end. Did Mr. Orcott say that? He did. Very well, a man whose whole mind,
has for some time been engrossed with defending another man accused of murder, might say anything,
while in the state of delirium mr gryce uttered his favourite humph and gave his leg another pat but added gravely enough miss dare believes his words to be those of confession you say miss dare once believed me to have confessed
but persisted the detective miss dare is not alone in her opinion men in whose judgment you must rely find it difficult to explain the words of mr orcutt by means of any other
theory than he is himself the perpetrator of that crime for which you are yourself being tried.
I find it difficult to believe that possible, quietly returned the prisoner.
What, he suddenly exclaimed, suspect the man of Mr. Orcott's abilities and standing of a hideous
crime, the very crime too, with which his client is charged, and in defense of whom he has
brought all his skill to bear. The idea is preposterous, unheard of. I acknowledge that,
dryly assented Mr. Grice, but it has been my experience to find that it is the preposterous
things which happened. For a minute, the prisoner stared at the speaker incredulously. Then he
cried, He really appeared to be in earnest. I was never more so in my life, was Mr. Grice's
rejoined her.
Drawing back, Craig Mansell
looked at the detective, with an emotion
that had almost a character of hope.
Presently, he said,
if you do distrust, Mr. Orcutt,
you must have weightier reasons for it
than any you have given me.
What are they? You must be willing,
I should know, or you would not have gone
as far with me as you have.
You are right, Grice assured him.
A case so complicated as this
calls for unusual measures.
Mr. Ferris, feeling the gravity of his position,
allows me to take you into our confidence in the hope
that you will be able to help us out of our difficulty.
I help you.
You'd better release me first.
That will come in time.
If I help you, whether you help or not.
If we can satisfy ourselves in the world
that Mr. Orcutt's words were a confession,
you may hasten that conviction.
How?
By clearing up the mystery of your flight from Mrs. Clement's house.
The keen eyes of the prisoner fell.
All his old distrust seemed on the point of returning.
That would not help you at all, said he.
I should like to be the judge, said Mr. Grice.
The prisoner shook his head.
My word must go for it, said he.
End of Chapter 40, Part 1.
Section 46 of Hand and Ring by Anna Catherine Green.
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Chapter 40 in the Prison, Part 2
The detective had been the hero of too many such scenes to be easily discouraged.
Bowing, as if accepting this conclusion from the prisoner,
he quietly proceeded with a recital he had planned.
with a frankness certainly unusual to him he gave the prisoner a full account of mr orcutt's last hours and the interview which had followed between himself and miss dare
to this he added his own reasons for doubting the lawyer and while admitting he saw no motive for the deed gave it as a serious opinion that the motive would be found if once he could get at the secret of mr orcutt's real connection with the deceased
he was so eloquent and so manifestly in earnest mr mansell's eyes brightened in spite of himself and when the detective ceased he looked up with an expression which convinced mr gryce that half the battle was won
he accordingly said in a tone of great confidence a knowledge of what went on in mrs clement's house before he went to it would be of great help to us with that for a start
all may be learned i therefore put it to you for the last time whether it would not be best for you to explain yourself on this point i am sure you will not regret it
sir said mansell with undisturbed composure if your purpose is to fix this crime on mr orcutt i must insist upon your taking my word that i have no information to give you that can in any way affect him
you could give us information then that would affect miss dare was a quick retort now i say the astute detective declared as the prisoner gave almost an imperceptible start
that whatever your information is miss dare is not guilty you say it exclaimed the prisoner what does your opinion amount to if you haven't heard the evidence against her there is no evidence against her but what is purely circumstantial
how do you know that because she is innocent circumstantial evidence may exist alike against the innocent and the guilty real evidence only against the guilty
i mean to say that i am firmly convinced miss dare once regarded you as guilty of this crime i must be equally convinced she didn't commit it herself this is unanswerable
you have stated that before i know it but i wanted you to see the force of it because once convinced with me that miss dare is innocent you will be willing to tell all you know even what apparently implicates her
silence answered this remark you didn't see her strike the blow mansell roused indignantly no of course not he cried you did not see her with your aunt the moment you fled from the house immediately before the murder
i didn't see her that emphasis unconscious perhaps was fatal gryce who never lost anything darted on this small gleam of advantage as a hungry pike darts upon and
innocent minnow.
But you thought you heard her, he cried, her voice or her laugh, or perhaps merely the rustle
of her dress in another room.
No, said Mansell, I didn't hear her.
Of course not was the instantaneous reply, but something said or done by somebody, a
something which amounts to nothing as evidence, gives you to understand she was there,
and so you hold your tongue for fear of compromising her.
amounts to nothing as evidence echoed mansell how do you know that because miss dare was not in the house with your aunt at the time miss dare was in professor darling's observatory a mile or so away
does she say that we will prove that aroused excited the prisoner turned his flashing blue eyes on the detective i should be glad to have you he said
but you must first tell me in what room you were when you received this intimation of miss dair's presence i was in no room i was on the stone step outside the dining-room door i did not go into the house at all that morning as i believe i have already told mr ferris
very good it will be all the simpler than i thought you came up to the house and went away again without coming in ran away i may say
taking the direction of the swamp the prisoner did not deny it you remember all the incidents of that short flight the prisoner's lip curled
remember leaping the fence and stumbling a trifle when you came down yes very well now tell me how could miss dare see you do that from mrs clement's house did miss dare tell you she saw me trip after i jumped the fence
She did.
And yet was in Professor Darling's Observatory a mile or so away?
Yes.
A satirical laugh broke from the prisoner.
I think, said he,
then instead of my telling you how she could have seen this from Mrs. Clement's house,
you should tell me how she could have seen it from Professor Darling's Observatory.
That is easy enough.
She was looking through a telescope.
What?
At the moment you were turning from Mrs. Clement's door,
Miss Dare, perched in the top of Professor Darling's house,
was looking in that very direction through a telescope.
I would like to believe that story, said the prisoner,
with suppressed emotion. It would.
What, urged the detective calmly.
Make a new man of me, finished Mansell,
with a momentary burst of feeling.
Well, then, call up your memories,
of the way your aunt's house is situated.
Recall the hour, and acknowledge that, if Miss Dare was with her,
she must have been in the dining-room.
There's no doubt about that.
Now, how many windows has the dining-room?
One, how situated?
It is on the same side as the door.
There is none, then, which looks down to the place where you leap the fence?
No.
How account for her seeing that,
little incident then of your stumbling.
She might have come to the door stepped out, and so seen me.
Huh, I see you have an answer for everything.
Craig Mansell was silent.
A look of admiration slowly spread itself over the detective's face.
We must probe the matter a little deeper, said he.
I see I have a hard head to deal with.
And bringing his glance a little nearer to the prisoner, he remarked.
if she had been standing there you could not have turned around without seeing her no now did you see her standing there no yet you turned round i did miss derr says so
the prisoner struck his forehead with his hand and it is so he cried i remember now that some vague desire to know the time made me turn to look at the church clock go on tell me more that miss dare saw
his manner was so changed his eyes burned so brightly the detective gave himself a tap of decided self-gratulation
she saw you hurry over the bog stop at the entrance of the wood take a look at your watch and plunge with renewed speed into the forest it is so it is so and to have seen that she must have had the aid of a telescope
then she describes your appearance she said you had your pants turned up at the ankles and carried your coat on your left arm left arm yes i think i had it on my right
it was on the arm toward her she declares if she was in the observatory it was your left side that she saw yes yes but the coat was over the other arm i remember using my left hand and vaulting over the fence when i came up to the house
it is a vital point said mr gryce with a quietness that concealed his real anxiety and chagrin if the coat was on the arm toward her the fact of its being on the room
right. Wait, exclaimed Mr. Mansell, with an air of sudden relief. I recollect now that I changed
it from one arm to the other after I vaulted the fence. It was just at the moment I turned to come
back to the side door, and, as she does not pretend to have seen me, till after I left the door,
of course the coat, as she says, was on my left arm. I thought you could explain it,
returned Mr. Grice, with an air of easy confidence. But what do you mean when you say that you
changed it at the moment you turned to come back to the side door? Didn't you go at once to the
dining-room door from the swamp? No, I had gone to the front door on my former visit,
and was going to it this time. But when I got to the corner of the house, I saw the tramp
coming into the gate, and not wishing to encounter anyone, turned round, and came back to the
dining-room door.
I see, and it was then you heard?
What I heard, completed the prisoner grimly.
Mr. Mansell, said the other, are you not sufficiently convinced by this time that Miss
Dare was not with Miss Clemens, but in the observatory of Professor Darling's house to tell
me what that was?
Answer me a question, and I will reply.
Can the entrance of the woods be seen from the position,
which she declares herself to have occupied?
It can. Not two hours ago, I tried the experiment myself,
using the same telescope and kneeling in the same place where she did.
I found I could not only trace the spot where you paused,
but could detect quite readily every movement of my man hickory.
who i had previously placed there to go through the motions i should not have come here if i had not made myself certain on that point yet the prisoner hesitated
i not only made myself sure of that resumed mr gryce but i also tried if i could see as much with my naked eye from mrs clement's side door i found i could not and my sight is very good enough said mansell
heart as it is to explain i must believe miss dare was not where i thought her then will you tell me what you heard yes for in it may lie the key to this mystery though how i cannot see and doubt if you can i am all the more ready to do it he pursued
because i can now understand how she came to think me guilty and thinking so conducted herself as she has done from the beginning of my trial all but in fact of her denouncing herself yesterday that i cannot comprehend
a woman in love can do anything quoth mr gryce then admonished by the flush of the prisoner's cheek that he was treading on dangerous ground he quickly added
but she will explain all that herself some day let us hear what you have to tell me craig mansell drooped his head and his bow became gloomy
sir said he it is unnecessary for me to state your surmise in regard to my past conviction is true if miss dare was not with my aunt just before the murder
i certainly had reasons for thinking she was to be sure i did not see her or hear her voice but i heard my aunt address her distinctly and by name you did mr gryce's interest in the tattoo he was playing on his knee
became intense yes it was just as i pushed the door ajar the words were these you think you are going to marry him imogene dare but i tell you you never shall not while i live
humph broke involuntarily from the detective's lips and though his face betrayed nothing of the shock this communication occasioned him his fingers stopped an instant in their restless play
Mr. Mansell saw it and cast him in anxious look.
The detective instantly smiled with great unconcern.
Go on, said he. What else did you hear?
Nothing else. In the mood in which I was,
this very plain intimation that Miss Dare had sought my aunt,
had pleaded with her for me and failed, struck me as sufficient.
I did not wait to hear more, but hurried away,
in a state of passion that was a little short of frenzy.
To leave the place and return to my work was now my one wish.
When I found then that by running I might catch the train at Monteth, I ran,
and so unconsciously laid myself open to suspicion.
I see, murmured the detective, I see.
Not that I suspected any evil then, pursued Mr. Mansell earnestly,
I was only conscious of disappointment and a desire to escape from my own thoughts.
It was not till the next day.
Yes, yes, interrupted Mr. Grice abstractedly.
But your aunt's words, she said.
You think you are going to marry him, Imogene Dare.
But you never shall, not while I live.
Yet Imogene Dare was not there.
Let us solve that problem.
You think you can?
I think I must.
how how the detective did not answer he was buried in profound thought suddenly he exclaimed it is as you say the key note to the tragedy it must be solved
but the glancy dive deep into space seemed to echo that how how of the prisoner with a gloomy persistence that promised little for immediate answer to the enigma before them
it occurred to mansell to offer a suggestion there is but one way i can explain it said he my aunt was speaking to herself she was death and lived alone such people often indulged in soliloquizing
the slap which mr gryce gave his thigh must have made it tingle for a good half-hour there he cried who says extraordinary measures are not useful at times you fit the very explanation of course she was speaking to herself she was just a woman to do it
Imogene Dare was in her thoughts, so she addressed Imogene Dyer.
If you had opened the door, you would have seen her standing there alone, venting her thoughts into empty space.
I wish I had, said the prisoner.
Mr. Grice became exceedingly animated.
Well, that's settled, said he.
Imogene Dare was not there, save in Mrs. Clement's imagination.
And now for the conclusion, she said.
you think you are going to marry him imaging dare but you never shall not while i live that shows her mind was running on you it shows more than that it shows that if miss dare was not with her then she must have been there earlier in the day
for when i left my aunt the day before she was in entire ignorance of my attachment to miss dare and the hopes it had led to
say that again cried gryce mr mansell repeated himself adding that would account for the ring being found on my aunt's dining-room floor but mr gryce waved that question aside
what i want to make sure of is that your aunt had not been informed of your wishes as concerned miss dare unless miss dare was there in the early morning and told her herself
there were no neighbors to betray you there wasn't a neighbor who knew anything about the matter the detective's eye brightened till it vied in brilliancy with a stray gleam of sunshine which had found its way to the cell through the narrow grating over their heads
a clue he murmured i have received a clue and rose as if to leave the prisoner startled rose also
a clue to what he cried but mr gryce was not the man to answer such a question you shall hear soon enough that you have given me an idea that may eventually lead the clearing up of this mystery if not to your own acquittal from a false charge of murder
and miss dare is under no charge and never will be and mr orcutt wait said mr gryce wait
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upon his bloody finger he doth wear a precious ring titus andronicus make me to see it or at the least so prove it
that the probation bear no hinge nor loop to hang a doubt on othello mr gryce did not believe that emmageen dare had visited mrs clements before the assault or indeed had held any communication with her
therefore when mansell declared that he had never told his aunt of the attachment between himself and this young lady the astute detective at once drew the conclusion that the widow had never told his aunt of the attachment between himself and this young lady
the astute detective at once drew the conclusion that the widow had never known of that attachment and consequently that the words which the prisoner had overheard must have referred not to himself as he supposed but to some other man and if to some other man
why the only one with whom miss stares name was at that time associated in other words to mr orcutt now it was not easy to measure the importance of a conclusion like this
for whilst there would have been nothing peculiar in this solitary woman with a few thousand in the bank boasting of her power to separate her nephew from the lady of his choice
there was everything that was significant in her using the same language in regard to miss dare and mr orcutt nothing but the existence of some unsuspected bond between herself and the great lawyer
could have accounted first for her feeling on the subject of his marriage and secondly for the threat of interference contained in her very emphatic words a bond which while evidently not that of love
was still of a nature to give her control over his destiny and make her in spite of her lonely condition the selfish and determined arbitrator of his fate what was that bond a secret shared between them
the knowledge on her part of some fact in mr orcutt's past life which if revealed might serve as an impediment to his marriage in consideration that the great mystery to be solved
was what motive Mr. Orcutt could have had for killing this woman.
An answer to this question was manifestly of the first importance.
But before proceeding to take any measure to ensure one,
Mr. Grice sat down and seriously asked himself
whether there was any known fact, circumstantial or otherwise,
which refused to fit into the theory
that Mr. Arcott actually committed this crime with his own hand.
and at the time he was seen to cross the street and enter mrs clement's house for whereas the most complete chain of circumstantial evidence does not necessarily prove the suspected party to be guilty of a crime
the least break in it is fatal to his conviction and mr gryce wished to be as fair to the memory of mr orcott as he would have been to the living man
beginning therefore with the earliest incidents of that fatal day he called up first the letter which the widow had commenced but never lived to finish it was a suggestive epistle it was dressed to her most intimate friend
and showed in the few lines written a certain foreboding or apprehension of death remarkable under the circumstances mr gryce recalled one of its expressions
there are so many wrote she to whom my death would be more than welcome so many many is a strong word many means more than one more than two many means three at least
now where were the three hildreth of course was one mansell might very properly be another but who was the third to mr gryce but one name suggested itself in reply
so far then his theory stood firm now what was the next fact known the milkman stopped with his milk that was at half-past eleven he had to wait a few minutes from which it was concluded she was upstairs
when he rapped. Was it at this time she was interrupted in her letter-writing? If so, she probably
did not go back to it, for when Mr. Hildreth called, some fifteen minutes later, she was on the
spot to open the door. Their interview was short. It was also stormy. Medicine was the last
thing she stood in need of. Besides, her mind was evidently preoccupied. Showing him the door,
she goes back to her work, and being death, does not notice that he does not leave the house
as she expected. Consequently, her thoughts go on unhindered, and her condition being one of anger,
she mutters aloud and bitterly to herself as she flits from dining-room to kitchen
in her labor of serving up her dinner. The words she made use of have been overheard,
and here another point appears, for whereas her son,
temper must have been disturbed by the demand which had been made upon her the day before by her
favorite relative and heir. Her expressions of wrath at this moment were not leveled against him,
but against a young lady who said to have been a stranger to her, her language being,
you think you are going to marry him, Imogene Dare, but I tell you, you never shall,
not while I live. Her chief grievance, then, and the one thing uppermost in her thoughts,
Even at a time when she felt that there were many who desired her death
lay in this fact that a young and beautiful woman had manifested as she supposed
a wish to marry Mr. Orcutt.
The word him, which she had used, necessarily referring to the lawyer,
as she knew nothing of Emmerjane's passion for her nephew.
But this is not the only point into which it is necessary to inquire.
For to believe Mr. Orcott guilty of this crime, one must also believe that all the other persons
who had been accused of it were truthful in their explanations which they gave of the events
which had seemingly connected them with it. Now, were they, take the occurrence of that critical
moment when the clock stood at five minutes to twelve. If Mr. Hildreth is to be believed,
he was at that instant in the widow's front hall,
musing on his disappointment and arranging his plans for the future.
The tramp, if those who profess to have watched him are to be believed,
was on the kitchen portico,
Craig Mansell on the dining-room doorstep,
imaging dare, before her telescope in Professor Darling's Observatory.
Mr. Hildreth, with two doors closed between him and the back of the house,
knew nothing of what was said or done there but the tramp heard loud talking and craig mansell the actual voice of the widow raised in words which were calculated to mislead him
into thinking she was engaged in angry altercation with the woman he loved what do all three do then mr hildreth remains where he is the tramp skulks away through the front gate
craik mansell rushes back to the woods and imogene dare she has turned her telescope toward mrs clement's cottage and being on the side of the dining-room door sees the flying form of craik mansell and marks it till it disappears from her sight
Is there anything contradictory in these various statements?
No, everything on the contrary that is reconcilable.
Let us proceed, then.
What happens a few minutes later?
Mr. Hildreth, tired of seclusion and anxious to catch the train,
opens the front door and steps out.
The tramp, skulking around some other back door, does not see him.
Imogene, with her eye on Crakemansell,
now vanishing into the woods does not see him nobody sees him he goes and the widow for a short interval is as much alone as she believed herself to be a minute or two before
when three men stood unseen by each other at each of the three doors of her house what does she do now why she finishes preparing her dinner and then observing that the clock is slow proceeds to set it right
Fatal task.
Before she has had an opportunity to finish it, the front door has opened again.
Mr. Orcutt has come in, and tempted, perhaps, by her defenseless position,
catches up a stick of wood from the fireplace, and, with one blow, strikes her down at his feet,
and rushes forth again with tidings of her death.
Now, is there anything in all this that is contradictory?
No, there is only some thing left out.
In the hold of his description of what went on in the widow's house,
there has been no mention made of the ring.
The ring which it is conceded was either in Craigman's cells
or Imogene Dare's possession, the evening before the murder,
and which was found on the dining-room floor within ten minutes after the assault took place.
If Mrs. Clement's exclamations are to be taken,
as an attempt to describe her murderer, then the ring must have been on the hand,
which was raised against her, and how could that have been, if the hand was that of Mr. Orcutt?
Unimportant, as it seemed, the discovery of this ring on the floor,
taken with the exclamations of the widow, make a break in the chain that is fatal to Mr. Grice's theory.
Yet does it?
The consternation displayed by Mr. Orcutt, when Imogene cloburnation displayed by Mr. Orcutt,
when emmogene claimed the ring and put it on her finger may have had a deeper significance than was thought at the time was there any way in which he could have come into possession of it before she did
and could it have been that he had had it on his hand when he struck the blow mr gryce bent all her energies to inquire first where was the ring when the lovers parted in the woods the day before the murder evidently
in Mr. Mansell's coat pocket.
Imogene had put it there, and Imogene had left it there.
But Mansell did not know it was there,
so it took no pains to look after its safety.
It accordingly slipped out, but when?
Not while he slept, where it would have been found in the hut.
Not while he took the path to his aunt's house,
or it would have been found in the lane, or at best, on the dining-room doorstep.
When then?
mr gryce could think of but one instant and that was when the young man threw his coat from one arm to the other at the corner of the house toward the street
if it rolled out then it would have been under an impetus and as the cloak was flung from the right arm to the left the ring would have flown in that direction of the gate and fallen perhaps directly on the walk in front of the house if it had its presence in the dining-room
seemed to show it had been carried there by Mr. Orcutt, since he was the next person who went
into the house. But did it fall there? Mr. Grice took the only available means to find out.
Sending for Horace spurred, he said to him,
you were on the courthouse steps when Mr. Orcutt left and crossed over to the widow's house?
Yes, sir. Were you watching him? Could you describe his manner?
As he entered the house, how he opened the game.
or whether he stopped to look about him before going in.
No, sir, returned, Bird.
My eyes may have been on him,
but I don't remember anything as special that he did.
Somewhat disappointed, Mr. Grice,
went to the district attorney
and put to him the same question.
The answer he received from him was different.
With the gloomy contraction of his brow, Mr. Ferris said.
Yes, I remember.
His look and his appearance very well.
He stepped briskly, as he always did, and carried his head.
Wait, he suddenly exclaimed, giving the detective a look in which excitement and decision were strangely blended.
You think Mr. Orcutt committed this crime, that he left us standing on the courthouse steps
and crossed the street to Mrs. Clemens' house with the deliberate intention of killing her
and leaving the burden of his guilt to be shouldered by the tramp.
Now, you have called up a memory to me that convinces me this could not have been.
Had he had any such infernal design in his breast, he would not have been likely to have stopped,
as he did to pick up something, which he saw lying on the walk in front of Mrs. Clemens' house.
And did Mr. Orcutt do that, inquired Mr. Grice, with admirable self-control?
Yes, I remember it now distinctly.
It was just as he entered the gate.
A man meditating a murder of this sort
would not be likely to notice a pin
lying in his path,
much less paused to pick it up.
How if it were a diamond ring?
A diamond ring?
Mr. Ferris, said the detective gravely,
you have just supplied a very important link
in the chain of evidence against Mr. Orca.
The question is,
how could the diamond ring,
which Miss Dare, is believed to,
have dropped into Mr. Mansell's coat pocket have been carried into Mrs. Clement's house
without the agency of either herself or Mr. Mansell?
I think you have just shown, and the able detective, in a few brief sentences, explained the
situation to Mr. Ferris, together with the circumstances of Mansell's flight, as gleaned
by him in his conversation with the prisoner.
The district attorney was sincerely dismayed.
the guilt of the renowned lawyer was certainly assuming positive proportions yet true to his friendship for mr orcut he made one final effort to controvert the arguments of the detective and quietly said
you profess to explain how the ring might have been carried into mrs clement's house but how do you account for the widow having used an exclamation which seems to signify it was on the hand which she saw the
all lifted against her life.
By the fact that it was on that hand.
Do you think that probable if the hand was Mr. Orcutts?
Perfectly so, where else would he be likely to put it
in the preoccupied state of mind in which he was?
In his pocket, the tramp might have done that, but not the gentleman.
Mr. Ferris looked at the detective with almost an expression of fear.
And how came it to be on the floor?
if mr orcutt put it on his finger by the most natural process in the world the ring made for miss dare's third finger was too large for mr orcutt's little finger and so slipped off when he dropped the stick of wood from his hand
and he left it lying where it fell he probably did not notice its loss if as i suppose he had picked it up and placed it on his finger mechanically its absence at such a moment would not be observed besides
what clue could he suppose a diamond ring he had never seen before and wish he had on his finger but an instant would offer in a case like this
you reasoned close said the district attorney too close he added as he recalled with painful distinctness the look and attitude of mr orcut at the time the ring was first brought into public notice
and realized that so might a man comport himself who conscious of this ring's association with the crime he had just secretly perpetrated sees it claimed and put on the finger of the woman he loves
mr gryce with his usual intuition seemed to follow the thoughts of the district attorney if our surmises are correct he remarked it was a grim moment for the lawyer when
secure in his immunity from suspicion he saw miss dare come upon the scene with eager inquiries concerning this murder to you who had not the clue it looked as if he feared she was not as innocent as she should be
But if you will recall the situation now, I think you will see that his agitation can only be explained by his apprehension of her intuitions and an alarm, lest her interest sprang from some mysterious doubt of himself.
Mr. Ferris shook his head with a gloomy air, but did not respond.
Miss Dare tells me, the detective resumed, that his first act upon their meeting again at his house was to offer his.
himself to her in marriage. Now you or anyone else would say this was a show he did not
mistrust her, but I say it was to find out if she mistrusted him. Still, Mr. Ferris
remained silent. The same reasoning will apply to what follows, continued Mr. Grice.
You cannot reconcile the thought of his guilt with his taking the case of Mansell and doing
all he could to secure his acquittal. But you will find it easier to do so when I tell you that,
without taking into consideration any spark of sympathy, which he might feel for the man
falsely accused of his crime, he knew from Imogene's lips that she would not survive the condemnation
of her lover, and that, besides this, his only hope of winning her for his wife lay in the gratitude
he might awaken in her if he succeeded in saving his right.
You are making him out a great villain, murmured Mr. Ferris bitterly, and was not that the language of his own countenance as he lay dying, inquired the detective?
Mr. Ferris could not say no. He had himself been too deeply impressed by the sinister look he had observed on the face of his dying friend.
He therefore confined himself to remarking, not without sarcasm, and now for the motive of this hideous crime.
for i suppose your ingenuity has discovered one before this it will be found in his love for miss dare returned the detective but just how i am not prepared to-day to say his love for miss dare
what had this plain and homespun mrs clemens to do with his love for miss dare she was an interference how ah that sir is the question
so then you do not know mr gryce was obliged to shake his head the district attorney drew himself up mr gryce said he the charge which has been made against this eminent man demands the very strongest of proof in order to substantiate it
The motive especially must be shown to have been such as to offer a complete excuse for suspecting him.
No trivial or imaginary reason for his wishing this woman out of the world will answer in his case.
You must prove that her death was absolutely necessary to the success of his dearest hope,
or your reasoning will only awaken distrust in the minds of all who hear it.
the fame of a man like mr orcutt is not to be destroyed by a passing word of delirium or a specious display of circumstantial evidence such as you evolve from the presence of the ring on the scene of the murder
i know it aloud mr gryce and that is why i have asked for a week then you still believe you can find such a motive the smile which mr gryce bestowed upon the favourite object
then honored by his gaze haunted the district attorney for the rest of the week end of chapter forty one section forty eight of hand and ring by anna katherine green
this laborvox recording is in the public domain chapter forty two consultations that he should die is worthy policy but yet we want color for his death
tis beat he be condemned by course of law henry the sixth mr gryce was perfectly aware that the task before him was a difficult one
to be himself convinced that mr orcut had been in possession of a motive sufficient to account for if not excuse this horrible crime was one thing to find out that motive and make it apparent to the world was another but he was not discouraged
summoning his two subordinates he laid the matter before them i am convinced said he that mrs clements was a more important person to mr orcutt than her plain appearance and humble manner of life would suggest
do either of you know whether mr orcutt's name has ever been associated with any private scandal the knowledge of which might have given her power over him
i do not think he was that kind of man said bird since morning i have put myself in the way of such persons as i saw disposed to converse about him and though i have been astonished to find how many there are who say they never quite liked or altogether trusted this famous lawyer
i have heard nothing said in any way derogatory to his private character indeed i believe as far as the ladies were concerned he was particularly reserved though a bachelor he showed no disposition to marry
And until Miss Dare appeared on the scene,
was not known to be even attentive to one of her sex.
Someone, however, I forgot who,
told me that for a short time he was sweet on a certain Miss Pratt,
remarked Hickory.
Pratt, where have I heard that name?
Murmured Bird to himself.
But nothing came of it, Hickory continued.
She was not over and above smart, they say,
and though pretty enough did not hold his fancy.
Some folks declare she was so disappointed she left town.
Pratt, Pratt, repeated Bird to himself.
Ah, I know, he suddenly exclaimed.
While I stood amongst the crowd, the morning Miss Clemens was murdered,
I remember overhearing someone say how hard she was on the Pratt girl.
Hmm, ejaculated Mr. Grice.
The widow was hard on anyone.
Mr. Orcutt chose to admire.
I don't understand it, said Bird.
Nor I rejoined Mr. Grice,
but I intend to, before the week is out,
then abruptly, when did Mrs. Clements come to this town?
Fifteen years ago, replied Bird,
and Orcutt, when did he first put in an appearance here?
At very much the same time, I believe.
Hmm. And did they seem to be friends at that time?
Some say yes, some say no.
Where did he come from, have you learned?
From some place in Nebraska, I believe.
And she?
Why, she came from someplace in Nebraska, too.
The same place?
That we must find out.
Mr. Grice mused for a moment, then he observed.
Mr. Orcutt was renowned in his profession.
Do you know anything about his career,
whether he brought a reputation for his ability with him?
or whether his fame was entirely made in this place.
I think it was made here. Indeed, I have heard, that it was in this court. He pleaded his first case.
Don't you know more about it, Hickory?
Yes, Mr. Ferris told me this morning that Orcutt had not opened a law book when he came to this town,
that he was a country schoolmaster in some uncivilized district out west,
and would never have been anything more, perhaps.
if the son of old Stephen Orcutt had not died, and thus made a vacancy in the law office
here, which he was immediately sent for to Phil.
Stephen Orcutt?
He was the uncle of this man, wasn't he?
Yes, and quite a lawyer, too.
Yes, but nothing like Tremont B.
He was successful from the start, had a natural aptitude, I suppose, must have had
to pick up the profession in the way he did.
Boys, cried Mr. Grice, after another short, rheumatative pause.
The secret we want to know is of long-standing indeed.
I should not be surprised if it were connected with his life out west.
I will tell you why I think so.
For ten years Mrs. Clements has been known to put money in the bank regularly every week.
Now, where did she get that money?
From Mr. Orcutt, of course.
What for?
In payment for the dinner he usually took with her?
No, in payment of her silence concerning the past, he desired, kept secret.
But they have been here fifteen years, and she has only received money for ten.
She has only put money in the bank for ten.
She may have been paid before that, and may not.
I do not suppose he was in a condition to be very lavish at the outset of his career.
You advise us, then, to see what we can make out of our own.
of his early life out west?
Yes, and I will see what I can make out of hers.
The link which connects the two will be found.
Mr. Orcutt did not say,
It was all for you, Emajean, for nothing.
And dismissing the two young men,
Mr. Grice proceeded to the house of Mr. Orcutt,
where he entered upon an examination of such papers and documents
as were open to his inspection,
in the hope of discovering some allusion,
to the deceased lawyer's early history.
But he was not successful.
Neither did a like inspection of the widow's letters
bring any new facts to light.
The only result would seem to follow these efforts
was an increased certainty on his part
that some dangerous secret lurked in a past
that was so determinedly hidden from the world
and resorting to the only expedient now left to him,
he resolved to consult Miss Furman,
as being the only person who professed to have any acquaintance with Mrs. Clemens, before she came to Sibley.
To be sure, she had already been questioned by the coroner, but Mr. Grice was a man who had always found
that the driest well could be made to yield a drop or two more of water if the bucket were dropped by a dexterous hand.
He accordingly prepared himself for a trip to Utica.
End of Chapter 42.
Section 49 of Handed Ring by Anna Catherine Green.
This Libra Vox recording is in the public domain.
Chapter 43, Mrs. Furman.
Hark, she speaks.
I will set down what comes from her.
Heaven knows what she has known.
McBeth.
Miss Furman, I believe, the staid, pleasant-faced lady,
whom we know but who is looking older and considerably more careworn than when we saw her at the coroner's inquest rose from her chair in her cosy sitting-room and surveyed her visitor curiously
i am mr gryce the genial voice went on perhaps the name is not familiar i've never heard it before was the short but not ungracious reply
well then let me explain said he you are a relative of the mrs clements who was so foully murdered in sibby are you not pardon me but i see you are your expression speaks for itself how could he have seen her expression was a mystery to miss firman
For his eyes, if not attention, were seemingly fixed upon some object in quite a different portion of the room.
You must, therefore, he pursued, be in a state of great anxiety to know who her murderer was.
Now, I am in that same state, madam, we are, therefore, in sympathy, you see?
The respectful smile and peculiar intonation with which these last words were uttered
robbed them of their familiarity and allowed miss firman to perceive his true character you are a detective said she and as he did not deny it she went on
you say i must be anxious to know who my cousin's murderer was has craig mansell then been acquitted a verdict has not been given said the other his trial has been adjourned in order to give him an opportunity to choose a new counsel
miss firman motioned her visitor to be seated and at once took a chair herself what do you want with me she asked with characteristic bluntness the detective was silent it was for a moment but in that moment he seemed to read to the bottom of this woman's mind
well said he i will tell you you believe craik mansell to be innocent i do she returned very well so do i let me shake hands with you was her abrupt remark and without a smile she reached forth her hand which she took with equal gravity
this ceremony over he remarked with a cheerful mean we are fortunately not in a court of law so we can talk freely together why do you think mansell innocent i am sure the evidence has not been much in his favor
why do you think him innocent was the brisk retort i have talked with him ah i have talked with miss dare a different ah this time and i was present when mr orcutt breathed his last
The look she gave was like cold water on Mr. Grice's secretly growing hopes.
What has that to do with it, she wonderingly exclaimed?
The detective took another tone.
You did not know Mr. Orcutt then, he inquired.
I had not that honor, was the formal reply.
You have never then visited your cousin and sibling?
Yes, I was there once, but that did not give me an acquaintance with Mr. Orcutt.
yet he went almost every day to her house and he came while i was there but that did not give me an acquaintance with him he was reserved then in his manners uncommunicative possibly morose
he was just what i would expect such a gentleman to be at the table with women like my cousin and myself not morose then only reserved exactly the short quick bow of the amiable spinster seen
seemed to assert.
Mr. Grice drew a deep breath.
This well seemed to be destitute of even a drop of moisture.
Why do you ask me about Mr. Orcutt?
Has his death in any way affected young mansell's prospects?
That is what I want to find out, declared Mr. Grice.
Then, without giving her time for another question, said,
Where did Mrs. Clements first make the acquaintance of Mr. Orcutt?
Wasn't it in some town out west?
out west not to my knowledge sir i have always supposed she saw him first in sibli this well was certainly very dry
yet you are not positive that this is so are you pursued the patient detective she came from the brassica and so did he now why may they not have known each other out there i did not know he came from the braska she has never talked about him then never
mr gryce drew another deep breath and let down his bucket again i thought your cousin spent her childhood in toledo she did sir how came she go to nebraska then
well she was left an orphan and had to look out for herself the situation in some way opened to her in nebraska and she went there to take it the situation at what a waitress in some hotel
and was she still a waitress when she married yes i think so but i am not sure about it or anything else in connection with her at that time the subject was so painful we never discussed it why painful she lost her husband so soon
but you can tell me the name of the town in which this hotel was can you not it was called swanson then but that was fifteen years ago its name may have been changed since
swanson this was something to learn but not much mr gryce returned to his first question you have not told me said he why you believe craig mansell to be innocent
well replied she i believe craik mansell to be innocent because he is the son of his mother i think i know him pretty well but i am certain i knew her she was a woman who would go through fire and water to attain a purpose she thought right
but who would stop in the midst of any project the moment she felt the least doubt of its being just or wise crake has his mother's forehead and eyes and no one will ever make me believe he has not her principles also
i coincide with you madam remarked the attentive detective i hope the jury will was her energetic response he bowed and was about to attempt another question when an interruption occurred
miss firman was called from the room and mr gryce found himself left for a few moments alone his thoughts as he awaited her return were far from cheerful
for he saw a long and tedious line of inquiry opening before him in the west which if it did not end in failure promised to exhaust not only a week but possibly many months before certainty of any kind could be obtained
with misdair on the verge of a fever and mansell in a position calling for the utmost nerve and self-control this prospect looked anything but attractive to the benevolent detective
and carried away by his impatience he was about to give utterance to an angry ejaculation against the man he believed to be the author of all this mischief when he suddenly heard a voice raised from some unknown quarter near by
saying in strange tones he was positive did not proceed from miss firman was it clements or was it orcote clements or orcut i cannot remember
naturally excited and aroused mr gryce rose and looked about him a door stood ajar at his back hastening toward it he was about to lay his hand on the knob when miss firman returned
oh i beg you she entreated that is my mother's room and she is not at all well i was going to her assistance asserted the detective with grave composure she has just uttered a cry
oh you don't say so exclaimed the unsuspicious spinster and hurrying forward she threw open the door herself mr gryce benevolently followed why she is asleep protested miss firman turning on the detective with a suspicious look
mr gryce with a glance toward the bed he saw before him bowed with seeming perplexity she certainly appears to be said he and yet i am positive she spoke but an instant
ago. I can even tell you the words she used.
What were they, asked the Spinster, with something like a look of concern.
She said, was it Clements or was it Orcut?
Clements or Orca. I cannot remember.
You don't say so. Poor Ma, she was dreaming.
Come into the other room, and I will explain.
And leading the way back to the apartment they had left,
she motioned him again toward a chair and then said,
Ma has always been a very hale and active woman for her years,
but this murder seems to have shaken her.
To speak the truth, sir, she has not been quite right in her mind
since the day I told her of it,
and I often detect her murmuring words similar to those you have just heard.
Oh, and does she often use his name?
Whose name?
Mr. Orkuts?
Why, yes, but not with any understanding of whom she is.
is speaking. Are you sure, inquired Mr. Grice, with that peculiar impressiveness he used on great
occasions. What do you mean? I mean, returned the detective dryly, that I believe your mother does
know what she was talking about when she links the name of Mr. Orcutt with that of your cousin who was
murdered. They belonged together. Mr. Orcutt was her murderer. Mr. Orcutt? Hush, cried Mr. Grice,
you'll wake up your mother.
And adapting himself to this emergency as to all others,
he talked with the astounded and incredulous woman before him
till she was in a condition,
not only to listen to his explanations,
but to discuss the problem of a crime so seemingly without motive.
He then said with easy assurance,
Your mother does not know that Mr. Orcott is dead?
No, sir.
She does not even know he was,
was counsel for Craig Mansell and the trial now going on.
How do you know that, inquired Miss Furman Grimley?
Because I do not believe you have even told her that Craig Mansell was on trial.
Sir, you are a magician.
Have you, madam?
No, sir, I have not.
Very good.
What does she know about Mr. Orcott then?
And why should she connect his name with Mrs. Clements?
She knows he was her boarder.
and that he was the first to discover she had been murdered that is not enough to account for her frequent repetition of his name you think not i am sure not can not your mother have some memories connected with his name of which you are ignorant
no sir we have lived together in this house for twenty-five years and have never had a thought we have not shared together ma could not have known anything about him or marianne
which I did not.
The words she has just spoken sprang from mental confusion.
She is almost like a child sometimes.
Mr. Grice smiled.
If the cream jug, he happened to be gazing at on a tray nearby,
had been full of cream, I am far from certain it would not have turned sour on the spot.
I grant the mental confusion, said he,
but why should she confuse those two names and preference to all others?
and with quiet persistence he remarked again she may be recalling some old fact of years ago was there never a time even when you lived together when she could have received some confidence from mrs clemens
marianne mary ann came in quarreless accents from the other room i wish you had not told me emily would be a better one to know your secret
it was a startling interruption that come just at that moment the two surprised listeners glanced toward each other and miss firman colored that sounds as if your surmise were true she drily observed
let us make an experiment said he and motioned her to re-enter her mother's room which she did with a precipitation that showed her composure had been sorely shaken by these unexpected occur
He followed her without ceremony.
The old lady lay as before in a condition between sleeping and waking, and did not move as they came in.
Mr. Grice at once withdrew out of sight, and, with a finger on his lips, put himself in an attitude of waiting.
Miss Furman, surprised, and possibly curious, took her stand at the foot of the bed.
A few minutes passed thus, during which a search of her.
strange weariness seemed to settle upon the room. Then the old lady spoke again, this time,
repeating the words he had first heard, but in a tone which betrayed an increased perplexity.
Was it Clements, or was it Orcutt, I wish someone would tell me. Instantly Mr. Grice,
with a soft tread, drew near to the old lady's side, and leaning over her, murmured gently.
I think it was Orcutt.
Instantly, the old lady breathed the deep sigh and moved.
Then her name was Mrs. Orcott, said she,
and I thought you always called her Clements.
Miss Furman, recoiling,
stared at Mr. Grice on whose cheek
a faint spot of red had appeared,
a most unusual token of emotion with him.
Did she say it was Mrs. Orcutt, he pursued?
In the even tones he had before,
four-us. She said, but here the old lady opened her eyes, and seeing her daughter standing at the
foot of her bed, turned away with a peevish air, and restlessly pushed her hand under the pillow.
Mr. Grice at once bent nearer. She said, he suggested, with careful gentleness, but the old lady
made no answer. Her hand seemed to have touched some object for which she was seeking.
and she was evidently oblivious to all else.
Miss Furman came round and touched Mr. Grice on the shoulder.
It is useless, said she.
She is awake now, and you won't hear anything more.
Come.
And she drew the reluctant detective back again into the other room.
What does it all mean, she asked, sinking into a chair?
Mr. Grice did not answer.
He had a question of his own to put,
Why did your mother put her hand under her pillow, he asked?
I don't know, unless it was to see if her big envelope was there.
Her big envelope?
Yes, for weeks now.
Ever since she took to her bed, she has kept the paper in a big envelope under her pillow.
What is in it?
I do not know, for she never seems to hear me when I inquire.
And have you no curiosity to find out?
No, sir, why should I?
It might easily be my fault.
father's old letters sealed up, or for that matter, be nothing more than a piece of blank paper.
My mother is not herself, as I said before.
I should like a peep at the contents of that envelope, he declared.
You?
Is there any name written on the outside?
No.
It would not be violating anyone's rights, then, if you opened it.
Only my mother's, sir.
You say she is not in her right mind.
all the more reason why I should respect her whims and caprices.
Wouldn't you open it if she were dead?
Yes.
Will it be very different then, from what it is now?
The father's letter, a blank piece of paper,
what harm would there be in looking at them?
My mother would know it if I took them away.
It might excite and injure her.
Put another envelope in the place of this one,
with a piece of paper folded up in it.
It would be a trick.
I know it, but if Crank Mansell can be saved even by a trick,
I should think you would be willing to venture on one.
Craig Mansell, what has he got to do with the papers under my mother's pillow?
I cannot say that he has anything to do with them,
but if he has, if, for instance, that envelope should contain not a piece of blank paper,
or even the letters of your father but such a document say as a certificate of marriage a certificate of marriage yes between mrs clements and mr orcutt
it would not take much perspicacity to prophesies an acquittal for craik mansell marianne the wife of mr orcutt oh that is impossible exclaimed the agitated spinster
but even while making this determined statement she turned a look full of curiosity and excitement toward the door which separated them from her mother's apartment
mr gryce smiled in his wise way less improbable things than that have been found to be true in this topsy-turvy world said he mrs clements might very well have been mrs orcutt
do you really think so she asked and yielding with sudden impetuosity to the curiosity of the moment she at once dashed from his side and disappeared into her mother's room mr gryce's smile took on an aspect of triumph
it was some few moments before she returned but when she did her countenance was flushed with emotion i have it she murmured taking out a packet from under her apron and tearing it open with trembling fingers
a number of closely written sheets fell out end of chapter forty three section fifty of hand and ring by anna catherine green
this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter forty four the widow clements discovered the secret that so long had hovered upon the misty verge of truth longfellow
well and what have you to say it was mr ferris who spoke the week which mr gryce had demanded for his inquiries had fully elapsed and the three detectives stood before him
ready with their report.
It was Mr. Grice who replied,
Sir, said he, our opinions have not been changed
by the discoveries which we have made.
It was Mr. Orcutt who killed Mrs. Clemens,
and for the reason already stated
that she stood in the way of his marrying, Miss Dare.
Mrs. Clements was his wife.
His wife?
Yes, sir, and what is more?
She has been for years.
before either of them came to sibli in fact the district attorney looked stunned it was while they lived west said bird he was a poor schoolmaster and she a waitress in some hotel she was pretty then
and he thought he loved her at all events he induced her to marry him and then kept it secret because he was afraid she would lose her place at the hotel where she was getting very good wages you see he had the makings in him of a villain even then
and was it a real marriage there is a record of it said hickory and did he never acknowledge it not openly said bird the commonness of the woman seemed to revolt him after he was married to her
anne went in a month or so he received the summons east which opened up before him the career of a lawyer he determined to drop her and start afresh he accordingly left town without notifying her
and actually succeeded in reaching the railway depot twenty miles away before he was stopped but here a delay occurring in the departure of the train she was enabled to overtake him and a stormy scene ensued
what its exact nature was we of course cannot say but from the results it is evident that he told her his prospects had changed and with them his tastes and requirements
that she was not the woman he thought her and that he could not and would not take her east with him as his wife while she on her side displayed full as much spirit as he and replied that if he could desert her like this he wasn't the kind of man she could live with
and that he could go if he wished only that he must acknowledge her claims upon him by giving her a yearly stipend according to his income and success
at all events some such compromise was effected for he came east and she went back to swanson she did not stay there long however for the next we know she was in sibli where she set up her own little housekeeping arrangements under his own little housekeeping arrangements under his
very eye. More than that, she prevailed upon him to visit her daily, and even to take a meal
at her house. Her sense of justice seeming to be satisfied if he showed her this little attention
and gave to no other woman the place he denied her. It was the weakness shown in this last
requirement that doubtless led to her death. She would stand anything but a rival. He knew
this and preferred crime to the loss of the woman he loved.
You speak very knowingly, said Mr. Ferris.
May I ask, where you received your information?
It was Mr. Grice who answered.
From letters, Mrs. Clements was one of those women who delight in putting their feelings
on paper.
Fortunately for us, such women are not rare.
See here?
and he pulled out before the district attorney a pile of old letters in the widow's well-known handwriting.
Where did you find these? asked Mr. Ferris.
Well, said Mr. Grice, I found them in a rather curious place.
They were in the keeping of old Mrs. Furman, Miss Furman's mother.
Mrs. Clemens, or rather Mrs. Orcott, got frightened some two years ago at the disappearance of her marriage certificate
from the place where she had always kept it hidden.
And thinking that Mr. Orcutt was planning to throw her off,
she resolved to provide herself with a confidant,
capable of standing by her in case she wished to assert her rights.
She chose old Mrs. Furman.
Why?
When her daughter would have been so much more suitable for the purpose,
it is hard to tell.
Possibly, the widow's pride,
revolted from telling a woman of her own years the indignities she had suffered.
However that may be, it was to the old lady she told her story,
and gave these letters, letters which, as you will see,
are not written to any special person,
but are rather the separate leaves of a journal which she kept
to show the state of her feelings from time to time.
And this inquired Mr. Ferris,
taking up a sheet of paper written in a different handwriting from the rest.
This is an attempt on the part of the old lady
to put on paper the story which had been told her.
She evidently thought herself too old
to be entrusted with the secret so important,
and feeling loss of memory or perhaps sudden death
took this means of explaining how she came into possession of her cousin's letters.
"'Twas a wise precaution.
Without it we would have missed a clue to the widow's journal,
for the old lady's brain gave way
when she heard of the widow's death,
and had it not been for a special stroke of good luck on my part,
we might have remained some time longer in ignorance
of what very valuable papers she secretly held in her possession.
I will read the letters, said Mr. Ferris,
seeing from his look that he only waited,
it their departure to do so, Mr. Grice and his subordinates arose.
I think you will find them satisfactory, drawled Hickory.
If you do not, said Mr. Grice, then give a look at this telegram.
It is from Swanson and notifies us that a record of a marriage between Benjamin Orkut.
Mr. Orcutt's middle name was Benjamin, and Mary Mansell, can be found in the Old Town books.
Mr. Ferris took the telegram, the shade of sorrow settling heavier and heavier on his brow.
I see, said he, I have got to accept your conclusions.
Well, there are those among the living who will be greatly relieved by these discoveries.
I will try and think of that.
Yet after the detectives were gone, he sat down in solitude before these evidences of his friend's perfidity.
and it was many long and dreary moments before he could summon up the courage to peruse them.
But when he did, he found in them all that Mr. Grice had promised.
As my readers may feel some interest to know how the seeming widow bore the daily trial of her life,
I will give a few extracts from these letters.
The first bears date of fourteen years back, and was written after she came to Sibley.
November 8, 1867.
In the same town, within a stone's throw of the courthouse, where they tell me,
his business will soon take him almost every day.
Isn't it a triumph?
And am I not to be congratulated upon my bravery in coming here?
He hasn't seen me yet, but I have seen him.
I crept out of the house at nightfall on purpose.
He was sauntering down the street, and he looked.
It makes my blood boil to think of it.
He looked happy.
November 10, 1867.
Clemens, Clemens, that is my name,
and I have taken the title of widow.
What a fate for a woman with a husband in the next street.
He saw me today.
I met him in the open square,
and I looked him right in the face.
How he did quail.
It does me good to think of it.
perkin haughty as he is he grew as white as a sheet when he saw me and though he tried to put on airs and carry it off with a high hand he failed just as i knew he would when he came to meet me on even ground
oh i'll have my way now if i choose to stay in this place where i can keep my eye on him he won't dare say no the only thing i fear is that he will do me some secret mischief some day
his look was just murderous when he left me february twenty fourth eighteen sixty eight can i stand it i ask myself that question every morning when i get up can i stand it
to sit all alone in my little narrow room and know that he is going about as gay as you please with people who wouldn't look at me twice
it's awful hard but it would be worse still to be where i couldn't see what he was up to then i should imagine all sorts of things no i will just grit my teeth and bear it i'll get used to it after a while
October 7, 1868.
If he says he never loved me, he lies.
He did.
Or why did he marry me?
I never asked him to.
He teased me into it,
saying my saucy ways had bewitched him.
A month after, it was common ways,
rude ways, such ways as he wouldn't have in a wife.
That's the kind of man he is.
May 11, 1869.
One thing I will say of him, he don't pay no heed to women.
He's too busy, I guess.
He doesn't seem to think of anything, but to get along.
And he does get along remarkable.
I'm awful proud of him.
He's taken to defending criminals lately.
They almost all get off.
October 5, 1870.
He pays me but a pittance.
How can I look like anything?
Or hold my head up with the ladies here?
if I cannot get enough together to buy me a new fall hat.
I will not go to church, looking like a farmer's wife.
If I haven't any education or any manners,
I'm as good as anybody here if they but knew it,
and deserve to dress as well.
He must give me more money.
November 2, 1870.
No, he shan't give me a cent more.
If I can't go to church, I will stay at home.
He shan't say I stood in his way of becoming a great man.
He is too good for me.
I saw it today when he got up in the court to speak.
I was there with a thick veil over my face, for I was determined to know whether he was as smart as folks say or not.
And he just is.
Oh, how beautiful he did look, and how everybody held their breaths while he was speaking.
I felt like jumping up and saying,
This is my husband.
We were married three years ago.
Wouldn't I have raised a rumpus if I had?
I guess the poor man was pleading,
for he would not have been remembered very long after that.
My husband.
The thought makes me laugh.
No other woman can call him that anyhow.
He's mine, mine, mine.
And I mean he shall stay so.
January 9, 1871.
I feel awful blue tonight.
I have been thinking about those Hildreth's.
How they would like to have me dead.
And so would Tremont, though he don't say nothing,
I like to call him Tremont.
It makes me feel as if he belonged to me.
What if that wicked Governor Hildreth
should know I lived so much alone?
I don't believe he would stop at killing me,
And my husband?
He is equal to telling him I have no protector.
Oh, what a dreadful wickedness.
It is in me to put that down on paper.
It isn't so, it isn't so.
My husband wouldn't do me any harm if he could.
If ever I'm found dead in my bed,
it will be the work of that Toledo man and of nobody else.
March 2, 1872.
I hope I'm going to have some comfort.
now. Tremont has begun to pay me more money. He had to. He isn't a poor man anymore,
and when he moves into his big house, I am going to move into a certain little cottage I have found
just around the corner. If I can't have no other pleasures, I will at least have a kitchen,
I can call my own, and a parlor too. What if there don't-no company come to it?
they would if they knew i've just heard from adelae she says craik is getting to be a big boy and is so smart june tenth eighteen seventy two
what's the use of having a home i declare i feel just like breaking down and crying i don't want company if women folks they're always talking about their husbands and children and if men they're always saying my wife this and my wife this and my husband's children and if men they're always saying my wife this and my wife's
wife's that. But I do want him. It's my right. What if I couldn't say the three words to him
that was agreeable? I could look at him and think. This splendid gentleman is my husband.
I ain't so much alone in the world as folks think. I'll put on my bonnet and run down the street.
Perhaps I'll see him sitting in the clubhouse window.
Evening. I hate him. He has a hard, cruel, wicked heart. When I got to the clubhouse
window, he was sitting there. So I just went walking by, and he saw me and came out,
and hustled me away with terrible words, saying he wouldn't have me hanging around where he
was, that I had promised not to bother him, and that I must keep my word, or he would see me.
He didn't say where, but it's easy enough to guess. So, so, he thinks he'll put an end to
my coming to see him, does he?
Well, perhaps he can, but if he does, he shall pay for it by coming to see me.
I'll not sit day in and day out alone, without the glimpse of a face I love.
Not while I have a husband in the same town with me.
He shall come, if it is only for a moment each day, or I'll dare everything and tell the world I am his wife.
June 16, 1872.
He had to consent.
Meek as I have been, he knows it won't do to rouse me too much.
So today he came into dinner, and he had to acknowledge it was a good one.
Oh, how I did feel when I saw his face on the other side of the table.
I didn't know whether I hated him or loved him, but I am sure now I hated him,
for he scarcely spoke to me all the time he was eating, and when he was through,
he went away, just as a stranger would have done.
He means to act like a border, and goodness me, he's welcome to it
if he isn't going to act like a husband.
The hard, selfish.
Oh, oh, I love him.
August 5, 1872.
It is no use.
I'll never be a happy woman.
Tremont has been in so regularly to dinner lately,
and shown me such a kind face, I thought I would vent.
venture upon a little familiarity. It was only to lay my hand upon his arm, but it made
him very angry, and I thought he would strike me. Am I then actually hateful to him? Or is he
so proud he cannot bear the thought of my having the right to touch him? I looked in the glass
when he went out. I am plain and homespun, that's a fact. Even my red cheeks are gone,
and the dimples which once took his fancy. I shall never live.
the tip of my finger on him again.
February 13, 1873.
What shall I cook for him today?
Something that he likes.
It is my only pleasure to see how he does enjoy my meals.
I should think they would choke him.
They do me sometimes.
But men are made of iron, ambitious men anyhow.
Little they care what suffering they cause.
So long as they have a good time,
and get all the praise as they want.
He gets them more and more every day.
He will soon be as far above me
as if I had married the president himself.
Oh, sometimes, when I think of it,
and remember he is my own husband,
I just feel if some awful fate
was preparing for him or me.
June 7, 1873.
Would he send for me if he was dying?
No, he hates me, he hates me.
september eighth eighteen seventy four craig was here to-day he is just going north to earn a few dollars in the logging business what a keen eye he has for a boy of his years
i shouldn't wonder if he made a powerful smart man some day if he's only good too and kind to his women folks i shan't mind but a smart man who's all for himself is an awful trial to the
those who love him. Don't I know? Haven't I suffered? Craig must never be like him.
December 21st, 1875. $1,000. That's a nice little son to have put away in the bank.
So much I get out of my husband's fame. Anyhow, I think I will make my will, for I want Craig
to have what I leave. He's a fine lad.
February 19, 1876. I was thinking the other day, suppose I did die suddenly, it would be dreadful to have the name of Clements put on my tombstone. But it would be, Trimont, would never let the truth be known, if he had to rifle my dead body for my marriage certificate. What shall I do, then? Tell anybody who I am, it seems just as if I couldn't.
Either the whole world must know it, or just himself and me alone.
Oh, I wish I had never been born.
June 17, 1876.
Why wasn't I made handsome and fine and nice?
Think where I would be if I was.
I'd be in that big house of his.
Curtine, to all the grand folks, as go there.
I went to see it last night.
It was dark as pitch in the streets,
and I went into the gate.
and all around the house.
I walked upon the piazza, too,
and rubbed my hand along the window ledges
and up and down the doors.
It's mighty nice, all of it,
and there shan't lie a square inch
on that whole ground
that my foot shan't go over.
I wish I could get inside the house once.
July 1, 1876.
I have done it.
I went to see Mr. Orcutt's sister.
I had a right.
Isn't he away, and isn't he my border?
And didn't I want to know when he was coming home?
She's a good soft-natured piece,
and let me peek into the library without saying a word.
What a room it is.
I just felt like I'd been struck
when I saw it and spied his chair sitting there
and all those books heap round,
and the fine things on the mantel shelf
and the pictures on the walls.
What would I do in such a place as that?
I could keep it clean, but so could any gal he might hire.
Oh, me, oh me, I wish he'd give me a chance.
Perhaps if he loved me, I might have learned to be quiet and nice,
like that silly sister of his.
January 12, 1877,
Some women would take a heap of delight
in having folks know they were the wife of a great man.
but I find lots of pleasure in being so without folks knowing it.
If I lived in his big house and was called Mrs. Orcutt,
why he wouldn't have nothing to be afraid of and might do as he pleased.
But now he has to do what I please.
Sometimes, when I sit down of an evening in my little sitting-room to so,
I think how this famous man, whom everybody is afraid of,
has to come and go just as humble me.
wants him to. And it makes me hug myself with pride. It's as if I had a string tied round his little
finger, which I can pull now and then. I don't pull it much, but I do sometimes.
March 30, 1877. Governor Hildreth is dead. I shall never be his victim at any rate. Shall I ever
be the victim of anybody? I don't feel as if I cared now. For one kiss,
i would sell my life and die happy there is young guvanor but it will be years before he will be old enough to make me afraid of him november sixteenth eighteen seventy eight
i should think that tremont would be lonely in that big house of his if he had a heart he would they say he reads all the time how can folks pour so over books i can't i'd rather sit in my chair and think
what story in all the books is equal to mine april twenty third eighteen seventy nine i am growing very settled in my ways now that tremont comes in almost every day i'm satisfied not to see any other company
my house affairs keep me busy too i like to have it all nice for him i believe i could almost be happy if he'd only smile once in a while when he meets my eye but he never does oh well
we all have our crosses and he's a very great man january eighteenth eighteen eighty he went to a ball last night what does it mean he never seemed to care for things like that
is there any girl he's after february sixth eighteen eighty oh he has been riding with a lady has he it was in the next town and he thought i wouldn't hear but there's little he does that i don't know about let him make himself sure of that
i even know her name it is selina pratt if he goes with her again look out for a disturbance i'll not stand his making love to another woman
may twenty sixth eighteen eighty my marriage certificate is missing can it be that fremont has taken it i have looked all through the desk where i have kept it for so many years but i cannot find it he was left alone in the house for a few minutes the other day-but i have looked all through the desk where i have kept it for so many years but i cannot find it he was left alone in the house for a few minutes the other
day, could he have taken the chance to rob me of the only proof I have that we are man and wife?
If he has, he is a villain at heart, and is capable of doing anything, even of marrying
this Pratt girl, who he has taken writing again.
The worst is that I dare not accuse him of having my certificate, for if he didn't take it
and should find out it is gone, he'd throw me off just as quick as if he had.
What shall I do, then? Something. He shall never marry another woman while I live.
May 30, 1880. The Pratt girl is gone. If he cared for her, it was only for a week,
like an old love I could mention. I think I feel safe again, only I am convinced
someone ought to know my secret besides myself. Shall it be Emily? No, I'd rather tell her
mother.
June 9, 1880.
I am going to Utica.
I shall take these letters with me.
Perhaps I shall leave them.
For the last time, then, let me say,
I am the lawful wife of Tremot Benjamin Orcott,
the lawyer who lives in Sibley, New York.
We were married in Swanson, Nevada,
on the 3rd of July, 1867,
by a traveling minister named George Sinclair.
marianne orcut sibley new york end of chapter forty four section fifty one of hand and ring by anna catherine green this lebravox recording is in the public domain
chapter forty five mr gryce says good-bye there are still many rainbows in your sky byron helen yes emmageen
What noise is that?
The people seem to be shouting down the street.
What does it mean?
Helen Richmond, who we better know as Helen Darling,
looked at the worn fever-flushed countenance of her friend,
and for a moment was silent.
Then she whispered,
I've not dared to tell you before you seem so ill,
but I can tell you now,
because joyous news never hurts.
The people shout,
because the long and tedious trial of an innocent man has come to an end craigmansell was acquitted from the charge of murder this morning acquitted oh helen
yes dear since you have been ill very strange and solemn revelations have come to light mr orcut ah cried imogene rising up in the great arm-chair in which she was half sitting and half reclining
i know what you are going to say i was with mr orcutt when he died i heard him myself declare that fate had spoken in his death i believe mr orcutt to have been the murderer of mrs clements ellen
yes there can be no doubt about that was the reply it has been proven then yes moved to the depths of her being emmogene covered her face with her hands presently she murmured
i do not understand it why should such a great man as he have desired the death of a woman like her he said it was all for my sake what did he mean helen
don't you know questioned the other anxiously how should i it is the mystery of mysteries to me ah then you did not suspect that she was his wife his wife emmaging rose in horror
yes repeated the little bride with decision she was his lawfully wedded wife they were married as long ago as when we were little children married and he dared to approach me with words of love
dared to offer himself to me as a husband while his hands were still wet with the life-blood of his wife oh the horror of it the amazing wickedness and presumption of it
he is dead whispered the gentle little lady at her side with a sigh of suppressed feeling emmogen sank back i must not think of him she cried i am not strong enough i must think only of craik he has been acquitted you say acquitted
yes and the whole town is rejoicing a smile exquisite as it was rare swept like a sunbeam over imma jane's lips
and i rejoiced with the rest she cried then as if she felt all speech to be a mockery she remained for a long time silent gazing with ever-deepening expression into the space before her
till helen did not know whether the awe she felt creeping over her sprang from admiration of her companion's suddenly awakened beauty or from a recognition of the depths of that companion's emotions
At last, Amagene spoke.
How came Mr. Mansell to be acquitted?
Mr. Grice did not tell me to look for any such reinstatement as that.
The most he bade me expect was that Mr. Ferris would decline to prosecute Mr. Manzell any further,
in which event he would be discharged.
I know, said Helen, but Mr. Mansell was not satisfied with that.
he demanded a verdict from the jury so mr ferris with great generosity asked the judge to recommend the jury to bring in a verdict of acquittal
and when the judge hesitated to do this the foreman of the jury himself rose and intimated that he thought the jury were ready with their verdict the judge took advantage of this and the result was a triumphant acquittal oh helen helen
that was just an hour ago cried the little lady brightly but the people are not through shouting yet there has been a great excitement in town these last few days
and i knew nothing of it exclaimed imogene suddenly she looked at helen how did you hear about what took place in the court-room to-day she asked mr bird told me ah mr bird he came to leave a good-bye for you he goes home this afternoon
I should like to have seen Mr. Bird, said Amaging.
Would you, queried the little lady, quietly shaking her head?
I don't know.
I think it just as well you did not see him, said she.
But she made no such demure when a little later Mr. Grice was announced.
The fatherly old gentleman had evidently been in that house before,
and Mrs. Richmond was not the woman to withstand a man,
like him. He came immediately into the room where Emajean was sitting. Evidently, he thought as Helen did,
that good news never hurts. Well, he cried, taking her trembling hand in his, with his most expressive
smile, what did I tell you? Didn't I say that if you would only trust me, all would come
out right? And it has, don't you see, right as a trivet? Yes, she returned.
and I can never find words with which to express my gratitude.
You have saved two lives, Mr. Grice, his and mine.
Pooh, pooh, cried the detective good-humoredly.
You mustn't think too much of anything I have done.
It was the falling limb that did the business.
If Mr. Orcutt's conscience had not been awakened by the stroke of death,
I don't know where we should have been today.
Affairs were beginning to look pretty dark for men.
Mansell."
Imogene shuddered.
But I haven't come here to call up unpleasant memories, he continued.
I have come to wish you joy and a happy convalescence.
And, leaning toward her, he said, with a complete change of voice, you know, I suppose, why
Mr. Mansell presumed to think you guilty of this crime.
No, she murmured wearily, unless it was because the ring he believed me to have retained,
was found on the scene of the murder bah cried mr gryce he had a much better reason than that and with the air of one who wishes to clear up all misunderstandings
he told her the words which her lover had overheard mrs clemen say when he came up to her dining-room door the effect on imaging was very great hoping to hide it she turned away her face showing in this struggle with herself something of her own
the strength of her old days. Mr. Grice watched her with interest.
It is very strange, was her first remark. I had such reasons for thinking him guilty,
and he had good cause for thinking me so. What wonder we doubted each other, and yet I can
never forgive myself for doubting him. I can sooner forgive him for doubting me. If you see him,
If I see him, interrupted the detective with a smile.
Yes, said she, if you see him, tell him that Emmigine Dare thanks him
for his noble conduct toward one he believed to be stained by so despicable a crime,
and assure him that I think he was much more justified in his suspicions than I was in mine,
for there were weaknesses in my character which he had ample opportunities for
observing, while all I knew of him was to his credit.
Miss Daira suggested the detective, couldn't you tell him this much better yourself?
I shall not have the opportunity, she said.
And why, he inquired?
Mr. Mansell and I have met for the last time.
A woman who has stained herself by such declarations, as I made use of in court,
the last time I was called to the stand, has created a bare,
barrier between herself and all earthly friendship.
Even he, for whom I perjured myself so basely,
cannot overleap the gulf I dug between us two that day.
But that is hard, said Mr. Grice.
My life is hard, she answered.
The wise old man, who had seen so much of life,
who knew the human heart so well, smiled, but did not reply.
He turned instead to another subject.
well he declared the great case is over sibley satisfied with having made its mark in the world will now rest in peace i quit the place with some reluctance myself tis a mighty pretty spot to do business in
you are going she asked immediately was the reply we detectives don't have much time to rest then as he saw how deep a shadow lay upon her brow added confidentially
miss dare we all have occasions for great regret look at me now honest as i hold myself to be i cannot blind myself to the fact that i am the possible instigator of this cry
If I had not shown, Mr. Orcutt, how a man like himself might perpetrate a murder without rousing suspicion,
he might never have summoned up the courage to attempt it.
For a detective, with a conscience, that is a hard thought to bear.
But you were ignorant of what you were doing, she protested.
You had no idea.
There was anyone present who was meditating crime.
True, but a detective shouldn't be ignorant.
He ought to know men. He has opportunity enough to learn them. But I won't be caught again.
Never in any company, not if it is composed of the highest dignitaries in the land,
will I ever tell again how a crime of any kind can be perpetrated without risk.
One always runs the chance of encountering an orcut.
Emmigine turned pale. Do not speak of him, she cried.
I want to forget that such a man ever live.
Mr. Grice smiled again.
It is the best thing you can do, said he.
Begin a new life, my child.
Begin a new life.
And with this fatherly advice, he said goodbye,
and she saw his wise, kind face no more.
The hour that followed was a dreary one for Imogene.
Her joy at knowing Craig Mansell was released,
could not blind her to the realization,
of her own ruined life. Indeed, she seemed to feel it now as never before, and as the slow
minutes passed, she saw in fancy the strong figure of man's cell, surrounded by congratulating
admirers and friends, till the full loneliness of her position swept over her, and she knew
not whether to be thankful or not to the fever for having spared her blighted and dishonored life.
mrs richmond seeing her so absorbed made no attempt at consolation she only listened and when a step was heard arose and went out leaving the door open behind her
and emmogen mused on sinking deeper and deeper into melancholy till the tears which for so long a time had been dried at their source welled up to her eyes and fell slowly down to her tears which for so long a time had been dried at their source welled up to her eyes and fell slowly down
her cheeks. Their touch seemed to rouse her. Standing erect, she looked quickly around,
as if to see if anybody was observing her. But the room seems quite empty, and she is about
to sink back again with a sigh when her eyes fall on the doorway, and she becomes transfixed.
A sturdy form is standing there, a manly, eager form, in whose beaming eyes and tender smile
shine a love and a purpose which opened out before her quite a different future from that which her fancy had been so ruthlessly picturing end of chapter forty-five end of hand and ring by anna catherine green
