Swirling Waters Part 18
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With overwhelming conviction Riviere saw the inevitable solution. She had been blinded while trying to save him. The debt, the overwhelming debt, lay on him. He must provide for her, guard over her.
If she would accept such help....
In the cold grey of a mist-shrouded morning he woke with a new insistent thought hammering into his brain. For the first time since he had taken up the personality of John Riviere, doubt surged upon him in wave after wave of icy, sullen surf. Had he had the right to cut loose from the life of Clifford Matheson? Had one alone of a married couple the right to decide on such a separation? Had he violated some unwritten law of Fate, and was this the hand of Fate punis.h.i.+ng him through the woman he cared for more deeply than he had yet confessed to himself?
He knew now that from the first moment of their meeting by the arena of Arles she had opened within him--against his volition--a whole realm of inner feelings which up till then had lain dormant. He had wanted no woman in this new life of his, and both at Arles and at Nimes he had tried to shut and bolt the gate of the secret realm. Sincerely he had wanted to give his whole thoughts and energies to his future work, but here was something which persisted in his inner consciousness against his will. It was like curtaining the windows and shutting one's eyes against a storm--in spite of barriers the lightning slashes through to the retina of the eye.
Was Fate to punish him through the woman he loved?
Riviere rose with determination and flung the thought aside. "Fate" was only a bogey to frighten children with. "Fate" was a coward's master.
Every man had the right to rough-hew his own life. He, Riviere, had chosen his new life with eyes open, and, right or wrong, he would stick by his choice and hew out his life on his own lines. If "Fate" were indeed a reality, then he would fight it as he had fought Lars Larssen.
He would unknot the tangled threads at whatever cost to himself.
The doctor looked very grave when he had left Elaine's bedside the next morning.
"The injuries are very serious," he told Riviere. "The cornea of the right eye has almost been destroyed by the acid. It will heal over, but the sight will not be as it was before."
"You mean blinded for life--in both eyes?" asked Riviere, ruthless for his own feelings.
"We must not hope for too much," hedged the doctor. "A great deal depends on the course of the recovery. I wish not to raise false hopes...."
"You must pardon what I am going to say, doctor. I have every confidence in your skill, but is it not possible that the help of an eye specialist from Paris or Lyons might be of service?"
The doctor put false dignity aside and answered sympathetically: "You are right, monsieur, a specialist _is_ needed. As soon as mademoiselle can stand the long journey, I would advise that she be taken to Wiesbaden, to the very greatest specialist in the world."
"You mean Hegelmann?"
"None other."
"It would not be possible for him to travel to here?"
The doctor shook his head decisively. "Only for kings does he travel. He has too many patients in his surgical home at Wiesbaden who need him daily."
"When will mademoiselle be able to make the journey?"
"Within the week, I hope."
Information of the attack had of course been given to the police, who were hot on the trail of the youth Crau. Meanwhile the local papers sent their reporters to interview Riviere. He was too well accustomed to the ways of pressmen to refuse an interview. He received them and replied with the very briefest facts of the case, explaining that he wished to avoid publicity so far as it was possible. He asked them at all events to leave out names, as French journals will sometimes do, on request.
Amongst the callers was an Englishman who sent in word that he was a local correspondent for the _Europe Chronicle_. Riviere had him shown into the garden of the villa, to the arbour. The would-be interviewer was a man of thirty, quiet and secretive looking, with a heavy dark moustache curtaining the expression of his lips. "Morris Sylvester" was the name on his card.
He carried a hand-camera, which he placed on a seat beside him and pointed it towards the path from the house. As Riviere approached, Sylvester's left hand was fingering the silent release of the instantaneous shutter. He had made a practice of working his camera surrept.i.tiously while his eyes held the eyes of his subject.
"Mr Sylvester," began Riviere, "I want to ask you a favour, as one Englishman to another. Publicity is extremely distasteful to the lady who has been so terribly injured. To have her story spread broadcast for the satisfaction of idle curiosity would only add to her sufferings.
Isn't it possible for you to suppress this story?"
Sylvester looked hesitant. "I am sincerely sorry for the lady," he said.
"But of course I have my duty to my journal. I had intended to wire a full column, and take a picture of the scene of the attack by the Druids' Tower." He took up his camera from the seat beside him, as though to show his purpose.
After a moment of reflection he added: "Would it satisfy you if I were to suppress names?"
"I would much rather you wrote nothing at all," replied Riviere. "I know that I can't insist. I appeal to your generosity in the matter."
"Very well. Under the circ.u.mstances, in deference to the feelings of your friend, I'll take it on myself to suppress the story."
"That's very kind of you. Is there no form of _quid pro quo_...?"
suggested Riviere tentatively.
"Thanks--nothing."
"You'll take something with me before you go?"
"Thanks--yes."
Over the gla.s.ses Sylvester chatted pleasantly about matter of no import, and then brought the conversation round to the real object of his visit--to get certain information for Lars Larssen.
"Your name seems familiar to me, somehow," he ventured. "Aren't you a scientist, Mr Riviere?"
"I do a little private research work," was the guarded admission.
"I seem to a.s.sociate your name with that of Clifford Matheson, the financier."
"My half-brother."
"Ah, that's it.... A very remarkable man. I had the pleasure of interviewing him once, at his office in the Rue Lafitte."
Riviere knew that for a lie. He had never seen Sylvester before, to his knowledge, and he had a keen memory for faces. What was the man driving at? He must try and discover. With his long years of business training behind him, Riviere became suddenly expansive, talking with apparent frankness without in reality saying anything of import.
"As you say, a remarkable man. That is, as a financier. Personally I have no interests in that direction. My brother and I have very little in common. He is the man of affairs, and I am buried in my work. What was the subject of your interview with him?"
"Canada's future. He gave me a splendid interview--first-rate copy,"
lied Sylvester. "Have you seen your brother lately? Is he engaged on any big scheme just now? Perhaps you could put me on to a news story in that direction? I should be glad if you could."
Riviere knew that Sylvester was fis.h.i.+ng for information of some kind, but what it was puzzled him completely, unless the man were now speaking the truth in his statement that he was on the look-out for financial news. That seemed the only solution of the puzzle.
"I've seen nothing of my brother lately," answered Riviere. "He's at Monte Carlo, I believe. I'm sorry not to be able to help you in the matter, but, as I said before, I'm very little interested in my brother's movements or plans. His ways and mine lie apart. If I hear of anything that might be of service to you, I'll let you know. Will you give me your address?"
"Hotel de la Poste will find me. I travel about the Midi for the _Chronicle_. They'll send on any message for me at the hotel."
"Many thanks for your kindness in the matter of suppressing the story of the attack," said Riviere, and his tone intimated that it was now time for the visitor to leave.
Sylvester, having gained the objects of his visit, rose and took his departure. Inside half-an-hour he had developed an excellent snap-shot of Riviere walking along the garden path towards him. He wrote a long letter to Lars Larssen explaining that John Riviere apparently knew nothing of the disappearance of Clifford Matheson, and detailing the story of Elaine and the vitriol outrage.
With the letter he enclosed a bromide print of the snapshot.
Swirling Waters Part 18
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