The House Opposite Part 31

"Well, Doctor Storrs, what do you think of the young lady's case?"

"That girl is no more insane than I am, Fortescue. She is suffering from some terrible shock, but even now she has more self-control than nine women out of ten. What kind of a shock she has had I don't know, but am sure it is connected in some way with the Rosemere murder. If you ever do discover its exact nature, mark my words, you will find she has been through some ghastly experience and has borne up with amazing fort.i.tude."

"What do you think ought to be done for her?"

"You will find that there is very little that can be done. Something is still hanging over her, I am sure; in fact she hinted as much to me.

Now, unless we can find out the cause of her trouble and remove it, it is useless to look for an amelioration of her condition. In the meantime, let her have her head. She knows what she has to struggle against; we don't."

"It's all very mysterious, but I wish we could help her."

We had now reached his destination, and, with a hurried farewell, he disappeared into the station.

I had promised Mrs. Derwent to let her know immediately the result of my talk with Storrs, so, without alighting, I drove at once to the hotel.

In order to avoid arousing May's suspicions by calling so soon again, Mrs. Derwent had agreed to meet me in the hotel parlour. I told her as briefly as I could what the Doctor had said. When I had finished, I saw that she was struggling with conflicting emotions.

"What can have happened to her? Oh, it is all so dreadful that I don't know what to think or fear."

"Can't you get your daughter to confide in you?"

"I will try," she murmured, as the large tears stole down her white cheeks, and, rising, she held out her long slender hand, on which sparkled a few handsome rings. As she stood there--tall, stately, still beautiful, in spite of her sufferings, her small, cla.s.sic head crowned with a wreath of silvery hair--she looked like some afflicted queen, and I pitied her from the bottom of my heart. But was not my distress as great as hers!

On leaving the poor lady I hurried back to my office, where I found Atkins sitting in a miserable heap. He looked so dreadfully ill that I was alarmed.

"Have you had anything to eat to-day?" I asked. He shook his head in disgust. Without another word, I rang for my boy, and in a quarter of an hour a very pa.s.sable little meal was spread on my table.

"Now, eat that," I said. He frowned, and shook his head.

"Atkins, you are behaving like a child; you must not fall ill now, or what will become of your wife?"

He hesitated a minute, then sat obediently down. I drew up a chair also, and, by playing with some fruit, pretended to be sharing his meal. The more I watched him the more I became convinced that something must be done to relieve the tension under which he suffered. A new emotion might serve the purpose; so I said:

"I have just found out some interesting facts about the murdered man."

He dropped his knife and fork.

"What?" he gasped.

"Nothing at all derogatory to your wife, I a.s.sure you; I am more than ever convinced that a frank talk would have cleared up your little misunderstanding long ago."

"Really?"

"Yes, and I'll tell you the whole story, only you must eat."

He fell to with feverish haste, his hollow eyes fixed on my face.

"Your wife's visitor was not a friend of hers, and Merritt (here I strained a point) is sure she has not met him for years. He used to be one of her admirers till she refused to see him, and then he left Chicago and has not been seen there since; but he has a bad record in several other cities. The night he was killed he came to your apartment drunk, and the detective thinks he probably tried to get money from your wife. It seems to me natural that she should have concealed his visit.

He was not a guest to be proud of, and, besides, she may have been afraid of rousing your jealousy, for you are pretty jealous, you know."

"What a crazy fool I have been; I deserve to lose her. But," he inquired, with renewed suspicion, "why has she run away?"

"Because she found out that the fact that the dead man had gone to the Rosemere to see her had become known to the police, for when I saw her yesterday afternoon I blurted out that the detective did not believe in Argot's guilt, but was on the track of some female. She at once jumped to the conclusion that he suspected her, and decided to fly before she could be apprehended, and so save her life and your honour."

"Well, Doctor," he cried, pus.h.i.+ng his plate away, "I feel better. Your news is such a relief. I must now be off again. I can't rest. Oh, how I wish I might be the one to find my little girl!"

"I do hope you will; only don't be disappointed if you are not immediately successful; New York is a big place, remember. But till you do find your wife I wish that instead of going back to your apartment you would stay here with me; we are both alone, and would be company for each other."

"Thank you; if I don't find her, I'll accept your offer. You're awfully kind, Doctor."

The poor fellow turned up again, footsore and weary, at about twelve that night. He was too exhausted by that time to suffer much, but I gave him a sedative so as to make sure of his having a good sleep.

CHAPTER XVII

ONE WOMAN EXONERATED

Atkins and I were still at breakfast when, to my surprise, the detective was announced.

Atkins started to his feet.

"Any news of my wife?" he inquired, anxiously.

"None, I regret to say," answered Merritt.

I was still very much annoyed with him for having been so indiscreet and tactless in his interview with May Derwent, but he looked so dejected that my anger melted a little.

Atkins left us almost immediately, and started on his weary search. When he was gone, I motioned Merritt to take his place.

"Have you had any breakfast?"

"Well, not much, I confess. I was in such a hurry to hear whether anything had been heard of Mrs. Atkins or not that I only gulped down a cup of coffee before coming here."

"You must have something at once," I urged. "Here's some beefsteak and I'll ring for the boy to----"

"Hold on a moment. Are you very sure the hatchet is buried?" he inquired, with a quizzical smile.

"For the time being, certainly," I laughed. "But I reserve the right of digging it up again unless things turn out as I wish them to."

A sad look came over his face.

"Ah, Doctor, things so rarely do turn out just as one wishes them to!"

"And now, Merritt," I demanded, when, breakfast being over, we had lighted our cigars, "will you kindly tell me what made you talk as you did yesterday to Miss Derwent?"

"I had a purpose."

"What possible good could it do to remind Miss Derwent of an incident which all her friends are most anxious to have her forget?"