The Hermit of Far End Part 51
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Garth tore the letters into fragments, pitching them contemptuously into the waste-paper basket; but, nevertheless, they were like so many gnats buzzing about an open wound, adding to its torture.
Black Brady, with a lively recollection of the few days in gaol which Trent had procured him in recompense for his poaching proclivities, was loud in his denunciation.
"Retreated, they calls it," he observed, with fine scorn. "Runned away's the plain English of it."
And with this p.r.o.nouncement all the loafers round the hotel garage cordially agreed, and, subsequently, black looks and muttered comments followed Garth's appearance in the streets.
To all of which Garth opposed a stony indifference--since, after all, these lesser things were of infinitely small moment to a man whose whole life was lying in ruins about him.
"It was good of you to ask me over," he told Herrick, as they shook hands. "Sure you're not afraid of contamination?"
"Quite sure," replied Miles, smiling serenely. "Besides, I had a particular reason for wis.h.i.+ng to see you."
"What was that?"
Miles unlocked the drawer where he had laid aside the papers he had perused with so much interest two days ago, and, slipping them out of the elastic bands that held them, handed them to Trent.
"I'd like you to read those doc.u.ments, if you will," he said.
There was a short silence while Trent's eyes travelled swiftly down the closely written sheets. When he looked up from their perusal his expression was perfectly blank. Miles could glean nothing from it.
"Well?" he said tentatively.
Garth quietly tendered him back the letters.
"You shouldn't believe everything you hear, Herrick," was all he vouchsafed.
"Then it isn't true?" asked Miles searchingly.
"It sounds improbable," replied Trent composedly.
Miles reflected a moment. Then, slowly replacing the papers within the elastic band, he remarked--
"I think I'll take Sara's opinion."
If he had desired to break down the other's guard of indifference, he succeeded beyond his wildest expectations.
Trent sprang to his feet, his hand outstretched as though to s.n.a.t.c.h the letters back again. His eyes blazed excitedly.
"No! No! You mustn't do that--you can't do that! It's----Oh! You won't understand--but those papers must be destroyed."
Herrick's fingers closed firmly round the papers in question, and he slipped them into the inside pocket of his coat.
"They certainly will not be destroyed," he replied. "I hold them in trust. But, tell me, why should I _not_ show them to Sara? It seems to me the one obvious thing to do."
Trent shook his head.
"No. Believe me, it could do no good, and it might do an infinity of harm."
Herrick looked incredulous.
"I can't see that," he objected.
"It is so, nevertheless."
A silence fell between them.
"Then you mean," said Herrick, breaking it at last, "that I'm to hold my tongue?"
"Just that."
"It is very unfair."
"And if you published that information abroad, it's unfair to Tim. Have you thought of that? He, at least, is perfectly innocent."
"But, man, it's inconceivable--grotesque!"
"Not at all. I gave Elisabeth Durward my promise, and she has married and borne a son, trusting to that promise. My lips are closed--now and always."
"But mine are not."
"They will be, Miles, if I ask it. Don't you see, there's no going back for me now? I can't wipe out the past. I made a bad mistake--a mistake many a youngster similarly circ.u.mstanced might have made. And I've been paying for it ever since. I must go on paying to the end--it's my honour that's involved. That's why I ask you not to show those letters."
Miles looked unconvinced.
"I forged my own fetters, Herrick," continued Trent. "In a way, I'm responsible for Tim Durward's existence and I can't d.a.m.n his chances at the outset. After all, he's at the beginning of things. I'm getting towards the end. At least"--wearily--"I hope so."
Herrick's quick glance took in the immense alteration the last few days had wrought in Trent's appearance. The man had aged visibly, and his face was worn and lined, the eyes burning feverishly in their sockets.
"You're good for another thirty or forty years, bar accidents," said Herrick at last, deliberately. "Are you going to make those years worse than worthless to you by this crazy decision?"
"I've no alternative. Good Lord, man!"--with savage irritability--"you don't suppose I'm enjoying it, do you? But I've _no way out_. I took a certain responsibility on myself--and I must see it through. I can't s.h.i.+rk it now, just because pay-day's come. I can do nothing except stick it out."
"And what about Sara?" said Herrick quietly. "Has she no claim to be considered?"
He almost flinched from the look of measureless anguish that leapt into the others man's eyes in response.
"For G.o.d's sake, man, leave Sara out of it!" Garth exclaimed thickly.
"I've cursed myself enough for the suffering I've brought on her. I was a mad fool to let her know I cared. But I thought, as Garth Trent, that I had shut the door on the past. I ought to have known that the door of the past remains eternally ajar."
Miles nodded understandingly.
"I don't think you were to blame," he said. "It's Mrs. Durward who has pulled the door wide open. She's stolen your new life from you--the life you had built up. Trent, you owe that woman nothing! Let me show this letter, and the other that goes with it, to Sara!"
Trent shook his head in mute refusal.
"I can't," he said at last. "Elisabeth must be forgiven. The best woman in the world may lose all sense of right and wrong when it's a question of her child. But, even so, I can't consent to the making public of that letter." He rose and paced the room restlessly. "Man! Man!" he cried at last, coming to a halt in front of Herrick. "Can't you see--that woman trusted me with her whole life, and with the life of any child that she might bear, when she married on the strength of my promise. And I must keep faith with her. It's the one poor rag of honour left me, Herrick!"--with intense bitterness.
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