Tongues of Conscience Part 50
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"That's true," the Captain said. "All right, Errington; I'll come."
And, after bidding Mrs. Errington good-night, he lingered in Park Lane till he was joined by Horace. They turned at once into the Park and began to make their way in the direction of the Serpentine. It was a soft night, full of the fine and minute rain that belongs especially to spring weather. The clocks of the town had struck eleven, and most of the legitimate sweethearts who make the Park their lover's walk had gone home, leaving this realm of lawns and trees and waters to the night-birds, the pickpockets, the soldiers, and the unhealthily curious persons over whom it exercises such a continual and gloomy fascination.
Hindford and Horace could have seen many piteous sights had they cared to as they walked down the long path by the Row. The boy peered at each seat as they pa.s.sed, and once or twice hesitated by some thin and tragic figure, stretched in uneasy slumber or bowed in staring reverie face to face with the rainy night. But from each in turn he drew back, occasionally followed by a muttered oath or a sharp e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n.
"I bet he'll be somewhere by the Serpentine," the boy said to Hindford.
And they walked on till at length they reached the black sheet of water closely m.u.f.fled in the night.
"We met him somewhere just here," Horace said.
"I know," Hindford rejoined. "He got up from this seat. But he may be a dozen miles off by now."
"No," Horace said, with a curious pertinacity; "I'm sure he's about here still. He looked like a man with no home. Ugh! how dreary it is! Come along, Hindford."
The good-natured Captain obeyed, and they went on by the cheerless water, which was only partially revealed in the blackness. Suddenly they both stopped.
"What's that?" Horace exclaimed.
A shrill whistle, followed by shouts, came to them, apparently from the water. Then there was an answering whistle from somewhere in the Park.
"It's the police," said Hindford. "There's something up."
They hurried on, and in a moment saw what looked like a great black shadow, rising out of the water, lifting in his arms another shadow, which drooped and hung down with the little waves curling round it. As they drew close they saw that the first shadow was a policeman, up to his waist in the water, and the second shadow was a man whom he held in his arms, as he waded with difficulty to the sh.o.r.e.
"Lend a hand, mates," he shouted as he saw them.
Just then a light shone out over the black lake from the bull's-eye of a second policeman who had hurried up in answer to his comrade's whistle.
Between them they quickly got the man on sh.o.r.e, and laid him down on the path on his back. The bull's-eye lantern, turned full on him, lit up a face that seemed all bony structure, staring eyes, a mouth out of which the water dripped. He had no coat on and his thin arms were like those of a skeleton.
"Dead as a door-nail," said the first policeman. "A case of suicide."
"G.o.d! Hindford, it's he! It's the chap who asked me for money this morning!" whispered Horace. "Is he really dead?"
The Captain, who had been examining the body and feeling the heart, nodded. Horace gazed upon the white face with a sort of awful curiosity.
He had never before looked at a corpse.
"Look here, Errington," Hindford said to the boy that night as he parted from him in Park Lane, "don't tell your mother anything of this."
"But--but, Hindford----"
"Come, now, you take my advice. Keep a quiet tongue in your head."
"But perhaps it was her fault; it was--if we'd given the poor chap something he'd----"
"Probably. That's just the reason I don't want you to tell Mrs.
Errington anything of it. Come, promise me on your honour."
"All right, Hindford, I'll promise. How horrible it's all been!"
"Don't think about it, lad. Good-night."
Horace trembled as he stole up the black staircase to bed. He meant to keep his promise, of course, but he wondered whether the Mater would have owned that she was in the wrong that morning if she had heard his dreary tale of the beggar's death in the night.
The next day it was Mrs. Errington who asked Horace to go out walking.
She looked rather pale and fatigued at breakfast, but declared her intention of taking a const.i.tutional.
"Come with me, Horace," she said.
"Very well," he answered, with a curious and almost shy boyish coldness.
"Not into the Park, Mater," he said, as they were starting.
"Why not? We always walk there. Where else should we go?"
"Anywhere--shopping--Regent Street."
"No, Horace, I've got a headache to-day. I want a quiet place."
He didn't say more. They set out, and Mrs. Errington took the precise route they had followed the day before. She glanced rather sharply about her as they walked. Presently they reached the seat on which the beggar had been sitting just before he got up to follow them. Mrs. Errington paused beside it.
"I'm tired. Let us sit down here," she said.
"No, Mater, not here."
"Really, Horace," Mrs. Errington said, "you are in an extraordinary mood to-day. You have no regard for me. What is the matter with you?"
And she sat down on the seat. Horace remained standing.
"I shan't sit here," he said obstinately.
"Very well," Mrs. Errington replied.
She really began to look ill, but Horace was too much preoccupied with his own feelings to notice it. There was something abominable to him in his mother sitting calmly down to rest in the very place occupied a few hours ago by the wretched creature who had, so Horace believed, been driven to death by her refusal of charity. He felt sick with horror in that neighbourhood, and he moved away, and stood staring across the Serpentine. Presently Mrs. Errington called to him in a faint voice----
"Horace, come and give me your hand."
He turned, noticed her extreme pallor, and ran up.
"What's the row? Are you ill, Mater?"
"No. Help me up." He put out his hand. She got up slowly.
"We'll go home," he said. "You look awfully seedy."
"No; let us walk on."
In spite of his remonstrances she insisted on walking up and down at the edge of the Serpentine for quite an hour. She appeared to be on the look-out for somebody. Over and over again they pa.s.sed the spot where the beggar had drowned himself. Their feet trod over the ground on which his dead body had been laid. Each time they reached it Horace felt himself grow cold. Death is so terrible to the young. At last Mrs.
Errington stopped.
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