Initials Only Part 44
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"I might say, To the devil," was the sarcastic reply. "But I doubt if he would receive me. No," he added, in more ordinary tones as the other s.h.i.+vered and again started forward, "you will have no trouble in finding me in my own room to-night. I have letters to write and--other things.
A man like me cannot drop out without a ripple. You may go to bed and sleep. I will keep awake for two."
"Orlando!" Visions were pa.s.sing before Oswald's eyes, soul-crus.h.i.+ng visions such as in his blameless life he never thought could enter into his consciousness or blast his tranquil outlook upon life. "Orlando!"
he again appealed, covering his eyes in a frenzied attempt to shut out these horrors, "I cannot let you go like this. To-morrow--"
"To-morrow, in every niche and corner of this world, wherever Edith Challoner's name has gone, wherever my name has gone, it will be known that the discoverer of a practical air-s.h.i.+p, is a man whom they can no longer honour. Do you think that is not h.e.l.l enough for me; or that I do not realise the h.e.l.l it will be for you? I've never wearied you or any man with my affection; but I'm not all demon. I would gladly have spared you this additional anguish; but that was impossible. You are my brother and must suffer from the connection whether we would have it so or not. If it promises too much misery--and I know no misery like that of shame--come with me where I go to-morrow. There will be room for two."
Oswald, swaying with weakness, but maddened by the sight of an overthrow which carried with it the stifled affections and the admiration of his whole life, gave a bound forward, opened his arms and--fell.
Orlando stopped short. Gazing down on his prostrate brother, he stood for a moment with a gleam of something like human tenderness showing through the flare of dying pa.s.sions and peris.h.i.+ng hopes; then he swung open the door and pa.s.sed quietly out, and Mr. Challoner could hear the laughing remark with which he met and dismissed the half-dozen men and women who had been drawn to this end of the hall by what had sounded to them like a fracas between angry men.
XLI. FIVE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING
The clock in the hotel office struck three. Orlando Brotherson counted the strokes; then went on writing. His transom was partly open and he had just heard a step go by his door. This was nothing new. He had already heard it several times before that night. It was Mr. Challoner's step, and every time it pa.s.sed, he had rustled his papers or scratched vigorously with his pen. "He is keeping watch for Oswald," was his thought. "They fear a sudden end to this. No one, not the son of my mother knows me. Do I know myself?"
Four o'clock! The light was still burning, the pile of letters he was writing increasing.
Five o'clock! A rattling shade betrays an open window. No other sound disturbs the quiet of the room. It is empty now; but Mr. Challoner, long since satisfied that all was well, goes by no more. Silence has settled upon the hotel;--that heavy silence which precedes the dawn.
There was silence in the streets also. The few who were abroad, crept quietly along. An electric storm was in the air and the surcharged clouds hung heavy and low, biding the moment of outbreak. A man who had left a place of many shadows for the more open road, paused and looked up at these clouds; then went calmly on.
Suddenly the shriek of an approaching train tears through the valley.
Has it a call for this man? No. Yet he pauses in the midst of the street he is crossing and watches, as a child might watch, for the flash of its lights at the end of the darkened vista. It comes--filling the empty s.p.a.ce at which he stares with moving life--engine, baggage car and a long string of Pullmans. Then all is dark again and only the noise of its slackening wheels comes to him through the night. It has stopped at the station. A minute longer and it has started again, and the quickly lessening rumble of its departure is all that remains of this vision of man's activity and ceaseless expectancy. When it is quite gone and all is quiet, a sigh falls from the man's lips and he moves on, but this time, for some unexplainable reason, in the direction of the station.
With lowered head he pa.s.ses along, noting little till he arrives within sight of the depot where some freight is being handled, and a trunk or two wheeled down the platform. No sight could be more ordinary or unsuggestive, but it has its attraction for him, for he looks up as he goes by and follows the pa.s.sage of that truck down the platform till it has reached the corner and disappeared. Then he sighs again and again moves on.
A cl.u.s.ter of houses, one of them open and lighted, was all which lay between him now and the country road. He was hurrying past, for his step had unconsciously quickened as he turned his back upon the station, when he was seized again by that mood of curiosity and stepped up to the door from which a light issued and looked in. A common eating-room lay before him, with rudely spread tables and one very sleepy waiter taking orders from a new arrival who sat with his back to the door. Why did the lonely man on the sidewalk start as his eye fell on the latter's commonplace figure, a hungry man demanding breakfast in a cheap, country restaurant?
His own physique was powerful while that of the other looked slim and frail. But fear was in the air, and the brooding of a tempest affects some temperaments in a totally unexpected manner. As the man inside turns slightly and looks up, the master figure on the sidewalk vanishes, and his step, if any one had been interested enough to listen, rings with a new note as it turns into the country road it has at last reached.
But no one heeded. The new arrival munches his roll and waits impatiently for his coffee, while without, the clouds pile soundlessly in the sky, one of them taking the form of a huge hand with clutching fingers reaching down into the hollow void beneath.
XLII. AT SIX
Mr. Challoner had been honest in his statement regarding the departure of Sweet.w.a.ter. He had not only paid and dismissed our young detective, but he had seen him take the train for New York. And Sweet.w.a.ter had gone away in good faith, too, possibly with his convictions undisturbed, but acknowledging at last that he had reached the end of his resources. But the brain does not loose its hold upon its work as readily as the hand does. He was halfway to New York and had consciously bidden farewell to the whole subject, when he suddenly startled those about him by rising impetuously to his feet. He sat again immediately, but with a light in his small grey eye which Mr. Gryce would have understood and revelled in. The idea for which he had searched industriously for months had come at last, unbidden; thrown up from some remote recess of the mind which had seemingly closed upon the subject forever.
"I have it. I have it," he murmured in ceaseless reiteration to himself.
"I will go back to Mr. Challoner and let him decide if the idea is worth pursuing. Perhaps an experiment may be necessary. It was bitter cold that night; I wish it were icy weather now. But a chemist can help us out. Good G.o.d! if this should be the explanation of the mystery, alas for Orlando and alas for Oswald!"
But his sympathies did not deter him. He returned to Derby at once, and as soon as he dared, presented himself at the hotel and asked for Mr.
Challoner.
He was amazed to find that gentleman already up and in a state of agitation that was very disquieting. But he brightened wonderfully at sight of his visitor, and drawing him inside the room, observed with trembling eagerness:
"I do not know why you have come back, but never was man more welcome.
Mr. Brotherson has confessed."
"Confessed!"
"Yes, he killed both women; my daughter and his neighbour, the washerwoman, with a--"
"Wait," broke in Sweet.w.a.ter, eagerly, "let me tell you." And stooping, he whispered something in the other's ear.
Mr. Challoner stared at him amazed, then slowly nodded his head.
"How came you to think--" he began; but Sweet.w.a.ter in his great anxiety interrupted him with a quick:
"Explanations will keep, Mr. Challoner. What of the man himself? Where is he? That's the important thing now."
"He was in his room till early this morning writing letters, but he is not there now. The door is unlocked and I went in. From appearances I fear the worst. That is why your presence relieves me so. Where do you think he is?"
"In his hangar in the woods. Where else would he go to--"
"I have thought of that. Shall we start out alone or take witnesses with us?"
"We will go alone. Does Oswald antic.i.p.ate--"
"He is sure. But he lacks strength to move. He lies on my bed in there.
Doris and her father are with him."
"We will not wait a minute. How the storm holds off. I hope it will hold off for another hour."
Mr. Challoner made no reply. He had spoken because he felt compelled to speak, but it had not been easy for him, nor could any trifles move him now.
The town was up by this time and, though they chose the least frequented streets, they had to suffer from some encounters. It was a good half hour before they found themselves in the forest and in sight of the hangar. One look that way, and Sweet.w.a.ter turned to see what the effect was upon Mr. Challoner.
A murmur of dismay greeted him. The oval of that great lid stood up against the forest background.
"He has escaped," cried Mr. Challoner.
But Sweet.w.a.ter, laying a finger on his lip, advanced and laid his ear against the door. Then he cast a quick look aloft. Nothing was to be seen there. The darkness of storm in the heavens but nothing more.--Yes!
now, a flash of vivid and destructive lightning!
The two men drew back and their glances crossed.
"Let us return to the highroad," whispered Sweet.w.a.ter; "we can see nothing here."
Mr. Challoner, trembling very much, wheeled slowly about.
"Wait," enjoined Sweet.w.a.ter. "First let me take a look inside."
Running to the nearest tree, he quickly climbed it, worked himself along a protruding branch and looked down into the open hangar. It was now so dark that details escaped him, but one thing was certain. The air-s.h.i.+p was not there.
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