Whatsoever a Man Soweth Part 21

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Each time I visited her I ran the risk of being followed by some person in the employ of Winsloe, who was, we knew, ever active in his efforts to discover her whereabouts. Her mother had raised a terrible hue-and-cry after a week had pa.s.sed without news of her. Jack had unfortunately gone to Scotland Yard and given his sister's description, as Cynthia had begun to express a fear that she had met with foul play.

As soon as I heard of this I persuaded Tibbie to write a letter to her mother, a.s.suring her that she was quite well and happy, that she was with friends, and that she would return in the course of a few days.

This letter I sent to a friend in Glasgow, and it was posted from there.

Time after time I looked in wonder at the photograph of the dead unknown which I had abstracted from Mr Parham's drawing-room. And time after time I reflected whether it would be wise to suddenly confront Tibbie with it and demand the truth. Sometimes I was sorry that I had not left the portrait where I had found it, for I might, when calling upon Mrs Parham, have made casual inquiry regarding the original. Now that it was in my possession, however, I was unable to approach the subject.

Undoubtedly she had missed it, and perhaps believed that in the confusion of that memorable evening it had been stolen, perhaps for the value of its frame.

One night about ten o'clock, while Eric and I sat by the fire in my chambers, my friend cast aside the _Pall Mall Gazette_ which he had been reading, exclaiming,--

"So the Parham affair seems to have concluded to-day. At the adjourned inquest they've returned the usual verdict--wilful murder against someone unknown. Poor girl! She was an entirely innocent victim."

"Yes," I remarked, smoking my pipe reflectively, "strange that the police haven't a sc.r.a.p of a clue as to who did it."

"We have the only clue that exists," was his answer. "You saw one of the men."

"Yes, but I doubt if I'd recognise him again. It was only like a shadow pa.s.sing across the room. He was tall and thin, but I was too far away to distinguish his features."

"Mrs Parham has apparently made no statement to the police of any value, and Parham himself is still absent. He fears, I suppose, certain inquiries regarding the possession of that gruesome object which we found in the false bottom of the secret hiding-place."

"I'd like to meet this man Parham," I said. "Recollect that he undoubtedly knew the man who was killed in Charlton Wood."

"Yes," remarked Eric, slowly. "It certainly seems strange that he doesn't turn up again. He may, of course, be travelling abroad, as his wife seems to think he is. She has told the police that he's often abroad, and she frequently does not hear from him for a fortnight or three weeks. It appears that only a short time ago he remarked that he might be compelled to go out to India on business connected with some jewels which an Indian prince has for sale. Perhaps he has gone, and will write to her from Port Said. That is what the police believe."

"And if he does?"

"Well, I should think it most probable that he'll be detained at Bombay and asked to return at once to London, to explain how the human eye came into his possession."

"I wish we could get sight of a photograph of Parham," I said. "It would help us so much."

"He's never had his portrait taken--objects to it, I hear. The police told me so. They always look with suspicion upon a man who objects to being photographed."

I entertained the same suspicions regarding Parham as did the police, and resolved to revisit his wife and endeavour to discover something further.

Next day, however, receiving an urgent express letter from Tibbie, I was compelled to a.s.sume the guise of William Morton and travel by a circuitous route down to Camberwell. She had the midday dinner of roast sirloin and vegetables ready prepared for me, cooked by herself, and looked a thoroughly capable housewife in her cheap black gown and white ap.r.o.n. The clothes she had bought were well fitted to the station she had a.s.sumed, and beyond a smart saying or two which now and then escaped her, she pa.s.sed well as the lady's-maid married to an honest, hard-working compositor.

"The only thing I can't do," she confided to me, as we sat together at the clean little dinner-table, "is the was.h.i.+ng. I put it out, and I fear that the landlady thinks me horribly extravagant. But the truth is I don't know how to wash, and if I tried I'd at once betray my ignorance," she laughed.

I glanced at her hands, now rather red and rough by unaccustomed work, and smiled.

"Let them think what they may," I said. "You play your part far better than I ever thought you would."

"Oh, sometimes I find it quite amusing," she declared. "One sees more of the realities of life in Camberwell than in Mayfair. Here I see how the poor live, and I pity them. I was ignorant of how hard are the lives of the working people; how they have to struggle to keep the wolf from the door, or of the long hours of work, and the cutting down, of wages. Do you know, Wilfrid, I sometimes hear stories of poverty and distress that make my heart bleed. I want to help them, but how can I?

To give them money would be to arouse suspicion against myself. I've found a method, however. I send them groceries and meat from certain shops in the Old Kent Road and Camberwell Road, and pay for it myself.

They don't then know where it comes from."

I was somewhat surprised to discover this sympathetic trait in her character. I had never believed that, gay b.u.t.terfly of fas.h.i.+on as she was, she entertained any thought of the poor seamstress who worked all night upon her ball-dress, or the consumptive shop-girl who danced attendance upon her, compelled to indulge her every whim. The Scarcliffs, if a wild race, were a proud one. They regarded "the people" as being different from themselves and treated all their underlings, save grave old Adams at Ryhall, without thought or consideration.

Yes, the few weeks that Tibbie had lived estranged from her fast, exotic set, and with the example of the workaday world before her eyes, had wrought a great change in her.

Yet, was this really so? To what cause could I attribute this sudden outburst of charitable feeling?

I held my breath as one suggestion occurred to me.

Was it repentance?

I had told her nothing concerning the strange occurrence at Sydenham Hill. The name of Parham had been found in the dead man's pocket, therefore, connected as the two crimes seemed to be, I made no explanation. Without doubt, however, she had read the details in the paper which she took daily, and had that morning seen the verdict given at the adjourned inquest.

How I longed to show her the photograph and to ask her to tell me the truth.

One afternoon, a fortnight ago, she had casually remarked to me that she had seen in the paper the report of a man being found in Charlton Wood, whereupon I merely replied that I, too, had heard the details, and that I supposed the victim was some unfortunate tramp who had been killed by an enemy.

"He may have been shot accidentally by one of the keepers, who fears to tell the truth," she suggested.

But I remained silent. I remembered Eric's terrible denunciation.

I pa.s.sed that afternoon with her in the cheaply-furnished little sitting-room, smoking and chatting. After she had removed the cloth she threw aside her ap.r.o.n, and sat in the low wicker armchair with a cigarette. Only when I was present dared she smoke, and I saw how thoroughly she enjoyed it.

"You, Wilfrid, seem like a visitor from the other world--the world which nowadays exists only in my dreams," she said, throwing her head lazily back and blowing a cloud of smoke from her pursed-up lips. "As I sit here alone hour after hour, I wonder how it is that I have lived the life I have. Our foibles and follies and false appearances are, after all, wretchedly insincere, and surely the enemies of a smart woman are the bitterest in the world. Cynthia taught me to believe that our set was the world, but I now know different, for I see that there is happiness, yes, far greater happiness in the poor struggling homes about me here than in our own world of pleasure. Happiness?" she repeated to herself, looking blankly across the room and sighing, "I wonder if I shall ever know what real happiness means?"

"I hope so," I exclaimed quickly. "Surely there is no reason why you should be unhappy. You are young, wealthy, courted, flattered, and one of the best-looking women in London. You are well aware of that, Tibbie."

"Aware of it!" she exclaimed hoa.r.s.ely, in a low, broken voice.

"Everyone tells me so. Yes," she added bitterly, "I have everything except the one thing debarred me--happiness."

"And why not that?"

"Can one be happy if one does not possess peace of mind? That, alas! I do not possess."

"Because you hold a secret," I remarked slowly, looking into her eyes as they suddenly met mine. "Will you never reveal it to me, Tibbie?" I asked. "I could surely a.s.sist you."

But she shook her head, replying,--

"No. The error is mine, and I must bear the punishment. Ah!" she cried, suddenly starting up, placing both palms to her brow, and pacing up and down the little room. "Ah! you don't know what I suffer. Day and night I sit here and think and think, and wonder, and fear. Yes!"

she cried, her eyes starting as she glared at me in her desperation. "I fear! I fear lest I may be discovered by those enemies who have sworn to effect my ruin! But--but you will save me, Wilfrid," she gasped, suddenly advancing, turning her white face to mine, and clutching my hand. "You will protect me from them, won't you?"

"Of course," I answered, greatly surprised at her sudden terror, when only a few moments before she had been so calm in the enjoyment of her cigarette.

"But who are these enemies of whom you are in such fear? Tell me, and I may then act accordingly. Surely it is only just that I should be aware of their ident.i.ty?" I urged.

"No. I--I--I mean I can't explain. If I did, I should lose even you, Wilfrid--the only true friend I have in the whole world."

Her hand holding mine trembled as I looked straight into her white, frightened countenance.

A silence fell between us. I gazed into those wonderful eyes of hers and noted her marvellous beauty now accentuated by her distress.

"Tibbie." I exclaimed at last in a low, soft voice, scarcely above a whisper, "you are in deadly fear of the man with whom only the other day you contemplated marriage--Ellice Winsloe--the man who now intends to denounce you!"

"Who told you so?" she gasped, drawing back in an instant, and turning paler. "Who--who has betrayed my secret?"

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