Blind Policy Part 39
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"Not if it's left to you, old man. You'd turn it into a tomb at once.
Here, I've left you a drop. Tip it off, and see if it'll put some pluck into you. There, I've tried fair play and quiet; now it's got to be foul play and noise. Give me hold of the hammer and let's see what a wedge'll do."
"Hist! What's that?"
Arthur needed no telling to be silent. s.n.a.t.c.hing the light from his companion, he reached over to the portmanteau and took out the two small revolvers, handed one to his companion, and whispered to him--
"It was the lock. Someone coming. Don't fire without you're obliged.
I'll try the hammer first."
As he spoke he blew out the little lamp, and set it down, before standing facing the door with his hand raised, ready to strike down the first who entered.
Some minutes must have elapsed without further alarm, and the two men were ready to believe that the sharp snap they had heard must have come from the iron door of the closet, the frame springing back after being strained by the application of the wedges that had been driven in.
All at once, just as an attack was about to be made once more upon the way by which they had entered, and Arthur had taken a fresh match from his box, a soft light began to dawn, grew rapidly, and dazzled their eyes, as they strove to make out whence it came, and stood ready once more to strike.
It was not from the pa.s.sage door, but from the ceiling just over the great safe, and as the men stood trembling with fear and excitement, there was a spurt of smoke from the great iron safe, a dull concussion, and the footman fell back. While as the butler stood staring upward, his face ashy grey in the soft light, as the smoke curled about a glowing bulk, there was a second spurt of smoke, and concussion, the wretched man fell forward across his companion, and the light grew dimmer in the heavy clinging vapour, slowly dying out into utter darkness, while the silence was as that of the tomb.
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.
UNDER THE BEECHES.
It was a lovely morning in the sylvan solitude by The Towers, and leaving Mrs James and Mrs Dennis Clareborough in the drawing-room, Marion took her sunshade and a book, to wander away across the lawn to the gate in the ring fence, and then along the path at the edge of the beech wood, ostensibly to find a seat in the shade of one of the great spreading trees, and have a calm, quiet read.
But ere she had gone a couple of hundred yards the fever in her blood and the throbbing of her temples told her that the idea of calm and rest was the merest farce.
She had hailed the departure of the gentlemen for Paris, as they had said, as a relief from the quiet, insidious siege laid to her by James Clareborough, who rarely spoke but on the most commonplace topics, and was always coldly polite; but there were moments when she met his eyes and read plainly enough that his intentions were unaltered, and that sooner of later he would again begin to make protestations of his love.
Her position seemed harder than she could bear. His wife hated her with a bitter, jealous hatred, but she was too much crushed down and afraid of her fierce lord to show her dislike more openly, though there were times when she seemed ready to break out into open reproach.
"Oh, if I could only end it all!" thought Marion again and again. "Will Rob never break with them?
"Never," she said to herself, despairingly; "they would never let him go. And yet surely the world is wide enough, and somewhere surely he might find peace.
"No, he would never settle down to another life. It is fate. There is neither peace nor happiness now for me."
She had wandered on for quite a mile before, feeling hot and wearied, she seated herself on one of the great gnarled mossy b.u.t.tresses of a beech and leaned her head upon her hand, thinking of him whom she could not keep out of her thoughts, but still only in despair. Then her thoughts turned once more to James Clareborough, and, brave and firm as she was, a thrill of horror ran through her at the dread which oppressed her and set her heart throbbing wildly.
What if this Parisian journey was only a ruse and James Clareborough were back on purpose to try and gain a meeting with her while her brother was not by her side?
The thought was horrible, and it grew more intense, her cheeks flus.h.i.+ng and then growing ghastly white from her emotion.
"What madness to come out here alone!" she thought. "He would have been watching for me, and be ready to read it as an invitation."
She looked round wildly, and started as a sharp tap was heard close at hand.
"Am I growing such a nervous, feeble coward," she said, "that I am afraid of a rabbit? What have I to fear from him?"
She laughed at her weak folly, and to prove to herself that she was no longer under the influence of dread she took her book and opened it at random, but did not read a word, for her musings began again.
"It is excusable," she thought. "All these years of dread of discovery, of some end coming to their plans, and for the sake of what? A miserable gilded life of luxury that is hateful to me and makes me s.h.i.+ver when I look into his pleading eyes. He loves me and would marry me to-morrow in his ignorance; and then what would he say when he knew the truth? I cannot bear it; there must--there shall be an end. It is not life; it is one miserable nightmare of fear."
She sprang to her feet, uttering a faint cry of horror, and turned to run. For there was some truth in her suspicions; she had been followed.
There was a quick step behind, and she had run some little distance before, glancing back, she saw that it was not James Clareborough, but Chester, standing beneath the trees which had sheltered her, and now gazing after her with a look of anger and despair.
She stopped, and he came up to her side.
"Have I grown so hateful to your sight?" he said bitterly.
"No, no!" she cried, holding out her trembling hand, which he seized and pressed pa.s.sionately to his lips. "I thought it was James Clareborough."
"Then he has dared to insult you again?" said Chester, angrily.
"No, no; indeed, no," she cried.
"But you live in fear of him. Oh, Marion, Marion, how long is this weary life to last? Once more let me plead. Would not a quiet life with my devotion be a happier one than this miserable luxury, where you are constantly persecuted by a scoundrel?"
"Oh, hush, hus.h.!.+" she murmured. "I have told you it can never be."
"Yes, but these are words. Your woman's honour forbids you to stay."
"Hush, for pity's sake! You torture me," she cried. "Must I explain, but you must see and know that I am tied down to it, that I cannot leave my brother--that he would never let me go."
"I cannot--I will not believe but that all this is imaginary," said Chester, firmly. "Will you not trust me? Will you not tell me what it all means, and let me, a man, be the judge?"
"No," she said, mastering her emotion and speaking calmly now. "Once more, I cannot, I will not explain. Why have you come down here?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"You know," he said. "Where should I be but near the woman who is my very life?"
"But it is madness--it is misery and torture to me."
"Poor wretch that I am," he said bitterly. "Still, I cannot help it."
"But," she cried imploringly, "your life would not be safe if they knew of your being here."
"Indeed? Well, what of it? My presence is a torture to you. I am a torture and misery to myself. They would not dare to kill me. I don't know, though," he said, with a mocking laugh, "by accident, perhaps."
"Dr Chester," cried Marion, appealingly, "does it please you to inflict this agony upon me?"
"No, no," he said, s.n.a.t.c.hing at her hand. "I would give my life to save you pain."
"Then go. Leave me and forget me. I am not the true, innocent woman you think. I am not fit to be your wife."
"What!" he cried, turning ghastly pale, while as she saw his agony her face grew convulsed and she half raised her hands to him pleadingly, but let them fall.
Blind Policy Part 39
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