The Strange Cases of Dr. Stanchon Part 24
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"What in G.o.d's name are you?" he said ferociously. "Wait for Webb, of course."
His head went back in his hands and they stared at one another.
Fayles, the cold aristocrat. Fayles, the unruffled! The doctor's glance settled finally on Weldon, as a possible clew to the situation.
"This is--this is--we make every allowance, of course," he began, "for such an unsettling occurrence. Of course. Mr. Webb, of course, would naturally ... and yet I hardly like the idea ... it seems..."
There was a strange sense of tension in the room, not to be accounted for by that dead creature on the floor. No, there was something else.
Weldon with difficulty repressed a smile. That fool of a brother-in-law knew nothing, clearly. Potter was merely irritable and at sea generally, he was sure. He could swear that whatever alarmed Potter alarmed him only through Fayles, whose collapse was unprecedented. Did Fayles know? Impossible. Fayles stood for old-fas.h.i.+oned, delicate scruples, finical standards. "As straight as Joseph Fayles," they said. And yet, why.... He remembered that he had not yet answered the doctor. How his thoughts ran away with him!
"Mr. Webb's connection, of course," he murmured, "princ.i.p.al director, you might say, made it natural to lean on him ... to depend ...
undoubtedly he would have been notified. Probably if the doctor were to send for the body, Mr. Webb would have got there before, and his colleagues be satisfied. They depended on his judgment to such an extent..."
The air of the room seemed to tighten round them. That doctor was no fool. He must feel something--what, how much? He pursed his lips.
"Just as you like, of course," he said briefly. "It would seem that there can be very little difference in judgment as to the expediency of burying a dead man, however. If that is what you mean. I will do as this young man suggests. These matters, of course, have a certain formality. There are precedents.... Ah, yes. Good-day, gentlemen."
He looked toward the door, which Weldon, in his capacity of master of ceremonies, opened for him, and pa.s.sed out, drawing a deep breath as he crossed the threshold and hurrying, it seemed to Weldon, down the corridor. Did he want to be rid of them? It seemed so.
There they were. All the directors but Webb. All that counted, that is. One would imagine it a meeting of the board. Then why was he here? Suddenly he lost himself in a great yawn, and realized that he was dying of sleepiness. Neither last night nor the night before had he closed his eyes.
"As there seems nothing more for me to do, gentlemen," he said abruptly, "I think I will go now. There is no more a.s.sistance----"
"Wait for Webb," cried Potter nervously, "wait, won't you? I--I insist on it!"
One felt really sorry for this rich, fat man. How ludicrously he resembled his caricatures!
"I really wish you would wait for Mr. Webb, Mr. Weldon," Dupont a.s.sured him, "it would be a great convenience. You could tell him just how it happened, you know. Just. You see, your being there, you know...."
"Of course I will stay, if you desire it," Weldon answered gravely, wondering if he could keep awake. His eyeb.a.l.l.s fairly dragged down.
The tall clock's tick confused itself with his thoughts: _one, two!
one, two! one, two!_ Suppose he were to run now, with the "memoranda, etc.," and take whatever Mr. Deeping had been going to take? That was folly, if the rest didn't know. Then he would be a common criminal.
If they did know, then he could leave his memoranda slip and they would understand and make up the sum amongst them. Let Webb and Potter fork out, for once. Let them bleed the depositors. _One, two! one, two!
one, two!_ Why not? why not? why not? His eyes fairly closed for a second.
But a soft click of the door opened them. There was no knocking here.
The curtain moved and Mr. Webb was in the room. Involuntarily they rose to meet him, and Fayles for the first time took his hands down.
Tall and unnaturally thin, his sallow cheeks framed in lank, sandy hair, his eyes turned down, it was hard to realise that this almost slouching fellow held the attention of the shrewd in these matters as the certain head of them all, when the present great leader should have dropped his sceptre. But this was the Webb in whose labyrinthine meshes the cartoonists delighted to picture the unhappy flies of their country's financial system; this was the weaver whose warp was of railroads and his woof the unhappy populace, in yet other pictorial fancies. This was that Webb before which many patient Penelopes had sat through many Sunday editions, dressed in stars and stripes, a sorrowing, perplexed America, and gaped to find it unwoven by day, though thick patterned with rich promises in the evening.
"All over, is it?" he said in his dry, sceptical voice, "too bad, too bad."
His eye shot out from its heavy lid and took them all in. It lingered on Weldon.
"This the young man with him at the time? Sudden shock, eh?"
Weldon told his story again. They had talked of business. The president had put his hand in his pocket. Handkerchief, probably. Had experienced some shock and fallen, dead-weight, on his bent arm. As you see him now. Unable to lift him. Notified Mr. Dupont immediately.
Nothing more.
"Dear, dear!" said Mr. Webb. "As quickly as that! Hard on you.
Nothing handy, I suppose; only window up and water and such things?"
For the life of him Weldon could not help the slow red in his face. He glanced at the window: it was locked. For Heaven's sake, why lie? He was no murderer. And yet--any one, _any one_ would have opened that window.
"I did what I could," he said in a low voice, "but it was plain that Mr. Deeping was dead. He never drew another breath."
"No brandy about, I suppose?" pursued Webb.
But Potter interrupted.
"For Heaven's sake, Webb," he implored, "let all that go! He's gone.
You know he never touched a drop of anything. Of course there was no brandy."
"Of course," Weldon interrupted, relieved. Every one knew the president's views on that subject; he had forgotten them.
"Of course," repeated Mr. Webb softly and glanced again at the window.
An intense irritation flared up in Weldon: this man flicked him on the raw with every syllable.
"If you have no further use for me, gentlemen," he began, but Webb waved his thin, small-boned hand negligently.
"One moment, Mr.--Mr. Weldon, I think? What business did you say you were discussing with my poor friend?"
Mr. Fayles took a quick step and grasped his colleague's arm.
"For G.o.d's sake, Webb," he muttered huskily, "look at us! Where are we? What's to be done? They've sent for the body by now."
Potter seized the other arm.
"Will you tell me what all this means, Webb?" he bl.u.s.tered, "what's the matter with Joe Fayles? Is it possible that--is anything----"
Webb's lids lifted and the snake-like swiftness of his glance at Fayles was not lost on the others.
"If Mr. Fayles," he began slowly, "has occupied himself in spreading the disquiet he has endured since he discovered (and imparted to me) the fact that my poor friend here carried a revolver about with him, he has done a mighty foolish job. That's all I have to say."
Even Dupont was alarmed now. It was with a grim amus.e.m.e.nt that Weldon watched them all. Dupont suspected Potter, was staring malevolently at him and chewing his slight moustache nervously. Potter never took his eyes from Fayles, whose clutch on Webb was the anguished clutch of the drowning man that has caught at sea-weeds. They seemed to Weldon like actors in a play, and he was the spectator. He observed them from his red plush seat, almost despising them for the entertainment they gave him. How absurd they were, with their dead president and their suspicions. They were mad to get at the pockets--he knew! But they hadn't the nerve. And Webb, crafty old Webb, was holding them in like dogs on a leash.
"Did he really carry a pistol?" he said gently, "let's see."
He leaned over the body.
"I wonder why he wanted the pistol pocket?" he went on casually, "any idea, Mr. Weldon?"
A tiny, fine chill tingled at Weldon's heels and flew up to his hair.
He had a sudden flas.h.i.+ng sense of being in a net that was softly tightening. In an agony of regret he wished that he had not that sheaf of "memoranda, etc." It was suddenly clear to him that he had stolen them.
"I have no idea, sir," his tongue answered stolidly.
"No, ... of course not," said Mr. Webb thoughtfully. "Well, gentlemen, I can't see the need for any more discussion. This is very deplorable--a great shock. He was very methodical and no doubt everything is in easy shape...."
They drew close to him and Weldon, though he caught the murmur of voices, distinguished nothing but the steady notes of the clock: _one, two! one, two!_ His head nodded a trifle and for one blissful second his eyelids fell. The clock began to strike eleven. _One!_ he struggled, but it was too sweet. _Two!_ He became dimly conscious of a rustling and movement by him. _Three!_ there was a light touch on his arm and Webb stood near the chair he had dropped into. The others must have gone.
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