The Dust of Conflict Part 5

"Still," said the girl softly, "it is true; but perhaps it isn't seemly that I should preach to you. Am I to conclude that if any odium follows your friend because he went out that night you could not dispel it?"

This left a loophole, which was unfortunate, because the man reflected that he could offer no convincing testimony as to what had really happened at the fir spinny.

"No," he said a trifle hoa.r.s.ely, "I could not."

Violet Wayne looked at him steadily, and Tony, who saw the gravity in her eyes, felt his heart thumping furiously. Then she said very slowly: "Since you have given me your word we will never mention this again."

Tony drew in his breath as he turned his head away. The crisis had pa.s.sed, and he knew that Violet Wayne believed him; but a little s.h.i.+ver ran through him, for he felt that he was committed to a course of deception now, and that if exposure came he could not face her scorn.

She was a proud woman, who seldom unbent even to him as she had done that evening, and his one impulse was to lead her thoughts as far from the question she had asked him as he conveniently could.

"You hinted that you had met men who would give up everything for-a fancy," he said. "Do I know them?"

"You know one. I think Bernard Appleby would sacrifice a good deal for a friend-or a woman he respected."

"He could not help it in your case. You could compel most men to do almost anything for you."

The girl shook her head. "Even if that is true it would not gratify me much," she said. "It is only those nearest and dearest to me I expect the most from, and that I am not worthy of it does not affect the case.

Still, I think we have talked sufficiently in this strain."

Tony rose and stooped over her chair, but the girl made a little restraining gesture, and he straightened himself again.

"No," she said quietly. "Not now, Tony. We are strange creatures; but I think if you had made me a confession a little while ago I could have forgiven you anything and kissed you afterwards."

Tony said nothing, and a maid came in with a light; but he spent a very unpleasant half-hour when Violet Wayne left him. Now it had slipped away unprofited by, he saw what that opportunity would have meant for him.

Tony was not clever, but he realized that fate does not give men such chances frequently.

IV - THE VERDICT

THE inquest on keeper Davidson was duly held, and at the commencement seemed likely to cause Tony Palliser less anxiety than he had expected.

There were reasons for this, and among them was the fact that the Pallisers had lived at Northrop for generations, and the fathers of the men who served them had watched their game and groomed their horses.

G.o.dfrey Palliser was also a liberal master, who seldom put an embargo on any man's perquisites; while Tony scattered pleasant words and silver with a tactful kindliness that made either doubly acceptable.

There was accordingly a desire to spare them unpleasantness in the minds of those who attended the informal courts of inquiry held at the "Black Bull," as the result of which the men who appeared to testify at the one sanctioned by the law of the land came there with convictions already formed, for Northrop village had thrashed out the question. Northrop knew all about Tony's flirtation with Lucy Davidson, but it also knew a good deal more about that lady than Tony did, and exculpated him. He had, it was true, been seen to give Davidson five pounds, but that was not an astonis.h.i.+ng thing when the friends he brought down had been enthusiastic over, the partridge shooting provided them; while there were not many men in his uncle's service he had not given sovereigns to.

The men remembered this, and hoped for more.

It was also known that he had not left his room on the eventful night, and though everybody was aware that Appleby had gone out, the guests at the hall were occasionally addicted to taking nocturnal strolls after an evening in the billiard room. Northrop accordingly knew just how much it meant to admit when it attended the inquest, and when the rustic mind adopts that att.i.tude there is nothing further to be extracted from it.

The coroner did not elucidate a great deal when he commenced his inquiry. Tony, who appeared distressed by the recollection, as indeed he was, deposed to the finding of the body and was corroborated by two of his friends. He was listened to sympathetically. Sergeant St.i.tt testified that he had found signs which apparently suggested a scuffle, but could not be certain there had been one. Then a hush of attention followed the appearance of the doctor. He alluded to certain bruises.

"The one upon the head was evidently caused by a fall upon a stone, which would, I think, alone have produced insensibility," he said. "The one upon the cheek was apparently the result of a blow from a stick, but it might have been occasioned by a fall."

"Would either of the blows alone have occasioned death?" asked a juryman.

"Not directly," said the doctor. "The cause of death was exhaustion resulting from immersion. A man who fell upon the boulders beneath the bridge and rolled into the water would be very likely to succ.u.mb in that fas.h.i.+on."

Two servants from the hall were called, and then Tony's man. "I saw Mr.

Appleby go out," he said. "It was about eleven o'clock, but might have been later. He took something from a rack which held sticks and riding- whips. He usually did take a stick. What do I mean by usually? Well, he would walk down the avenue and home by the footpath now and then just before he went to his room at night. I heard him come in about half an hour later. I noticed mud on his shoes and trousers next morning; but he would have to cross a wet place before he reached the lawn."

Everybody seemed satisfied; but there was a little murmur when Miss Wayne appeared, and somewhat indignant glances were cast upon Sergeant St.i.tt. She wore a veil, but she removed it when she turned to the jury; and it was in a clear, cold voice, which had a trace of haughtiness in it, she answered the questions asked her.

"I am. I believe, the last person Mr. Appleby spoke to before he went out," she said. "So far as I noticed he did not appear disturbed or in any way irritated. I met him at the head of the stairway."

"Was the meeting accidental?"

A faint trace of color crept into the girl's cheek, but it was in a clear, even voice she said: "He had given me to understand that he wished to see me."

"Had he anything in particular to say to you?"

One or two of the jury made it evident that they considered the question in bad taste, but there was a curious silence when it was seen that the witness hesitated.

"He asked me for ten pounds," she said.

Tony gasped when this was told him, and felt his face grow a trifle warm, while a little thrill of indignation ran through him. He had been pleased to see his friend and sweetheart on good terms, but that one should borrow ten pounds from the other suggested a degree of intimacy he had not contemplated.

"Do you know why he wanted the money?" asked the coroner.

The girl looked at him steadily, and n.o.body saw that her hands were trembling. "No," she said coldly. "That is, I do not know exactly. I had, however, asked him to do me a favor which might cost a little money, and surmised that he needed some. It was not quite certain that I should see him on the morrow."

"What was the favor?"

Violet Wayne straightened herself with an almost imperceptible movement, but there was a change in her pose, and she held her shapely head higher. "It had nothing to do with anything that could concern this inquiry," she said.

"You are on oath, Miss Wayne," said the coroner. "Remembering that, you are willing to repeat the a.s.surance you have just given me?"

"Yes," said the girl, standing very still, though every nerve in her was tingling. She long remembered the strain she underwent just then, but it was not until afterwards she was sorry that she had submitted to it. She did nothing by half, and her love for Tony carried an obligation with it. There were only one or two people, and Tony was not among them, who realized all that Violet Wayne was, but they paid her a respectful homage they offered to no other woman.

The coroner had not seen her until that morning, but her bearing, and perhaps her beauty, had an effect, for he signified that he was contented, and G.o.dfrey Palliser was called. He carried himself a trifle stiffly, and was as usual immaculate in dress while it was with a suggestion of carefully suppressed annoyance, which some of those present sympathized with, he gave his evidence.

Davidson had served him four years, he said. He frequently went round the woods at night, and had of late suspected that poachers had been at work about the fir spinny. So far as he knew, and he had made inquiries, n.o.body but Bernard Appleby, a relation of his own, and a young man of unimpeachable character, had gone out of his house on the night in question. Appleby had spent fourteen days at the hall and it was at least twelve months since he had stayed there before. It appeared unlikely that he should have intended to meet Davidson.

Palliser was followed by a teamster, whose evidence made an impression.

"I came out of the 'Black Bull' with Davidson at ten minutes to eleven,"

he said. "He wasn't exactly what one would call sober, though a man who didn't know him wouldn't have noticed it. He told me he was going round by the fir spinny to see if he could catch somebody who'd been laying snares. I told him to be careful he didn't pitch over the footbridge."

Most of those present were sensible of a little relief. Nothing unpleasant could, it seemed, transpire now, and the jury, who waited for Appleby to inform them that he had seen nothing of Davidson during his stroll, began to see what their verdict would be. There was also no great show of interest when the coroner asked for Bernard Appleby.

He asked twice, however, and there was no answer, while the jury exchanged significant glances when five minutes pa.s.sed and the witness did not appear. Then there was a curious silence as Sergeant St.i.tt, flushed with haste, came in.

"Mr. Appleby was duly summoned, sir," he said. "I have just received this telegram from the solicitors he is engaged with."

n.o.body moved while the coroner opened the message, and there was deep stillness as he read aloud: "In reply to inquiry Appleby has not resumed his duties here as expected. Have no clue to his whereabouts. Anxious for information."

"It will be the duty of the police to discover them as soon as possible," he said. "Have you any notion, Sergeant St.i.tt?"