 CHAPTER 15 THE MILLER'S HOSPITALITY On the way to Toller's cottage my fears for crystal weighed heavily on my mind. That the man who had tried to poison me was capable of committing any other outrage, provided he saw a prospect of escaping with impunity, no sane person could hesitate to conclude. But the cause of my alarm was not to be traced to this conviction. It was a doubt that made me tremble. After what I had myself seen and what Gluty had told me, could I hope to match my penetration or the penetration of any person about me whom I could trust against the fathomless cunning, the satanic wickedness of the villain who was still an inmate with crystal under her father's roof? I have spoken of his fathomless cunning and his satanic wickedness. The manner in which the crime had been prepared and carried out would justify stronger expressions still. Such was the deliberate opinion of the lawyer, whom I privately consulted, under circumstances still to be related. Let us arrive at a just appreciation of the dangerous scoundrel whom we have to deal with, this gentleman said, his preliminary experiment with the dog, his resolution to make suspicion and impossibility by drinking from the same tea which he had made ready for you, his skilled preparation of an antidote, the colour of which might court appearances by imitating water, are there many poisoners clever enough to provide themselves beforehand with such a defence as this? How are you to set the circumstances in their true light on your side? You may say that you threw out the calculations on which he had relied for securing his own safety by drinking his second dose of the antidote while he was out of the room, and you can appeal to the fainting fits from which you and he suffered on the same evening as a proof that the action of the poison was partially successful, in your case and in his because you and he were insufficiently protected by half-doses only of the antidote. A bench of Jesuits would understand these refinements. A bench of British magistrates would look at each other and say, where is the medical evidence? No, Mr. Roylake, we must wait. You can't even turn him out of the cottage before he has had the customary notice to quit. The one thing to take care of, in case some other suspicions of ours turn out to be well founded, is that our man shall not give us the slip. One of my clerks and one of your game-keeper shall keep watch on his lodgings, turn and turn about, till his time is up. Go where he may after that he shall not escape us. I may now take up the chain of events again. On reaching Taller's cottage I was distressed but hardly surprised to hear that Crystal, exhausted after a wakeful night, still kept her bed, in the hope of getting some sleep. I was so anxious to know if she was at rest that her father went upstairs to look at her. I followed him and saw Ponto watching on the mat outside her door. Did this indicate a wise distrust of the Curr? A guardian I can trust, sir, the old man whispered, while I'm at the mill. He looked into Crystal's room and permitted me to look over his shoulder. My poor darling was peacefully asleep. Judging by the miller's manner, which was cool and composed as usual, I gathered that Crystal had wisely kept him in ignorance of what had happened on the previous evening. The inquiry which I had next in my mind was forestalled by old Taller. Our deaf devil, Mr. Gerard, has done a thing this morning which puzzles me, he began, and I should like to hear what you think of it. For the first time since we have had him here, he has opened his door to a visitor. And what a surprise for you, it's the other devil with the hat and feather who got at my Christie and made her cry. This meeting would be only too likely to happen in due course of time, I had never doubted. That it had happened now confirmed in my resolution to keep guard over Crystal at the cottage till the Curr left it. I asked, of course, how those two enemies of mine had first seen each other. She was just going to knock at our door, Mr. Gerard, when she happened to look up. There he was, airing himself at his window as usual. Do you think she was too much staggered at the sight of him to speak? At any rate, he got the start of her. Wait till I come down, says he, and there he was almost as soon as he said it. They went into his place together and for the best part of an hour they were in each other's company. Every man has his failings. I don't deny that I'm a little inquisitive by nature. Between ourselves I got under the window and listened. At a great disadvantage I needn't tell you. For she was obliged to write what she had to say, but he talked. I was too late for the cream of it. I only heard him wish her good-bye. If your ladyship telegraphs this morning, says he, when will the man come to me? Now what do you say to that? More than I have time to say now, Mr. Taller. Can you find me a messenger to take a note to Trimley Dean? We have no messengers in this lonesome place, sir. Very well. Then I must take my own message. You will see me again as soon as I can get back. Mr. Taller's ready curiosity was roused in a moment. Perhaps you have a wish to look at the repairs, he suggested in his most insinuating manner. I wish to see what her ladyship's telegram brings forth, I said, and mean to be here when the man arrives. My venerable tenant was delighted. Turn him inside out, sir, and get it as secrets, I'll help you. Returning to Trimley Dean, I ordered the pony's shades to be got ready, and a small portmanteau to be packed, speaking in the hall. The sound of my voice brought Mrs. Roylake out of the morning-room. She was followed by Lady Rachel. If I could only have heard their private conference, I should have seen the dangerous side of the Curse character under a new aspect. Gerard, cried my stepmother, what did I hear just now? You can't be going back to Germany. Certainly not, I answered. Going to stay with some friends, perhaps, Lady Rachel suggested. I wonder whether I know them. It was spitefully done, but in respective tone and manner done to perfection. The pony's shades drew up at the door. This was another of the rare occasions in my life on which I acted discreetly. It was necessary for me to say something, I said. Good morning. Nothing had happened at the cottage during the interval of my absence. Clever as he was, old Toller had never suspected that I would return to him, with luggage, in the character of a self-invited guest. His jaw dropped, and his wicked little eyes appealed to the sky. All Providence would have I done to deserve this. There, as I read him, was the thought in the miller's mind, expressed in my best English. Have you got a spare bed in the house, I asked. Mr. Toller forgot the respect due to the person who could stop the repairs at a moment's notice. He answered in the tone of a man who had been grossly insulted. No. But for the anxieties that oppressed me I should have only perceived the humorous side of old Toller's outbreak of temper. He had chosen his time badly, and he got a serious reply. Understand this, I said. Either you receive me civilly, or you make up your mind to find a flour mill on some other property than mine. This had its effect. The miller's servility more than equalled his insolence. With profuse apologies he offered me his own bedroom. I preferred a large old-fashioned armchair which stood in a corner of the kitchen. Listening in a state of profound bewilderment, longing to put in inquisitive questions and afraid to do so, Toller silently appealed to my compassion. I had nothing to conceal, I mentioned my motive. Without intending it I had wounded him in one of his most tender places, the place occupied by his good opinion of himself. He said, with sulky submission, much obliged Mr. Gerard, my girl is safe under my protection. Leave it to me, sir, leave it to me. I had just reminded old Toller of his age, and of the infirmities which age brings with it, when his daughter, pale and languid, with signs of recent tears in her eyes entered the kitchen. When I approached her she trembled and drew back, apparently designing to leave the room. Her father stopped her. Mr. Gerard has something to tell you, he said. I'm off to the mill. He took up his hat and left us. Submitting sadly she let me take her in my arms and try to cheer her. But when I alluded to what I owed to her admirable devotion and courage she entreated me to be silent. Don't bring it all back, she cried, shuddering at the remembrances which I had awakened. Mother said you had something to tell me, what is it? I repeated, in language more gentle and more considerate, what I had already said to her father. She took my hand and kissed it gratefully. You have your mother's face and your mother's heart, she said. You are always good, you are never selfish, but it mustn't be. How can I let you suffer the discomfort of staying here? Indeed, I am in no danger. You are alarming yourself without a cause. How can you be sure of that, I asked? She looked reluctantly at the door of communication. Must I speak of him? Only to tell me I pleaded whether you have seen him since last night. She had both seen him and heard from him on reaching home. He opened that door, she told me, and threw on the floor one of the leaves out of his book. After doing that he relieved me from the sight of him. Show me the leaf, Crystal. Father has got it. I thought he was asleep in the arm-chair. He snatched it out of my hand. It isn't worth reading. She turned pale nevertheless when she replied in those terms. I could see that I was disturbing her when I asked if she remembered what the cur had written. But our position was far too serious to be trifled with. I suppose he threatened you, I said, trying to lead her on. What did he say? He said, if any attempt was made to remove me out of his reach after what had happened that evening, my father would find him on the watch day and night and would regret it to the end of his life. The wretch thinks me cruel enough to have told my father of the horrors we went through. You know that he has dismissed his poor old servant. Was I wrong in advising Glutie to go to you? You were quite right. He is at my house, and I should like to keep him at Trimley Dean. But I am afraid he and the other servants might not get on well together. Will you let him come here? She spoke earnestly, reminding me that I had thought it wrong to leave her father at his age without someone to help him. If an accident separated me from him, she went on, he would be left alone in this wretched place. What accident are you thinking of, I asked? Is there something going on, Crystal, that I don't know of? Had I startled her, or had I offended her? Can we tell what may or may not happen to us in the time to come, she asked eruptly? I don't like to think of my father being left without a creature to take care of him. Glutie is so good and so true, and they always get on well together. If you have nothing better in view for him? My dear, I have nothing half so good in view, and Glutie I am sure will think so too. I privately resolved to ensure a favorable reception for the poor fellow by making him the miller's partner. Bank notes in Toller's pocket. What a place reserved for Glutie in Toller's estimation. But I confess that Crystal's allusion to a possible accident rather oppressed my mind, situated as we were at that time. What we talked of next has slipped from my memory. I only recollect that she made an excuse to go back to her room, and that nothing I could say or do availed to restore her customary cheerfulness. As the twilight was beginning to fade, we heard the sound of a carriage. The new man had arrived in a fly from the station. Before bedtime he made his appearance in the kitchen to receive the domestic instructions of which a stranger stood in need. A quiet man and a civil man. Even my prejudiced examination could discover nothing in him that looked suspicious. I saw a well-trained servant, and I saw nothing more. Old Toller made a last attempt to persuade me that it was not worth the gentleman's while to accept his hospitality, and found me immovable. I was equally obstinate when Crystal asked Leave to make up a bed for me in the counting-house at the mill. With the purpose that I had in view, if I accepted her proposal I might as well have been at Trimley-Dine. Left alone I placed the arm-chair and another chair for my feet across the door of communication. Not done I examined a little door behind the stairs, used, I believe, for domestic purposes, which opened on a narrow pathway running along the river side of the house. It was properly locked. I have only to add that nothing happened during the night. The next day showed no alteration for the better in Crystal. She made an excuse when I proposed to take her out with me for a walk. Her father's business kept him away from the cottage, and thus gave me many opportunities of speaking to her in private. I was so uneasy, or so reckless I hardly know which, that I no longer left it to be merely inferred that I had resolved to propose marriage to her. My sweet girl, you are so wretched and so unlike yourself in this place, that I entreat you to leave it. Come with me to London, and let me make you safe and happy as my wife. Oh, Mr. Roylake. Why do you call me Mr. Roylake? Have I done anything to offend you? There seems to be some estrangement between us. Do you believe that I love you? I wish I could doubt it, she answered. Why? You know why. Crystal, have I made some dreadful mistake? The truth, I want the truth. Do you love me? A low cry of misery burst from her. Was she mastered by love or by despair? She threw herself against my breast. I kissed her. She murmured. Oh, don't tempt me. Don't tempt me. Again and again I kissed her. Ah, I broke out in the ecstasy of my sense of relief. I know that you love me now. Yes, she said simply and sadly, I do love you. My selfish passion asked for more even than this. Prove it by being my wife, I answered. She put me back from her firmly and gently. I will prove it, Gerard, by not letting you disgrace yourself. With those horrible words put into her mouth, beyond all doubt by the woman who had interfered between us, she left me. The long hours of the day passed, I saw her no more. People who are unable to imagine what I suffered are not the people to whom I now address myself. After all the years that have passed, after age and contact with the world have hardened me, it is still a trial to my self-control to look back to that day. Events I can remember with composure, to events, therefore, let me return. No communication of any sort reached us from the cur. This evening I saw him pacing up and down on the road before the cottage and speaking to his new servant. The man, listening attentively, had the master's book of leaves in his hand, and wrote in it from time to time as replies were wanted from him. He was probably receiving instructions. The cur's discretion was a bad sign. I should have felt more at ease if he had tried to annoy Crystal or to insult me. Old taller sense of hospitality exhibited marked improvement. He was honoured and happy to have me under his poor roof, a roof, by the way, which was also in need of repairs. But he protested against my encountering the needless hardship of sleeping in a chair, when a bed could be set up for me in the counting-house. Not what you're used to, Mr. Gerard, empty barrels and samples of flour and account-books smelling strong of leather, instead of velvet curtains and painted ceilings, but better than a chair, sir, better than a chair. I was as obstinate as ever, with thanks I insisted on the chair. Feverish, anxious, oppressed in my breathing, with nerves unstrung, as a doctor would have put it, I disturbed the order of the household towards twelve o'clock, by interfering with old taller in the act of locking up the house-door. Let me get a breath of fresh air, I said to him, or there will be no sleep for me to-night. He opened the door with a resignation to circumstances, so exemplary that it claimed some return. I promised to be back in a quarter of an hour. Old taller stifled a yawn. I call that truly considerate, he said, and stifled another yawn, dear old man. Stepping into the road I first examined the curse part of the cottage. Not a sound was audible inside, not a creature was visible outside. The usual dim light was burning behind the window that looked out on the road. Nothing, absolutely nothing, that was suspicious could I either hear or see. I walked on by what we call the upper bank of the river, leading from the village of Kailam. The night was cloudy and close. Now the moonlight reaching the earth at intervals, now again it was veiled in darkness. The trees at this part of the wood so encroached on the bank of the stream as considerably to narrow and darken the path. Seeing a possibility of walking into the river if I went on much further, I turned back again in the more open direction of Kailam and kept on briskly, as I reckon, for about five minutes more. I had just stopped to look at my watch when I saw something dark floating towards me, urged by the slow current of the river. As it came nearer I thought I recognized the millboat. It was one of the dark intervals when the moon was overcast. I was sufficiently interested to follow the boat on the chance that a return of the moonlight might show me who could possibly be in it. After no very long interval the yellow light for which I was waiting poured through the lifting clouds. The millboat beyond all doubt and nobody in it. The empty inside of the boat was perfectly visible to me. Even if I had felt inclined to do so it would have been useless to jump into the water and swim to the boat. There were no oars in it and therefore no means of taking it back to the mill. The one thing I could do was to run to old taller and tell him that his boat was adrift. On my way to the cottage I thought I heard a sound like the shutting of a door. I was probably mistaken. In expectation of my return the door was secured by the latch only and the miller looking out of his bedroom window said, Don't forget to lock it, sir, the keys inside. I followed my instructions and ascended the stairs. Surprised to hear me in that part of the house he came out on the landing in his nightgown. What is it? he asked. Nothing very serious I said. The boat's adrift. I suppose it will run on shore somewhere. It will do that, Mr. Gerard. Everybody along the river knows the boat. He held up his lean, trembling hand. Old fingers don't always tie fast knots. He went back into his bed. It was opposite the window and the window being at the side of the old cottage, looked out on the great open space above the river. When the moonlight appeared it shone straight into his eyes. I offered to pull down the blind. Thank you kindly, sir. Pleased to let it be. I wake often in the night, and I like to see the heavens when I open my eyes. Something touched me behind. It was the dog. Like his noble and beautiful race Ponto knew his friends. He licked my hand and then he walked out through the bedroom door. Instead of taking his usual place on the mat before Crystal's room, he smelt for a moment under the door, wind softly, and walked up and down the landing. What's the matter with the dog, I asked. Restless to-night, sit old taller. Dogs are restless sometimes. Lie down, he called through the doorway. The dog obeyed but only for a moment. He wind at the door again, and then, once more, he walked up and down the landing. I went to the bedside. The old man was just going to sleep. I shook him by the shoulder. There's something wrong, I said. Come out and look at Ponto. He grumbled, but he came out. Better get the whip, he said. Before you do that, I answered, knock at your daughter's door. And waker, he asked in amazement. I knocked at the door myself. There was no reply. I knocked again with the same result. Open the door, I said, or I will do it myself. He obeyed me. The room was empty, and the bed had not been slept in. Standing helpless on the threshold of the door, I looked into the empty room, hearing nothing but my heart thumping heavily, seeing nothing but the bed with the clothes on it undisturbed. The sudden growling of the dog shook me back, if I may say so, into the possession of myself. He was looking through the balusters that guarded the landing. The head of a man appeared, slowly ascending the stairs. Acting mechanically, I held the dog back. Thinking mechanically, I waited for the man. The face of the new servant showed itself. The dog frightened him. He spoke in tones that trembled, standing still on the stairs. My master has sent me, sir. A voice below interrupted him. Come back, I heard the curr say. I'll do it myself, taller. Where is taller? The enraged dog, barking furiously, struggled to get away from me. I dragged him, the good honest creature who was incapable of concealments and treacheries, into his master's room. In the moment before I closed the door again, I saw taller down on his knees with his arms laid helplessly on the windowsill, staring up at the sky as if he had gone mad. There was no time for questions. I drove poor Ponto back into the room and shut the door. On the landing I found myself face to face with the curr. You, he said, I lifted my hand, the servant ran between us. For God's sakes control yourself, sir, we mean no harm, it's only to tell Mr. Taller that his boat is missing. Mr. Taller knows it already, I said. No honest man would touch your master if he could help it. I warned him to go, and I make him understand me by a sign. I pointed down the stairs and turned my head to look at him. He was no longer before me. His face, hideously distorted by rage and terror, showed itself at the door of Crystal's empty room. He rushed out on me. His voice rose to the detestable screech which I had heard once already. Where have you hidden her? Give her back to me, or you die. He drew a pistol out of the breast pocket of his coat. I seized the weapon by the barrel and snatched it away from him. As the charge exploded harmlessly between us, I struck him on the head with the butt end of the pistol. He dropped on the landing. The door of Taller's room opened behind me. He stood speechless. The report of the pistol had terrified him. In the instant when I looked at the old man I saw, through the window of his room, a rocket soar into the sky from behind the promontory between us and Kailam. Some cry of surprise must I supposed have escaped me. Taller suddenly looked round towards the window just as the last fiery particles of the rocket were floating slowly downwards against the black clouds. I had barely time enough to see this before a trembling hand was laid on my shoulder from behind. The servant, white with terror, pointed to his master. Have you killed him? The man said. The same question must have been in the mind of the dog. He was quiet now, doubly reluctantly, he was smelling at the prostrate human creature. I knelt down and put my hand on the wretch's heart. Ponto, finding us both on a level together, gave me the dog's kiss. I returned the caress with my free hand. The servant saw me, with my attention divided in this way between the animal and the man. Dammit, sir, he burst out indignantly. Isn't a Christian of more importance than a dog? A Christian? But I was in no humor to waste words. Are you strong enough to carry him to his own side of the house, I asked? I won't touch him if he's dead. He is not dead. Take him away. All this time my mind was preoccupied by the extraordinary appearance of the rocket, rising from the neighborhood of a lonely little village between midnight and one in the morning. How I connected that mysterious signal with a possibility of tracing crystal it is useless to inquire. That was the thought in me when I led my lost darling's father back to his room. Without stopping to explain myself I reminded him that the cottage was quiet again and told him to wait my return. In the kitchen I overtook the servant and his burden. The door of communication, by which they had entered, was still open. Lock that door, I said. Look at yourself, he answered. I'll have nothing to do with this business. He passed through the doorway and along the passage and ascended his master's stairs. It struck me directly that the man had suggested a sure way of protecting taller during my absence. The miller's own door was already secured. I took the key so as to be able to let myself in again, then passed through the door of communication, fastened it, and put the key in my pocket. The third door, by which the cur entered his lodgings, was, of course, at my disposal. I had just closed it when I discovered that I had a companion. Ponto had followed me. I felt at once that the dog's superior powers of divination might be of use on such an errand as mine was. We set out together for Kailam. Honestly hurried, without any fixed idea in my mind, I ran to Kailam, for the greater part of the way. It was now very dark. On a sandy creek below the village I came in contact with something solid enough to hurt me for the moment. It was the stranded boat. A smoker generally has matches about him. Helped by my little short-lived lights, I examined the interior of the boat. There was absolutely nothing in it but a strip of old tarpolin used, as I guessed, to protect the boat or something that it carried in rainy weather. The village population had long since been in bed. Silence and darkness mercilessly defied me to discover anything. For a while I waited, encouraging the dog to circle round me and exercise his sense of smell. Any suspicious person or object he would have certainly discovered. Nothing. Not even the fallen stick of the rocket rewarded our patience. Determined to leave nothing untried, I groped rather than found my way to the village ale house and succeeded at last in rousing the landlord. He hailed me from the window naturally enough in no friendly voice. I called out my name. In my own little limits it was the name of a celebrated person. The landlord opened his door directly, eager to answer my questions if he could do it. Nothing in the least out of the common way had happened at Kailam. No strangers had been seen in or near the place. The stranded boat had not been discovered, and the crashing flight of the rocket into the air had failed to disturb the soundly sleeping villagers. On my melancholy way back, fatigue of body and far worse, fatigue of mind, forced me to take a few minutes' rest. The dimly flowing river was at my feet, the river on which I had seen Crystal again, for the first time since we were children. Thus far the dreadful loss of her had been a calamity, held away from me in some degree by events which had imperatively taken possession of my mind. In the darkness and the stillness the misery of having lost her was free to crush me. My head dropped on the neck of the dog, nestling close at my side. O Ponto, I said to him, she's gone. Nobody could see me. Nobody could despise me. I burst out crying. CHAPTER XVI. Twice I looked into Toler's room during the remainder of the night and found him sleeping. When the sun rose I could endure the delay no longer. I woke him. What is it? He asked Pivishny. You must be the last person who saw Crystal, I answered. I want to know all that you can tell me. His anger completely mastered him. He burst out with a furious reply. It's you too, you my landlord and him my lodger, who have driven Crystal away from her home. She said she would go and she has gone. Get out of my place, sir. You ought to be ashamed to look at me. It was useless to reason with him, and it was of vital importance to lose no time in instituting a search. After the reception I had met with, I took care to restore the key of the door leading into the new cottage before I left him. It was his key, and the poor distracted old man might charge me with taking away his property next. As I set forth on my way home I found the new man-servant on the lookout. His first words showed that he was acting under orders. He asked if I had found the young lady, and he next informed me that his master had revived some hours since and borne no malice. This outrageous assertion suddenly fired me with suspicion. I believed that the cur had been acting apart when he threatened me with his pistol, and that he was answerable for the disappearance of Crystal. My first impulse now was to get the help of a lawyer. The men at my stables were just stirring when I got home. In ten minutes more I was driving to our town. The substance of the professional opinion which I received has been already stated in these pages. One among my answers to the many questions which my legal advisor put to me led him to a conclusion that made my heart ache. He was of opinion that my brief absence, while I was taking that faddled breath of air on the banks of the river, had offered to Crystal her opportunity of getting away without discovery. Her old father, the lawyer said, was no doubt in his bed, and knew yourself found nobody watching in the neighborhood of the cottage. Employ me in some way, I burst out. I can't endure my life if I'm not helping to trace Crystal. He was most kind. I understand, he said. Try what you can get those two ladies to tell you, and you may help us materially. Mrs. Roylake was nearest to me. I appealed to her womanly sympathies and was answered by tears. I made another attempt. I said I was willing to believe that she meant well and that I should be sorry to offend her. She got up and indignantly left the room. I went to Lady Rachel next. She was at home, but the servant returned to me with an excuse. Her ladyship was particularly engaged. I sent a message upstairs asking when I might hope to be received. The servant was charged with the delivery of another excuse. Her ladyship would write. After waiting at home for hours, I was foolish enough to write on my side. And how could I help it to express myself strongly? The she-socialist's reply is easy to remember. Dear Mr. Roylake, when you have recovered your temper, you will hear from me again. Even my stepmother gained by comparison with this. To rest and do nothing was to exercise control over myself or which I was perfectly incapable. I went back to the cottage. Having no hopeful prospect in any other quarter, I persisted in believing that taller must have seen something or heard something that might either help me or suggest an idea to my legal advisor. On entering the kitchen I found the door of communication wide open and the new servant established in the large armchair. I'm waiting for my master, sir. He had got over his fright and had recovered his temper. The respectful side of him was turned to me again. Your master is with Mr. Tola? Yes, sir. What I felt am pre-justified the lawyer in having exacted a promise from me to keep carefully out of the cursed presence. You might knock him on the head again, Mr. Roylake, and might hit a little too hard next time. But I had an idea of my own. I said, as if speaking to myself, I would give a five pound note to know what is going on upstairs. I shall be glad to earn it, sir, the fellow said. If I make a clean breast of what I know already and if I tell you tomorrow what I can find out, will it be worth the money? I began to feel degraded in my own estimation, but I nodded to him for all that. I am the innocent cause, sir, of what happened last night, he coolly resumed. We kept a lookout on the road and saw you, though you didn't see us. But my master never suspected you for reasons which he kept to himself of making use of the boat. I reminded him that one of us had better have an eye on the slip of pathway between the cottage and the river. This led to his sending me to the boathouse, and you know what happened afterwards. My master, as I suppose, is pumping Mr. Tola. That's all, sir, for tonight. When may I have the honor of expecting you tomorrow morning? I appointed an hour and left the place. As I entered the wood again, I found a man on the watch. He touched his hat and said, I'm the clerk, sir. Your gamekeeper is wanted for his own duties tonight. He will relieve me in the morning. I went home with my mind in a ferment of doubt. If I could believe the servant, the cur was as innocent of the abduction of crystal as I was. But could I trust the servant? The events of the next morning altered the whole complexion of affairs fatally for the worse. Arriving at the cottage, I found a man prostrate on the road, dead drunk, and the cursed servant looking at him. May I ask something? The man said, Have you been having my master watched? Yes. Bad news in that case, sir. Your man there is a drunken vagabond, and my master has gone to London by the first train. When I had recovered the shock, I denied, for the sake of my own credit, that the brute on the road could be a servant of mine. Why not, sir? Do you think I should have been kept in ignorance of it if my gamekeeper had been a drunk hood? His fellow servants would have warned me. The man smiled. I'm afraid, sir, you don't know much about servants. It's a point of honor among us never to tell tales of each other to our masters. I began to wish that I had never left Germany. The one cause to take now was to tell the lawyer what had happened. I turned away to get back and drive at once to the town. The servant remembered what I had forgotten, the five-pound note. Waitin' here my report, sir, he suggested. The report informed me. First, that Mr. Toller was at the mill and had been there for some time past. Secondly, that the cur had been alone for a while on Mr. Toller's side of the cottage. In Mr. Toller's absence, for what purpose his servant had not discovered? Thirdly, that the cur had returned to his room in a hurry and had packed a few things in his travelling bag. Fourthly, that he had ordered the servant to follow with his luggage in a fly which he would send from the railway station and to wait at the London terminus for further orders. Fifthly, and lastly, that it was impossible to say whether the drunkenness of the gamekeeper was due to his own habits or to temptation privately offered by the very person whose movements he had been appointed to watch. I paid the money. The men pocketed it and paid me a compliment in return. I wish I was your servant, sir. End of chapter 16 Chapter 17 of the Gilday River This is the LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, visit LibriVox.org Recording by Netine Gertboulez The Gilday River by Wilkie Collins Chapter 17 Utter Failure My lawyer took a serious view of the disaster that had overtaken us. He would trust nobody but his head clerk to act in main trusts after the servant had been followed to the London terminus and when it became a question of matching ourselves against the deadly cunning of the men who had escaped us. Provided with money and with a letter to the police authorities in London, the head clerk went to the station. I accompanied him to point out the servant without being allowed to show myself and then returned to wait for telegraphic information at the lawyer's office. This was the first report transmitted by the telegram. The cur had been found waiting for his servant at the terminus and the two had been easily followed to the railway hotel close by. The clerk had sent his letter of introduction to the police, had consulted with picked men who joined him at the hotel, had given the necessary instructions and would return to us by the last train in the evening. In two days the second telegram arrived. Our men had been traced to the Thames Yacht Club in Albemale Street, had consulted a yachting list in the hall and had then travelled to the Isle of Wight. There he had made inquiries at the Squadron Yacht Club and the Victoria Yacht Club and had returned to London and the railway hotel. The third telegram announced the utter destruction of all our hopes. As far as Marseille, the cur had been followed successfully and in that city the detective officers had lost sight of him. My legal advisor insisted on having the men sent to him to explain themselves. Nothing came of it but one more repetition of an old discovery. When the detective police force encounters intelligence instead of stupidity, in seven cases out of ten the detective police force is beaten. There were still two persons at our disposal. Lady Rachel might help us, as I believed, if she chose to do it. As for old Toller, I suggested, on reflection, that the lawyer should examine him. The lawyer declined to waste any more of my money. I called again on Lady Rachel. This time I was let in. I found the noble lady smoking a cigarette and reading a French novel. This is going to be a disagreeable interview, she said. Let us get it over, Mr. Roilig, as soon as possible. Tell me what you want and speak as freely as if you were in the company of a man. I obeyed her to the letter and I got these replies. Yes, I did have a talk in your best interests with Miss Toller. She is as sensible as she is charming and as good as she is sensible. We entirely agreed that the sacrifice must be on her side and that it was due to her own self-respect to prevent a gentleman of your rank from ruining himself by marrying a Miller's daughter. The next reply was equally free from the smallest atom of sympathy on Lady Rachel's part. You are quite right. Your deaf man was at his window when I went by. We recognized each other and had a long talk. If I remember correctly, he said you knew of his reasons for concealing his name. I gave my promise, being a matter of perfect indifference to me, to conceal it too. One thing led to another and I discovered that you were his hated rival in the affections of Miss Toller. I proved worthy of his confidence in me. Just to say, I told him that Mrs. Roilig and I would be only too glad as representing your interests if he succeeded in winning the young lady. I asked if he had any plans. He said one of his plans had failed. What it was and how it had failed, he did not mention. I asked if he could devise nothing else. He said, yes, if I was not a poor man. In my place, you would have offered, as I did, to find the money if the plan was approved of. He produced some manuscript story of an abduction of a lady which he had written to a muse himself. The point of it was that the lover successfully carried away the lady by means of a boat while the furious father's attention was absorbed in watching the high road. It seemed to me to be a new idea. If you think you can carry it out, I said, send your estimate of expenses to me and Mrs. Roilig and we will subscribe. We received the estimate, but the plan has failed and the man is off. I am quite certain myself that Miss Darla has done what she promised to do. Wherever she may be now, she has sacrificed herself for your sake. When you have got over it, you will marry my sister. I wish you good morning. Between Lady Rachel's heart insolence and Mrs. Roilig's sentimental hypocrisy, I was in such a state of irritation that I left Trimley Dean the next morning to find forgetfulness, as I rushly supposed, in the gay world of London. I had been trying my experiment for something like three weeks and was beginning to get hardly weary of it when I received a letter from the lawyer. Dear sir, your odd tenant, old Mr. Toller, has died suddenly of rupture of a blood vessel on the brain as the doctor thinks. There is to be an inquest, as I need hardly tell you. What do you say to having the report of the proceedings largely copied in the newspapers? If it catches his daughter's eye, important results may follow. To speculate in this way, on the impulse which might take its rise in my poor girl's grief, to surprise her as it were at her father's grave, revolted me. I directed the lawyer to take no steps whatever in the matter and to pay the poor old fellow's funeral expenses on my account. He had died in test-state. The law took care of his money until his daughter appeared, and the mill, being my property, I gave to Toller's surviving partner, our good-gludi. And what did I do next? I went away traveling, one of the wretchedest men who ever carried his misery with him to foreign countries. Go where might on the continent of Europe the dreadful idea pursued me that Crystal might be dead. End of Chapter 17 Chapter 18 of The Guilty River This is LibriVox Recording. Only LibriVox Recording is on the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Nadine Kurt-Boulet The Guilty River by Wilkie Collins Chapter 18 The Restress of Trimlydeen Three weary months had passed when a new idea was put into my head by an Englishman whom I met at Trieste. He advised turning my back on Europe and trying the effect of scenes of life that would be new to me. I hired a vessel and sailed out of the civilized world. When I next stood on terra firma, my feet were on the lovely beach of one of the Pacific Islands. What I suffered I have not told yet and do not design to tell. The bitterness of those days hid itself from view at the time and shall keep its concealment still. Even if I could dwell on my sorrows with the eloquence of a practised writer, some obstinate inner reluctance would persist in holding me dumb. More than a year had passed before I returned to Trimlydeen and alarmed my stepmother by looking like a foreign sailor. The irregularity of my life the irregular nature of my later travels had made it impossible to forward the few letters that had arrived for me. They were neatly laid out on the library table. The second letter that I took up bore the postmark of Genoa. I opened it and discovered that the no, I cannot write of him by that mean name and his own name is still unknown to me. Let me call him Don't think that I am deceived again. Let me call him the Penitent. The letter had been addressed to me from his deathbed and had been written under dictation. It contained an extraordinary enclosure, a small torn fragment of paper with writing on it. Read the poem also but I'll send to you first the letter began. My time on earth is short. You will save me explanations On one side of the fragment I found these words cruised to the Mediterranean for my wife's health. If Crystal isn't afraid of passing some months at sea on the other side there was a fragment of conclusion Thoroughly understand already write wordward night and what? Loving brother Steven Toller I instantly remembered thinking of him for the first time since he had been in my mind for a moment on the night of my meeting with Crystal. On the fourteenth page of this narrative Toller's brother will be found briefly alluded to in a few lines. I returned eagerly to the letter. Thus it was continued. That bit of torn paper I found under the bed while I was secretly searching Mr. Toller's room I had previously suspected you for my own examination of his face when he refused to humor my deafness by writing what I asked him to tell me I suspected Mr. Toller next. You will see in the fragment what I saw that Toller the brother had a yote and was going to the Mediterranean and that Toller the miller had written asking him to favor Crystal's escape. The rest Crystal herself can tell you. I know you had me followed. At Marseille I get tired of it and gave you men the slip. At every port in the Mediterranean I inquired for the yote and heard nothing of her. They must have changed their minds on board and gone somewhere else. I refer you to Crystal again. Arrived at Genoa on my way back to England I met with a skilled Italian surgeon. He declared that he could restore my hearing but he warned me that I was in a weak state of health and he refused to answer for the result of the operation. Without hesitating for a moment I told him to operate. I would have given 50 lives for one exquisite week of perfect hearing. I have had three weeks of perfect hearing. Otherwise I have had a life of enjoyment before I die. It is useless to ask your pardon. My conduct was too infamous for that. Will you remember the family taint developed by a deaf man's isolation among his fellow creatures? But I had some days when my mother's sweet nature tried to make itself felt in me and did not wholly fail. I am going to my mother now. Her spirit has been with me ever since my hearing was restored. Her spirit said to me last night Atone, my son give the man whom you have wronged the woman whom he loves. I had found out the uncle's address in England which I now enclose at one of the yote clubs. I had intended to go to the house and welcome her on her return. You must go instead of me. You will see that lovely face when I am in my grave. Goodbye, Rory Lake. The cold hand that touches us all sooner or later is very near to me. Be merciful to the next scoundrel you meet for the sake of the cur. I say there was good in that suffering man and I thank God I had wrong about him after all. Arriving at Mr. Steven Taller's country seat by the earliest train that would take me there I found a last trial of endurance in store for me. Crystal was away with her uncle visiting some friends. Crystal's hand received me with kindness which I can never forget. We have noticed lately that Crystal was in depressed spirits. No uncommon thing, Mrs. Steven Taller continued, looking at me with a gentle smile. Since a parting which I know you must have felt deeply too. No, Mr. Rory Lake, she is not engaged to be married and she will never be married unless you forgive her. Ah, you forgive her because you love her. She thought of writing to tell you her motives when she visited her father's grave on her return to England. But I was unable to obtain your address. Perhaps I may speak for her now. I knew how Lady Rachel's interference had appealed to Crystal's sense of duty and sense of self-respect. I had heard from her own lips that she distrusted herself if she allowed me to press her. But she had successfully concealed from me the terror with which she regarded her rejected lover and the influence over her which her father had exercised. Always mindful of his own interests the miller knew that he would be the person blamed if he allowed his daughter to marry me. I did it with an eye to my son-in-law's money and gentle folks may ruin a man who lives by selling flour. That was how he expressed himself in a letter to his brother. The whole of the correspondence was shown to me by Mrs. Steven Toller. After alluding to his wealthy brother's desire that he should retire from business the miller continued as follows. What you are ready to do for me I want you to do for Christy. She is in danger in more ways than one and I am obliged to get her away from my house as if I was a smuggler and my girl contraband goods. I am a bad hand at writing so I leave Christy to tell you the particulars. When you receive her, brother Steven, and take care of her and do it as soon as possible Mr. Steven Toller's cordial reply mentioned that his vessel was ready to sail and would pass the mouth of the loa on her southward voyage. His brother carded the idea thus suggested. I have alluded to Giles Talous's sly look to his lodger when I returned the manuscript of the confession. The old man's unscrupulous curiosity had already applied a second key to the cupboard in the lodger's room. There he had found the criminal stories mentioned in the journal including the story of abduction referred to by Lady Rachel. This gave him the very idea which his lodger had already relied on for carrying crystal away by the river under the influence, of course, of a sporific drug while her father was keeping watch on the road. The secreting of the oars with this purpose in view had failed as a measure of security. The miller's knowledge of the stream and his daughter's ready courage had suggested the idea of letting the boat drift with crystal hidden in it. Two of the yacht's crew hidden among the trees watched the progress of the boat until it rounded the promontory and struck the shore. There the yacht's boat was waiting. The rocket was fired to reassure her father and crystal was rode to the mouth of the river and safely received on board the yacht. Thus with his good brother's help the miller had made the river his guilty accomplice in the abduction of his own child. When I had read the correspondence we spoke again of crystal. To save time, Mrs. Steventhaler said, I will write to my husband today by a mountain messenger. He shall only tell crystal that you have come back to England and you shall arrange to meet her in our grounds when she returns. I am a childless woman, Mr. Royal Lake, and I love her as I should have loved the daughter of my own. Where improvement in external matters only has seemed to be possible it has been my delight to improve her. Your stepmother and Lady Rachel will acknowledge even from their point of view that there is a mistress who is worthy of her position at Trimley Dean. When crystal returned the next day she found that her uncle had deserted her and suddenly discovered a man in the shrubbery. What that man said and did and what the result of it was may be inferred if I relate a remarkable event. Mrs. Royal Lake has retired from the domestic superintendents of Trimley Dean. End of chapter 18 End of The Guilty River by Wilkie Collins