 The Adventure of the Dying Detective by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Section 1 of the Dramatic Reading Scene and Story Collection Vol. 2 This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Dr John Watson, read by Andrew Nixon Sherlock Holmes, read by Peter Yersley Mrs Hudson, read by Fulm Mr Galverton Smith, read by T.J. Burns Inspector Morton, read by Beth Thomas The Butler, read by Lian Yao Mrs Hudson, the landlady of Sherlock Holmes, was a long-suffering woman. Not only was her first floor flat invaded, at all hours by throngs of singular and often undesirable characters, but her remarkable lodger showed an eccentricity and irregularity in his life which must have sorely tried her patience. His incredible untidiness, his addiction to music at strange hours, his occasional revolver practice within doors, his weird and often melodorist scientific experiments, and the atmosphere of violence and danger which hung around him made him the very worst tenant in London. On the other hand, his payments were princely. I had no doubt that the house might have been purchased at the price which Holmes paid for his rooms during the years that I was with him. The landlady stood in the deepest awe and respect of him and never dared to interfere with him. However outrageous his proceedings might seem, she was fond of him too, for he had a remarkable gentleness and courtesy in his dealings with women. He disliked and distrusted the sex, but he was always a chivalrous opponent. Knowing how genuine was her regard for him, I listened earnestly to her story when she came to my room in the second year of my married life and told me of the sad condition to which my poor friend was reduced. He's dying, Dr. Watson, said she. For three days he has been sinking, and I doubt if he will last a day. He would not let me get a doctor. This morning, when I saw his bones sticking out of his face and his great bright eyes looking at me, I could stand no more of it. With your leave or without it, Mr. Holmes, I am going for a doctor at his very hour, said I. Let it be Watson then, said he. I wouldn't waste an hour in coming to him, sir, or you may not see him alive. I was horrified, for I had heard nothing of his illness. I need not say that I rushed from my coat and my hat. As we drove back, I asked for details. There is little I can tell you, sir. He has been working at a case down at Rutherhite, in an alley near the river, and he has brought his illness back with him. He took to his bed on Wednesday afternoon and has never moved since. For these three days, neither food nor drink has passed his lips. Good God! Why did you not call in a doctor? He wouldn't have it, sir. You know how masterful he is. I didn't dare to disobey him. But he is not long for this world, as you'll see for yourself the moment that you set eyes on him. He was indeed a deplorable spectacle. In the dim light of a foggy November day the sick ring was a gloomy spot, but it was that gaunt, wasted face staring at me from the bed, which sent a chill to my heart. His eyes had the brightness of fever. There was a hectic flush upon either cheek, and dark crusts clung to his lips. The thin hands upon the coverlet twitched incessantly. His voice was croaking and spasmodic. He lay listlessly as I entered the room, but the sight of me brought a gleam of recognition to his eyes. Well, Watson, we seem to have fallen upon evil days," said he, in a feeble voice, but with something of his old carelessness of manner. My dear fellow! I tried, approaching him. Stand back! Stand right back! said he, with a sharp imperiousness which I had associated only with moments of crisis. If you approach me, Watson, I shall order you out of the house. But why? Because it is my desire. Is that not enough? Yes. Mrs. Hudson was right. He was more masterful than ever. It was pitiful, however, to see his exhaustion. I only wish to help, I explained. Exactly. You will help best by doing what you are told. Certainly, Holmes. He relaxed the austerity of his manner. You are not angry? He asked, gasping for breath. Poor devil! How could I be angry when I saw him lying in such a plight before me? It's for your own sake, Watson. He wrote, for my sake? I know what is the matter with me. It is a coolly disease from Simatra, a thing that the Dutch know more about than we, though they have made little of it up to date. One thing only is certain. It is infallibly deadly and it is horribly contagious. He spoke now with a feverish energy, long hands twitching and jerking as he motioned me away. Contagious by touch, Watson. That's it, by touch. Keep your distance and all is well. Good heavens, Holmes! Do you suppose that such a consideration weighs with me of an instant? It would not affect me in the case of a stranger. Do you imagine it would prevent me from doing my duty to so old a friend? Again I advanced, but he repulsed me with a look of furious anger. If you will stand there, I will talk. If you do not, you must leave the room. I have so deep a respect for the extraordinary qualities of Holmes, that I have always deferred to his wishes, even when I least understood them. But now all my professional instincts were around. Let him be my master elsewhere. I at least was his in a sick room. Holmes, said I, you are not yourself. A sick man is but a child and so I will treat you. Whether you like it or not, I will examine your symptoms and treat you for them. He looked at me with venomous eyes. If I am to have a doctor whether I will or not, let me at least have someone in whom I have confidence. Said he, then you have none in me? In your friendship, certainly. But facts are facts, Watson, and after all, you are only a general practitioner with very limited experience and mediocre qualifications. It is painful to have to say these things, but you leave me no choice. I was bitterly hurt. Such a remark is unworthy of you, Holmes. It shows me very clearly the state of your own nerves. But if you have no confidence in me, I would not intrude my services. Let me bring you to Jasper Meek or Penrose Fisher or any of the best men in London. But someone you must have and that is final. If you think that I am going to stand here and see you die without either helping you myself or bringing anyone else to help you, then you have mistaken your man. You mean well, Watson? Said the sick man with something between a sob and a groan. Shall I demonstrate your own ignorance? What do you know, pray, of tappanuly fever? What do you know of the black formosa corruption? I have never heard of either. There are many problems of disease, many strange pathological possibilities in the East, Watson. He paused after each sentence to collect his failing strength. I have learned so much during some recent researches which have a medical criminal aspect. It was in the course of them that I contracted this complaint. You can do nothing. Possibly not, but I happen to know that Dr. Ainsbury, the greatest living authority upon tropical disease, is now in London. All remonstrance is useless. I am going this instant to fetch him. I turned resolutely to the door. Never have I had such a shock. In an instant, with a tiger spring, the dying man had intercepted me. I heard the sharp snap of a twisted key. The next moment he had staggered back to his bed, exhausted and panting after his one tremendous outflame of energy. You won't take the key from me by force, Watson. I've got you, my friend. Here you are, and here you will stay until I will otherwise. But I'll hume you. All this in little gasps, with terrible struggles for breath between. You've only my own good at heart. Of course, I know that very well. You shall have your way, but give me time to get my strength. Not now, Watson. Not now. It's four o'clock. At six you can go. This is insanity, Holmes. Only two hours, Watson. I promise you will go at six. Are you content to wait? I seem to have no choice. None in the world, Watson. Thank you. I need no help in arranging the clothes. You will please keep your distance. Now, Watson, there is one other condition that I would make. You will seek help not from the man you mention, but from the one that I choose. By all means. The first three sensible words that you have uttered since you entered this room, Watson. You will find some books over there. I am somewhat exhausted. I wonder how a battery feels when it pours electricity into a non-conductor. At six, Watson, we resume our conversation. But it was destined to be resumed long before that hour and in circumstances which gave me a shock hardly second to that caused by his spring to the door. I had stood for some minutes looking at the silent figure in the bed. His face was almost covered by clothes and he appeared to be asleep. Then, unable to settle down to reading, I walked slowly round the room examining the pictures of celebrated criminals with which every war was adorned. Finally, in my aimless perambulation, I came to the mantelpiece. A litter of pipes, tobacco pouches, syringes, pen knives, revolver cartridges, and other debris was scattered over it. In the midst of these was a small, black and white ivory box with a sliding lid. It was a neat little thing and I had stretched out my hand to examine it more closely when it was a dreadful cry that he gave, a yell which might have been heard down the street. My skin went cold and my hair bristled at that horrible scream. As I turned, I caught a glimpse of a convulsed face and frantic eyes. I stood paralysed with the little box in my hand. Put it down! Down this instant, Watson! This instant, I say! His head sank back upon the pillow and he gave a deep sigh of relief as I replaced the box upon the mantelpiece. I hate to have my things touched, Watson. You know that I hate it. You fidget me beyond endurance. You, a doctor, you are enough to drive a patient into an asylum. Sit down, man, and let me have my rest. The incident left a most unpleasant impression upon my mind. The violent and causal excitement followed by this brutality of speech so far removed from his usual swappity showed me how deep was the disorganisation of his mind. Of all ruins, that of a noble mind is the most deplorable. I sat in silent dejection until the stipulated time had passed. He seemed to have been watching the clock as well as I, for it was hardly six before he began to talk with the same feverish animation as before. Now, Watson, said he, have you any change in your pocket? Yes. Any silver? A good deal. How many half-crowns? I have five. Ah, too few, too few. How very unfortunate, Watson. However, such as they are, you can put them in your watch pocket and all the rest of your money in your left trouser pocket. Thank you. It will balance you so much better like that. This was raving insanity. He shuddered and again made a sound between a cough and a sob. You will now light the gas, Watson, but you will be very careful that not for one instant shall it be more than half on. I implore you to be careful, Watson. Thank you. That is excellent. No, you need not draw the blind. Now you will have the kindness to place some letters and papers upon this table within my reach. Thank you. Now some of that litter from the mantelpiece. Excellent, Watson. There is a sugar tongs there. Kindly raise that small ivory box with its assistance. Place it here among the papers. Good. You can now go and fetch Mr. Culverton Smith of 13 Lower Burke Street. To tell the truth, my desire to fetch a doctor had somewhat weakened. The poor homes were so obviously delirious that it seemed dangerous to leave him. However, he was as eager now to consult the person named as he had been obstinate in refusing. I never heard the name, said I. Possibly not, my good Watson. It may surprise you to know that the man upon earth who is best versed in this disease is not a medical man, but a planter. Mr. Culverton Smith is a well-known resident of Sumatra, now visiting London. The first outbreak of the disease upon his plantation, which was distant from medical aid, caused him to study it himself with some far-reaching consequences. He is a very methodical person and I did not desire you to start before six because I was well aware that you would not find him in his study. If you could persuade him to come here and give us the benefit of his unique experience of this disease, the investigation of which has been his dearest hobby, I cannot doubt that he could help me. I gave Holmes his remarks as a consecutive whole and I will not attempt to indicate how they were interrupted by gaspings for breath and those clutches of his hands which indicated the pain from which he was suffering. His appearance had changed for the worse during the few hours that I had been with him. Those hectic spots were more pronounced. The eyes shone more brightly out of darker hollows and a cold sweat glimmers upon his brow. He still retained, however, the jaunty gallantry of his speech. To the last gasp he would always be the master. You will tell him exactly how you have left me," said he. You will convey the very impression which is in your own mind a dying man, a dying and delirious man. Indeed, I cannot think why the whole bed of the ocean is not one solid mass of oysters. So prolific the creatures seem. Ah, I am wondering. Strange how the brain controls the brain. What was I saying, Watson? My directions for Mr. Colbert and Smith. Ah, yes, I remember. My life depends upon it. Plead with him, Watson. There is no good feeling between us. His nephew, Watson, I had suspicion of foul play and I allowed him to see it. The boy died horribly. He has a grudge against me. You will soften him, Watson, beg him, pray him, get him here by any means. He can save me, only he. I will bring him in a cab if I have to carry him down to it. You will do nothing of the sort. You will persuade him to come and then you will return in front of him. Make any excuse so as not to come with him. Don't forget, Watson, you won't fail me. You never did fail me. No doubt there are natural enemies which limit the increase of the creatures. You and I, Watson, we have done our part. Shall the world then be overrun by oysters? No, no, horrible. You'll convey all that is in your mind. I left him full in the image of this magnificent intellect babbling like a foolish child. He had handed me the key and with a happy thought I took it with me, lest he should lock himself in. Mrs. Hudson was waiting, trembling and weeping in the passage. Behind me, as I passed in the flat, I heard Holmes' high, thin voice in some delirious charm. Below, as I stood whistling for a cab, a man came on me through the fog. How is Mr. Holmes, sir? He asked. It was an old acquaintance, Inspector Morton of Scotland Yard, dressed in unofficial tweets. He is very ill, I answered. He looked at me in the most singular fashion. Had it not been too fiendish, I could have imagined that the gleam of the fanlight showed exultation in his face. I heard some rumour of it, said he. The cab had driven up, and I left him. Lower Burke Street proved to be a line of fine houses, lying in the vague borderland between Notting Hill and Kensington. The particular one at which my cabman pulled up had an air of smug and immure respectability in its old-fashioned iron railings, its massive folding door, and its shining brasswork, always in keeping with the solemn butler who appeared franged in the pink radiance of a tinted electrical light behind him. Yes, Mr. Calverton Smith is in, Dr. Watson. Very good, sir. I will take up your card. My humble name and title did not appear to impress Mr. Calverton Smith. Through the half-open door I heard a high, patulent, penetrating voice. Who is this person? What does he want? Dear me, stables, how often have I said that I am not to be disturbed in my hours of study? There came a gentle flow of soothing explanation from the butler. Well, I won't see him, stables. I can't have my work interrupted like this. I am not at home. Say so. Tell him to come in the morning if he really must see me. Again, the gentle murmur. Well, well, give him that message. He can come in the morning, or he can stay away. My work must not be hindered. I thought of Holmes tossing upon his bed of sickness and counting the minutes, perhaps, until I could bring help to him. It was not a time to stand upon ceremony. His life depended upon my promptness. Before the apologetic butler had delivered his message, I had pushed past him and was in the room. With a shrill cry of anger a man rose from a reclining chair beside the fire. I saw a great yellow face, coarse-grained and greasy, with heavy double gin and two sullen, menacing grey eyes which glared at me from under tufted and sandy brows. A high bald head had a small velvet smoking-gap poised coquettishly upon one side of its pink curve. The skull was of enormous capacity, and yet as I looked down I saw to my amazement that the figure of the man was small and frail, twisted in the shoulders and back like one who had suffered from rickets in his childhood. What's this? He cried in a high, screaming voice. What is the meaning of this interusion? Didn't I send you word that I would see you tomorrow morning? I am sorry, said I, but the matter cannot be delayed. Mr. Sherlock Holmes the mention of my friend's name had an extraordinary effect upon the little man. The look of anger passed in an instant from his face. His features became tense and alert. Have you come from Holmes? He asked. I have just left him. What about Holmes? How is he? He is desperately ill. That is why I have come. The man motioned me to a chair and turned to resume his own. As he did so I caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror over the mantelpiece. I could have sworn that it was set in a malicious and abominable smile. Yet I persuaded myself that it must have been some nervous contraction which I had surprised before he turned to me an instant later with genuine concern upon his features. I am sorry to hear this, said he. I only know Mr. Holmes through some business dealings which we have had, but I have every respect for his talents and his character. He is an amateur of crime as I am of disease. For him, the villain, for me, the microbe, there are my prisons. He continued, pointing to a row of bottles and jars which stood upon a side table. Among those gelatin cultivation some of the very worst offenders in the world are now doing time. It was on account of your special knowledge that Mr. Holmes desired to see you. He has a high opinion of you and thought that you were the one man in London who could help him. The little man started and the jaunty smoking-caps slid to the floor. Why? He asked. Why should Mr. Holmes think that I could help him in his trouble? Because of your knowledge of Eastern diseases. But why should he think that the disease which he has contracted is Eastern? Because in some professional inquiry he has been working among Chinese sailors down in the docks. Mr. Carl Whitton Smith smiled pleasantly and picked up his smoking-cap. Oh, that's it, is it? Said he. I trust the matter is not so grave as you suppose. How long has he been ill? About three days. Is he delirious? Occasionally. Tut, tut. This sounds serious. It would be inhuman not to answer his call. I very much resent any interruption to my work, Dr. Watson. But this case is certainly exceptional. I will come with you at once. I remembered Holmes' injunction. I have another appointment. Said I. Very good. I will go alone. I have a note of Mr. Holmes' address. You can rely upon my being there within half an hour at most. It was with a sinking heart that I re-entered Holmes' bedroom. For all the time you, the worst might have happened in my absence. To my enormous relief he had greatly improved in the interval. His appearance was as ghastly as ever, but all trace of delirium had left him, and he spoke in a feeble voice. It is true, but with even more than his usual crispness and lucidity. Well, did you see him, Watson? Yes, he is coming. Admirable, Watson. Admirable. You are the best of messengers. He wished to return with me. That would never do, Watson. That would be obviously impossible. Did he ask or to ailed me? I told him about the Chinese in the East End. Exactly. Well, Watson, you have done all that a good friend could. You can now disappear from the scene. I must wait and hear his opinion, Holmes. Of course you must, but I have reasons to suppose that this opinion would be very much more frank and valuable if he imagines that we are alone. There is just room behind the head of my bed, Watson. My dear Holmes. I fear there is no alternative, Watson. The room does not lend itself to concealment, which is as well as it is the less likely to arouse suspicion, but just there, Watson, I fancy that it could be done. Suddenly he sat up with a rigid intent as upon his haggard face. There are the wheels, Watson. Pick, man, if you love me, and don't budge whatever happens, whatever happens. Do you hear? Don't speak, don't move. Just listen with all your ears. Then in an instant his sudden access of strength departed and his masterful, purposeful talk roamed away into the low, vague murmurings of a semi-delirious man. From the hiding-place into which I had been so swiftly hustled the footfalls upon the stair with the opening and closing of the bedroom door. Then, to my surprise, there came a long silence broken only by the heavy breathing and gasp because of the sick man. I could imagine that our visitor was standing by the bedside and looking down at the sufferer. At last that strange hush was broken. Holmes. He cried. Holmes. In the insistent tones one who awakens asleep her. Can't you hear me, Holmes? There was a rustling, as if he had shaken the sick man roughly by the shoulder. Is that you, Mr. Smith? Holmes whispered. I hardly dared hope that you would come. The other laughed. I should imagine not. He said. And yet you see I am here. Goals of fire, Holmes. Goals of fire. It is very good of you, very noble of you. I appreciate your special knowledge. Our visitor sniggered. You do. You are, fortunately, the only man in London who does. Do you know what is the matter with you? The same said, Holmes. Ah, you recognize the symptoms. Only too well. Well, I shouldn't be surprised, Holmes. I shouldn't be surprised if it were the same. A bad look out for you if it is. Poor Victor was a dead man on the fourth day. A strong, hearty young fellow. It was, certainly, as you said, very surprising that he should have contracted an out-of-the-way Asiatic disease in the heart of London. A disease, too, of which I had made such a very special study. Singular coincidence, Holmes. Very smart of you to notice it. But rather uncharitable to suggest that it was cause and effect. I knew that you did it. Oh, you did, did you? Well, you couldn't prove it, anyhow. But what do you think of yourself spreading reports about me like that? And then crawling to me for help the moment you are in trouble. What sort of a game is that, eh? I heard the rafting, labored breathing of the sick man. Give me the water, he got. You're precious near your end, my friend. But I don't want you to go until I've had a word with you. That's why I give you water. There, don't slopp it about. That's right. Can you understand what I say? Holmes groaned. Oh, do what you can for me. Let bygones be bygones. You whispered. I'll put the words out of my head. I swear I will. Only cure me. And I'll forget it. Forget what? Well, about Victor Savage's death. You're as good as admitted just now that you had done it. I'll forget it. Or remember it, just as you like. I don't see you in the witness box. Glad another shaped box, my good Holmes. I assure you. It matters nothing to me that you should know how my nephew died. It's not him we are talking about. It's you. Yes, yes. The fellow who came for me, I've forgotten his name, said that you contracted it down in the East End among the sailors. And only account for it so. You're proud of your brains, Holmes, are you not? Think yourself smart, don't you? You came across someone who was smarter this time. Now, cast your mind back, Holmes. Can you think of no other way you could have got this thing? I can't think. My mind is gone. For heaven's sake, help me. Yes, I will help you. I'll help you understand just where you are and how you got there. I'd like you to know before you die. Give me something to ease my pain. Painful, is it? Yes. The Coolies used to do some squealing in the end. Takes you as a cramp, I fancy. Yes, yes, it is cramp. Well, you can hear what I say anyhow. Listen now, can you remember any unusual incident in your life? Just about the time your symptoms began? No, no, nothing. Think again. I'm too ill to think. Well then, I'll help you. Did anything come by post? By post? A box, by chance? I'm fainting. I'm gone. Listen, Holmes. There was a sound as if he was shaking the dying man and it was all that I could do to hold myself quiet in my hiding place. You must hear me. You shall hear me. Do you remember a box, an ivory box? It came on Wednesday. You opened it. Do you remember? Yes, yes, I opened it. There was a sharp spring inside it, some joke. It was no joke as you will find, dear Gost. You fool. You would have it and you have got it. Who asked you to cross my path? If you had left me alone, I would not have hurt you. I remember, Holmes Gost. The spring. It's true blood. This box. This on the table. The very one by George. And it may as well leave the room in my pocket. There goes your last shred of evidence. But you have the truth now, Holmes, and you can die with the knowledge that I killed you. You knew too much of the fate of Victor Savage, so I have sent you to share it. You are very near your end, Holmes. I will sit here, and I will watch you die. Holmes' voice had sunk to an almost inaudible whisper. What is that? Said Smith. Turn up the gas. Ah, the shadows begin to fall, do they? Yes, I will turn it up that I may see you the better. He crossed the room and the light suddenly brightened. Is there any other little service that I can do you, my friend? A match and a cigarette. I nearly called out to him my joy and my amazement. He was speaking in his natural voice. A little weak, perhaps, but the very voice I knew. There was a long pause, and I felt that Colwoods and Smith were standing in silent amazement looking down at his companion. What's the meaning of this? I heard him say at last in a dry, roughing tone. The best way of successfully acting apart is to be it. Said Holmes. I give you my word that for three days I have tasted neither food nor drink, until you were good enough to pour me out that glass of water. But it is the tobacco which I find most irksome. Ah, here are some cigarettes. I heard the striking of a match. That is very much better. Hello, hello, do I hear the step of a friend? There were footfalls outside. The door opened, and Inspector Morton appeared. All is in order, and this is your man. Said Holmes. The officer gave the usual cautions. I arrest you on the charge of the murder of one Victor Savage. He concluded. And you might add of the attempted murder of one Sherlock Holmes. Remarked my friend with a chuckle. To save an invalid trouble, Inspector, Mr. Culverton Smith was good enough to give our signal by turning up the gas. By the way, the prisoner has a small box in the right-hand pocket of his coat, which it would be as well to remove. Thank you. I would handle it gingerly if I were you. Put it down here. It may play its part in the trial. There was a sudden rush and a scuffle, followed by a clash of iron and a cry of pain. You'll only get yourself hurt. Said the Inspector. Stand still, will you? There was the click of the closing handcuffs. A nice trap. Cried the high, snarling voice. It will bring you into the dock, Holmes, not me. He asked me to come here, to cure him. I was sorry for him, and I came. Now he will pretend no doubt that I have said anything which he may invent which will corroborate his insane suspicions. You can lie as you like, Holmes. My word is always as good as yours. Good heavens! cried Holmes. I had totally forgotten him. My dear Watson, I owe you a thousand apologies to think that I should have overlooked you. I need not introduce you to Mr. Culverton Smith, since I understand that you met somewhat earlier in the evening. Have you the cab below? I will follow you when I am dressed, for I may be of some use at the station. I never needed it more. Said Holmes as he refreshed himself with a glass of claret and some biscuits in the intervals of his toilet. However, as you know, my habits are irregular, and such a feat means less to me than to most men. It was very essential that I should impress Mrs. Hudson with the reality of my condition, since she was to convey it to you, and you in turn to him. You won't be offended, Watson. You will realise that among your many talents dissimulation finds no place, and that if you had shared my secret, you would never have been able to impress Smith with the urgent necessity of his presence, which was the vital point of the whole scheme. Knowing his vindictive nature, I was perfectly certain that he would come to look upon his handiwork. But your appearance, Holmes, your ghastly face Three days of absolute fast does not improve one's beauty, Watson. For the rest, there is nothing which a sponge may not cure. With Vaseline upon one's forehead, Bella Donna in one's eyes, Rouge over the cheekbones, and crusts of beeswax round one's lips, a very satisfying effect can be produced. Mellingering is a subject upon which I have sometimes thought of writing a monograph. A little occasional talk about half-crowns, oysters, or any other extraneous subject produces a pleasing effect of delirium. But why would you not let me near you since there was, in truth, no infection? Can you ask, my dear Watson? Do you imagine that I have no respect for your medical talents? Could I fancy that your astute judgment would pass a dying man who, however weak, had no rise of pulse or temperature? At four yards I could deceive you. If I failed to do so, who would bring my smith within my grasp? No, Watson. I would not touch that box. You can just see if you look at it sideways where the sharp spring, like a viper's tooth, emerges as you open it. I dare say it was by some such device that poor savage who stood between this monster and a reversion was done to death. My correspondence, however, is, as you know, a varied one, and I am somewhat upon my guard against any packages which reach me. It was clear to me, however, that by pretending that he had really succeeded in his design I might surprise a confession. That pretence I have carried out with the thoroughness of the true artist. Thank you, Watson. You must help me on with my coat. When we have finished at the police station, I think that something nutritious at Simpsons would not be out of place. End of The Dying Detective An Unexpected Result by Edward P. Rowe This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Half a Dozen Voices Read by Larry Wilson An Unexpected Result Jack. She played with me deliberately, heartlessly. I can never forgive her. In that case, well, I congratulate you. Such a girl isn't worth a second thought, and you've made a happy escape. No congratulations, if you please. You can talk coolly, because in regard to such matters you are cool, and I may add a trifle cold. Ambition is your mistress, and a musty law-book has more attractions for you than any woman living. I am not so tempered. I am subject to the general law of nature, and a woman's love and sympathy are essential to success in my life and work. That's all right, but there are as good fish. Oh, have done with your trite nonsense. Interrupted Will Munson impatiently. I'd consult you on a point of law in preference to most of the greybeards, but I was a fool to speak of this affair, and yet as my most intimate friend. Come, Will. I am not on the feeling. And John Ackland rose and put his hand on his friend's shoulder. I admit that the subject is remote from my line of thought, and wholly beyond my experience. If the affair is so serious, I shall take it to heart. Serious? Is it a slight thing to be crippled for life? Oh, come now. Said Ackland, giving his friend a hearty and encouraging thumb. You are sound in mind and limb. What matters a scratch on the heart to a man not twenty-five? Very well, I'll say no more about it. When I need a lawyer, I'll come to you. Goodbye. I sail for Brazil in the morning. Will, sit down and look me in the eyes. Said Ackland decisively. Will, forgive me. You are in trouble. A man's eyes usually tell me more than all his words, and I don't like the expression of yours. There is yellow fever in Brazil. I know it. What's the careless reply? What excuse have you for going? Business complications have arisen there, and I promptly volunteered to go. My employers were kind enough to hesitate and warn me and to say that they could send a man less valuable to them, but I soon overcame their objections. That is your excuse for going. The reason I see in your eyes. You are reckless, Will. I have reason to be. I can't agree with you, but I feel for you all the same. Tell me all about it, for this is sad news to me. I had hoped to join you on the beach in a few days and to spend all this with you and my cousin. I confess I am beginning to feel exceedingly vindictive towards this pretty little monster, and if any harm comes to you, I shall be savage enough to sculpt her. The harm has come already, Jack. I'm hit hard. She showed me a mirage of happiness that has made my present world a desert. I am reckless, I'm desperate. You may think it is weak and unmanly, but you don't know anything about it. Time or the fever may cure me, but now I am bankrupt in all that gives value to life. A woman with an art so consummate that it seemed artless, deliberately evoked the best there was in me, then threw it away as indifferently, as a cast-off glove. Tell me how it came about. How can I tell you? How can I in cold blood recall glances, words, intonations, and the pressure of a hand that seemed alive with reciprocal feeling? In addition to her beauty, she had the irresistible charm of fascination. I was wary at first, but she angled for me with a skill that would have disarmed any man who did not believe in the inherent falseness of woman. The children in the house idolized her, and I have great faith in a child's intuitions. Oh, that was only a part of her guile. Said Ackland frowningly. Probably. At any rate, she has taken all the color in zest out of my life. I wish someone could pay her back in her own coin. I don't suppose she has a heart, but I wish her vanity might be wounded in a way that would teach her a lesson never to be forgotten. It certainly would be a well-deserved retribution. Said Ackland musingly. Jack, you are the one of all the world to administer the punishment. I don't believe woman's smiles ever quickened your pulse one beat. You are right, Will. It is my cold bloodedness to put your thought in plain English that will prove your best ally. I only hope I am not leading you into danger. You will need an Indian stoicism. Bah! I may fell ignominiously and find her vanity invulnerable, but I pledge you my word, thus I will avenge you if it be within the compass of my skill. My cousin, Mrs. Olson, may prove a useful ally. I think you wrote me that the name of this siren was Eva Van Tynne? Yes. I only wish she had the rudiments of a heart so that she might feel in a faint far-off way a little of the pain she has inflicted on me. Don't let her make you falter or grow remorseful, Jack. Remember that you have given a pledge to one who may be dead before you can fulfill it. Acklin said farewell to his friend with the fear that he might never see him again, and a few days later found himself at a New England seaside resort with a relentless purpose lurking in his dark eyes. Mrs. Olson did unconsciously prove a useful ally. For her wealth and elegance gave her unusual prestige in the house, and in joining her party, Acklin achieved immediately all the social recognition he desired. While strolling with this lady on the Piazza, he observed the object of his quest and was at once compelled to make more allowance than he had done hitherto for his friend's disconfiture. Two or three children were leaning over the young girl's chair, and she was amusing them by some clever caricatures. She was not so interested, however, but that she soon noted the newcomer and bestowed upon him from time to time curious and furtive glances. That these were not returned seemed to occasion her some surprise, for she was not accustomed to be so utterly ignored even by a stranger. A little later, Acklin saw her consulting the hotel register. I have at least awakened her curiosity. He thought, Ha ha! I've been waiting for you to ask me who that pretty girl is. Said Mrs. Alston, laughing, You do indeed exceed all men in indifference to women. I know all about that girl. Was the grim reply? She has played the very juice with my friend Munson. Yes. Replied Mrs. Alston indignantly. It was the most shameful piece of cockatry I ever saw. She is a puzzle to me. To the children and the old people in the house she's consideration and kindness itself. But she appears to regard men of your years as legitimate game and is perfectly remorseless. So beware. She is dangerous, invulnerable as you imagine yourself to be. You will practice her wiles upon you if you give her half a chance and her art is much more than her pretty face to enforce it. She's unusually clever. Acklin's slight drug was so contemptuous that his cousin was netled and she thought, I wish the girl could disturb his complacent equanimity just a little. It evicts us one to see a man so indifferent. It's a slight to a woman. And she determined to give Miss Vantine the vantage ground of an introduction at the first opportunity. And this occurred before the evening was over. To her surprise, Acklin entered into an extended conversation with the enemy. Well, she thought, if he begins in this style there will soon be another victim. Miss Vantine can talk to as bright a man as he is and hold her own. Meanwhile she will assail him in a hundred covert ways. Out of regard for his friend he should have shown some disapproval for her. But there he sits, quietly talking in the publicity of the polar. Mrs. Elston said a friend at her elbow. You ought to forewarn your cousin and tell him of Mr. Munson's fate. Oh, he knows all about Mr. Munson. Was her reply? Indeed, the latter is his most intimate friend. I suppose my cousin is indulging in a little natural curiosity concerning this destroyer of masculine peace. And if ever a man could do so in safety, he can. Why so? Well, I never knew so unsusceptible a man. With the exception of a few of his relatives he has never cared for a lady's society. Mrs. Elston was far astray in supposing that curiosity was Ackland's motive in his rather prolonged conversation with Miss Van Tyne. It was simply part of his tactics, for he proposed to waste no time in skirmishing or in guarded and gradual approaches. He would cross weapons at once and secure his object by a sharp and aggressive campaign. His object was to obtain immediately some idea of the caliber of the girl's mind and in this respect he was agreeably surprised while giving little evidence of thorough education she was unusually intelligent and exceedingly quick in her perceptions. He soon learned also that she was gifted with more than woman's customary intuition that she was watching his face closely for meanings that he might not choose to express in words or else to conceal by his language. While he feared that his task would be far more difficult than he expected and that he would have to be extremely guarded in order not to reveal his design he was glad to learn that the foe was worthy of his steel. Meanwhile her ability and self-reliance banished all compunction. He had no scruples in humbling the pride of a woman who was at once so proud, so heartless and so clever. Nor would the effort be wearysome for she had proved herself both amusing and interesting. He might enjoy it quite as much as an intricate law case. Even prejudiced Ackland as he saw her occasionally on the following day was compelled to admit that she was more than pretty. Her features were neither regular nor faultless. Her mouth was too large to be perfect and her nose was not Grecian but her eyes were peculiarly fine and illumined her face whose chief charm lay in its power of expression. If she chose almost all her thoughts and feelings could find their reflex there. The trouble was that she could as readily mask her thought and express what she did not feel. Her eyes were of the darkest blue and her hair seemed light in contrast. It was evident that she had studied grace so thoroughly that her manner and carriage appeared unstudied and natural. She never seemed self-conscious and yet no one had ever seen her in an ungainly posture or had known her to make an awkward gesture. This grace however, like a finished style in writing was tinged so strongly with her own individuality that it appeared original as compared with a fashionable monotony which characterized the manners of so many of her age. She could not have been much more than twenty and yet as Mrs. Alston took pains to inform her cousin she had long been in society adding Solitude on my behalf is quite touching. He replied She is an orphan and possessed I am told of considerable property in her own name. A force-less, nerv-less maiden aunt about the only antecedent we see much of. Her guardian has been here once or twice but practically she's independent. Miss Van Tynes' efforts to learn something concerning Ackland were apparently quite as casual and indifferent and yet were made with utmost skill. She knew that Mrs. Alston's friend was something of a gossip and she led her to speak of the subject of her thoughts with an indirect finesse that would have amused the young man exceedingly have been an unobserved witness. When she learned that he was Mr. Munson's intimate friend and that he was aware of her treatment of the latter she was somewhat disconcerted. One so forewarned might not become an easy prey but the additional fact that he was almost a woman-hater put her upon her metal at once and she felt that here was a chance for a conquest such as she had never made before. She now believed that she had discovered the key to his indifference. He was ready enough to amuse himself with her as a clever woman but knew her too well to bestow upon her even a friendly thought. If I can bring him to my feet it will be a triumph indeed. She murmured exultantly. And at my feet he shall be if he gives me half a chance. Seemingly he gave her every chance that she could desire and while he scarcely made any effort to seek her society he noted with secret satisfaction that he often appeared as if accidentally near her and that he ever made it the easiest and most natural thing in the world for her to join him. His conversation was often as gay and unconventional as she would wish but she seldom failed to detect in it an uncomfortable element of satire and irony. He always left her dissatisfied with herself and with a depressing consciousness that she had made no impression upon him. His conquest grew into an absorbing desire and she unobtrusively brought to bear upon him every art and fascination that she possessed. Her toilets were as exquisite as they were simple. The children were made to idolize her more than ever but Ackland was candid enough to admit that this was not all guile on her part for she was evidently in sympathy with the little people who can rarely be imposed upon by any amount of false interest. Indeed, he saw no reason to doubt that she abounded in good nature toward all except the natural objects of her ruling passion but the very skill and deliberateness with which she sought to gratify this passion greatly increased his vindictive feeling. He saw how naturally and completely his friend had been deceived and how exquisite must have been the hopes and anticipations so falsely raised. Therefore he smiled more grimly at the close of each succeeding day and was more than ever bent upon the accomplishment of his purpose. At length Miss Fantine changed her tactics and grew quite oblivious to Ackland's presence in the house but she found him apparently too indifferent to observe the fact. She then permitted one of her several admirers to become devoted. Ackland did not offer the protest of even a glance. He stood as it were just where she had left him ready for an occasional chat, stroll or excursion if the affair came about naturally and without much effort on his part. She found that she could neither induce him to seek her nor annoy him by an indifference which she meant should be more marked than his own. Some little time after there came a windy day when the surf was so heavy that there were but few bathers. Ackland was a good swimmer and took his plunge as usual. He was leaving the water when Miss Fantine ran down the beach and was about to dart through the breakers in her wanted fearless style. Be careful, he said to her. The undertow is strong and the man who has charge of the bathing is ill and not here. The tide is changing. In fact, running out already I believe. But she would not even look at him, much less answer. As there were other gentlemen present he started for his bath house but had proceeded but a little way up the beach before a cry brought him to the water's edge instantly. Something is wrong with Miss Fantine. cried half a dozen voices. She ventured out recklessly and it seems as if she couldn't get back. At that moment her form rose on the crest of a wave and above the thunder of the surf came her faint cry. The other bathers stood irresolute for she was dangerously far out and the tide had evidently turned. Ackland on the contrary dashed through the breakers and then in his efforts for speed, dived through the waves nearest to the shore. When he reached the place where he expected to find her he saw nothing for a moment or two but great crested billows that every moment were increasing in height under the rising wind. For a moment he feared that she had perished and the thought that the beautiful creature had met her death suddenly and awfully made him almost sick and faint. An instant later, however, a wave threw her up from the trough of the sea into full vision somewhat on his right and a few strong strokes brought him to her side. Oh, save me! she gasped. Don't cling to me. he said sternly. Do as I bid you. Strike out for the shore if you are able. If not, lie on your back and float. She did the latter, for now that aid had reached her she apparently recovered from her panic and was perfectly tractable. He placed his left hand under her and struck out quietly aware that the least excitement causing exhaustion on his part might cost both of them their lives. As they approached the shore a rope was thrown to them and Ackland, who felt his strength giving way seized it desperately. He passed his arm around his companion with a grasp and almost made her breathless and they were dragged half suffocated through the water until strong hands on either side rushed them through the breakers. Miss Fantine for a moment or two stood dazed and panting then disengaged herself from the rather warm support of the devoted admirer whom she had tried to play against Ackland and tried to walk but after a few uncertain steps fell senseless on the sand thus for the moment drawing to herself the attention of the increasing throng. Ackland, glad to escape notice, was staggering off to his bathhouse when several ladies more mindful of his part in the affair than the men had been overtook him with a fire of questions and plaudits. Please leave me alone. He said almost savagely without looking around. What a bear he is! Anyone else would have been a little complacent over such an exploit. They chorused as they followed the unconscious girl who was now being carried to the hotel. Ackland blocked the door of his little apartment and sank panting on the bench. Maladdiction's on her. He muttered. At one time there was a better chance of her being fatal to me than to Munson with his yellow fever tragedy in prospect. Her recklessness today was perfectly insane. If she tries it again she may drown for all but I care or at least ought to care. His anger appeared to act like a tonic and he was soon ready to return to the house. A dozen sprang forward to congratulate him but they found such impatience and annoyance at all reference to the affair that with many surmises the topic was dropped. You are a queer fellow. Remarked his privileged cousin as he took her out to dinner. Why don't you let people speak naturally about the matter or rather why don't you pose as the hero of the occasion? Because the whole affair was most unnatural and I am deeply incensed. In a case of necessity I am ready to risk my life although it has unusual attractions for me. But I'm no melodramatic hero looking for adventures. What necessity was there in this case? It is the old story of Munson over again in another guise. The act was that of an inconsiderate heartless woman who follows her impulses and inclinations no matter what may be the consequences. After a moment he added less indignantly. I must give her credit for one thing angry as I am. She behaved well in the water. Otherwise she would have drowned me. She's not a fool. Most women would have drowned you. She is indeed not a fool. Therefore she's the more to blame. If she is ever so reckless again may I be asleep in my room? Of course one can't stand by and see a woman drown no matter who or what she is. Jack, what made her so reckless? Mrs. Austin asked with a sudden intelligence sliding up her face. Hang it all. How should I know? What made her talk to Munson? She follows her own impulses and they are not always conducive to anyone's well-being not even her own. Mark my words she has never shown this kind of recklessness before. Oh yes she has. She was running her horse to death the other hot morning and nearly trampled on a child. And he told of an unexpected encounter while he was taking a rather extended ramble. Well... exclaimed Mrs. Austin, smiling significantly. I think I understand her symptoms better than you do. If you are as cold-blooded as you seem I may have to interfere. Oh, bar! He answered impatiently. Pardon me, but I should despise myself forever should I become sentimental knowing what I do. Jack, had you no compunctions when fearing that such a beautiful girl might perish? We are going to have an awful night. Hear the wind whistle and moan and the sky is already black with clouds. The roar of the surface grows louder every hour. Think of that lovely form being out in those black angry waves darted at and preyed upon by horrible slimy monsters. Oh! It fairly makes my flesh creep. And mine too. He said with a strong gesture up discussed. Especially when I remember that I should have kept her company for of course I could not return without her. I confessed that when at first I could not find her I was fairly sick at the thought of her fate. But remember how uncalled for it all was. Quite as much so as that poor Will Manson is on his way to die with the yellow fever. Like enough. Jack said his cousin affectionately laying her hand on his arm. Blessings on your courage today. If what might have happened so easily had occurred I could have never looked upon the sea again without a shudder. I should have been tormented by a horrible memory in my life. It was brave and noble. Oh hush! He said angrily. I won't hear another word about it even from you. I'm not brave and noble. I went because I was compelled to go. I hated to go. I hate the girl. And have more reason now than ever. If we had both drowned no doubt there would have been less trouble in the world. There would have been one lawyer for less and a coquette extinguished. Now we shall both prey on society in our different ways indefinitely. Jack you're in an awful mood today. I am. Never was in a worse. Having so narrowly escaped death you ought to be subdued and grateful. On the contrary I am inclined to profanity. Excuse me. Don't wish any dessert. I'll try a walk and a cigar. You will now be glad to be rid of me on any terms. Stay Jack. See Miss Ventine has so far recovered as to come down. She looked unutterable things at you as she entered. Of course she did. Very few of her thoughts concerning me or the other young men would sound well if uttered. Tell your friends to let this topic alone or I shall be rude to them. And without a glance toward the girl he had rescued he left the dining room. Well, well... murmured Mrs. Alston. I never saw Jack in such a mood before. It is quite as unaccountable as Miss Tyne's recklessness. I wonder what is the matter with him? Ackland was speedily driven back from his walk by the rain which fact he did not regret or he found himself exhausted and depressed. Seeking a retired Piazza in order to be alone he sat down with his hat drawn over his eyes and smoked furiously. Before very long however he was startled out of a painful reverie by a timid voice saying Mr. Ackland, won't you permit me to thank you? He rose. Miss Ventine stood before him without stretched hand. He did not notice it but bowing coldly said, Please consider that you have thanked me and let the subject drop. Do not be so harsh with me. She pleaded. I cannot help it if you are. Mr. Ackland, you saved my life. Possibly. And possibly you think that it is scarcely worth saving. Possibly your own conscience suggested that thought to you. You are heartless. She burst out indignantly. He began to laugh. That's a droll charge for you to make. He said. She looked at him steadfastly for a moment and then murmured, You are thinking of your friend, Mr. Munson. That would be quite natural. How many more can you think of? You are indeed unrelenting. She faltered, tears coming into her eyes. But I cannot forget that but for you I should now be out there. And she indicated the sea by a gesture then covered her face with her hands and shuttered. Do not feel under obligation. I should have been compelled to do as much for any human being. You seem to forget that I stood an even chance of being out there with you and that there was no more need of the risk than there was that my best friend's life should be blight. You? You out there? She cried, springing toward him and pointing to the sea. Certainly. You cannot suppose that having once found you I could come ashore without you. As it was, my strength was rapidly giving away and were it not for the rope. Oh, forgive me. She cried passionately, seizing his hand in spite of him. It never entered my mind that you could drown. I somehow felt that nothing could harm you. I was reckless. I didn't know what I was doing. I don't understand myself any more. Please, please forgive me or I shall not sleep tonight. Certainly. He said lightly. If you will not refer to our little episode again. Please don't speak in that way. She sighed, turning away. I have complied with your request. I suppose I must be content. She resumed sadly, then turning her head slowly toward him she added hesitatingly. Will you forgive me for treating your friend? No. He replied, with such stern emphasis that she shrank from him and trembled. You are indeed heartless. She faltered as she turned to leave him. Miss Valentine. He said indignantly. Twice you have charged me with being heartless. Your voice and manner indicate that I would be unnatural and unworthy of respect for I what you charge. In the name of all that's rational what does this word heartless mean to you? Where was your heart when you sent my friend away so wretched and humbled that he is virtually seeking the death from which you are so glad to escape? I did not love him. He protested faintly. He laughed bitterly and continued, Love. That's a word which I believe has no meaning for you at all. But it had for him. You are a remarkably clever woman, Miss Valentine. You have brains in abundance. See, I do you justice. What is more? You are beautiful and can be so fascinating that a man who believed in you might easily worship you. You made him believe in you. You tried to beguile me into a condition that with my nature would be ruined indeed. You never had the baby plea of a silly, shallow woman. I took pains to find that out the first evening we met. In your art of beguiling an honest, trusting man you were as perfect as you were remorseless. And you understood exactly what you were doing. For a time she seemed overwhelmed by his lava-like torrent of words and stood with bowed head and shrinking, trembling form. But when he ceased she turned to him and said bitterly and emphatically, I did not understand what I was doing. What would my brain have taught me were I all intellect like yourself? I half-wish you had left me to drown. And with a slight despairing gesture she turned away and did not look back. Ackland's face lighted up with a sudden flash of intelligence and deep feeling. He started to recall her, hesitated, and watched her earnestly until she disappeared. Then looking out on the scowling ocean he took off his hat and exclaimed in a deep, low tone. By all that's divine. Can this be? Is it possible that through the suffering of her own awakening heart she is learning to know the pain she has given to others? Should this be true? The affair is taking an entirely new aspect and Munson will be avenged as neither of us ever dreamed would be possible. He resumed his old position and thought long and deeply, then rejoined his cousin, who was somewhat surprised to find that his bitter mood had given place to his former composure. How is this, Jack? She asked. As the storm grows wilder without you become more serene. Only trying to make amends for my form of bearishness. He said carelessly but with a little rising colour. I don't understand you at all. She continued discontentedly. I saw you sulking in that out-of-the-way corner and I saw Miss Fantine approach you hesitatingly and timidly with the purpose, no doubt, of thanking you. Of course I did not stay to watch, but a little later I met Miss Fantine and she looked white and rigid. She has not left her room since. You take a great interest in Miss Fantine. It is well you are not in my place. I have wish I wasn't had your chances. You are more pitiless than the waves from which you saved her. I can't help being just what I am. He said coldly. Good night. And he too disappeared for the rest of the evening. The rain continued to fall in blinding torrents and the building fairly trembled under the violence of the wind. The guests drew together in the lighted rooms and sought by varied amusements to pass the time until the fierceness of the storm abated, few caring to retire while the uproar of the elements was so great. At last as the storm passed away and the late rising moon threw a sickly gleam on the tumultuous waters, Eva looked from her window with sleepless eyes, thinking sadly and bitterly of the past and future. Suddenly a dark figure appeared on the beach in the track of the moonlight. She snatched at an opera-glass, but could not recognize the solitary form. The thought would come, however, that it was Ackland, and if it were, what were his thoughts and what place had she in them? Why was he watching so near the spot that might have been their burial place? At least he shall not think that I can stolidly sleep after what has occurred. She thought, and she turned up her light, opened her window and sat down by it again. For the unseasonable rambler might be, he appeared to recognize the gleam from her window, for he walked hastily down the beach and disappeared. After a time she darkened her room again and waited in vain for his return. If it were he, he shuns even the slightest recognition. She thought despairingly, and the early dawn was not far distant when she fell into an unquiet sleep. For the next few days Miss Vantine had puzzled to all except Mrs. Alston. She was quite unlike the girl she had formerly been, and she made no effort to disguise the fact. In place of her old exuberance of life and spirits, there was lassitude and great depression. The rich color ebbed steadily from her face, and dark lines under her eyes betokened sleepless nights. She saw the many curious glances in her direction, but apparently did not care what was thought or surmised. Not that her manner to Ackland was so misleading, the tendency to couple their names together would have been far more general. She neither sought nor shunned his society. In fact she treated him as she did the other gentleman of her acquaintance. She took him at his word. He had said he would forgive her on condition that she would not speak of what he was pleased to term that little episode, and she never referred to it. Her aunt was as much at fault as the others, and one day quirklessly complained to Mrs. Alston that she was growing anxious about Eva. At first I thought she was disappointed over the indifference of that icy cousin of yours, but she does not appear to care a stroll for him. When I mention his name she speaks of him in a natural, grateful way. Then her thoughts appear to wander off to some matter that is troubling her. I can't find out whether she is ill or whether she has heard some bad news of which she will not speak. She never gave me or anyone that I know of much of her confidence. Mrs. Alston listened but made no comments. She was sure she was right in regard to Miss Van Tyne's trouble but her cousin mystified her. Ackland had become perfectly inscrutable. As far as she could judge by any word or act of his he had simply lost his interest in Miss Van Tyne and that was all that could be said. And yet a fine instinct tormented Mrs. Alston with the doubt that this was not true and that the young girl was the subject of a sedulously concealed scrutiny. Was he watching for his friend or for his own sake or was he in a spirit of retaliation enjoying the suffering of one who had made others suffer? His reserve was so great that she could not pierce it and his caution baffled even her vigilance but she waited patiently assured that the little drama must soon pass into a more significant phase and she was right Miss Van Tyne could not maintain the line of action she had resolved upon. She thought... I won't try to appear happy when I am not. I won't adopt the conventional mask of gaiety when the heart is wounded. How often I have seen through it and smiled at the transparent farce. Farce it seemed then but I now fear it was often tragedy. At any rate there was neither dignity nor deception in it. I have done with being false and so shall simply act myself and be a true woman though my heart break a thousand times not even by a glance shall I show that it is breaking for him. If he or others surmise the truth they may let them. It is a part of my penance and I will show the higher, stronger pride of one who makes no vain useless pretense to happy indifference but who can maintain a self-control so perfect that even Mrs. Alston shall not see one unmaidenly advance or overture. She succeeded for a time as we have seen but she overrated her will and underrated her heart that with deepening intensity craved the love denied her with increasing frequency she said to herself I must go away my only course is to hide my weakness and never see him again he is inflexible and yet his very obduracy increases my love a hundredfold. At last after a lonely walk on the beach she concluded my guardian must take me home on Monday next he comes to night to spend Sunday with us and I will make preparations to go at once. Although her resolution did not fail her she walked forward more and more slowly her dejection and weariness becoming almost overpowering as she was turning a sharp angle of rocks that jutted well down to the water she came face to face with Ackland and Mrs. Alston she was off her guard and her thoughts of him had been so absorbing that she felt he must be conscious of them she flushed painfully and hurried by with slight recognition and downcast face but she had scarcely passed them when acting under a sudden impulse she stopped and set in a low tone Mr. Ackland he turned expectantly toward her for a moment she found it difficult to speak then ignoring the presence of Mrs. Alston resolutely began Mr. Ackland I refer once more to a topic which you have in a sense forbidden I feel partially absolved however for I do not think you have forgiven me anything at any rate I must ask your pardon once more for having so needlessly and foolishly imperiled your life I say these words now because I may not have another opportunity we leave on Monday with this she raised her eyes to his for a little kindness which Mrs. Alston was confident could not be resisted indeed she was sure that she saw a slight nervous tremor in Ackland's hand as if he found it hard to control himself then he appeared to grow rigid lifting his hat he said gravely and unresponsively Miss Vantine you now surely have made ample amends please forget the whole affair she turned from him at once but not so quickly but that both he and his cousin saw the bitter tears that would come a moment later she was hidden by the angle of the rock as long as she was visible Ackland watched her without moving then he slowly turned to his cousin his face inscrutable as ever she walked at his side for a few moments in ill-concealed impatience then stopped and said decisively I'll go no further with you today I am losing all respect for you without speaking he turned to accompany her back to the house his reticence and coldness appeared to annoy her beyond endurance for she soon stopped and sat down on a ledge of the rocks that jetted down the beach where they had met Miss Vantine John you are the most unnatural man I ever saw in my life she began angrily what reason have you for so flattering an opinion he asked Cooley you have been giving reason for it every day since you came here she resumed hotly I always heard it said that you had no heart but I defended you and declared that your course toward your mother even when a boy showed that you had and that you would prove it some day but I now believe that you are unnaturally cold heartless and unfeeling I had no objection to your wounding Miss Vantine's vanity I'd encouraged you when that alone bit fair to suffer but when she proved she had a heart and that you had awakened it she deserved at least kindness and consideration on your part if you could not return her affection you should have gone away at once but I believe that you have stayed for the soul and cruel purpose of gloating over her suffering she has not suffered more than my friend or than I would if you indeed the idea of your suffering from any such cause I have believed you came here with the deliberate purpose of avenging your friend and that you are keeping for his inspection a diary in which the poor girl's humiliation today will form the hateful climax they did not dream that the one most interested was near Miss Vantine had felt too faint and sorely wounded to go further without rest believing that the rocks would hide her from whose eyes she would most wish to shun she had thrown herself down beyond the angle and was shedding the bitterest tears that she had ever known suddenly she heard Mrs. Alston's words but a short distance away and was so overcome by their import that she hesitated what to do she would not meet them again for the world but felt so weak that she doubted whether she could drag herself away without being discovered especially as the beach trended off to the left so sharply a little further on that they might discover her while she was looking vainly for some way to escape she heard Acklin's words and Mrs. Alston surmised in reply that he had come with the purpose of revenge she was so stung by their apparent truth that she resolved to clamber up through an opening of the rocks if the thing were possible panting and exhausted she gained the summit and then hastened to an adjacent grove as some wounded timid creature would run to the nearest cover Acklin had heard sounds and had stepped around the point of the rocks just in time to see her disappearing above the bank returning to Mrs. Alston he said impatiently in view of your opinions my society can have no attractions for you shall I accompany you to the hotel no was the angry reply I mean no mood to speak to you again today he merely bowed and turned as if to pursue his walk the moment she was hidden however he also climbed the rocks in time to see Ms. Fantine entering the grove with swift and silent tread he followed her but could not at once discover her hiding place at last passionate sobs made it evident that she was concealed behind a great oak a little on his left approaching cautiously he heard her moan oh this is worse than death he makes me feel as if even God had no mercy for me but I will expiate my wrong I will at the bitterest sacrifice which a woman can make she sprang up to meet Acklin standing with folded arms before her she started violently and leaned against the tree for support but the weakness was momentary for she wiped the tears from her eyes and then turned to him so quietly that only her extreme pallor proved that she realized the import of her words Mr. Acklin she asked have you Mr. Munson's address it was his turn now to start but he merely answered yes do do you think he still cares for me undoubtedly since then you were so near a friend will you write to him then I will try she turned away and would not look at him as after a moment's hesitation she concluded her sentence I will try to make him as happy as I can do you regret your course he asked with a slight tremor in his voice I regret that I misled that I wronged him beyond all words I am willing to make all the amends in my power do you love him she now turned wholly away and shook her head and yet you would marry him yes have you wished it knowing all the truth can you believe he would wish it indignantly can you believe that any man then avenge him to your cool soul's content she exclaimed passionately tell him that I have no heart to give him or to anyone through no effort or fault of mine I overheard Mrs. Alston's words and yours I know your design against me assuage your friend's grief by assuring him of your entire success of which you were already so well aware tell him how you triumphed over an untaught, thoughtless girl who was impelled merely by the love of power and excitement as you are governed by ambition and a remorseless will I did not know I did not understand how cruel I was although now that I do know I shall never forgive myself but if you had the heart of a man I might have seen that you were subjecting me to torture I did not ask or expect that you should care for me but I had a right to hope for a little kindness a little manly and delicate consideration a little healing sympathy for the almost mortal wound that you have made but I now see that you have stood by and watched like a grand inquisitor tell your friend that you have transformed this worthless girl into a suffering woman I cannot go to Brazil I cannot face dangers that might bring rest I must keep my place in society keep it too under a hundred observant and curious eyes you have seen it all of late in this house I was too wretched to care it was a part of my punishment and I accepted it I could not be false again even in trying to conceal a secret which it is like death to a woman to reveal I only craved one word of kindness from you had I received it I would have gone away in silence and suffered in silence but your course and what I have heard have made me reckless and despairing you do not leave me even the poor consolation of self-sacrifice you are my stony-hearted fate I wish you had left me to drown tell your friend that I am more wretched than he can ever be because I am a woman will he be satisfied? you ought to be was the low husky reply are you proud of your triumph? no, I am heartily ashamed of it but I have kept a pledge that will probably cost me far more than it has you a pledge? yes, my pledge to make you suffer as far as possible as he suffers she put her hand to her side as if she had received a wound and after a moment said wearily and coldly tell him that you succeeded and be content and she turned to leave him stay he cried impetuously it is now your turn take your revenge my revenge? she repeated an unfeigned astonishment yes, your revenge I have loved you from the moment I hoped you had a woman's heart yes, and before when I feared I might not be able to save your life I know it now though the very thought of it enraged me then I have watched and waited more to be sure that you had a woman's heart than put forth else though a false sense of honour kept me true to my pledge after I met you on the beach I determined at once to break my odious bond and place myself at your mercy you may refuse me in view of my course you probably will but everyone in that house there shall know that you refuse me and your triumph shall be more complete than mine she looked into his face with an expression of amazement and doubt but instead of coldness there was now a devotion and pleading that she had never seen before she was too confused and astounded however to comprehend his words immediately nor could the impression of his hostility pass away readily you are mocking me she faltered, scarcely knowing what she said I cannot blame you that you think me capable of mocking the noble Kanda which has cost you so dear as I can now understand I cannot ask you to believe that I appreciate your heroic impulse of self-sacrifice your purpose to atone for the wrong by inflicting irreparable wrong on yourself it is natural that you should think of me only as an instrument of revenge with no more feeling than some keen-aged weapon would have this also is the inevitable penalty of my course when I speak of my love I cannot complain if you smile in bitter incredulity but I have at least proved that I have a resolute will and that I keep my word and I again assure you that it shall be known this very night that you have refused me that I offered you my hand that you already had my heart where your image is enshrined with that of my mother and that I entreated you to be my wife my cousin alone guessed my miserable triumph all shall know of yours as he spoke with impassioned earnestness the confusion passed from her mind she felt the truth of his words she knew that her ambitious dream had been fulfilled and that she had achieved the conquest of a man upon whom all others had smiled in vain but how immeasurably different were her emotions from those which she had once anticipated not her beauty, not her consummate skill and fascination had wrought this miracle but her woman's heart awakened at last and it thrilled with such unspeakable joy that she turned away to hide its reflex in her face he was misled by the act into believing that she could not forgive him and yet was perplexed when she murmured with a return of her old pecan humor you are mistaken Mr. Atland it shall never be known that I refused you how can you prevent it? if your words are sincere you will submit to such terms as I choose to make I am sincere and my actions shall prove it but I shall permit no mistake and self-sacrifice on your part nor any attempt to shield me from the punishment I well deserve she suddenly turned upon him a radiant face in which he read his happiness and faltered Jack I do believe you although the change seems wrought by some heavenly magic but it will take a long time to pay you up I hope to be your dear torment for a lifetime he caught her in such a strong, impetuous embrace that she gasped I thought you were cold to our sex it's not your sex that I am clasping but you you, my Eve like the first man I have won my bride under the green trees and beneath the open sky yes Jack, I give you my whole heart as truly as did the first woman when there was but one man in all the world that is my revenge this is what Will Munson wrote some weeks later well Jack, I've had the yellow fever and it was the most fortunate event of my life I was staying with a charming family and they would not permit my removal to a hospital one of my bravest and most devoted nurses has consented to become my wife I hope you punished that little wretch Ava Van Tyne as she deserved confound your fickle soul muttered Ackland I punished her as she did not deserve and I risked more than life in doing so if her heart had not been as good as gold and as kind as heaven she never would have looked at me again Ackland is quite as indifferent to the sex as ever but Ava has never complained that he was cold to her End of an Unexpected Result by Edward P. Rowe