Part 27 (1/2)

”Come,” she called after him again; and again he followed.

CHAPTER XXII

THE MYSTERY

The house was a large one. It covered a great deal of ground although it was only one story high. A wide hall ran through the center of the main building, and there were doors to the right and the left. Through the first doorway to the right, Patricia made her escape; and, through it, Roderick Duncan followed her. But he brought up suddenly, the instant he had crossed the threshold, and stood there, staring.

Patricia had pa.s.sed swiftly ahead of him, and Roderick saw her drop upon her knees beside a couch-bed, whereon a man was lying--and that man was Richard Morton.

Duncan was too greatly amazed for connected thought, but he was conscious of the fact that Morton's eyes sought him over the shoulder of Patricia, who knelt beside the couch. He had never thought that Morton's eyes were quite so expressive. They seemed almost to speak to him, to wonder at his presence there; but, stranger than all else, to express unquestionable pleasure because of his presence. He thought it remarkable that Morton did not move; that the man made no effort to rise, or to speak; that there was neither smile nor frown upon his white, still face. Then, Patricia's voice broke the spell that was upon him. She turned, and beckoned to him.

”Come here, Roderick,” she said, softly. ”Come and speak to Richard.

Tell him that you have come all the way out here, by a special train, to marry me, and that you have brought a minister along with you to perform the ceremony. Come, Roderick, come. He will be made very happy by the news.” She turned toward the stricken man, again, and added: ”Won't you, Richard?”

Slowly the lids dropped for an instant over those strangely brilliant eyes, and, when they were raised again, the eyes seemed to smile at Roderick; but there was no other emotion visible about the prostrate man.

”I have not told you about him, Roderick,” Patricia said, rising to her feet, ”but I will do so now, in his presence. He wishes it so; do you not, Richard?”

Again, those eyes closed for an instant, and Roderick understood that the gesture, if gesture it could be called, meant an affirmative.

”Richard wishes you to know all the truth about him,” she continued.

”I have promised him, many times, that some day I would tell you. He meant to kill himself that night, when he drove his roadster away from Cedarcrest. He guided his car, purposely, into the ma.s.s of rocks at the roadside. I found him there. Patrick O'Toole, who is devoted to me, was with me, you know. We saw the wreck, and stopped. Then, we found Richard. Oh, it was awful. I thought he was dead, and I believed that I was his murderer. I still think that I was the unconscious cause of it all, although he will not have it so. I was moaning over him, when Mr. Radnor--you remember him?--found us. He took us to a sanatorium that he knew about, where he said there was a good doctor; and so it proved. I forgot all about Jack Gardner's car, but later I sent Patrick back after it.”

Morton's eyes began to wink rapidly, and Roderick called Patricia's attention to the fact.

”Yes; I know that I am getting ahead of my story,” she said, as if she perfectly understood what the winking meant. ”Richard was like a dead man when we arrived at the sanatorium--all save his eyes, and the fact that he breathed. He was completely paralyzed; only his eyes, and the lids over them, retained the power of motion. He was terribly injured. The doctor said he would not die, but that he would never move a muscle of his body again, no matter how long he might live. The power of speech was gone, too. Only his eyes lived; the rest of him--all but his eyes and his great heart--was dead.”

Morton's eyes began to wink rapidly, again.

”Yes, I shall tell it all; only, let me do it in my own way,” Patricia said to him. ”Mr. Radnor told me that he had given fict.i.tious names for both of us to the doctor. At first, I was offended because of it, but later, I was glad. The doctor permitted me to a.s.sist in the nursing--I ... I told him that I was Richard's wife. Mr. Radnor had already given that impression. I did not deny it; I made it more emphatic, in order that I might take the direction of affairs. When Mr. Radnor went away, he said he would return the following day; but I did not want him to do that, and so, when the next day came, I persuaded the doctor to telephone to him that he must not come. Also, when Mr. Radnor took his departure, I sent Patrick with him, to care for Jack's car. I told him to deliver it at the garage, and then to return to me, at the sanatorium, for further orders. But, when he came back, he told me he had abandoned the car in the streets of New York, knowing that it would be found and claimed, and wis.h.i.+ng to avoid the necessity of answering questions. Am I telling the story satisfactorily now, Richard?”

Slowly, the speaking eyes drooped their a.s.sent, and she went on:

”At the end of a few days, Richard was much better of his hurts. There was no change in the other condition--the one that still holds him so helpless. I seemed to have a positive genius for understanding him, and he made me know--you see, I kept asking questions till he made the positive or the negative sign. I hit upon that idea because once, Roderick, you made me read 'The Count of Monte Cristo,' and I remembered old Nortier--Well, Richard made me understand several things. One was that he wished to come here, as soon as possible; another was that, most emphatically, he did not wish to have any of the old friends and acquaintances in New York know what had happened to him. Fortunately, he had a large sum of money in his pockets--What are you insisting about now, Richard?” she concluded, with a smile, perceiving that the eyelids of the stricken man were working rapidly.

He looked steadily at her, and she shrugged her shoulders.

”Very well,” she said, ”I understand you. Roderick, he wishes me to tell you that he had the money with him because he intended to run away with me, that evening, and that he came very near to doing so. He wants me to tell you that he was a brute, and everything bad and mean and low and--there! I hope you are satisfied, Richard.”

The eyes slowly closed and opened again.

”Richard had a large sum with him. I, also, had a considerable amount with me. I had had some thought of running away from all of you, and had prepared myself for such an emergency. Well, when I knew what Richard wanted, I took command of things. I did not consult him at all, but went directly ahead, in my own way. I always did that, you know, Roderick. I engaged a private car and a special train to bring us here; engaged them in the name of--in the a.s.sumed name, you know.

One week from the day we entered the sanatorium, we left it again, went aboard the special train, and came here. Patrick came with us. He refused to leave.

”Oh, yes; I am forgetting something. You needn't wink so hard, Richard. I shall tell all of it. Richard protested with his eyes against my accompanying him. I do believe that he never once stopped blinking them, all the way out here. He would have said horrid things to me, if he could have spoken. I think that I was sometimes really glad he could not do so, fearing what he might have said. But n.o.body else could understand him; I could, and did. He was utterly helpless, and it was my fault that he was so. Yes, it was, and is, Richard, so stop protesting. I bribed the doctor at the sanatorium, to say nothing at all about us, and above all to keep every bit of information away from Mr. Radnor. Then, we came here.

”At first, it did not occur to me that I should remain, but, when I understood how entirely dependent Richard was upon me, I had to stay.