Part 51 (1/2)
”Yet, he claimed to know you.”
”So I am told.”
”And you don't know _where_ he may have seen you?”
”All I know, you have heard in the evidence given to-day.”
”And--” hesitating slightly; ”is there nothing in your past life that might weigh in your favor; nothing that will give the lie to these hints so industriously scattered by Burrill?”
”O'Meara, let us understand each other; your question means this: Do I intend, now that this crisis has come, to make public, for the benefit of W----, the facts concerning my life previous to my coming here as a resident? My answer must be this, and again I must give you reason to think me ungracious, ungrateful. There is nothing in my past that could help me in this present emergency; there is no one who could come forward to my a.s.sistance. I have not in all America one friend who is so well known to me, or who knows me as well as Vandyck here, or yourself.
I can not drag to light any of the events of my past life; on the contrary, I must redouble my efforts to keep that past a mystery.”
Utter silence in the cell. The lawyer's pencil travels on--scratch, scratch, scratch. Ray sits moody and troubled of aspect. Doctor Heath looks with some curiosity upon the movements of the little lawyer, and inwardly wonders at his coolness. He has expected expostulation, indignation; has even fancied that his obstinate refusal to lend his friends any a.s.sistance may alienate them from his case, leaving him to face his fate alone. He sees how Vandyck is chafing, but he is puzzled by the little lawyer's phlegmatic acceptance of the situation.
Presently, the lawyer looks up, snaps his note book together with a quick movement, and then stows it away carefully in his breast pocket.
”Umph!” he begins, raising the five fingers of his right hand and checking off his items with the pencil which he has transferred to the left. ”Umph! Then your case stands like this, my friend: A man is found dead near your premises; a handkerchief bearing your name covers his face; a knife supposed to belong to you is with the body. You are known to have differed with this man; you have knocked him down; you have threatened him in the public streets. You are a stranger to W----. This murdered man claimed to know something to your disadvantage. He is known to have set out for your house; he is found soon after, as I have said, dead. You acknowledge the knife and handkerchief to be yours; you can offer no _alibi_, you can rebut none of the testimony. You refuse to tell aught concerning your past life. That's a fine case, now; don't you think so?”
”It's a worthless case for you, O'Meara. You had better leave me to fight my own battles.”
”Umph! I'm going to leave you for the present; but this battle may turn out to be not entirely your property, my friend. Since you won't help me, I won't disturb you farther. Come along, Vandyck.”
Young Vandyck began at once to expostulate, to entreat, to argue; but the little lawyer cut short the tide of his eloquence.
”Vandyck, be quiet! Can't you let a gentleman hang himself, if he sees fit? No, I see you can't; it's against your nature. Well, come along; we will see if we can't outwit this would-be suicide, and the hangman, too.” And he fairly forces poor, bewildered Ray from the room. Then, turning again toward his uncommunicative client, he says:
”Oh, I'll attend to that knife business at once, Heath, and let you hear the result.”
”Stop a moment, O'Meara. There is one thing I can say, and that is,--have the wounds in that body examined at once. As nearly as I could observe, without a closer scrutiny, the knife that killed was not the knife found with the body. It was a smaller, narrower bladed knife; and--if an expert examines that knife, the one found, he will be satisfied that it has never entered any body, animal or human. The _point_ has never been dipped in blood.”
”Oh! ho!” cries O'Meara, rubbing his hands together briskly. ”So! we are waking up! why didn't you mention all this before? But there's time enough! time enough yet. I'll have the body examined; and by the best surgeons, sir; and I'll see you to-morrow, _early_; good evening, Heath.”
”I'm blessed if I understand all this,” burst out Ray Vandyck, when they had gained the street. ”Here you have kept me with my mouth stopped all through this queer confab. I want a little light on this subject. What the deuce ails Heath, that he won't lift his voice to defend himself?
And what the mischief do you let him throw away his best chances for? I never heard of such foolhardiness.”
”Young man,” retorts the little lawyer, with a queer smile upon his face, ”just at present I have got no use for that tongue of yours. You may be all eyes and ears, the more the better; but, I'm going to include you in a very important private consultation; and, _don't you open your mouth_ until somebody asks you to; and then mind you get it open quick enough and wide enough.”
CHAPTER x.x.xI.
BEGINNING THE INVESTIGATION.
”Well!”
It is Mr. Wedron, of the New York Bar, who utters this monosyllable. He sits at the library table in the little lawyer's sanctum; opposite him is his host, and a little farther away, stands Ray Vandyck; a living, breathing, gloomy faced but mute interrogation point. He has just been introduced to Mr. Wedron, and he is anxiously waiting to hear how these two men propose to save from the gallows, a man who will make no effort to save himself.
”Well!” repeats Mr. Wedron, ”you have seen the prisoner?”