Part 16 (2/2)

”Hard on you.... On the contrary, I have been too considerate,” he said, steeling his heart against pity. ”You must go home to your husband, Mrs.

Bough, or apply elsewhere for medical advice. I have none to give you.”

His square face was very stern as he took the cab-whistle from the hall-salver, that was packed with cards and notes, and letters that had come by the last post, and a telegram or two. She moaned as he laid his hand on the k.n.o.b of the hall-door.

”It wasn't my doings, Doctor.... Hi told Bough what you said. Hi did, faithful ... an' 'e swore if you wasn't the man to do what 'e wanted, 'e'd be d.a.m.ned but 'e'd find a woman as would! And she come next night--a little, shabby, white-faced, rat-nosed hold thing, s.h.i.+verin' an' shakin'.

Five pounds she 'ad of Bough, shakin' an' s.h.i.+verin'. An' he wasn't to send no more to the haddress he knew, because she wouldn't be there. Always move hout ... she says, after a fresh job! Oh, my Gawd! An' Bough, he hordered me, an' Hi 'ad to give in. An' to-night Hi reckoned Hi was dyin'

an' 'e said Hi best harsk you, 'e was about fed up with women an' their blooming sicknesses. So Hi biked 'ere because Hi couldn't walk. An'

now!...” She groaned: ”Hi _ham_ dyin', aren't Hi?”

Even to an observation less skilled than that of the expert medical pract.i.tioner the signs of swift and speedy dissolution were written on the insignificant, once pretty, little face. Dying, the miserable little creature had ridden to Chilworth Street, hastening her own inevitable end by the stupendous act of folly, and ensuring Saxham's. That certainty had pierced him, even as the first horrible convulsion seized her and wrenched her sideways off the bench. He caught her, and shouted for his man, and they carried her into the consulting-room, and laid her on a sofa, and he did what might be done, knowing that his mercy on her involved swift and pitiless retribution upon himself. Mrs. Bough died three hours later, as the grey dawn straggled through the blinds, and the men with the district ambulance waited at the door, and Dr. Owen Saxham went about his work that day with a strange sensation of expecting some heavy blow that was about to fall. It fell upon the day following the Coroner's Inquest. He was sitting down to breakfast when a Superintendent of Police arrested him upon a warrant from Scotland Yard.

His servant, very pale, had announced that the Superintendent wished to see the Doctor. The Superintendent was in the room, courteously saluting Saxham, before the man had fairly got out the words.

”Good-morning, sir. A pleasant day!”

”Unlike the business that brings you here, I think, Mr. Superintendent?”

said Saxham, with his square jaw set. His man spilt the coffee and hot milk over the cloth in trying to fill his master's cup. ”You are nervous, Tait. You had better go downstairs, I think, unless----” Saxham looked interrogatively at the burly, officially-clad figure of the Law.

”No, sir, thank you. We do not at present require your man, but it is my duty to tell him that he had better not be out of the way, in case his testimony is wanted.”

”You hear?” said Saxham; and as white-faced Tait fled, trembling, to the lower regions: ”Of course, you are here,” he went on, pouring out the coffee himself with a firm hand, and looking steadily at the Superintendent, ”with regard to the case of Mrs. Bough? I have expected that a magistrate's inquiry would follow the Inquest. It seemed only natural----”

The Superintendent interrupted, holding up a large hand.

”It is my duty to tell you, Dr. Saxham, that everything you say will be taken down and used against you in evidence.”

”Naturally,” said Saxham, putting sugar in his coffee. The sugar was used against him. It amused him now to remember that. The Superintendent had never seen a gentleman more cool, he told the magistrate.

”You see, sir, this Case has been fully considered by the authorities, and it has an ugly look; and it has therefore been decided to charge you with causing the death of the woman Bough by an illegal act, performed here, in your consulting-room, on the twentieth instant, when she visited you ...”

”For the first time,” put in Saxham quietly.

”That may be or may not be,” said the Superintendent. ”You were often at her husband's place of business, you know, and may have seen her or not seen her.”

”As she used to be in Bough's shop, it is possible that a great many of the man's customers besides myself did see her,” Saxham went on, eating his breakfast.

”One of my men out there in the hall--I've noticed you looking towards the door----” began the Superintendent.

”Wondering what the shuffling and breathing at the keyhole meant?” said Saxham quietly. ”Thank you for explaining.”

”One of my men will fetch a cab when you have finished breakfast, and then, sir,” said the Superintendent, ”I am afraid I must trouble you to come with me to Paddington Police Station.”

”Very well,” said Saxham, frowning, ”unless you object to using my brougham, which will be at the door”--he looked at his silver table-clock, a present from a grateful patient--”in ten minutes' time.”

”I don't at all mind that, sir,” agreed the obliging Superintendent; ”and the men can follow in the cab. Any objection?”

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