Part 16 (1/2)

”'E walked pretty brisk, and 'e was frowning, like as if 'e was in a rage. 'E pa.s.sed me close, so I 'ad a good look at 'im. Yes; I should say 'e was fair boilen', 'e was,” said William Roper, in a solemn, pleased tone of one giving d.a.m.ning evidence.

Mr. Flexen did not press the matter. He said: ”So James Hutchings came away last?”

”Yes; about five minutes after the Colonel. And 'e was in a pretty fair to-do, too. Leastways, he was frowning and a-muttering of to 'imself. He pa.s.sed me close.”

”Did _he_ seem in any hurry?” said Mr. Flexen.

”'E was walkin' fairly fast,” said William Roper.

Mr. Flexen paused again, pondering. He thought that William Roper had thrown all the light on the matter he could; and he had certainly revealed a number of facts which looked uncommonly important.

”And that was all you saw?” he said.

”That was all--except 'er ladys.h.i.+p,” said William Roper.

”Her ladys.h.i.+p?” said Mr. Flexen sharply.

”Yes. You see, there was no 'urry for me to go back to the woods, sir; an' I sat down on one of them garden seats along the edge of the Wellin'tonia shrubbery to smoke a pipe and think it ou'. I felt it was my dooty like to let 'is lords.h.i.+p know about these goings-on, never thinking as 'ow 'e was sitting there all the time with a knife in 'im. I should think it was twenty minutes arter that I saw 'er ladys.h.i.+p come out. Of course, I was farther away from the window, but I saw 'er quite plain.”

”And where did she go?” said Mr. Flexen.

”She didn't go nowhere, so to speak. She just walked up an' down the gravel path--like as if she'd come out for a breath of fresh air.

Then she went in. She wasn't out more nor ten minutes, or a quarter of an hour.”

Mr. Flexen was silent in frowning thought; then he looked earnestly at William Roper for a good minute; then he said: ”Well, this may be important, or it may not. But it is very important that you should keep it to yourself.” He looked hard again at William, decided that an appeal to his vanity would be best, and added: ”You're pretty shrewd, I fancy, and you can see that it is most important not to put the criminal on his guard--if it was a crime.”

”I suppose I shall 'ave to tell what I know at the inquest?” said William Roper, with an air of importance.

Mr. Flexen gazed at him thoughtfully, weighing the matter. Here were a number of facts which might or might not have an important bearing on the murder, but which would give rise to a great deal of painful and harmful scandal if they were given to the world at this juncture.

Besides the publication of them might force his hand, and he preferred to have a free hand in this matter as he had been used to have a free hand in India. There he had dealt with more than one case in such a manner as to secure substantial justice rather than the exact execution of the law.

It might be that in this case justice would be best secured by leaving the murderer to his, or her, conscience rather than by causing several people great unhappiness by bringing about a conviction. He was inclined to think, with Mr. Manley, that the murderer might have performed a public service by removing Lord Loudwater from the world he had so ill adorned. At any rate, he was resolved to have a free hand to deal with the case, and most certainly he was not going to allow this noxious young fellow to hamper his freedom of action and final decision.

”Your evidence seems to me of much too great importance to be given at the inquest. It must be reserved for the trial,” he said in an impressive tone. ”But if it gets abroad that you have seen what you have told me, the criminal will be prepared to upset your evidence; and it will probably become quite worthless. You must not breathe a word about what you saw to a soul till we have your evidence supported beyond all possibility of its being refuted. Do you understand?”

For a moment William Roper looked disappointed. He had looked to become famous that very day. But he realized his great importance in the affair, and his face cleared.

”I understands, sir,” he said with a dark solemnity.

”Not a word,” said Mr. Flexen yet more impressively.

CHAPTER VIII

That morning Olivia went to meet Grey in a mood very different from that of the afternoon before. Then she had moved on light feet, in high spirits, expectant, even excited. She had not known what was coming, but the prospect had been full of possibilities; and, thanks to the sudden appearance of the cat Melchisidec at the crucial moment, she had not been disappointed. Today she would have gone to meet the man who loved her in yet higher spirits, for there is no blinking the fact that she was wholly unable to grieve for her husband. He had with such thoroughness extirpated the girlish fondness she had felt for him when she married him, that she could not without hypocrisy make even a show of grieving for him. His death had merely removed the barrier between her and the man she loved.

But today she did not go to her tryst in spirits higher for the removal of that barrier. She went more slowly, on heavier, lingering feet. Her eyes were downcast, and her forehead was furrowed by an anxious, brooding frown.

The sight of Colonel Grey, waiting for her at the door of the Pavilion, smoothed the furrows from her forehead and quickened her steps. When the door closed behind them he caught her in his arms and kissed her. It was early in her widowhood to be kissed, but she made no protest. She did not feel a widow; she felt a free woman again. It is even to be feared that her lips were responsive.