Part 3 (2/2)

”Do you notice what a curious, outlandish smell it has? It struck my nostrils sharper than hartshorn when I picked it up. No rum-drinking, tobacco-smoking burglar in breeches dropped that lace rag.”

Hannah set her stout arms akimbo, and looked ”unutterable things” at the delicate fabric, that as if to deprecate its captors was all the while breathing out deliciously sweet but vague hints,--now of eglantine, and now of that subtle spiciness that dwells in daphnes, and anon plays hide-and-seek in nutmeg geranium blooms.

Reluctance to admission of the suspicion of unworthiness in others is the invariable concomitant of true n.o.bility of soul in all pure and exalted natures,--and with that genuine chivalry, which now, alas! is welnigh as rare as the _aumoniere_ of pilgrims, the pastor bravely cast around the absent woman the broad, soft ermine of his tender charity.

”Hannah, if your insinuations point to the lady who called here last night, I can easily explain the suspicious fact of the handkerchief, which certainly belongs to her; for the room was close, and my visitor, having raised that window and leaned out for fresh air, doubtless dropped her handkerchief without observing the loss.”

”Do the initials '_O O_' represent her name?” asked Mrs. Lindsay, whose adroitly propounded interrogatories the previous evening had elicited no satisfactory information.

”Do not ladies generally stamp their own monograms when marking articles that compose their wardrobes?” He put the unlucky piece of cambric in his pocket, and pertinacious Hannah suddenly stooped and dealt Biorn a blow, which astonished the spectators even more than the yelping recipient, who dropped something at her feet and crawled behind his master.

”You horrid, greedy pest! Are you in league with the thieves, that you must needs try to devour the signs and tell-tales they dropped in the track of their dirty work? It is only a glove this time, sir, and it was all crumpled, just so,--where I first saw it, when I ran out to hunt for footprints. It was hanging on the end of a rose bush, yonder near the s...o...b..ll, and you see it was rather too far from the window here to have fallen down with the handkerchief. Look, Miss Elise, your hands are small, but this would pinch even your fingers.”

She triumphantly lifted a lady's kid glove, brown in colour and garnished with three small oval silver b.u.t.tons, the exact mate of one which Mr. Hargrove had noticed the previous evening, when the visitor held up the ring for his inspection. Exulting in the unanswerable logic of this latest fact, Hannah quite unintentionally gave the glove a scornful toss, which caused it to fall into the fireplace, and down between two oak logs, where it shrivelled instantaneously.

Unfortunately science is not chivalric, and divulges the unamiable and ungraceful truth, that perverted female natures from even the lower beastly types are more implacably vindictive, more subtly malicious, more ingeniously cruel than the stronger s.e.x; and when a woman essays to track, to capture, or to punish--_vae victis_.

”Now, Biorn! improve your opportunity and heap coals of fire on slanderous Hannah's head, by a.s.suring her you feel convinced she did not premeditatedly destroy traces, and connive at the escape of the burglars, by burning that most important glove, which might have aided us in identifying them.”

As Mr. Hargrove caressed his dog, he smiled, evidently relieved by the opportune accident; but Mrs. Lindsay looked grave, and an indignant flush purpled the harsh, pitiless face of the servant, who sullenly turned away, and busied herself in putting the furniture in order.

”Peyton, were the stolen papers of a character to benefit that person,--or indeed any one but yourself, or your family?”

He knew the soft blue eyes of his sister were watching him keenly, saw too that the old servant stood still, and turned her head to listen, and he answered without hesitation:

”The box contained the deed to a disputed piece of property, those iron and lead mines in Missouri,--and I relied upon it to establish my claim.”

”Was the lady who visited you last night in any manner interested in that suit, or its result?”

”Not in the remotest degree. She cannot even be aware of its existence. In addition to the deed, I have lost the policy of insurance on this house, which has always been entrusted to me and I must immediately notify the company of the fact and obtain a duplicate policy. Elise, will you and Hannah please give me my breakfast as soon as possible, that I may go into town at once?”

Walking to the window, he stood for some moments, with his hands folded behind him, and as he noted the splendour of the spectacle presented by the risen sun s.h.i.+ning upon temples and palaces of ice, prism-tinting domes and minarets, and burnis.h.i.+ng after the similitude of silver stalact.i.tes and arcades which had built themselves into crystal campaniles, more glorious than Giotto's,--the pastor said: ”The physical world, just as G.o.d left it,--how pure, how lovely, how entirely good;--how sacred from His hallowing touch! Oh that the world of men and women were half as unchangingly true, stainless, and holy!”

An hour later he bent his steps,--not to the lawyer's, nor yet to the insurance office, but to the depot of the only railroad which pa.s.sed through the quiet, old-fas.h.i.+oned, and comparatively unimportant town of V----.

The station agent was asleep upon a sofa in the reception-room, but when aroused informed Dr. Hargrove that the down train bound south had been accidentally detained four hours, and instead of being ”on time,” due at eleven p.m., did not pa.s.s through V---- until after three a.m. A lady, corresponding in all respects with the minister's description, had arrived about seven on the up train, left a small valise, or rather traveller's satchel, for safe keeping in the baggage-room; had inquired at what time she could catch the down train, signifying her intention to return upon it, and had hired one of the carriages always waiting for pa.s.sengers, and disappeared.

About eleven o'clock she came back, paid the coachman, and dismissed the carriage; seemed very cold, and the agent built a good fire, telling her she could take a nap as the train was behind time, and he would call her when he heard the whistle. He then went home, several squares distant, to see one of his children who was quite ill, and when he returned to the station and peeped into the reception-room to see if it kept warm and comfortable not a soul was visible. He wondered where the lady could have gone at that hour, and upon such a freezing night, but sat down by the grate in the freight-room, and when the down train blew for V---- he took his lantern and went out, and the first person he saw was the missing lady. She asked for her satchel, which he gave her, and he handed her up to the platform, and saw her go into the ladies' car.

”Had she a package or box, when she returned and asked for her satchel?”

”I did not see any, but she wore a waterproof of grey cloth that came down to her feet. There was so much confusion when the train came in that I scarcely noticed her, but remember she s.h.i.+vered a good deal, as if almost frozen.”

”Did she buy a return ticket?”

”No, I asked if I should go to the ticket office for her, but she thanked me very politely, and said she would not require anything.”

”Can you tell me to what place she was going?”

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