Complete Works of Bram Stoker (197 page)

When he had gone we stood silent, till the rumble of his carriage wheels died away. The first to speak was Doctor Winchester:

‘I think it well to say that to my mind, speaking purely as a physician, he is quite right. I feel as if I could have -assaulted him when he made it a condition of not giving up the case; but all the same he is right as to treatment. He does not understand that there is something odd about this special case; and he will not realize the knot that we are all tied up in by Mr. Trelawny’s instructions. Of course  —  ’ He was interrupted by Miss Trelawny:

‘Doctor Winchester, do you, too, wish to give up the case; or are you willing to continue it under the conditions which you know?’

‘Give it up! Less now than ever. Miss Trelawny, I shall never give it up, so long as life is left to him or any of us!’ She said nothing, but held out her hand, which he took warmly.

‘Now,’ said she, ‘if Sir James Frere is a type of the cult of Specialists, I want no more of them. To start with, he does not seem to know any more than you do about my Father’s condition; and if he were a hundredth part as much interested in it as you are, he would not stand on such punctilio. Of course, I am only too anxious about my poor Father; and if I can see a way to meet either of Sir James Frere’s conditions, I shall do so. I shall ask Mr. Marvin to come here today, and advise me as to the limit of Father’s wishes. If he thinks I am free to act in any way on my own responsibility, I shall not hesitate to do so.” Then Doctor Winchester took his leave.

Miss Trelawny sat down and wrote a letter to Mr. Marvin, telling him of the state of affairs, and asking him to come and see her and to bring with him any papers which might throw any light on the subject. She sent the letter off with a carriage to bring back the solicitor; we waited with what patience we could for his coming.

It is not a very long journey for oneself from Kensington Palace Gardens to Lincoln’s Inn Fields; but it seemed endlessly long when waiting for someone else to take it. All things, however, are amenable to Time; it was less than an hour all told when Mr. Marvin was with us.

He recognized Miss Trelawny’s impatience, and when he had learned sufficient of her father’s illness, he said to her:

‘Whenever you are ready I can go with you into particulars regarding your Father’s wishes.’

‘Whenever you like,’ she said, with an evident ignorance of his meaning. “Why not now?’ He looked at me, as to a fellow man of business, and stammered out:

‘We are not alone.’

‘I have brought Mr. Ross here on purpose,’ she answered. ‘He knows so much at present, that I want him to know more.’ The solicitor was a little disconcerted, a thing which those knowing him only in courts would hardly have believed. He answered, however, with some hesitation:

‘But, my dear young lady  —  Your Father’s wishes!  —  Confidence between father and child  —  ’

Here she interrupted him; there was a tinge of red in her pale cheeks as she did so:

‘Do you really think that applies to the present circumstances, Mr. Marvin? My Father never told me anything of his affairs; and I can now, in this sad extremity, only learn his wishes through a gentleman who is a stranger to me and of whom I never even heard till I got my Father’s letter, written to be shown to me only in extremity. Mr. Ross is a new friend; but he has all my confidence, and I should like him to be present. Unless, of course,’ she added, ‘such a thing is forbidden by my Father. Oh! Forgive me, Mr. Marvin, if I seem rude; but I have been in such dreadful trouble and anxiety lately, that I have hardly command of myself.’ She covered her eyes with her hand for a few seconds; we two men looked at each other and waited, trying to appear unmoved. She went on more firmly; she had recovered herself:

‘Please! Please do not think I “am ungrateful to you for your kindness in coming here and so ‘quickly. I really am grateful; and I have every confidence in your judgement. If you wish, or think it best, we can be alone.’ I stood up; but Mr. Marvin made a dissentient gesture. He was evidently pleased with her attitude; there was geniality in his voice and manner as he spoke:

‘Not at all! Not at all! There is no restriction on your Father’s part; and on my own I am quite willing. Indeed, all told, it may be better. From what you have said of Mr. Trelawny’s illness, and the other  —  incidental  —  matters, it will be well in ‘case of any  —  grave  —  eventuality, that it was understood from the first, that circumstances were ruled by your Father’s own imperative instructions. For, please, understand me, his instructions are imperative  —  most imperative. They are so unyielding that he has given me a Power of Attorney, under which I have undertaken to act, authorizing me to see his written wishes carried out. Please believe once for all, that he intended fully everything mentioned in that letter to you! Whilst he is alive he is to remain in his own room; and none of his property is to be removed from it under any circumstances whatever. He has even given an inventory of the articles which are not to be displaced.’

Miss Trelawny was silent. She looked somewhat distressed; so, thinking that I understood the immediate cause, I asked:

‘May we see the list?’ Miss Trelawny’s face at once brightened; but it fell again as the lawyer answered promptly  —  he was evidently prepared for the question:

‘Not unless I am compelled to take action on the Power of Attorney. I have brought that instrument with me. You will recognize, Mr. Ross,’ he said this with a sort of business conviction which I had noticed in his professional work, as he handed me the deed, ‘how strongly it is worded, and how the grantor made his wishes apparent in such a way as to leave no loophole. It is his own wording, except for certain legal formalities; and I assure you I have seldom seen a more iron-clad document. Even I myself have no power to make the slightest relaxation of the instructions, without committing a distinct breach of faith. And that, I need not tell you, is impossible.’ He evidently added the last words in order to prevent an appeal to his personal consideration. He did not like the seeming harshness of his words, however, for he added:

‘I do hope, Miss Trelawny, that you understand that I am willing  —  frankly and unequivocally willing  —  to do anything I can, within the limits of my power, to relieve your distress. But your Father had, in all his doings, some purpose of his own which he did not disclose to me. So far as I can see, there is not a word of his instructions that he had not thought over fully. Whatever idea he had in his mind was the idea of a lifetime; he had studied it in every possible phase, and was prepared to guard it at every point.

‘Now I fear I have distressed you, and I am truly sorry for it; for I see you have much  —  too much  —  to bear already. But I have no alternative. If you want to consult me at any time about anything, I promise you I will come without a moment’s delay, at any hour of the day or night.

‘There is my private address,’ he scribbled in his pocket-book as he spoke, ‘and under it the address of my club, where I am generally to be found in the evening.’ He tore out the paper and handed it to her. She thanked him. He shook hands with her and with me, and withdrew.

As soon as the hall door was shut on him, Mrs. Grant tapped at the door and came in. There was such a look of distress in her face that Miss Trelawny stood up, deadly white, and asked her:

‘What is it, Mrs. Grant? What is it? Any new trouble?”

‘I grieve to say, miss, that the servants, all but two, have given notice and want to leave the house today. They have talked the matter over among themselves; the butler has spoken for the rest. He says as how they are willing to forgo their wages, and even to pay their legal obligations instead of notice; but that go today they must.’

‘What reason do they give?’

‘None, miss. They say as how they’re sorry, but that they’ve nothing to say. I asked Jane, the upper housemaid, miss, who is not with the rest but stops on; and she tells me confidential that they’ve got some notion in their silly heads that me house is haunted!’

We ought to have laughed, but we didn’t. I could not look in Miss Trelawny’s face and laugh. The pain and horror there showed no sudden paroxysm of fear; there was a fixed idea of which this was a confirmation. For myself, it seemed as if my brain had found a voice. But the voice was not complete; there was some other thought, darker and deeper, which lay, behind it, whose voice had not sounded as yet.

Chapter VI.   Suspicions

THE FIRST TO GET FULL SELF-COMMAND WAS MISS Trelawny. There was a haughty dignity in her bearing as she said:

‘Very well, Mrs. Grant; let them go! Pay them up to today, and a month’s wages. They have hitherto been very good servants; and the occasion of their leaving is not an ordinary one. We must not expect much faithfulness from anyone who is beset with fears. Those who remain are to have in future double wages; and please send these to me presently when I send word.’ Mrs. Grant bristled with smothered indignation; all the housekeeper in her was outraged by such generous treatment of servants who had combined to give notice:

‘They don’t deserve it, miss; them to go on so, after the way they have been treated here. Never in my life have I seen servants so well treated, or any one so good to them and gracious to them as you have been. They might be in the household of a King for treatment. And now, just as there is trouble, to go and act like this. It’s abominable, that’s what it is!’

Miss Trelawny was very gentle with her, and smothered her ruffled dignity; so that presently she went away with, in her manner, a lesser measure of hostility to the undeserving. In quite a different frame of mind she returned presently to ask if her mistress would like her to engage a full staff of other servants, or at any rate try to do so. ‘For you know, ma’am,’ she went on, ‘When once a scare has been established in the servants’ hall, it’s well-nigh impossible to get rid of it. Servants may come: but they-go away just as quick. There’s no holding them. They simply won’t stay; or even if they work out their month’s notice, they lead you that life that you wish every hour of the day that you hadn’t kept them. The women are bad enough, the hussies; but the men are worse!’ There was neither anxiety nor indignation in Miss Trelawny’s voice or manner as she said:

‘I think, Mrs. Grant, we had better try to do with those we have. Whilst my dear Father is ill we shall not be having any company, so that there will be only three now in the house to attend to. If those servants who are willing to stay are not enough, I should only get sufficient to help them to do the work. It will not, I should think, be difficult to get a few maids; perhaps some that you know already. And please bear in mind, that those whom you get, and who are suitable and will stay, are henceforth to have the same wages as those who are remaining. Of course, Mrs. Grant, you well understand that though I do not group you in any way with the servants, the rule of double salary applies to you too.’ As she spoke she extended her long, fine-shaped hand, which the other took and then, raising it to her lips, kissed it impressively with the freedom of an elder woman to a younger. I could not but admire the generosity of her treatment of her servants. In my mind I endorsed Mrs. Grant’s
sotto voce
remark as she left the room:

“No wonder the house is like a King’s house, when the mistress is a Princess!’

‘A Princess!’ That was it. The idea seemed to satisfy my mind, and to bring back in a wave of light the first moment when she swept across my vision at the ball in Belgrave Square. A queenly figure! tall and slim, bending, swaying, undulating as the lily or the lotus. Clad in a flowing gown of some filmy black material shot with gold. For ornament in her hair she wore an old Egyptian jewel, a tiny crystal disc, set between rising plumes carved in lapis lazuli. On her wrist was a broad bangle or bracelet of antique work, in the shape of a pair of spreading wings wrought in gold, with the feathers made of coloured gems. For all her gracious bearing toward me, when our hostess introduced me, I was then afraid of her. It was only when later, at the picnic on the river, I had come to realize her sweet and gentle nature, that my awe changed to something else.

For a while she sat, making some notes or memoranda. Then putting them away, she sent for the faithful servants. I thought that she had better have this interview alone, and so left her. When I came back there were traces of tears in her eyes.

The next phase in which I had a part was even more disturbing, and infinitely more painful. Late in the afternoon Sergeant Daw came into the study where I was sitting. After closing the door carefully and looking all round the room to make certain that we were alone, he came close to me.

‘What is it?’ I asked him. ‘I see you wish to speak to me privately.’

‘Quite so, sir! May I speak in absolute confidence?’

‘Of course you may. In anything that is for the good of Miss Trelawny  —  and of course of Mr. Trelawny  —  you may be perfectly frank. I take it that we both want to serve them to the best of our powers.’ He hesitated before replying:

‘Of course you know that I have my duty to do; and I think you know me well enough to know that I will do it. I am a policeman, a detective; and it is my duty to find out the facts of any case I am put on, without fear or favour to anyone. I would rather speak to you alone, in confidence if I may, without reference to any duty of anyone to anyone, except mine to Scotland Yard.’

‘Of course! of course!’ I answered mechanically, my heart sinking, I did not know why. ‘Be quite frank with me. I assure you of my confidence.’

‘Thank you, sir. I take it that what I say is not to pass beyond you  —  -not to anyone. Not to Miss Trelawny herself, or even to Mr. Trelawny when he becomes well again.’

‘Certainly, if you make it a condition!’ I said a little more stiffly. The man recognized the change in my voice or manner, and said apologetically:

‘Excuse me, sir, but I am going outside my duty in speaking to you at all on the subject. I know you, however, of old; and I feel that I can trust you. Not your word, sir, that is all right; but your discretion!’