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Brood stopped him with an Imp
klent gesture "I must ask you not to
discuss Mrs Brood Joe — or you Dan"
"I was Just going to say Jim that It
I was you I’d thank the Lord that she’s
going to do ltM substituted Mr Riggs
somewhat hastily "She’s a wonder-
ful nurse She told me a bit ago that
she was going to save his life in spite
of the doctor"
"What does Doctor Bodder say?" de-
manded Brood pausing in his restless
pacing of the floor
"He says the poor boy is as good as
dead" said Mr Riggs
"Ain’t got a chance In a million”
said Mr Dawes
They were surprised to see Brood
wince He hadn’t been so thin-skinned
In the olden days His nerve was go-
ing hack on him that’s what it was
poor Jim! Twenty years ago he would
Sts stiffened his back and-taken It
:e a ui&n it did not occur to them
that they might hare broken the news
to him with tact and consideration
"But you can depend on us Jim to
pull him through" said Mr Riggs
quickly "Remember how we saved
you hack there in Calcutta when all
the foul doctors said you hadn’t a
chance? Well sir we’ll still — "
"It any feller can get well with a
bullet through his — " began Mr Dawes
encouragingly but stopped abruptly
when he saw Brood put his hands over
' his eyes and sink dejectedly into a
chair a deep groan on his lips
“I guess we’d better go" whispered
Mr Riggs after a moment of inde-
cision and then Inspired by a certain
fear for his friend struck the gong re-
soundingly Silently they made their
way out of the room encountering
Ranjab Just outside the door
"You must stick to It Ranjab" said
Mr Riggs sternly
“With your dying breath" added Mr
Dawes and the Hindu understanding
gravely nodded his head
“Well?” said Brood long afterward
raising his haggard face to meet the
gaze of the motionless brown man who
bad been standing in his presence for
many minutes
“Miss Lydia ask permission of sahib
to be near him until the end" said the
Hindu “She will not go away I have
beard the words she say to the sa-
bibah and the sahlbah as silent as the
tomb She say no word for herself
just Bit and look at the floor and never
move Then she accuse the sahlbah of
being the cause of the young master’s
death and the sahlbah only nod her
bead to that and go out of the room
smd up to the place where the young
master Is and they cannot keep her
from going In She Just look at the
- woman In the white cap and the wom-
an step aside The sahlbah is now
with the young master and the doctors f
She Is not of this world sahib but of
another"
"And Miss Desmond ? Where is she?”
"She wait in the hall outside bis
door Ranjab have speech with her
8he does not believe Ranjab She look
Into his eye and his eye is not honest
—she aee it all She say the young
blaster shoot himself and — ’’
"I shall tell her the truth Ranjab”
said Brood stolidly “She must know
— she and her mother Tonight I shall
see them but not now Suicide I Poor
poor Lydia!"
"Miss Lydia say she blame herself
tor everything She is a coward she
say and Ranjab he understand She
came yesterday and went away Ran-
jab tell her the sahib no can see her"
"Yesterday! I know 8he came to
- plead with me 1 know" groaned
Brood bitterly
"She will not speak her thoughts to
the world sahib” asserted Ranjab
"Thy servant have spoken his words
and she will not deny him It is for
the young master’s sake But she say
she know be shoot himself because
be no can bear the disgrace — ”
"Enough Ranjab" interrupted the
master "Tonight I shall tell her every-
thing Go now and fetch me the latest
word"
The Hindu remained motionless Just
Inside the door His eyes were closed
"Ranjab talk to the wlnda sahib
The winds speak to him The young
master is alive The greaf doctor he
search for the bullet It Is bad But
the sahlbah stand between him and
death She hohl back death She
laugh at death She say it no can be
Ranjab know her now Here in this
room he see the two woman in her
and he no more will be blind She
stand there before Ranjab who would
kill and out of the air came a new
spirit to shield her Her eyes are the
eyes of another who does not live in
the flesh and Ranjab bends the knee
He see the inside It is not black It
Is full of light — a great big light sahib
Thy servant would kill bis master’s
wife— but Allah defend 1 He cannot
kill the wife who la already dead His
master's wives stand before him — two
not one — and bis hand is stop"
Brood was regarding him through
wide-open incredulous eyea “You —
you saw t too?" he gasped
"Tne serpent is deadly Many time
Rasjab have take the poison from Its
fangs and It becomes his slave He
would hate taka the poison from the
serpent in his master’s house but the
serpent change before his eye and he
become the slave She speak to him
on the voice of the wind and he obey
It la the law Kismet! His master
have of wives two Two sahib — the
living and the dead They speak with
Ranjab today and he obey"
There was dead silence in the room
for many minutes after the remarkable
utterances of the mystic The two
men master and man looked into each
other’s eyes and spoke no more yet
something passed between them
"The sahlbah has sent Roberts for a
priest” said the Hindu at last
"A priest? But I am not a Catholic
—nor Frederic”
"Madam is The servants are say-
ing that th emptiest will be here too
late They are wondering why you
have not already killed me sahib”
“Killed you too?" - —
"They are now saying that the last
stroke of the gong sahib was the
death sentence for Ranjab It called
me here to -be slain by you I have
told them all that I fired the-1-"
“Go down at once my friend” said
Brood laying his hand on the man’s
shoulder "Let them see that I uo uot
blame you even though we permit
them to believe this lie of ours Go
my friend!"
The man bent his head and turned
away Near the door he stopped stock-
still and listened Intently
"The sahlbah comes”
“Ay she said she would come to me
here” said Brood and his Jaw hard-
ened "Hodder sent for me Ranjab an
hour ago but — he was conscious then
His eyea were open I — I could not
look Into them There would have
been hatred in them — hatred for me
and I— I could not go I was a coward
Yes a coward after all She would
have been there to watch me as I
cringed 1 was afraid of what I might
do to her then”
"He is not conscious now sahib"
said the Hindu slowly
“Still" said the other compressing
his lips "I am afraid — I am afraid
God Ranjab you do not know what It
means to be a coward! You—"
"And yet sahib you are brave
enough to stand on the spot where he
fell — where his blood flowed— and that
Is not what a coward would do”
The door opened and closed swiftly
and he was gone Brood allowed his
dull wondering gaze to sink to his
feet He was standing on the spot
where Frederic had fallen There was
no blood there now The rug had been
removed and bfefore his own eyes the
swift-moving Hindu had washed the
floor and table and put the room in or
der All this seemed ages ago Since
Brood Allowed His Dull Wondering
Gaze to 81nk to His Feet
that time be had bared his soul to the
smirking Buddha and receiving no
consolation from the smug Image had
violently cursed the thing Since then
he had waited— be had waited for
many things to happen He knew all
that took place below stairs He knew
when Lydia came and he denied him-
self to her The coming of the police
the nurses and the anesthetlclan and
later on Mrs John Desmond and the
reporters— all this he had known for
be had listened at a crack in the open
door And he had heard bis wife's
calm authoritative voice in the hall be-
low giving directions Now for the
first time he looked about him and felt
himself attended by ghosts In that
Instant he came to hate this once-loved
room this cherished retreat and all
that It contained He would never set
his foot inside of Its four walls again
It was filled with ghosts!
On the corner of the table lay a
great heap of manuscript— the story of
his life up to the escape from Lhasa!
The sheets of paper had been scat-
tered over the floor by the ruthless
hand of the surgeon but now they
were back In perfect order replaced
by another hand He thought of the
final chapter that would have to be
written If he went on with the Journal
It would bare to be written for It was
the true story o( Mg Ufa He strode
swiftly to the table In another in-
stant the work-of many months would
have been torn to bits of waste paper
But his hand was stayed Someone
had stopped outside his door He could
not hear a sound and yet be knew that
a hand was on the heavy latch He sud-
denly recalled his remark to the old
men He would have to write the final
chapter after alL
He waited He knew that she was
out there collecting all of her strength
for the coming Interview She was
fortifying herself against the’ crisis
that was so near at hand To his own
surprise and distress of mind he found
himself trembling and suddenly de-
prived of the fierce energy that he had
stored up for the encounter He won-
dered whether he would command the
situation after all notwithstanding his
righteous charge against her She had
wantonly sought to entice Frederic—
she had planned to' dishonor her hus-
band — she had proved herself unwhole-
some and false and her heart was evtlt
And yet he wondered whether he
would be able to stand his ground
against her
So far she had ruled At the outset
he had attempted to assert his au-
thority as the master of the house in
this trying heart-breaking houjr and
she had calmly waved him aside His
first thought had been to take his
proper place at the bedside of his vic-
tim and there to remain until the end
but she had said: "You are not to go
In You have done enough for one day
If he must die let it be in peace and
not in fear You are not to go In”
and he bad crept away to hide! He re-
membered her words later on when
Hodder sent for him to come down
“Not in fear” she had said
On the edge of the table where it
had reposed since Doctor Hodder
dropped it there was the small photo-
graph of Matilda He bad not touched
It but he had bent over It for many
minutes at a time studying the sweet
never-to-be-forgotten and yet curiously
unfamiliar features of that long-ago
loved one He looked at It now as he
waited for the door to open and his
thoughts leaped back to the last
glimpse he had ever bad of that ador-
able face Then It was white with de-
spair and misery — here It looked up at
him with smiling eyes and the languor
of unbroken tranquillity
He clenched his strong lean hands
to koep lhem from shaking A new
wonder filled him as he allowed his
eyes to measure the distance to the
floor and to sweep the strong powerful
frame that trembled and was cold He
was a giant In strength and yet he
trembled at the approach of this alen
der frail creature who paused at his
gates to gather courage for the attack!
He was sorely afraid and he could not
understand his fear With one of bis
sinewy hands he could crush the life
out of her slim white throat — and yet
he was afraid of her— physically afraid
of her
Suddenly he realized that the room
was quite dark He dashed to the win'
dow and threw aside the broad thick
curtains A stream of afternoon sun-
shine rushed Into the room He would
have light this time be would not be
deceived by the darkness as he had
been once before This time be would
see her face plainly There should be
no sickening illusion He straightened
his tall figure and waited for the door
to open
CHAPTER XX
A Sister’s Story
If she hesitated outside the room to
sumtnon the courage to face the man
who would demand so much of her
there was nothing in her manner now
to Indicate that such had been the
case She approached him without a
symptom of nervousness or irresolu-
tion Her dark eyes met his without
wavering and there was purpose In
them
8he devoted a single glance of sur-
prise to the uncurtained window on en-
tering the door and an instant later
scrutinized the floor with unmistakable
Interest as if expecting to find some-
thing there to account for his motive
in admitting the glare of light — some-
thing to confound and accuse her But
there was no fear or apprehensiveness
in the look She was not afraid
Brood remained standing a little be-
yond the broad ray of lights expecting
her to advance into its full revealing
glare She stopped however in the
shadow opposite It was he who moved
forward Into the light and there was a
deep searching look In his eyes In an
Instant it was gone he had satisfied
himself The curious experience of the
morning had been a phantasm an il-
lusion a mockery There was noth
lng In this woman’s smoldering eyes
to suggest the soft luminous loveli
ness of Matilda's He drew a long
deep breath of relief
’ She had put on a rather plain white
blouse open at the neck The cuffs
were rolled up nearly to the elbows
evidence that she had been using her
hands In some active employment and
bad either forgotten or neglected to re-
store the sleeves to their proper post
tlon A chic black walking-skirt lent
to- her trim erect figure a suggestion
of girlishness
Her arms hung straight down at her
sides limply It would have Beemed at
first glance but in reality they were
rigid
"I have come as I said I would" she
said after a long tense silence Her
voice was low huskier than ever but
without a tremor of excitement "You
did not say you would wait for me
here but I knew you would do sa The
hour of reckoning has coma We
must pay both of ua I am not fright
ened by your silence James nor am I
afraid of what you may say or do
First of all it Is expected that rrederic
will die Doctor Hodder has proclaimed
it He Is a great surgeon He ought
to know But he doesn’t know— da Xoo
hear? He does not know I shall not
let him die"
"One moment !f you please” said
her husband coldly “You may spare
me the theatrics Moreover we will
not discuss Frederic What we have
to say to each other has little to do
with that poor wretch downstairs This
is your hour of reckoning not bis
Bear that—”
“You are very much mistaken" she
interrupted her gaze growing more
fixed than before “He is a part of our
reckoning He Is the one great char-
acter In this miserable unlooked-for
tragedy Will you be so kind as to
draw those curtains? And do me the
honor to allow me to sit in your pres-
ence" There was infinite scorn in her
voice "I am very tired I have not
been idle Every minute of my waking
hours belongs to your son James
Brood— but I owe this half-hour to you
You shall know the truth about me as
I know it about you I did not count
on this hour ever being a part of my
life but it has to be and I shall face
it without weeping over what might
have been Will you draw the cur-
tains?” - He hesitated a moment and then
erked the curtains together shutting
out the pitiless glare
"Will you be seated— there?" he
said quietly pointing to a chair at the
end of the table
She switched on the light In the big
lamp but Instead of taking the chair
indicated sank into one on the oppo-
"Do You Remember When You First
8aw Me James Brood?"
site side of the table with the mellow
light full upon her lovely serious face
“Sit there” she said signifying the
chair he had requested her to take
"Rlease sit down” she went on Impa-
tlently'as be continued to regard her
forbiddingly from his position near the
window
"I shall be better able to say what I
have to say standing" he said signifi-
cantly -
“Do you expect me to plead with you
for forgiveness?” she inquired with an
unmistakable look of surprise
“You may save yourself the humilia-
tion of such—"
"But you are very gravely mistaken"
she interrupted "I shall ask nothing
of you”
“Then we need not prolong the — "
'“I have come to explain not to
plead" she went on resolutely "I want
to tell you why I married you You
will not find it a pleasant Btory nor
will you be proud of your conquest It
will not be necessary tor you to turn
me out of your house I entered it
with the determination (o leave It in
my own good time I think you would
better sit down"
He looked at her fixedly for a mo-
ment as If striving to materialize a
thought that lay- somewhere in the
back of his mind He was vaguely
conscious of an impression that he
could unravel all this seeming mystery
without a suggestion from her if given
the time to concentrate his mind on
the vague hazy suggestion that tor-
mented his memory
Hejat down opposite her and rest-
ed his arms on the table The lines
about his mouth were rigid uncompro-
mising but there was a look of wonder
in his eyes
She leaned forward In her chair the
better to watch the changing expres-
sion In his eyes as she progressed with
her story Her hands were clenched
tightly under the table's edge
"You are looking into my eyes— as
you have looked a hundred times” she
said after a moment “There is some-
thing in them that has puzzled you
since the night when you looked Into
them across that great ballroom in
London You have always felt tha
they were not new to you that you
have had them constantly In front of
you for ages Do you remember when
you first saw me James Brood?”
He Btared and his eyes widened “I
never saw you in my life until that
night In London I—"
"Look closely Isn't there something
more than doubt in your mind as you
look into them now?"
"I confess that I have always been
puzzled by — by something I cannot un-
derstand in- But all this leads to
nothing" he broke off harshly “We
are not here to mystify each other but
to—"
"To explain mysteries that’s It of
course You are looking What do
you see? Are you not sure that you
looked Into my eyes long long ago?
Are there not moments when my voice
is familiar to you when it speaks to
you out of — ”
He sat up rigid as a block of stone
“Yes by heaven I have felt it all
along Tod ax I was donylncfid that
the unbelievable had happened 1 saw
something that — ” He stopped short
his lips parted
She waved her hand in the direction
of the Buddha "Have you never peti-
tioned your too solid friend over there
to unravel the mystery for you? In
the quiet of certain lonely speculative
hours have you not wondered where
you had seen me before — long long
before the night In London? In all the
years that you have been trying to
convince yourself that Frederic is not
your son has there not been the vision :
of—"
- “What are you saying to me? Are
you trying to tell me that you are Ma-
tilda?” “If not Matllde then who am I
pray?” she demanded
He sank back frowning "It cannot
be possible I would know her a thou-
sand years from now You cannot
trick me into believing— But in
God’s name who are you?” ' He leaned
forward again clutching the edge of
the table “By heaven I sometimes
think you are a ghpst come to haunt
me to torture me What trick what
magic is behind all this? Has her
soul her spirit her actual being found
a lodging place in you and have you
been Bent to curse me for — ”
She rose half-way out of her chair
leaning farther across the table “Yes
James Brood I represent the spirit of
Matllde Valeska if you will have It so
Not sent to curse you but to love you
That's the pity of it alL I swear to
you that it is the spirit of Matllde that
urges me to love you and to spare you
now It is the spirit of Matllde that
stands between her son and death But
It is not Matllde who confronts you
here and now you may be sure of that
Matllde loved you She loves you now
even in her grava You will never be
able to escape from that wonderful
love of hers If there have been times
— and heaven knows there were many
I know — when I appeared to love you
for myself I swear to you that I was
moved by the spirit of Matllde I— I
am as much mystified as greatly puz-
zled as yourself I came here to bate
you and I have loved you — yes there
were moments when I actually loved
you"
Her voice died away into a whisper
For many seconds they sat looking
Into each other’s eyes neither pos-
sessing the power to break the strange
spell of Bilence that had fallen upon
them
“No It is not Matllde who confronts
you now but one who would not spare
you as she did up to the hour of her
death You are quite safe from ghosts
from this hour on my friend You
will never see Matllde again though
you look Into my eyes till the end of
time Frederic may see may feel the
spirit of his mother but you — ah no!
You have seen the last of her Her
blood is in my veins her wrongs are in
my heart It was she with whom you
fell In love and It was she you married
six months ago but now the curtain Is
lifted Don't you know me now James?
Can your memory carry you back
twenty-three years and deliver you
from doubt and perplexity? Look
closely I say I was six years old
then and — "
Brood was glaring at her as one
stupefied Suddenly he cried out In a
loud voice: "Heaven help me you
are— you are the little sister? The
little Therese?”
She was standing now leaning far
over the table for he had Bhrunk down
Into his chair
“The little Therese yes! Now do
you begin to see? Now do you begin
to realize what I came here to do? Now
do you know why I married you? Isn't
it clear to you? Well I have tried
to do all these things so that I might
break your heart sb you broke hers I
came to make you pay!” She was
speaking rapidly excitedly now Her
voice was high-pitched and unnatural
Her eyes seemed to be driving him
deeper and deeper into the chair forc-
ing him down as though with a giant’s
hand “The little timid heart-broken
Therese who would not speak to you
nor kiss you nor say good-by to you
when yon took her darling sister away
from the Bristol in the Kartnerring
more than twenty years ago Ah how
I loved her— how I loved her! And
how I hated you for taking her away
from me Shall I ever forget that wed-
ding night? Shall I ever forget the
grief the loneliness the hatred that
dwelt in my poor little heart that
night? Everyone was happy— the
whole world was happy — but was I?
I was crushed with grief You were
taking her away across the awful sea
— and you were to make her happy so
they said— al— e so said my beloved
joyous sister You stood before the
altar in ' St Stephen's with her and
promised — promised — promised every-
thing I heard you I jat with my
mother and turned to ice but I beard
you All Vienna all Budapest said that
you promised naught but happiness to
each other She was twenty-one She
was lovely — ah far lovelier than that
wretched photograph lying there in
front cf you It was made when she
wi3 eighteen She did not write those
words on the back of the card I wrote
them — not more than a month ago be-
fore I gave it to Frederic To this
house she came twenty-three years
ago You brought her here the happi-
est girl in all the world How did you
send hex away? How?”
He stirred In the chair A spasm of
pain crossed his face “And I was the
happiest man In all the world” he said
hoarsely “You are forgetting one
thing Therese" He fell into the way
of calling her Therese as If he had
known her by no other name “Your
sister was not content to preserve the
happiness that—"
"Stop!" she commanded “You are
not to speak evil of her now You will
never think evil of her after what I am
about to tellyou You will curse your-
self Somehow 1 am glad that toy
plans have gone awry It gives me thg
opportunity to see yoff curse yourself
“Her sister!” uttered the man unbe-
lievingly “I have married the child
Therese I have held her sister in my
arms all these months and never knew
It 1b a dream I — ”
“Ah but you have felt even though
M
He struck the table violently with
his fist His eyes were blazing “What
manner of woman are you? What
were you planning to do to that un-
happy boy — her son? Are you a fiend
to—”
“In good time James you will know
what manner of woman I am” she in-
terrupted quietly Sinking back in the
chair she resumedxthe broken strain
all the time watching him through
half-closed eyea “She died ten years
ago Her boy was twelve years old
She never saw him after the night you
turned her away from this house On
her deathbed as she was releasing her
pure undefiled soul to God's keeping
she repeated to the priest who went
through the unnecessary form of ab-
solving her — she repeated her solemn
declaration that she had never wronged
you by thought or deed I had always
believed her the holy priest believe!
her God believed her You woul!
have believed her too James Brood
She was a good woman Do you hear!
And you put a curse upon her an!
drove her out into the night Thai
was not all You persecuted her to th
end of her unhappy Ufa You did that
to my sister!"
"And yet you married me” he mut
tered thickly
“Not because I loved you— oh nol
She loved you to the day of her death
aftfer all the misery and suffering yol
had heaped upon her No woman evel
endured the anguish that she suffered
throughout those hungry years Yod
kept her chUd from her You denied
him to her even though you denied
him to yourself Why did you keeg
him from her? She was his mother
She bad borne him he was all hera
But no! It was your revenge to de
prive her of the child she had brought
Into the world You worked deliberate
ly in this plan to crush what little
there was left in life for her You kept
him with you though you branded him
with a name I cannot utter you guard-
ed him as If be were your most
precious possession and not a curse to
your pride you did this because you
knew that you could drive the barb
more deeply Into her tortured heart
You allowed her to die after years of
pleading after years of vain endeavor
without one glimpse of her boy with-
out ever having heard the word mother
on his lips That Is what you did to
my sister For twelve long years you
gloated over her misery Oh God
man how I hated you when I married
you!" She paused breathless
“You are creating an excuse for your
devilish conduct" he exclaimed harsh-
ly "You are like Matllde false to the
core You married me for the luxury I
could ' provide notwithstanding the
curse I had put upon your sister I
don’t believe a word of what you are
saying to—”
“Don’t you believe that I am her sis-
ter ?"
“You — yes by heaven I must believe
that Why have I been so blind? You
are the little Therese and you hated
me in those other days I remember
well the-"
“A child's despairing hatred because
you were taking away the being she
loved best of all Will you believe me
when I say that my hatred did not en-
dure for long? ' When her happy Joy-
ous letters came back to us filled with
accounts of your goodness your devo-
tion I — I allowed my hatred to die I
forgot that you had robbed me I came
to look upon you as the fairy prince
after all It was not until sbe came all
the way across the ocean and began to
die before our eyes— she was years In
dying — It was not until then that I be-
gan to hate you with a real undying
hatred”
“And yet you gave yourself to me”
he cried “You put yourself in her
placa In heaven's name what was to
be gained by such an act as that?”
-"I wanted to take Matilde’s boy away
from you” Bhe hurried on and for the
first time her eyes began to waver
“The idea suggested itself to me the
night I met you at the comteBse’s din-
ner It was a wonderful a tremendous
thought that entered my brain At
first my real self revolted but as time
went on the Idea became an obsession
I married you James Brood for the
sole purpose of hurting you In the
worst possible way by having Ma-
tilde’s son Btrlke you where the pain
would be the greatest Ah you are
thinking that I would have permitted
myself to have become his mistress
but you are mistaken I am not that
bad I would not have damned his
soul in that way I would not have
betrayed my sister in that way Far
more subtle was my design I confess
that it was my plan to make him fall In
love with me and in the end to run
away with him leaving you to think
that the very worst had happened But
it would not have been as you think
He would have been protected my
friend amply protected He — ”
“But you would have wrecked him—
don’t you see that you would have
wrecked the life you sought to protect?
How utterly blind and unfeeling you
were You say that he was my son
and Matilde’s honestly born What
was your object may I inquire in
striking me at such cost to him? You
would havo made a scoundrel of him
for the sake of a personal vengeanca
Are you forgetting that he regarded
himself as my son?" 1
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