Cursed be the treasure
than ever the significance of the self-abnegating act. To save me he
had made himself a liar and a thief. What that must mean to one with
his passion for law and authority I could only dimly imagine. As for
me I should have been willing to perjure myself a hundred times over
for anyone I loved, but I knew by all my experience of his nature how
such guilt would rankle in Worthing's soul. He had set himself up
against the law. He had violated the ruling principle of his life.
He had swerved aside from the clear straight path he had marked out
for himself. And all to save his friend, whose conduct he had never
pretended to sympathize with or condone.
I worked myself up into a fine emotion as I spoke of all this to Jenny.
She said thoughtfully, "He loves you, Tommy; that's why."
I thought I could read in her steady eyes, "And I would have done the
same."
So the evening wore away, while the darkness closed in like a visible
shadow drawing ever nearer. And it was time for me to depart.
CHAPTER XIX
INTO THE FIRE
I opened the window and looked out into the night, glad to see the sky
veiled in thick clouds which didn't let a single star through. For
the darkness would befriend me better than the brightest moon. I said
good-bye to Jenny, and climbed out on to the sill, and feeling for a
firm branch of ivy carefully began to lower myself till my face was on
a level with the window-ledge. There I paused to say a last farewell,
and Jenny stooping swiftly caught my cheeks between her little hands
and kissed me with a passionate vigour, saying, "You'll find him,
Tommy?"
"And kill him," I answered, and recommenced the descent.
I reached the ground safely, and looking up heard a faint whisper,
"Good-bye, Tommy; good-bye." But it was too dark to see my little
friend; and I moved away, keeping close to the wall.
I hadn't gone many yards before I was arrested by the faintest sound
of footsteps in front of me. Immediately my mind filled with thoughts
of the officers. They were lurking there for me. I stood still and
listened. I wasn't mistaken. The sound was repeated; stealthily, as
though some one was creeping towards me through the darkness. Had I
been heard too? I asked myself. I thought not, for I had taken every
precaution, treading as softly as I knew how. But was it safest
to retreat, or to wait where I was? For a moment or two I waited
listening whether the steps would approach me or not. For a while I
heard nothing, and thought they had ceased. Then close to me I heard
a louder crunch on the path, and I realized that only a few paces
separated me from this unknown prowler who I felt convinced was on my
trail. The sudden proximity nerved me to action. I glided back on the
way I had come, but a treacherous twig cracked beneath my heel with
a report like a pistol. I stood petrified, straining eyes and ears
for signs of my pursuer. But he seemed to have halted. The air was
deathly still. I pressed on again, hugging the wall, and felt where it
opened back into a low doorway. I crept into the crevice, and silently
strained against the little door; but it was locked. Indeed, I didn't
expect to find it otherwise, for I remembered it, and knew it was never
used. I thought my best plan was to wait under the archway, where if it
came to blows I could take my enemy by surprise.
I crouched into the darkness, listening for his approach. Still the
silence remained unbroken, and my ears filled with that shrill singing
which is only heard when the air is utterly still. The singing became
so loud that I feared I wouldn't hear a sound if one came. Then I
grew aware that the edge of my foot was resting on a pebble. I was
terrified lest it should somehow shoot from beneath me and betray my
hiding-place. But an inspiration came to me. Slowly I stooped down and
took the pebble in my hand, then carefully threw it in front of me
among the shrubbery that bordered the other side of the path. I thought
my pursuer hearing it would turn and follow the sound. I heard it fall
with a dull thud on the earth beyond the bushes. I had thrown too far.
To give the rustling sound I intended it should have fallen in among
the twigs.
However, I drew myself up silently and listened. I thought I could
distinguish a faint movement. And it seemed that my pursuer was nearer
than before. Would he step aside after the false trail? But another
stir in the darkness told me he was still on my track.
I began to stoop for another pebble. I thought the manœuvre was worth
a second trial. But as I stooped my arm touched something soft. My
muscles stiffened, and my heart gave a bound, for I had touched a man.
I dared not move; hardly dared breathe. I wanted to turn and look, but
I couldn't control a nerve. Then I seemed to hear a deep slow breathing
beside me. It was more a motion of the air than a sound. Summoning my
utmost courage I turned my head. Very faintly in the blackness I could
distinguish a sort of lesser dimness which I knew was a face. And I
knew too that the eyes were fixed upon me. They seemed to be glowing at
me, though nothing of them could I actually see. It was merely that I
felt them there like a paralyzing spell.
Then suddenly my attention was diverted. Close to me on the other side
I heard the faint fillip of a stone on the path. I was caught in the
trap all right. I expected every moment to feel a hand grip me from
one side or the other. But nothing happened, and the strain became
intolerable. I wanted to scream aloud, to spring out from the archway
and into the open. What were they waiting for? Why didn't that hidden
spy in the corner give the signal? Why didn't my first pursuer put out
a hand and feel for me? They seemed to be playing with me, a cruel sort
of game. I was fairly trapped, but they wished to linger out the agony.
A terrible sweat broke out on my brow; my tongue went dry; my throat
was so parched I could scarcely breathe. And all the while I could feel
as it were a heavy shadow palpably closing in from either side. Then
suddenly I caught my breath and choked.
That broke the spell. I sprang away. I thought I felt a hand clutch me
from behind as though to stop me; but before I had fled a couple of
steps there was a splitting pain at my head as though something had
burst within it; and before I lost consciousness I knew that some one
had struck me a dizzying blow.
I awoke to a sort of disturbed dreaming long before I awoke to reality.
There was a heavy confusion in my mind as though I were being swung at
the end of a long chain. There was a rushing and buzzing in my ears,
and sometimes a sudden cessation as though the whole world were frozen
into a momentary immobility. Then with a wrench I was dizzily spinning
again in a sickening circle. But by degrees the spinning seemed to
slacken, and then I was tossing uneasily with short lurchings and
swayings as though I were suspended from a high roof with a company of
giants swinging me from one to another. For sometimes I was tearing
through the air; and then I would stop with a thud and a jerk to be
sent racing away once more. And always there was a sort of burdensome
cloud weighing at my heart, strangely oppressing me with stifling
fold upon fold of black vapour. And the cloud seemed to grow, till
it enveloped my whole body; and the noise of the air rushing past me
became muffled and far away, as though I were swathed in huge blankets
of palpable clinging gloom. I struggled against it, and longed even for
the sickening hiss of the air about my face, for something seemed to be
sucking at my lungs so that I couldn't draw a mouthful of breath.
So tossed with such evil fancies I was gradually shaken back to
consciousness, and at length knew that I was stiflingly gagged and
bound, with something over my face shutting out the cool night air, if
night it were, and making the world for me a wall of solid blackness.
I knew also that I was being carried on somebody's back; and over very
uneven country, I thought, for my body, not by any means recovered
from its stiffness and soreness, was being jolted cruelly as my captor
pushed on with thumping strides.
It was useless trying to struggle or to utter the least sound. I did
make one frenzied effort; but though the blood seemed to be bursting at
my veins I couldn't so much as twitch a muscle. I believe if I hadn't
lapsed again into unconsciousness I should have gone mad, for there
seemed to well up from the very depths of my being as it were a scream
of frenzy heaving to be uttered but unable to burst free, and with a
sense of convulsed suffocation I felt the darkness close about me again
and my senses were mercifully sealed.
So with a wavering mist about me, which sometimes opened to let through
a dim and filmy light, to darken again into an impenetrable gloom, I
was borne on and on, interminably it seemed to my dazed mind. Then the
jolting jog gave place to a smooth tranquillity, and a vague rhythmic
grinding told me I was in a boat on the river. And later I felt a
heaving and sinking, and knew I was on the sea.
The sea!
Perhaps it was the sudden realization that I was out upon the beloved
sea that revived me; or perhaps it was merely that the stifling wrapper
had been removed from my face, and I could breathe again in ease and
comfort. I found too that my limbs were free, though still cruelly
stiff. But with the discovery I sat up, for I had been lying down, and
looked about me.
Little enough could I make out, for it was dark in the cabin, if cabin
it were, and only from one side came a faint blur of lesser darkness.
I half wondered whether it were early morning or late evening, for the
past seemed so far away that a day might easily have slipped over. Also
I realized that during the day, supposing a day to have gone by, the
wind had risen, for it had been serenely calm when I had left Sunset
Towers.
I rose, and treading cautiously for the ship was rolling and I was
unsteady from my long dizziness and swooning, I made my way to the
spot from where the dim light seemed to be coming. It had appeared a
long way off, but suddenly I found myself upon it. It was a glazed
window, and perpendicular shadows down it told me it was barred on the
outside. I tried to gaze out upon the sea, but it was too dark for me
to distinguish anything, except indeed the faintly luminous white of
the water where the ship cut through. Yet the thought that I was at sea
was exhilarating, and rapidly my nausea fell away, and I drew in deep
breaths as though to fill my lungs with the delicious salt air, though
in the cabin there was little but the smell of pitch and damp canvas
and rotting cordage.
At a sudden thought I thrust my hand beneath my cloak. My weapons
had both gone. But rummaging vaguely in my pockets I felt Jenny's
guinea, and somehow the feel of it in my fingers gave me a sense of
companionship and comfort.
Next I began to explore my prison, for I didn't dare hope it was
anything else; nor did I begin to reason out yet what strange cause had
brought me there. It was enough for the moment to take bearings of my
surroundings. And it was soon done. For I was confined in a box rather
than a cabin. There was a pile of damp canvas matting on which I had
been lying, but otherwise there was nothing in the place at all; and
it measured only three of my full paces either way. I felt for the
door. The handle turned, but the door was firmly locked or bolted on
the other side. I shook it, not vigorously, but merely to learn whether
there were anyone on guard; and sure enough a harsh, deep voice from
the outside advised me with an oath to keep quiet.
Then indeed I sat down on my pile of canvas and started to think. But