Mr.Rook pulled him back,and told him to wait till the young lady came down.Mr.Mirabel wouldn't hear of it.'Your wife's frightening her,'he says;'your wife's telling her horrible things about me.'He was taken on a sudden with a shivering fit;his eyes rolled,and his teeth chattered.Mr.Rook made matters worse;he lost his temper.'I'm damned,'he says,'if I don't begin to think you arethe man,after all;I've half a mind to send for the police.'Mr.Mirabel dropped into his chair.His eyes stared,his mouth fell open.I took hold of his hand.
Cold--cold as ice.What it all meant I can't say.Oh,miss,youknow!Let me tell you the rest of it some other time."Emily insisted on hearing more."The end!"she cried."How did it end?""I don't know how it might have ended,if the doctor hadn't come in--to pay his visit,you know,upstairs.He said some learned words.When he came to plain English,he asked if anybody had frig htened the gentleman.I said Mr.Rook had frightened him.
The doctor says to Mr.Rook,'Mind what you are about.If you frighten him again,you may have his death to answer for.'That cowed Mr.Rook.He asked what he had better do.'Give me some brandy for him first,'says the doctor;'and then get him home at once.'I found the brandy,and went away to the inn to order the carriage.Your ears are quicker than mine,miss--do I hear it now?"They rose,and went to the house door.The carriage was there.
Still cowed by what the doctor had said,Mr.Rook appeared,carefully leading Mirabel out.He had revived under the action of the stimulant.Passing Emily he raised his eyes to her--trembled--and looked down again.When Mr.Rook opened the door of the carriage he paused,with one of his feet on the step.
A momentary impulse inspired him with a false courage,and brought a flush into his ghastly face.He turned to Emily.
"May I speak to you?"he asked.
She started back from him.He looked at Mrs.Ellmother."Tell her I am innocent,"he said.The trembling seized on him again.Mr.
Rook was obliged to lift him into the carriage.
Emily caught at Mrs.Ellmother's arm."You go with him,"she said."I can't.""How are you to get back,miss?"
She turned away and spoke to the coachman."I am not very well.Iwant the fresh air--I'll sit by you."
Mrs.Ellmother remonstrated and protested,in vain.As Emily had determined it should be,so it was.
"Has he said anything?"she asked,when they had arrived at their journey's end.
"He has been like a man frozen up;he hasn't said a word;he hasn't even moved.""Take him to his sister;and tell her all that you know.Be careful to repeat what the doctor said.I can't face Mrs.Delvin.
Be patient,my good old friend;I have no secrets from you.Only wait till to-morrow;and leave me by myself to-night."Alone in her room,Emily opened her writing-case.Searching among the letters in it,she drew out a printed paper.It was the Handbill describing the man who had escaped from the inn,and offering a reward for the discovery of him.
At the first line of the personal deion of the fugitive,the paper dropped from her hand.Burning tears forced their way into her eyes.Feeling for her handkerchief,she touched the pocketbook which she had received from Mrs.Rook.After a little hesitation she took it out.She looked at it.She opened it.
The sight of the bank-notes repelled her;she hid them in one of the pockets of the book.There was a second pocket which she had not yet examined.She pat her hand into it,and,touching something,drew out a letter.
The envelope (already open)was addressed to "James Brown,Esq.,Post Office,Zeeland."Would it be inconsistent with her respect for her father's memory to examine the letter?No;a glance would decide whether she ought to read it or not.
It was without date or address;a startling letter to look at--for it only contained three words:
"I say No."
The words were signed in initials:
"S.J."
In the instant when she read the initials,the name occurred to her.
Sara Jethro.
