"We only differ in opinion on one point,"he said."We both think it likely (from our experience of the women)that the suspected murderer had an accomplice.I say the guilty person is Miss Jethro.You say--Mrs.Rook.""When you have read my copy of the report,"Alban answered,"Ithink you will arrive at my conclusion.Mrs.Rook might have entered the outhouse in which the two men slept,at any time during the night,while her husband was asleep.The jury believed her when she declared that she never woke till the morning.Idon't."
"I am open to conviction,Mr.Morris.Now about the future.Do you mean to go on with your inquiries?""Even if I had no other motive than mere curiosity,"Alban answered,"I think I should go on.But I have a more urgent purpose in view.All that I have done thus far,has been done in Emily's interests.My object,from the first,has been to preserve her from any association--in the past or in the future--with the woman whom I believe to have been concerned in her father's death.As I have already told you,she is innocently doing all she can,poor thing,to put obstacles in my way.""Yes,yes,"said the doctor;"she means to write to Mrs.
Rook--and you have nearly quarreled about it.Trust me to take that matter in hand.I don't regard it as serious.But I am mortally afraid of what you are doing in Emily's interests.Iwish you would give it up."
"Why?"
"Because I see a danger.I don't deny that Emily is as innocent of suspicion as ever.But the chances,next time,may be against us.How do you know to what lengths your curiosity may lead you?
Or on what shocking discoveries you may not blunder with the best intentions?Some unforeseen accident may open her eyes to the truth,before you can prevent it.I seem to surprise you?""You do,indeed,surprise me."
"In the old story,my dear sir,Mentor sometimes surprised Telemachus.I am Mentor--without being,I hope,quite so long-winded as that respectable philosopher.Let me put it in two words.Emily's happiness is precious to you.Take care you are not made the means of wrecking it!Will you consent to a sacrifice,for her sake?""I will do anything for her sake."
"Will you give up your inquiries?"
"From this moment I have done with them!"
"Mr.Morris,you are the best friend she has.""The next best friend to you,doctor."
In that fond persuasion they now parted--too eagerly devoted to Emily to look at the prospect before them in its least hopeful aspect.Both clever men,neither one nor the other asked himself if any human resistance has ever yet obstructed the progress of truth--when truth has once begun to force its way to the light.
For the second time Alban stopped,on his way home.The longing to be reconciled with Emily was not to be resisted.He returned to the cottage,only to find disappointment waiting for him.The servant reported that her young mistress had gone to bed with a bad headache.
Alban waited a day,in the hope that Emily might write to him.No letter arrived.He repeated his visit the next morning.Fortune was still against him.On this occasion,Emily was engaged.
"Engaged with a visitor?"he asked.
"Yes,sir.A young lady named Miss de Sor."
Where had he heard that name before?He remembered immediately that he had heard it at the school.Miss de Sor was the unattractive new pupil,whom the girls called Francine.Alban looked at the parlor window as he left the cottage.It was of serious importance that he should set himself right with Emily.
"And mere gossip,"he thought contemptuously,"stands in my way!"If he had been less absorbed in his own interests,he might have remembered that mere gossip is not always to be despised.It has worked fatal mischief in its time.
