The Mystery of Lincoln's Inn

  CHAPTER XXV

  Ever since the discovery of Morris Thornton's body in Silwood's rooms,in Stone Buildings, Gilbert Eversleigh had constantly felt that he movedin an atmosphere of mystery, which affected him so closely that he couldnot but be very uncomfortable. He attempted in various ways to getfurther light, but without success. Another thing which worried him nota little was the poor health of his father, and the increasingdisinclination the latter showed to attend to business. Over againstthese disquieting circumstances there were to be set Kitty's love forhim, and his love for her, which far over-balanced them.

  That morning Gilbert, when he awoke, first thought of Kitty, andpromised himself that, as he and she had arranged, they would have along splendid time together that very day.

  When he went in to breakfast, a small pile of letters lay on the tablebeside his plate. He took them up and scanned the writing of theaddresses. Of course, he at once recognized Kitty's writing. For amoment he held her letter in his hand, a happy smile on his face, andwas about to open it, but he put it down again, saying to himself thathe would keep it to the last as a special treat. So he went through therest of his correspondence, and read it rather slowly, to put off themoment of delight which should be his when he came to the girl's letter.

  At last he opened her letter.

  "Dear Gilbert," he read. Instantly he was alarmed, for this was not theway she generally began her letters to him. "I have changed my mind,"ran the words; his alarm increased. But when he next came to the words,"Our engagement must be broken off. I intend marrying Mr. Bennet," afeeling of stupefaction overcame him. He read the short letter over andover again in a mechanical sort of way, hardly taking in its meaning.

  "'I have changed my mind,'" he repeated to himself. "'Our engagementmust be broken off. I intend marrying Mr. Bennet.'"

  The thing was so sudden that at first it stunned him--he could notbelieve it.

  But there it was in black and white, in Kitty's own writing.

  "I have changed my mind!"

  There was no mistaking that.

  "Our engagement must be broken off. I intend marrying Mr. Bennet," shewrote.

  These were her words, and there was no getting away from them.

  So everything was at an end between them!

  More than that, Kitty was to marry Bennet!

  With a sudden movement of anguish and rage, Gilbert crumpled the letterin his hand and threw it from him. He sat for a while staring out of hiswindow, while his mind began to work with incredible swiftness.

  Kitty had jilted him--for Bennet!

  But Gilbert knew the girl very well, and the first movements of grief,anger, pain, and amazement past, he tried to think the matter outcalmly, with the result that he passionately told himself Kitty was nojilt, and there must be something astounding behind her letter. Then hepicked up the crumpled sheet of paper from the floor, smoothed it out,and read its contents once more. But there was neither light nor comfortto be got from them.

  What could be the explanation of her extraordinary conduct? he wondered,for of course there must be some explanation. Kitty was no shallowflirt, no woman of mere caprice. Why had she done this?

  But did her letter afford no hint?

  She had not only thrown him over, but she announced she was to marryBennet--Bennet, of all people in the world! Had she not warned himagainst this very man? And now she was to marry him!

  Why?

  As Gilbert sat in his room endeavouring to solve this problem, it seemedto him that he heard Kitty's rich voice saying in low and sincereaccents the words--almost the last she had uttered when they weretogether by the river-side three evenings before, "I feel as if I couldnot exist without you now, Gilbert."

  What could have brought about this mighty change? What sinister, maligninfluence had cast its spell over her?

  As he thought and thought, it appeared to him plain enough that thegirl's change of mind must associate itself in some way with Bennet.

  "Yet," said he to himself, "I know she loves me even as I love her. Shedoes not love Bennet, whom she declares she now intends to marry. Whatpressure, in Heaven's name, can Bennet have brought to bear on her?Pressure there must have been, and of the strongest kind, otherwise shewould never dream of marrying him. What can it be?"

  A little longer he sat asking questions to which he could furnish noanswers.

  "I shall go to Surbiton," he said at last, "and ask her what she means.She has not forbidden me to see her, and I shall go at once."

  But when he reached Ivydene, Kitty was not to be seen; she had leftSurbiton by an early train that morning.

  He found the house in some confusion, and in answer to his inquiries, hecould discover no more than that Miss Thornton had departed forYorkshire. He saw both his mother and his sister, but could glean verylittle from them. Both, he noticed, were greatly excited and distressed,but they told him that, beyond saying it was necessary for her to leave,Kitty had offered no explanation.

  "I cannot understand it at all," said Mrs. Eversleigh. "Have you no ideaof what has occurred to cause her to act in this strange manner,Gilbert?" she asked her son.

  "I have not the slightest idea," replied Gilbert. "I got a short notethis morning from her. It said nothing about leaving you. She said shehad changed her mind with regard to our engagement, and that she wasgoing to marry Mr. Bennet."

  "Marry Mr. Bennet?" exclaimed Mrs. Eversleigh, her eyes wide withastonishment. "She did not tell me that. Oh, Gilbert, what does it allmean? My heart misgives me, there is something frightfully wrong! Shetold us last night, without any warning, that she was leaving us. Ofcourse I did not like to question her--I had no right, and her mannerwas forbidding. But the poor girl looked very sad and unhappy. I spoketo your father about her, but he was too ill and miserable to discussthe subject, or, indeed, any subject. I did not wish him to go to townto-day; but he said it was most important he should go, and he went."

  "Did he appear surprised at Miss Thornton's decision?"

  "I cannot say he did. When she told him she was going, he only nodded."

  "Do you think he knows why she has gone, and why she is going to marryMr. Bennet?"

  "I asked him these very questions, Gilbert; but he said he could nottell me anything. It is all very strange!"

  "Very strange!" cried Gilbert. "It is perfectly maddening!"

  "Perhaps you had better see your father," suggested Mrs. Eversleigh.

  "Yes; I'll go to him at once," said Gilbert.

  "You will be gentle and careful, Gilbert!" urged his mother. "More thanonce lately I have been forced to think the troubles through which yourfather has recently passed have been almost too much for him. He is allthe time in a state of fever both of body and mind. You will not forgetthat, my son!"

  "Certainly not, mother," replied Gilbert.

  Eversleigh had expected Gilbert would come to him, but, up to themoment of seeing him, was uncertain how to act.

  Gilbert, when he met his father, began by stating he had received anextraordinary letter from Miss Thornton, in which she broke off herengagement with him, and announced her intention of marrying Bennet.

  "As soon as I got the letter," Gilbert continued, "I went over toSurbiton to see her, but when I went there I found she had left thehouse and gone to a friend in Yorkshire. Mother could tell me nothing,so I have come to you to see if you can help me to some understanding ofthe matter."

  "Did Kitty give you no reason?"

  "She merely said she had changed her mind."

  "Changed her mind! A woman's reason," said Eversleigh, with a drearysmile.

  "Kitty was not that kind of woman," declared Gilbert. "There must havebeen some powerful reason to make her act in this way."

  The young man, his face working, strode up and down the room.

  Presently he turned to his father and asked, almost fiercely--

  "Can you tell me why this has happened? Do you know why she has brokenoff with me, and why she is to marry Bennet?"

/>   Eversleigh moved uneasily in his chair, looked at his son with a glanceof entreaty, but remained silent.

  "Father," said Gilbert, "you do know something! Will you not tell me ofit? Have I not a right to know? I appeal to you to tell me everything."

  Eversleigh glanced this way and that, like a man seeking some path ofescape.

  "Father," said Gilbert again; "you must tell me! I love Kitty with mywhole soul--she is dearer to me than life, and I cannot resign herwithout a struggle! I must know what has come between her and me. Canyou not help me?"

  "Why don't you write Miss Thornton?" asked Eversleigh.

  "I shall do so, though the tone of her letter is not encouraging. But doyou mean to say you do not know what has made her change her mind?"

  Eversleigh tried to speak. A frightful struggle was going on within him.Should he tell Gilbert the whole truth or not? Suddenly he made up hismind, as Gilbert said beseechingly--

  "Oh father, will you not tell me what you know?"

  "Yes, I'll tell you what I know--all that I know. But how am I to tellit? You will not forget, Gilbert, that I am your father, your mostunhappy father, and you must not condemn me utterly."

  Condemn!

  The word had an ominous sound, and Gilbert felt himself grow cold as heheard his father's words.

  "What is it?" he asked, in a hoarse voice.

  "Can you cast your thoughts back," said Eversleigh, in a weak andquavering tone, "to a certain Saturday in July, when you were in thisoffice? I had spoken to you of the presence of Mr. Bennet atIvydene----"

  "Remember that day!" broke in Gilbert. "Shall I ever forget it? It wason the evening of that day I proposed to Kitty, and she accepted me. Ihave more cause than ever now to remember it!"

  "That was the day, Gilbert. It was also the day, you will remember, onwhich we heard that Mr. Thornton was coming back to England. The wholetrouble begins with his letter," said Eversleigh, and stopped with agulp and a choke.

  "With Mr. Thornton's letter?"

  "Yes," said Eversleigh, trying to fight down his emotion. "Gilbert," hewent on more calmly, "I am very sorry to tell you that on the day wereceived the letter intimating Mr. Thornton's return, I received fromMr. Silwood a confession that he had been speculating with the funds andthe property of our clients, and that all had been lost--Mr. Thornton'swith the rest."

  "What!" cried Gilbert, doubting his senses.

  "It is true."

  "Father, do you know what you are saying?"

  "Alas, yes, only too well! Thornton's letter spoke of making a formalexamination of the securities we held of his, and it was this which ledSilwood to confess his embezzlements."

  "But you had nothing to do with them, father!"

  "No; but I need not tell you that in the eye of the law, I, as Silwood'spartner, was equally guilty. What I have suffered, what I have enduredfrom that moment, you can never guess; I have lived in a hell oftorture. When I knew the truth, I did not know what to do; but I justlet myself drift and drift and drift, hoping against hope that somehowor other there might be a way out of the difficulties that beset me. Butthere has been no way out. Things have gone from bad to worse. There wasfirst Silwood's death, and then the death of Morris Thornton."

  Gilbert uttered a sharp cry.

  "You thought Silwood murdered Thornton because of the money?" he said.

  "Before the inquest I did, but not afterwards. I know no more about thatmystery than you. Well, the effect of these two deaths was to give me arespite--I knew it could be at best but a short one, for at any momentsome other client might make a demand which, owing to Silwood'sdefalcations, we should not be able to meet. And, by a devilish chanceof fate, Bennet was the man to make that demand. He told us to sell ablock of flats belonging to him, and asked us to advance him tenthousand pounds pending the sale."

  "And you couldn't!" exclaimed Gilbert, whose head was whirling with whathe had heard.

  "There was no possibility of getting the money. But that was not the wayin which Bennet came to know of our--embarrassments. He took it into hishead to go and see the flats--out of a sort of bravado, I think, andthere he discovered the flats had been sold a year ago. He came to me,and I was compelled to tell him the flats had been sold without myknowledge by Silwood. You see that placed me in his power; he could havedenounced me at once, and I expected nothing else. But he did not act atonce; instead, he said he would take a night to think over it. Next dayhe returned and announced he would not prosecute me, provided I broughtabout the breaking off the match between you and Kitty, and got Kitty tomarry him."

  Eversleigh, who had spoken rapidly, now paused; while Gilbert, withswimming eyes, gazed at his father.

  "I protested to Bennet," Eversleigh resumed, "that it was impossible forme to do this; my influence was not strong enough. And then he said hewould tell Kitty everything, and leave my fate to her. He did tell hereverything, and Kitty, to save me from prison, and you and the rest fromignominy, consented to marry him."

  Gilbert drew a deep breath.

  "So that is how it is?" he said, his voice full of pain. "She hassacrificed herself for us!"

  "It is very noble of her," said Eversleigh.

  "Noble, yes; it is heroic. But we have no right to expect such asacrifice from her."

  "None whatever. Indeed, I told her so. I urged her to leave us to ourfate; but she would not."

  Eversleigh looked at his son anxiously.

  The young man's face had a strange hopeless expression; but he had takenhis father's statement much more quietly than the latter hadanticipated. Gilbert made no frantic moan, the calamity of which he hadjust been apprised went far beyond anything of the kind. It nowliterally struck him dumb, both with surprise and grief. Kitty gone fromhim for ever! Kitty, his darling, his wife that was to be! And she hadgone in order to save him and his father; and his father was adefaulter!

  "I must think over what you have told me, sir," he said at length, andwent across to his chambers in the Temple.