CHAPTER XXV
"IT'S ALL RIGHT, HUGH"--AT LAST
Eaton--he still, with the habit of five years of concealment, eventhought of himself by that name--awoke to full consciousness at eighto'clock the next morning. He was in the room he had occupied before inSantoine's house; the sunlight, reflected from the lake, was playing onthe ceiling. His wounds had been dressed; his body was comfortable andwithout fever. He had indistinct memories of being carried, of peoplebending over him, of being cared for; but of all else that had happenedsince his capture he knew nothing.
He saw and recognized, against the lighted square of the window, a manstanding looking out at the lake.
"Lawrence," he said.
The man turned and came toward the bed. "Yes, Hugh."
Eaton raised himself excitedly upon his pillows. "Lawrence, that washe--last night--in the study. It was Latron! I saw him! You'llbelieve me, Lawrence--you at least will. They got away on a boat--theymust be followed--" With the first return of consciousness he hadtaken up again that battle against circumstances which had been hisonly thought for five years.
But now, suddenly he was aware that his sister was also in the room,sitting upon the opposite side of the bed. Her hand came forward andclasped his; she bent over him, holding him and fondling him.
"It is all right, Hugh," she whispered--"Oh, Hugh! it is all right now."
"All right?" he questioned dazedly.
"Yes; Mr. Santoine knows; he--he was not what we thought him. Hebelieved all the while that you were justly sentenced. Now he knowsotherwise--"
"He--Santoine--believed that?" Eaton asked incredulously.
"Yes; he says his blindness was used by them to make him think so. Sonow he is very angry; he says no one who had anything to do with itshall escape. He figured it all out--most wonderfully--that it musthave been Latron in the study. He has been working all night--theyhave already made several arrests and every port on the lake is beingwatched for the boat they got away on."
"Is that true, Edith? Lawrence, is it true?"
"Yes; quite true, Hugh!" Hillward choked and turned away.
Eaton sank back against his pillows; his eyes--dry, bright and filledstill with questioning for a time, as, he tried to appreciate what hejust had heard and all that it meant to him--dampened suddenly as herealized that it was over now, that long struggle to clear his namefrom the charge of murder--the fight which had seemed so hopeless. Hecould not realize it to the full as yet; concealment, fear, the senseof monstrous injustice done him had marked so deeply all his thoughtsand feelings that he could not sense the fact that they were gone forgood. So what came to him most strongly now was only realization thathe had been set right with Santoine--Santoine, whom he himself hadmisjudged and mistrusted. And Harriet? He had not needed to be setright with her; she had believed and trusted him from the first, inspite of all that had seemed against him. Gratitude warmed him as hethought of her--and that other feeling, deeper, stronger far thangratitude, or than anything else he ever had felt toward any one buther, surged up in him and set his pulses wildly beating, as his thoughtstrained toward the future.
"Where is--Miss Santoine?" he asked.
His sister answered. "She has been helping her father. They left wordthey were to be sent for as soon as you woke up, and I've just sent forthem."
Eaton lay silent till he heard them coming. The blind man wasunfamiliar with this room; his daughter led him in. Her eyes were verybright, her cheeks which had been pale flushed as she met Eaton's look,but she did not look away. He kept his gaze upon her.
Santoine, under her guidance, took the chair Hillward set beside thebed for him. The blind man was very quiet; he felt for and foundEaton's hand and pressed it. Eaton choked, as he returned thepressure. Then Santoine released him.
"Who else is here?" the blind man asked his daughter.
"Miss Overton and Mr. Hillward," she answered.
Santoine found with his blind eyes their positions in the room andacknowledged their presence; afterward he turned back to Eaton.
"I understand, I think, everything now, except some few particularsregarding yourself," he said. "Will you tell me those?"
"You mean---" Eaton spoke to Santoine, but he looked at Harriet. "Oh,I understand, I think. When I--escaped, Mr. Santoine of course, mypicture had appeared in all the newspapers and I was not safe fromrecognition anywhere in this country. I got into Canada and, fromVancouver, went to China. We I had very little money left, Mr.Santoine; what had not been--lost through Latron had been spent in mydefense. I got a position in a mercantile house over there. It was agood country for me; people over there don't ask questions for fearsome one will ask questions about them. We had no near relatives forEdith to go to and she had to take up stenography to support herselfand--and change her name, Mr. Santoine, because of me."
Eaton's hand went out and clasped his sister's.
"Oh, Hugh; it didn't matter--about me, I mean!" she whispered.
"Hillward met her and asked her to marry him and she--wouldn't consentwithout telling him who she was. He--Lawrence--believed her when shesaid I hadn't killed Latron; and he suggested that she come out hereand try to get employed by you. We didn't suspect, of course, thatLatron was still alive. We thought he had been killed by some of hisown crowd--in some quarrel or because his trial was likely to involvesome one else so seriously that they killed him to prevent it; and thatit was put upon me to--to protect that person and that you--"
Eaton hesitated.
"Go on," said Santoine. "You thought I knew who Latron's murderer wasand morally, though not technically, perjured myself at your trial toconvict you in his place. What next?"
"That was it," Eaton assented. "We thought you knew that and that someof those around you who served as your eyes must know it, too."
Harriet gasped. Eaton looking at her, knew that she understood nowwhat had come between them when she had told him that she herself hadserved as her father's eyes all through the Latron trial. He felthimself flushing as he looked at her; he could not understand now howhe could have believed that she had aided in concealing an injusticeagainst him, no matter what influence had been exerted upon her. Shewas all good; all true!
"At first," Eaton went on, "Edith did not find out anything. Then,this year, she learned that there was to be a reorganization of some ofthe Latron properties. We hoped that, during that, something wouldcome out which might help us. I had been away almost five years; myface was forgotten, and we thought I could take the chance of comingback to be near at hand so I could act if anything did come out.Lawrence met me at Vancouver. We were about to start East when Ireceived a message from Mr. Warden. I did not know Warden and I don'tknow now how he knew who I was or where he could reach me. His messagemerely said he knew I needed help and he was prepared to give it andmade an appointment for me to see him at his house. He was one of theLatron crowd but, I found out, one of those least likely to have had ahand in my conviction. I thought possibly Warden was going to tell methe name of Latron's murderer and I decided to take the risk of seeinghim. You know what happened when I tried to keep the appointment.
"Then you came to Seattle and took charge of Warden's affairs. I feltcertain that if there was any evidence among Warden's effects as to whohad killed Latron, you would take it back with you with the othermatters relating to the Latron reorganization. You could not recognizeme from your having been at my trial because you were blind; I decidedto take the train with you and try to get possession of the draft ofthe reorganization agreement and the other documents with it whichWarden had been working on. I had suspected that I was being watchedby agents of the men protecting Latron's murderer while I was inSeattle. I had changed my lodgings there because of that, but Lawrencehad remained at the old lodgings to find out for me. He found therewas a man following me who disappeared after I had taken the train, andLawrence, after questioning the gateman at Seattle decided the man hadtaken the same
train I did. He wired me in the cipher we had sometimesused in communicating with each other, but not knowing what name I wasusing on the train he addressed it to himself, confident that if atelegram reached the train addressed to 'Lawrence Hillward' I wouldunderstand and claim it.
"Of course, I could not follow his instructions and leave the train; wewere snowed in. Besides, I could not imagine how anybody could havefollowed me onto the train, as I had taken pains to prevent that verything by being the last passenger to get aboard it."
"The man whom the gateman saw did not follow you; he merely watched youget on the train and notified two others, who took the train atSpokane. They had planned to get rid of you after you left Seattle soas to run less risk of your death being connected with that of Warden.It was my presence which made it necessary for them to make thedesperate attempt to kill you on the train."
"Then I understand. The other telegram was sent me, of course, byEdith from Chicago, when she learned here that you were using the nameof Dorne on your way home. I learned from her when I got here that thedocuments relating to the Latron properties, which I had decided youdid not have with you, were being sent you through Warden's office.Through Edith I learned that they had reached you and had been put inthe safe. I managed to communicate with Hillward at the country club,and that night he brought me the means of forcing the safe."
Eaton felt himself flushing again, as he looked at Harriet. Did sheresent his having used her in that way? He saw only sympathy in herface.
"My daughter told me that she helped you to that extent," Santoineoffered, "and I understood later what must have been your reason forasking her to take you out that night."
"When I reached the study," Eaton continued, "I found others alreadythere. The light of an electric torch flashed on the face of one ofthem and I recognized the man as Latron--the man for whose murder I hadbeen convicted and sentenced! Edith tells me that you know the rest."
There was silence in the room for several minutes. Santoine again feltfor Eaton's hand and pressed it. "We've tired you out," he said. "Youmust rest."
"You must sleep, Hugh, if you can," Edith urged.
Eaton obediently closed his eyes, but opened them at once to look forHarriet. She had moved out of his line of vision.
Santoine rose; he stood an instant waiting for his daughter, thensuddenly he comprehended that she was no longer in the room. "Mr.Hillward, I must ask your help," he said, and he went out with Hillwardguiding him.
Eaton, turning anxiously on his pillow and looking about the room, sawno one but his sister. He had known when Harriet moved away frombeside the bed; but he had not suspected that she was leaving the room.Now suddenly a great fear filled him.
"Why did Miss Santoine go away? Why did she go, Edith?" he questioned.
"You must sleep, Hugh," his sister answered only.
Harriet, when she slipped out of the room, had gone downstairs. Shecould not have forced herself to leave before she had heard Hugh'sstory, and she could not define definitely even to herself what thefeeling had been that had made her leave as soon as he had finished;but she sensed the reason vaguely. Hugh had told her two days before,"I will come back to you as you have never known me yet"--and it hadproved true. She had known him as a man in fear, constrained,carefully guarding himself against others and against betrayal byhimself; a man to whom all the world seemed opposed; so that hersympathy--and afterward something more than her sympathy--had gone outto him. To that repressed and threatened man, she had told all shefelt toward him, revealing her feelings with a frankness that wouldhave been impossible except that she wanted him to know that she wasready to stand against the world with him.
Now the world was no longer against him; he had friends, a place inlife was ready to receive him; he would be sought after, and his namewould be among those of the people of her own sort. She had no shamethat she had let him--and others--know all that she felt toward him;she gloried still in it; only now--now, if he wished her, he must makethat plain; she could not, of herself, return to him.
So unrest possessed her and the suspense of something hoped for butunfulfilled. She went from room to room, trying to absorb herself onher daily duties; but the house--her father's house--spoke to her nowonly of Hugh and she could think of nothing but him. Was he awake?Was he sleeping? Was he thinking of her? Or, now that the danger wasover through which she had served him, were his thoughts of some oneelse?
Her heart halted at each recurrence of that thought; and again andagain she repeated his words to her at parting from her the nightbefore. "I will come back to you as you have never known me yet!" Toher he would come back, he said; to her, not to any one else. But hisdanger was not over then; in his great extremity and in his need ofher, he might have felt what he did not feel now. If he wanted her,why did he not send for her?
She stood trembling as she saw Edith Overton in the hall.
"Hugh has been asking for you continually, Miss Santoine. If you canfind time, please go in and see him."
Harriet did not know what answer she made. She went upstairs: she ran,as soon as she was out of sight of Hugh's sister; then, at Hugh's door,she had to halt to catch her breath and compose herself before sheopened the door and looked in upon him. He was alone and seemedasleep; at least his eyes were closed. Harriet stood an instant gazingat him.
His face was peaceful now but worn and his paleness was more evidentthan when he had been talking to her father. As she stood watchinghim, she felt her blood coursing through her as never before andwarming her face and her fingertips; and fear--fear of him or ofherself, fear of anything at all in the world--fled from her; andlove--love which she knew that she need no longer try todeny--possessed her.
"Harriet!" She heard her name from his lips and she saw, as he openedhis eyes and turned to her, there was no surprise in his look; if hehad been sleeping, he had been dreaming she was there; if awake, he hadbeen thinking of her.
"What is it, Hugh?" She was beside him and he was looking up into hereyes.
"You meant it, then?"
"Meant it, Hugh?"
"All you said and--and all you did when we--you and I--were aloneagainst them all! It's so, Harriet! You meant it!"
"And you did too! Dear, it was only to me that you could comeback--only to me?"
"Only to you!" He closed his eyes in his exaltation. "Oh, my dear, Inever dreamed--Harriet in all the days and nights I've had to plan andwonder what might be for me if everything could come all right, I'venever dreamed I could win a reward like this."
"Like this?"
He opened his eyes again and drew her down toward him. "Like you!"
She bent until her cheek touched his and his arms were about her. Hefelt her tears upon his face.
"Not that; not that--you mustn't cry, dear," he begged. "Oh, Harriet,aren't you happy now?"
"That's why. Happy! I didn't know before there could be anything likethis."
"Nor I.... So it's all right, Harriet; everything is all right now?"
"All right? Oh, it's all right now, if I can make it so for you," sheanswered.
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