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He never got there, however. At Almund- ham Station, to his great surprise, he ran suddenly against Mr. \\ yville Meysey. The Squire recognised him at a glance as the young man who had taken them in his yawl to the sandhills, and began to talk to him freely at once about all that had since hap- pened in the family. But Ralf was even more astonished when he found that the subject which lay uppermost in Mr. Mey- sey‘s mind'just then was not Elsie Challon~ er's mysterious disappearance at all, but his daughter Winifred’s recent engagement to Hugh Massinger. The painter was still some years too young to have mastered the urofound anthropological truth that even with the best of us, man is always a self-centred being. A Already on the very day after his return to Lowestoit, \Varren Ralf had hastily tele- graphed to Hugh Messinger at Whitestrand that he was detained in the Broads, and would be unable to carry out his long-stand- ing engagement to take him round in the Mud- Turtle to London. But as time went on, and no news came from Massinger, Warren Relf’s suspicions deepened daily. It was clear that Elsie, too, was lingering in her convalescence from suspense and un- certainty. She couldn't make up her mind to write either to Hugh or Winifred. and yet she couldn't best the long state of doubt which silence entailed upon her. So at last. to set to rest their joint fears, and to make sure what was really being said and done and thought at VVhitestrand, Warren Relf determined to run over quietly for an afternoon's inquiry, 5nd to hear with his own ears how people were talking about the topic of the hhnr in the little village. “ Well, yes,” the Squire said, after a few conmonplaces of conversation had been in- terchanged between them. “You haven’t heard, then, from your friend Massinger lately. haven’t you '1 I'm surprised at that. He had something out of the common to communicate. I should have thought he‘d have been anxious to let you know at once that he and my girl Winifred had hit things off amicably together.â€"â€"O, yes, it’s announced. definitely announced : Society is a ovate of it. Mrs. Meysey made it known to the county. so to speak, at Sir Theodore Sheepshanks’s on Wednesday evening. Your friend )Isssiuger is not perhaps quite the precie man we might have selected ourselves for Winifred, if we'd taken the choice into our own hands : but what I say is, let the young people settle these things themselves â€"let the young people settle them between them. It‘s they who‘ve got :0 live with one another, after all, not we; and they’re a great deal more interested in it at bottom, when one comes to think of it, than the whole of the rest of us put to. gather.” v ' And Miss Challoner 3” Warren asked, as soon as he could edge in a. word conven- iently, after the Squire had dealt from many p flats of viewâ€"all equally prosyâ€"with Hugh Mnesinger's position, character, and prospectsâ€"“is she still with you? I'm greatlyt'mterested in her. She made an im- mense lmnression on me that day in the amdhills.“ The Squire's face fell somewhat. “ Miss Challoner 2" he echoed. “ Ah, yes: our gwerness. Well, to tell you the truthâ€"if ym eel; me point-blankâ€"Mias Challoner'e 3 me 011‘ a little anddenly.â€"â€"“’e've been dis- appointed in that girl, if you will have it. We don’t want it :elked over in the neigh- bourhood more than We can help, on Hugh Maseinger'e account, more than anything else, because, after all, she was a sorn of con- sin of hisâ€"a. EOl‘t of cousin, though a very remote one ; u we learn now, an extremely remote one. W'e’ve asked the servants to hush it all up as much as they can. to pre- vent gossip; for my daughter’s elk-e we’d ike to avoid gossip; but I don’t mind tell iug you, in action confidence. as you're a friend of Messinger’e, that Miss Chulloner left us, We ellthink, in a most ungrateful manner. It fell upon us like a thunderbolt THETHREAD OF LIFE; SUNSHINE AND SHADE. His fingers trembled as he held and ex- amined the two documents. At all hazards, he must show them to Miss Challoner. It was right she should herself know for exact- ly what manner of man she had thrown her- self away. He hesitated a moment, then he said boldly : “ These papers are very important to me, as casting light on the whole matter. I’m an acquaintance of Massinger‘s, and I'm deeply interested in the young lady. It's highly desirable she should be traced and looked after. I have some reason to suspect where she is at piesent, I want to ask a favour of you now. Will you lend me these documents, for three days only, and will you kindly mention to nobody at present the fact of your having seen me or spoken to me here this morning 2” To gain time at; least was always something. The Squire was somewhat taken aback at first by this unexpected request ; but War- ren Relf looked so honest and true as he asked it, that, after a few words of hesita- tion and explanation, the Squire, convinced of his friendly intentions, acceded to both his propositions at once. It flashed across his mind as a possible solution that the painter had been pestering Elsie with too pressing attentions, and that Elsie, with hysterical girlish haste, had run away from him to escape themâ€"or perhaps only to make him follow her. Anyhow, there would be no great harm in his tracking her down. “ If the girl’s in trouble, and you think you can help her,” he said goodnatnredly. “I don't mind giving you what assistance I can in this matter. You can have the papers. Send them back next week or the week after. I'm going to Scotland for a fortâ€" night's shooting nowâ€"at Farqnharson’s of Invertanarâ€"and I shan't be back till the 10th or 11th. But I'm glad somebody has some idea where the girl is. As it seems to be confidential. I'll ask no questions at pre. sent. about her; but I do hope she hasn’t got into any serious mischief.” _ “She has got imo no mischief at all of any sort,” Warren Relf answered slowly and seriously. “ You are evidently labour~ ing under a complete misapprehension, Mr. Meysey, as to her reasons for leaving you. I have no doubt that misapprehension will be cleared up in time. Miss Challoner's motives, I can assure you, were perfectly right and proper ; only the action of another person has led you to mistake her conducu in_the matter.” } \Varren Raf took the letter and telegram from the Squire's hand in speechless as on- lishment. This was evidently a plotâ€"a dark and extraordinary plot of Massinger‘s. Just it first he could hardly unravel its curious ; intriCacies. He knew the address in Holm- bury Place well ; it was where the club por- ter of the Cheyne Row lived. But he read the letter with utter bewilderment. Then the whole truth dawned piecemeal upon his astonished mind as he read it over and over slowly. It was all a lieâ€"a hideous, hateful lie. Hugh Massinger believed that Elsie was drowned. He had forged the letter to Winifred to cover the truth, and, incredible as it seemed to a straight-forward, honest nature like Warren Relf’s, he had managed to get nhe telagram sent from London by some otherperson, in Elsie'sname, and tohave Elsie’s belongings forwarded direct to the club porter’s, as if at her own request, by Miss Meysey. Warren Relf stood aghast with horror at this unexpected revelation of Massinger‘s utter baseness andextraordinary ‘ cunning. He had suspected the man of ‘ heartlessness and levity ; he had never sus- pected him of anything like so profound a capacity for serious crimeâ€"for forgery and theft and concealment of evidence. l “ A tZIcgrnm from London 1” Warren Ralf cried in blank surprise. “ Do you think .Mise Challoner’a in London, than? That's ; very remarkable. â€"A telegram to Maseingerl i asking you to send her luggage on to Lon- i don !â€"You‘re quite sure it came from Lm- ; donutsre you 2" This was mysterioua, and the squire hated myfiiery ; but after all, it favoured his themy â€"&nd besides, the matter was to him 3 relative-1y unimportant one. It didn't concern his own private interest. He mere 13' SUSPFCted Warren Relf of having got him- self mixed up in some foolish love-affair With Elsie Challoner, his daughter's govern- 955: 8111 he vaguely conceived that one or other of them had taken a very remarkable and romantic way of wriggling out of it. Moreover, at that precise moment his train came in ; and since time and train wait for 113 man, the Squire, with a hasty farewell to f n..n...‘_.‘-:hr - r .. . . . ___ . . . circumstances him exactly as was lucky inde away for a “ r ~1-...., u-uu n uaau unantan no the yonhgpainter. installed himself forthwith on the comfortable cushions of a firstclasa carriage, and ateamed unconcernedly out of Almundham Station. It was useless for Warren Relf now to R0 on to “‘hitestrand. To show himsel‘ there would be merely to display his hand openly before Hugh Massinger. The caprice of circumstances had settled everything for him exactly as he would have wished it. It was lucky indeed that the Squire would be away for a whole fortnight; his absence i “Quite sure lâ€"Why, I've got it in my gocket this very moment, my dear sir,” the quire replied somewhat testily. \Vhen an elder man says “My dear sir" to a very much younger one, you may take it for granted he always mean‘I to mark his strong disapprobation of the particular turn the talk has taken.) “Here it isâ€"look: ‘To Hugh Massinger, Fishemmn's Rest, “'hite- strand, Sufiolk.â€"Ask \Vinnifred to send the rest of my luggage and property to 27 Holmbury Place, Duke Street, St. James’s. Explanations by post hereafter.â€"ELSIE CBALLONER.'â€"And here's the letter she wrote to \Viniired: a very disappointing, disheartening letter. I'd like you toread it, as you seem interested in the girl. It’s an immense mistake ever to be interested in anybody anywhere l A very bad lot, after all, I’m afraid ; though she's clever of course, undeniably elevenâ€"We had nor with the best credentials, too, from Girton. We’re only too thankful now to think she should‘ have associated for so very short a time, with my daughter lVinifred.” ‘ from a clear sky. She left a. letter for Winifred, saying she was leaving for parts unknown, without grounds stated. She slipped away, like a. thief in the night, as the proverb says, taking just a small hand- bag with her, one dark evening; and the only other communication we‘ve since re- ceived is a telegram from Londonâ€"sent to Hugh Massingerâ€"asking us, in the most mysterious, romantic school-girlish style, to forward her iuggsge and belongings to an address given. . - . ... m “Yes,” the voice drawled out in a low London accent, tinged with the peculiar Wapping dialect ; “ I read that there book, Our fllutual Friend, I think ’3 cells it. A pal o’ mine, '6 said to me right out at the time, “ Bill,” says 'e “ that there Dickens 'ave took a leaf out 0' your book,” says ’e ; “ ’e’ve been s-takin’ of you ofl : ’e’ve show- ed you up in print, ’6 ’sve, under the halias of R7gue Rider’ood," says ’e; “sn’ynu‘d onghter read it, if it was for nothin' on earth but for the sake o‘ the likeness.”â€" “Is that so?" says I, never thinkin’ ’e meant it, as the ssyin’ is. “ It is,” says ’6 ; “sn’ you’ve got to look into it.”â€"--\Vell I gots. ’old 0' the book, an’ I read it right through on ‘is recommendation : leastwsys, my missus she read it out loud to me: she’ve ’ad a eddicstion, my missus ’av : an’ it’s a pack 0’ rot, that's wot I calls it. There ain’t no kind 0’ sense in it, to my thinkin’.” “Thc cap don’t fit you, then, says you,” the other voice retorted with agurgle of tobacco. “ ’E ain‘t drawn you so as a man could recognise you.” “ Recognize me 1 Well, recognisin’ ain’t in it, d'ye see. Wot ’t say is just a lot 0’ rubbish. This ’ere Rogue Rider'ood, acord- in' to the story, ’e'd used to row about Lime- ’ouse Reach, a. searchiu’ for bodies.” “ A-searc’uin' for bodies !” the second man repeated with an incredulous whiff. “ Wy, wot the dooce did ’e want to go 3111' do that for ? ’ “ \Veil, that's just where it is. don’t you see? ’E done it for a livelihood. A live- lihood, says I, wen my missus reads that part out to me ; wot livelihood could a beg- gar make out 0’ bodies? says I. ’Tdin’t as though a body was worth anything now- adays. viewed as a body, says I, arguments» tive-like. A man as knowed anything about the riverside wouldn’t never ’a gone writin’ such rubbish as that, an’ in a. printed book, too, as ’ad ought to he wrote careful an' ac- kerate. It's my opinion, says I, as this ’ere Dickens is an over-rated man. A body now- adays, wether its a drownded body or a nat’ral body, ain't worth nothing not the clothes it stands up in, viewed as a body. Times was wen a body was always acshally a. body, an’ worth savin' for itself, afore the ’Natomy Ack. But wot’s it worth now ? Wy, ’arf a crown for landln’ it, paid by the parish, if it's landed in Essex, or five bob If you tow it over Surrey side 0’ the river. Not but wot I grant you there's bodies an’ bodies. If a nob drowns hisself, wy, then, 0’ course there’s sometimes as much as fifty pounds, or might bee ’undred, set upon the body. ’13 friends is glad to get the corpse back, an’ ave it buried reg'lar in the family churchyard. A reward‘s ofl‘er‘ ed free enough for a nob, I don't deny it. But ’ow many nobs goes an’ drowns their- selves in a season, d’ you suppose ; en’ ’00 as knowed anything about the river would go a-lookin’ for nobs in Lime’ouse Reach or waymdown Bermondsey way '3" ‘ _ _ “Stands to reason {hey “wouldn't, Bill,” the other voice answered with a quiet chuckle. “0’ course it stands to reason,” Bill re- plied with an emphatic expletive. “ Wen a. nob drowns hisself, '9 don’t go an’ throw his- self 01? London Bridge ; no, not ofi‘ Black- frisrs neither, you warrant you. ‘E don't go 2111’ put hisself out aforehsnd for nothin’ like that takin' a ’bus into the City, “3 You may say, outr 0’ pure foolishness. ’E just claps 'is’at on ’is ’esd an’ strolls down to Wes'minster Bridge, as it maybe ’ere, or to Charin’ Cross or Waterlooâ€"a lot of ’em goes over “'aterloo, perlice or no perlice ; an’ ’e jumps in close un’ ’andy by ’is own door, in the manner 0’ speakin‘, an’ is’ done with it immejstely.â€"But wot’s the use 0' lookin’ for ‘im after that, below bridge, away down a: Lime'ouse? Anybody us knows the river knows well as a. body startin‘ from “'aterloo, or me} be from “'eetminster, don’t go down to Lime'ouse, ebb or flow, nor nothin’ like it. It gets int) the whirlpool cfi‘ Ssunders's Wharf, an’ ketches the bnckcurrent, an’ turns round an' round till it's throwed up by the tide, as you may say, upward, on the The oddity of its occurrence in such com- pmy made him prick up his ears. He str‘gipved __his heafing_ to qutph thercontext. At Whitestrand itself, that same after- noon, Hugh Massinger snt in his own little parlor at the village inn, fevrish and eager, as he had always been since that ter- rible night when “Elsie was drowned," as be firmly believed without doubt or question ; and in the bar across the passage, a couple of new-comers, rough waterside characters, were talking loudly in the seafaring tongue about some matter of their own over a pint of beer and a pipe of tobacco. Hugh tried in vain for many minutes to interest him- self in tle concluding verses of his Death of Alaricâ€"anything for an escape from this gnawing remorseabut his Hippocrene was dry, his Pegasus refused to budge a. feather: he could find no rhymes and grind out no sentiments ; stillangry with himself: at last for his own unproductiveness, he leant back in his chair with profound annoyance and litsened listlessly to the strange disjointed echoes of gossip that came to him in frag- ‘ ments through the half-open door from the adjoining taproom. To his immense sur- prise, the talk was not now of topsails or of spinnakers : conversation seemed to have taken a literary turn ; he caught more than once through a haze of words the unexpect- ed name of Charles Dickens. CHAPTER XVI.â€"FR0M Ismmlnrox RE CEIVED. SJ he took the next train back to Lowe- stoft, to consult at leisure on these new proofs of Hugh Massinger‘s guilt with his domestic counsellors. What li'sie herself would, say to it all, or think of doing in these difficult circum- stances, VVsrren Ralf did not in the least know. As yet, he was only very imperfect- ly informed as to the reel state of the case in all its minor details. But he knew this muchâ€"that he must screen Elsie at all hsz \rds from the slanderous tongues of five o’clock tea-tables, and that the story must he kept as quiet es possible, safeguarded by himself, his mother, and his sister. - That was how the dfivs 'and jays would put it, after their odious kind, over five o’ql'ggk 1:91}. jn‘tbeir‘flemufg drawing~rqqms. would give them time toconcert a connected plan of action, and to devise means for pro- tecting Elsie. For to Warren Relf that was now the one great problem in the caseâ€"how. to hush the whole matter up, without ex- posing Elsie's Wounded heart to daws and jaysâ€"without making her the matter of unnecessary suspicion, or the subject of comxmn gossip and censorious chatter. At all costs, it must never be said that Miss Challoner had tried to drown herself in spite and jealousy at “'hitestrand poplar, because Bush Massinger had ventured to propose to Winifred Nleysay. _ " No ; it don't fit, drat it," the man called Bill answered in an impatient tone. “ She ain’t drowned at all, the young lady as is missing at the ’All. They’ve ’ad letters an‘ telegrams from ’61-, dated later nor the day I found ’er. I’ve ’anded over the body to the county perlice : it's in the mortuary at the Low Light; an' I shan’t ’ave no more nor arf a crown from the parish after all for all my trouble. Suffolk and Easex is half- a-crown counties ; Surrey’s more liberal ; it goes to five bob on ’em. Wy, I'm more’n eight shillin’s‘out 0' pocket by that there gal already, wot with loss of time an’ tray. ellin' expenses an‘ that. Next time I catches a body unbeknown knockin‘ about promiscuous on a lee-shore, with the tide runnin’, an’ the breakers poundin’ it on its face on the shingle, they may whiatle for it their-selves, that’s wot they may do; I ain’t agoin’ to trouble my ’ead about it. Make a. liveli’ood out of it, indeed ! Wy, it’s all rubbish, that’s wot it is. It’s my opinion that that there Dickens wasva very much overrated person.” He waited breathless for the next sentence. The second speaker went on once more. “And it don't fit '3" he suggested, inquir- ingly. Hugh Massinger rose slowly, like one stunned, walked across the room, as in a dream, to the door, closed it noiselessly, for he could contain himself no longer, and then, burying his face silently in his arms, cried to himself a long and bitter cry, the tears following one another hot and fast down his burning cheeks, while his throat was choked by a rising ball that seemed to check his breath and impede the utterance of his stifled sobs. Elsie was dead, dead for him as if he had actually seen her drowned body cast up, unknown, as the man so hideously and graphically described it in his callous brutality, upon the long spit of the Orfordness lighthouse. He didn’t for one moment doubt that it was she indeed whom the fellow had found and placed in the mortuary. His own lie reacted fatally against himself. He had put others on a false track, and now the false track misled his own spirit. From that day forth, Elsie was indeed dead, dead, dead for him. Alivu in reality, and for all else save him, she was dead for him as though he had seen her buried. And yet, most terrible irony of all, he must still pre- tend before all the world styenuouslyand ceaselessly to believe her livrng. He must never in a single forgetful moment display his grief and remorse for the past ; his sor- row for the loss of the one woman he had really loved-and basely betrayed; his profound affection for her now she was gone and lost to him for ever. He dare not even enquireâ€"for the present at leastâ€" where she would be laid, or what would be done with her poor dishonored and neglected corpse. It must be buried, unheeded, in a pauper's nameless grave, by creatures as base andzcruel as the one who had discover- ed it tossing on the shore, and regarded it only as a lucky find to make half-a-crown out of. Hugh’s inmost soul revolted at the thought. And yetâ€"And yet, even so, he was not man enough to go boldly down to Orfordness and claim and rescue that sacred corpse, as he truly and firmly believ- edit to be, of Elsie Challoner's. He meant still in his craven soul to stand well with the world, and to crown his perfidy by marrying Winifred. In what a tangled maza of impossibilities had he enmeshed himself for ever by that one false step of the forged letter. This wretch had found Elsie‘s bodyâ€"the body that he loved with all his soulâ€"and he could neither claim it himself nor look upon it, bury it not show the faintest interest in it, without involving his case still further in endless complications, and rousing suspi- cions of fatal importngainst his own charac- ter. Wood, the crack English jockey, testified under oath the other day that his income “as from $25,000 to $30,0C0 a year. Hi5 regular fees for riding bring him in $9,500 ayear, and his retainers and refreshers, his presents from gentlemen wnho win,_and his bets swell the total to the figur given. He owns two stables, five 11: inns, and a lot of cottages; he has 3 interest in a. cooperage business, and also $60.000 invested in funds. Hugh Mas‘singefis heart gave a terrible bound. 0 heavens ! that things should have come to this pass. That wretch had found hl§ie’s body I “That's so l"I the first person assented emphatically. “Thirty year I’ve served the Trinity ’ouse, rain or shine, an' you don't provision light-ships that long without learnin’ a thing or two on the way about bodies. The current carries 'em all one way round. A body as starts on its journey at Wes’minster, as it may be ’ere, goes ashore at Millbank, A body as begins at London Bridge, comes out, as rez'lar as clockwork, on the furrer end 0’ the Isle o’ Dogsâ€"It's just the same along this ’ere east coast ’ere. I picked up that gal I’ve come about today on the north side 0’ the Ordiordness Light, by the back 0’ the Trinitv groyne or there abouts. A body as comes up on the north side of Orfordness ’as always drifted down from the nor’-west'ard. So it stands to reason this ’ere gal I’ve got lying up there must a’ come with the ebb from Walbers- wick or Aldeburgh, or maybe Whitestrand : there ain‘t no other way out of it any’ow. Well, they told me at Walberswick there was a young lady a-missin’ over ’ere at Whitestrandâ€"a young lady from the ’Allâ€" a lady 0‘ property seemingâ€"and as there might be money on it, or again there mightn’t wy I come up ’ere 0’ course to make all proper inquiries.” To Hugh Massinger, sitting apart in his own room. these strange scraps of an alien conversation had just then a ghastly and hor- rible fascination. These men were accus- tomed, then, to drowned corpses 1 They were connoisseurs in drowning. They knew the ways of bodies like regular experts. He listened, spellbound, to catch their next sentences. There was a. short pause, during whichâ€"as be judged by the way they breathedâ€"each took a long pull at the pew ter mug, and then the last speaker began again. “ You’d oughter know,” he mur- mured musingly, “ for I s'pose there ain't any man on the river anywheres as ’as ’ad to do as many bodies as you ’ave. 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