ALL THE YEAR ROUND. A WEEKLY JOURNAL. CONDUCTED BY CHARLES DICKENS. WITH WHICH IS INCORPORATED HOUSEHOLD WORDS. No. 136.] SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 1861. A STRANGE STORY. [PRICE 2d. been witness and victim, that as I turned down the passage, I heard my own unconscious half BY THE AUTHOR OF "MY NOVEL,' ," "RIENZI," &c. hysterical laugh; and, startled by the sound CHAPTER XL. THE dead man's manuscript was gone. But how? A phantom might delude my eye, a human will, though exerted at a distance, might, if the tales of mesmerism be true, deprive me of movement and of consciousness; but neither phantom nor mesmeric will could surely remove from the table before me the material substance of the book that had vanished! Was I to seek explanation in the arts of sorcery ascribed to Louis Grayle in the narrative?—I would not pursue that conjecture. Against it my reason rose up half alarmed, half disdainful. Some one must have entered the room-some one have removed the manuscript. I looked round. The windows were closed, the curtains partially drawn over the shutters, as they were before my consciousness had left me all seemed undisturbed. Snatching up one of the candles, fast dying out, I went into the adjoining library, the desolate state-rooms, into the entrance-hall and examined the outer door. Barred and locked! The robber had left no vestige of his stealthy presence. I resolved to go at once to Strahan's room, and tell him of the loss sustained. A deposit had been confided to me, and I felt as if there were a slur on my honour every moment in which I kept its abstraction concealed from him to whom I was responsible for the trust. I hastily ascended the great staircase, grim with faded portraits, and found myself in a long corridor opening on my own bedroom; no doubt also on Strahan's. Which was his? I knew not. I opened rapidly door after door, peered into empty chambers, went blundering on, when, to the right, down a narrow passage, I recognised the signs of my host's whereabout-signs familiarly common-place and vulgar, signs by which the inmate of any chamber in lodging-house or inn makes himself known-a chair before a doorway, clothes negligently thrown on it, beside it a pair of shoes. And so ludicrous did such testimony of common every-day life, of the habits which Strahan would necessarily have contracted in his desultory unluxurious bachelor's existence-so ludicrous, I say, did these homely details seem to me, so grotesquely at variance with the wonders of which I had been reading, with the wonders yet more incredible of which I myself had VOL. VI. of that laugh as if it came from some one else, I paused, my hand on the door, and asked myself: "Do I dream? Am I awake? And if awake, what am I to say to the common-place mortal I am about to rouse? Speak to him of a phantom! Speak to him of some weird spell over this strong frame! Speak to him of a mystic trance in which has been stolen what he confided to me, without my knowledge! What will he say? What should I have said a week since to any man who told such a tale to me?" I did not wait to resolve these questions. I entered the room. There was Strahan sound asleep on his bed. I shook him roughly. He started up, rubbed his eyes-" You, Allen-you! What the deuce?-what's the matter?" "Strahan, I have been robbed!-robbed of the manuscript you lent me. I could not rest till I had told you." "Robbed, robbed! Are you serious!" By this time Strahan had thrown off the bedclothes, and sat upright, staring at me. And then those questions which my mind had suggested while I was standing at his door repeated themselves with double force. Tell this man, this unimaginative, hard-headed, rawboned, sandy-haired, North-countryman-tell this man a story which the most credulous schoolgirl would have rejected as a fable! Impossible. "I fell asleep," said I, colouring and stammering, for the slightest deviation from truth was painful to me, "and-and-when I woke the manuscript was gone. Some one must have entered, and committed the theft” "Some one entered the house at this hour of the night, and then only steal a manuscript which could be of no value to him! Absurd! If thieves have come in, it must be for other objects-for plate, for money. I will dress; we will see!" Strahan hurried on his clothes, muttering to himself, and avoiding my eye. He was embarrassed. He did not like to say to an old friend what was on his mind, but I saw at once that he suspected I had resolved to deprive him of the manuscript, and invented a wild tale in order to conceal my own dishonesty. Nevertheless, he proceeded to search the house. I followed him in silence, oppressed with my own thoughts, and longing for solitude in my 136 own chamber. We found no one, no trace of any one, nothing to excite suspicion. There were but two female servants sleeping in the house-the old housekeeper, and a country girl who assisted her. It was not possible to suspect either of these persons, but in the course of our search we opened the doors of their rooms. We saw that they were both in bed, both seemingly asleep it seemed idle to wake and question them. When the formality of our futile investigation was concluded, Strahan stopped at the door of my bedroom, and for the first time fixing his eyes on me steadily, said: "Allen Fenwick, I would have given half the fortune I have come into rather than this had happened. The manuscript, as you know, was bequeathed to me as a sacred trust by a benefactor whose slightest wish it is my duty to observe religiously. If it contained aught valuable to a man of your knowledge and profession,-why, you were free to use its contents. Let me hope, Allen, that the book will reappear to-morrow." He said no more, drew himself away from the hand I involuntarily extended, and walked quickly back towards his own room. رو Alone once more, I sank on a seat, buried my face in my hands, and strove in vain to collect into some definite shape my own tumultuous and disordered thoughts. Could I attach serious credit to the marvellous narrative I had read? Were there, indeed, such powers given to man? such influences latent in the calm routine of Nature? I could not believe it; I must have some morbid affection of the brain; I must be under an hallucination. Hallucination? The phantom, yes-the trance, yes. But, still, how came the book gone? That, at least, was not ballucination. I left my room the next morning with a vague hope that I should find the manuscript somewhere in the study; that, in my own trance, I might have secreted it, as sleep-walkers are said to secrete things, without remembrance of their acts in their waking state. I searched minutely in every conceivable place. Strahan found me still employed in that hopeless task. He had breakfasted in his own room, and it was past eleven o'clock when he joined me. His manner was now hard, cold, and distant, and his suspicion so bluntly shown that my distress gave way to resentment. "Is it possible," I cried, indignantly, "that you who have known me so well can suspect me of an act so base, and so gratuitously base? Purloin, conceal a book confided to me, with full power to copy from it whatever I might desire, use its contents in any way that might seem to me serviceable to science, or useful to me in my own calling!' "I have not accused you," answered Strahan, sullenly. "But what are we to say to Mr. Jeeves; to all others who know that this manuscript existed? Will they believe what you tell me " "Mr. Jeeves," I said, "cannot suspect a fellow-townsman, whose character is as high as mine, of untruth and theft. And to whom else have you communicated the facts connected with a memoir and a request of so extraordinary a nature ?" "To young Margrave; I told you so!" True, true. We need not go further to find the thief. Margrave has been in this house more than once. He knows the position of the rooms. You have named the robber!" "Tut! what on earth could a gay young fellow like Margrave want with a work of such dry and recondite nature as I presume my poor kinsman's memoir must be ?" I was about to answer, when the door was abruptly opened, and the servant girl entered, followed by two men, in whom I recognised the superintendent of the L- police and the same subordinate who had found me by Sir Philip's corpse. The superintendent came up to me with a grave face, and whispered in my ear. I did not at first comprehend him. "Come with you," I said, "and to Mr. Vigors, the magistrate? I thought my deposition was closed.' The superintendent shook his head. "I have the authority here, Dr. Fenwick." "Well, I will come, of course. Has anything new transpired?" The superintendent turned to the servant girl, who was standing with gaping mouth and staring eyes. "Show us Dr. Fenwick's room. You had better put up, sir, whatever things you have brought here. I will go up-stairs with he whispered again. Come, Dr. Fenwick, I am in the discharge of my duty." you," Something in the man's manner was so sinister and menacing that I felt, at once, that some new and strange calamity had befallen me. I turned towards Strahan. He was at the threshold, speaking in a low voice to the subordinate policeman, and there was an expression of amazement and horror in his countenance. As I came towards him he darted away without a word. I went up the stairs, entered my bedroom, the superintendent close behind me. As I took up mechanically the few things I had brought with me, the police-officer drew them from me with an abruptness that appeared insolent, and deliberately searched the pockets of the coat which I had worn the evening before, then opened the drawers in the room, and even pried into the bed. "What do you mean ?" I asked, haughtily. 'Excuse me, sir. Duty. You are 'Well, I am what ?" 'My prisoner; here is the warrant." "Warrant! on what charge ?" "The murder of Sir Philip Derval.” "I-I! Murder!" I could say no more. I must hurry over this awful passage in my marvellous record. It is torture to dwell on the details, and indeed I have so sought to chase them from my recollection, that they only come back to me in hideous fragments, like the broken, incoherent remains of a horrible dream. All that I need state is as follows: Early on the very morning on which I had been arrested, heard of the murder, was in doubt what to do, might get himself into trouble if, a mere stranger, he gave an unsupported testimony. But, on the day before the evidence was volunteered, as he was lounging in the streets, he had seen a gentleman pass by on horseback, in whom he im a man, a stranger in the town, had privately place, on which he, the witness, walked away. sought Mr. Vigors, and deposed that, on the He did not know that a murder had been comnight of the murder, he had been taking refuge mitted; it might be only an assault; it was no from a sudden storm under shelter of the eaves business of his, he was a stranger. He thought and buttresses of a wall adjoining an old arch- it best not to interfere, the policemen having way; that he had heard men talking within the cognisance of the affair. He found out his inn; archway; had heard one say to the other, "You for the next few days he was, however, absent still bear me a grudge." The other had re- from L in search of his relations, who had plied, "I can forgive you on one condition." left the town, many years ago, to fix their resiThat he then lost much of the conversation that dence in one of the neighbouring villages. ensued, which was in a lower voice; but he ga He was, however, disappointed, none of these rethered enough to know that the condition de-lations now survived. He had returned to Lmanded by the one was the possession of a casket which the other carried about with him. That there seemed an altercation on this matter between the two men, which, to judge by the tones of voice, was angry on the part of the man demanding the casket; that, finally, this man said in a loud key, "Do you still refuse ?"mediately recognised the man who, in his belief, and on receiving the answer, which the witness was the murderer of Sir Philip Derval. He indid not overhear, exclaimed threateningly, "It quired of a bystander the name of the gentleis you who will repent;" and then stepped forth man, the answer was Dr. Fenwick.' That, from the arch into the street. The rain had the rest of the day, he felt much disturbed in then ceased, but, by a broad flash of lightning, his mind, not liking to volunteer such a charge the witness saw distinctly the figure of the against a man of apparent respectability and person thus quitting the shelter of the arch; a station. But that his conscience would not let man of tall stature, powerful frame, erect car-him sleep that night, and he had resolved at riage. A little time afterwards, witness saw a morning to go to the magistrate and make a slighter and older man come forth from the arch, clean breast of it. whom he could only examine by the flickering ray of the gas-lamp near the wall, the lightning having ceased, but whom he fully believed to be the person he afterwards discovered to be Sir Philip Derval. 6 This story was in itself so improbable that any other magistrate but Mr. Vigors would, perhaps, have dismissed it in contempt. But Mr. Vigors, already so bitterly prejudiced against me, and not sorry, perhaps, to subHe said that he himself had only arrived at ject me to the humiliation of so horrible a the town a few hours before; a stranger to charge, immediately issued his warrant to search L-, and indeed to England; having come my house. I was absent at Derval Court; the from the United States of America, where he house was searched. In the bureau in my had passed his life from childhood. He had favourite study, which was left unlocked, the journeyed on foot to L, in the hope of steel casket was discovered, and a large casefinding there some distant relatives. He had knife, on the blade of which the stains of blood put up at a small inn, after which he had strolled were still perceptible. On this discovery I was through the town, when the storm had driven apprehended, and on these evidences, and on the him to seek shelter. He had then failed to deposition of this vagrant stranger, I was, not find his way back to the inn, and after wander- indeed committed to take my trial for murder, ing about in vain, and seeing no one at that late but placed in confinement; all bail for my hour of night of whom he could ask the way, appearance refused, and the examination adhe had crept under a portico and slept for two journed to give time for further evidence and or three hours. Waking towards the dawn, he inquiries. I had requested the professional had then got up, and again sought to find his aid of Mr. Jeeves. To my surprise and dismay way to the inn, when he saw in a narrow street Mr. Jeeves begged me to excuse him. He said before him two men, one of whom he recog- he was pre-engaged by Mr. Strahan to detect and nised as the taller of the two, to whose conver-prosecute the murderer of Sir P. Derval, and sation he had listened under the arch, the other could not assist one accused of the murder. I he did not recognise at the moment. The taller gathered from the little he said that Strahan man seemed angry and agitated, and he heard had already been to him that morning and told him him say, "The casket; I will have it." There of the missing manuscript-that Strahan had then seemed a struggle between these two per- ceased to be my friend. I engaged another solisons, when the taller one struck down the citor, a young man of ability, and who professed shorter, knelt on his breast, and he caught dis- personal esteem for me. Mr. Stanton (such was tinctly the gleam of some steel instrument. the lawyer's name) believed in my innocence; That he was so frightened that he could not but he warned me that appearances were grave, stir from the place, and that though he cried he implored me to be perfectly frank with him. out, he believed his voice was not heard. He then saw the taller man rise, the other resting on the pavement motionless, and a minute or so afterwards beheld policemen coming to the Had I held conversation with Sir Philip under the archway as reported by the witness? Had I used such or similar words? Had the deceased said, "I had a grudge against him ?" Had I demanded the casket? Had I threatened Sir Philip that he would repent? And of what? His refusal ? I felt myself grow pale as I answered, "Yes, I thought such or similar expressions had occurred in my conversation with the deceased." "What was the reason of the grudge? What was the nature of this casket, that I should so desire its possession ?" There, I became terribly embarrassed. What could I say to a keen, sensible, worldly man of law? Tell him of the powder and the fume, of the scene in the museum, of Sir Philip's tale, of the implied identity of the youthful Margrave with the aged Grayle, of the elixir of life, and of magic arts? I-I tell such a romance! I, the noted adversary of all pretended mysticism! I-I-a sceptical practitioner of medicine! Had that manuscript of Sir Philip's been availablea substantial record of marvellous events by a man of repute for intellect and learning-I might, perhaps, have ventured to startle the solicitor of L- with my revelations. But the sole proof that all which the solicitor urged me to confide was not a monstrous fiction or an insane delusion, had disappeared; and its disappearance was a part of the terrible mystery that enveloped the whole. I answered, therefore, as composedly as I could, that "I could have no serious grudge against Sir Philip, whom I had never seen before that evening; that the words, which applied to my supposed grudge, were lightly said by Sir Philip in reference to a physiological dispute on matters connected with mesmerical phenomena; that the deceased had declared his casket, which he had shown me at the mayor's house, contained drugs of great potency in medicine; that I had asked permission to test those drugs myself; and that when I said he would repent of his refusal, I merely meant that he would repent of his reliance on drugs not warranted by the experiments of professional science. My replies seemed to satisfy the lawyer so far, but How could I account for the casket and the knife being found in my room?" "In no way but this; the window of that room was a door-window opening on the lane, from which any one might enter it. I was in the habit, not only of going out myself that way, but of admitting through that door any more familiar private acquaintance." "Whom, for instance ?" I hesitated a moment, and then said, with a significance I could not forbear, "Mr. Margrave! He would know the locale perfectly; he would know that the door was rarely bolted from within during the daytime; he could enter at all hours; he could place, or instruct any one to deposit, the knife and casket in my bureau, which he knew I never kept locked; it contained no secrets, no private correspondence chiefly surgical implements, or such things as I might want for professional experiments.' of connivance with such a charge against you; a connivance that would implicate him in the murder itself, for if you are accused wrongfully, he who accuses you is either the criminal or the criminal's accomplice; his instigator or his tool." "Mr. Stanton," I said firmly, after a moment's pause, "I do suspect Mr. Margrave of a hand in this crime. Sir Philip, on seeing him at the mayor's house, expressed a strong abhorrence of him, more than hinted at crimes be had committed; appointed me to come to Derval Court the day after that on which the murder was committed. Sir Philip had known something of this Margrave in the East-Margrave might dread exposure, revelations-of what I know not; but, strange as it may seem to you, it is my conviction that this young man, apparently so gay and so thoughtless, is the real criminal, and in some way, which I cannot conjecture, has employed this lying vagabond in the fabrication of a charge against myself. Reflect: of Mr. Margrave's antecedents we know nothing; of them nothing was known even by the young gentleman who first introduced him to the society of this town. If you would serve and save me, it is to that quarter that you will direct your vigilant and unrelaxing researches.” I had scarcely so said when I repented my candour; for I observed in the face of Mr. Stanton a sudden revulsion of feeling, an utter incredulity of the accusation I had thus hazarded, and for the first time a doubt of my own inuocence. The fascination exercised by Margrave was universal; nor was it to be wondered at: for, besides the charm of his joyous presence, he seemed so singularly free from even the errors common enough with the young. So gay and boon a companion, yet a shunner of wine; so dazzling in aspect, so more than beautiful, so courted, so idolised by women, yet no tale of seduction, of profligacy, attached to his name! As to his antecedents, he had so frankly owned himself a natural son, a nobody, a traveller, an idler; his expenses, though lavish, were so unostentatious, so regularly defrayed. He was so wholly the reverse of the character assigned to criminals, that it seemed as absurd to bring a charge of homicide against a butterfly or a goldfinch as against this seemingly innocent and delightful favourite of humanity and nature. However, Mr. Stanton said little or nothing, and shortly afterwards left me, with a dry expression of hope that my innocence would be cleared in spite of evidence that, he was bound to say, was of the most serious character. I was exhausted. I fell into a profound sleep early that night; it might be a little after twelve when I woke, and woke as fully, as completely, as much restored to life and consciousness, as it was then my habit to be at the break of day. And, so waking, I saw, on the wall opposite my bed, the same luminous phantom I had seen in the wizard's study at Derval Court. "Mr. Margrave! But you cannot suspect I have read in Scandinavian legends of an appahim-a lively, charming young man, against rition called the Scin-Læca, or shining corpse. whose character not a whisper was ever heard-It is supposed, in the northern superstition, sometimes to haunt sepulchres, sometimes to foretel doom. It is the spectre of a human body seen in a phosphoric light. And so exactly did this phantom correspond to the description of such an apparition in Scandinavian fable that I know not how to give it a better name than that of Scin-Laca-the shining corpse. There it was before me, corpse-like, yet not dead; there, as in the haunted study of the wizard Forman!-the form and the face of Margrave. Constitutionally, my nerves are strong, and my temper hardy, and now I was resolved to battle against any impression which my senses might receive from my own deluding fancies. Things that witnessed for the first time daunt us, witnessed for the second time lose their terror. I rose from my bed with a bold aspect, I approached the phantom with a firm step; but when within two paces of it, and my hand outstretched to touch it, my arm became fixed in air, my feet locked to the ground. I did not experience fear; I felt that my heart beat regularly, but an invincible something opposed itself to me. I stood as if turned to stone, and then from the lips of this phantom there came a voice, but a voice which seemed borne from a great distance-very low, muffled, and yet distinct I could not even be sure that my ear heard it, or whether the sound was not conveyed to me by an inner sense. "I, and I alone, can save and deliver you," said the voice. "I will do so, and the conditions I ask, in return, are simple and easy." "Fiend or spectre, or mere delusion of my own brain," cried I, "there can be no compact between thee and me. I despise thy malice, I reject thy services; I accept no conditions to escape from the one or to obtain the other." You may give a different answer when I ask again." The Scin-Læca slowly waned, and, fading first into a wan shadow, then vanished. I rejoiced at the reply I had given. Two days elapsed before Mr. Stanton again came to me; in the interval the Scin-Læca did not reappear. I had mustered all my courage, all my common sense, noted down all the weak points of the false evidence against me, and felt calm and supported by the strength of my innocence. Enough!" I exclaimed-" enough!" I paced the room in a state of excitement and rage, which the lawyer in vain endeavoured to calm, until at length I halted abruptly: Well, and you saw Miss Ashleigh? What message does she send to me-her betrothed ?" Mr. Stanton looked confused. Message! Consider, sir-Miss Ashleigh's situation-the delicacy-and-and "I understand! no message, no word, from a young lady so respectable to a man accused of murder." Mr. Stanton was silent for some moments; and then said quietly, "Let us change this subject; let us think of what more immediately presses. I see you have been making some notes; may I look at them-" I composed myself and sat down. "This accuser! have inquiries really been made as to himself, and his statement of his own proceedings? He comes, he says, from America-in what ship? At what port did he land? Is there any evidence to corroborate his story of the relations he tried to discover-of the inn at which he first put up, and to which he could not find his way?" "Your suggestions are sensible, Dr. Fenwick. I have forestalled them. It is true that the man lodged at a small inn-the Rising Sun-true that he made inquiries about some relations of the name of Walls, who formerly resided at L and afterwards removed to a village ten miles distant-two brothers-tradesmen of small means but respectable character. He at first refused to say at what seaport he landed, in what ship he sailed. I suspect that he has now told a falsehood as to these matters. I have sent my clerk to Southampton-for it is there he said that he was put on shore; we shall seethe man himself is detained in close custody. I hear that his manner is strange and excitable; but that he preserves silence as much as possible. It is generally believed that he is a bad character, perhaps a returned convict, and that this is the true reason why he so long delayed giving evidence, and has been since so reluctant to account for himself. But even if his testimony "I was for two hours at Mrs. Ashleigh's house should be impugned, should break down, still last evening," replied the lawyer; "she was we should have to account for the fact that the naturally anxious to see me as employed in your casket and the case-knife were found in your defence. Who do you think was there? Who, bureau. For, granting that a person could, in eager to defend you, to express his persuasion your absence, have entered your study and of your innocence, to declare his conviction that placed the articles in your bureau, it is clear the real criminal would be soon discovered-that such a person must have been well acwho but that same Mr. Margrave, whom, par- quainted with your house, and this stranger to The first few words of the solicitor dashed all my courage to the ground. For I was anxious to hear news of Lilian, anxious to have some message from her that might cheer and strengthen me, and my first question was this: "Mr. Stanton, you are aware that I am engaged in marriage to Miss Ashleigh. Your family are not unacquainted with her. What says, what thinks she of this monstrous charge against her betrothed ?" |