CHAPTER VI
A LETTER AND ITS ANSWER
When I got back to my diggings I was astonished to find that it was onlyten o'clock. How little time it takes to change the whole world for one!All day long I forced myself to go about my usual work, but the thoughtof May Derwent never left me.
It was the greatest relief to find that in none of the evening papersdid her name appear. How McGorry managed to conceal from the reportersthe fact that she had been in the building remains a mystery to thisday--but how thankful I was that he was able to do so! Already mygreatest preoccupation was to preserve her fair name from the leastbreath of scandal. Not for an instant did I believe her to be connectedwith the murder;--on the other hand, I felt equally sure that she was insome great trouble, the nature of which I could not even guess. I longedto protect and help her, but how was I to do so, ignorant as I wasof everything concerning her. I didn't even know where she was atthat moment. At her mother's, perhaps. But where was that? Suddenly Iremembered that my great friend, Fred Cowper, had mentioned in one ofhis recent letters that Mrs. Derwent and his mother were near neighboursin the country. To think that that lucky dog had been spending the lastmonth within a stone's throw, perhaps, of her house--had seen her everyday probably, and had been allowed these inestimable privilegessimply because he had broken an old leg! And I, who would gladly havesacrificed both legs to have been in his place, was forced to remain inNew York because--forsooth!--of an apoplectic old patient--who refusedeither to live or die! Well, as I couldn't go to her, it was at any ratea comfort to be able to get news of her so easily--so seizing a pen, Ihastily scratched off the following note:
NEW YORK, August 10, 1898.
DEAR FRED:
You know me pretty well and know therefore that I'm not a prying sort of fellow--don't you? So that when I ask you to tell me all you know about Miss May Derwent--I hope you will believe that I am animated by no idle curiosity. A doctor is often forced to carry more secrets than a family solicitor, and is as much in honor bound. Through no fault of my own, I have come into the possession of certain facts relating to Miss Derwent which lead me to believe that she is in great trouble. Furthermore, I am convinced that I could help her, were I not handicapped by my very slight personal acquaintance with her, but more than that by my entire ignorance regarding certain details of her life. I might as well acknowledge that I am interested in the young lady, and am anxious to serve her if I can. But if I am to do so, I must first find out a few particulars of her life, and these I hope you can give me.
In the first place I want to know whether she has any young male relative who is tall, with good figure? I remember hearing that she is an only child, but has she no cousin with whom she is on terms of brotherly intimacy?
Secondly, Is she engaged, or reported to be engaged, and if so, to whom?
Thirdly, What are the names of her most favored suitors?
Fourthly, What lady does she know intimately who has very dark hair, and is also slight and tall?
I don't need to tell you to treat this letter as absolutely confidential, nor to assure you again that only the deepest interest in Miss Derwent, and the conviction that she is in need of help, induce me to pry into her affairs.
More than this I cannot tell you, so don't ask me.
Good-night, old chap! Hope your leg is getting on all right.
Affectionately yours, CHARLES K. FORTESCUE.
HOPE FARM, BEVERLEY, L. I., Friday, August 11.
DEAR CHARLEY,--You may imagine how exciting I found your letter when I tell you that I have known May Derwent since she was a tiny tot, and that their country place is not half a mile from here. She is exactly my sister Alice's age, and I have never known her very well till she came out last winter, for eight years make a big barrier between children. I like and admire May extremely, for not only is she a very beautiful girl, but an extremely nice one, as well. Difficult as it may be to explain certain things, I am sure that, whatever the trouble she is in, if you knew the whole truth, you would find it only redounded to her credit. She is an impulsive, warm-hearted and rather tempestuous child--generous, loyal, and truthful to a fault. I have just been discreetly sounding Alice about her, and asked why I had not seen May since I had been down here this time, as on former occasions she used always to be running in and out of the house. And Alice tells me that for the last three months May has been a changed being. From a happy, thoughtless girl, overflowing with health and spirits, she has become a listless, self-contained, almost morose woman. She refuses to go anywhere, and spends most of her time either in her own room or taking long solitary walks or rides. The doctor talks of nervous prostration, but do you think it likely that a vigorous, athletic young girl would develop nerves solely in consequence of a few months' gaiety during the winter? It seems to me incredible, and so I am forced to believe that May has something on her mind which is reacting on her body, causing her to shun all the things she used to delight in. Now, when a young, rich, beautiful, and sought-after girl suddenly takes to avoiding her species, and becomes pale and melancholy, the usual explanation is--an unhappy love affair. And, of course, that may still turn out to be the truth in this case; but in the meantime I have another hypothesis to suggest, that seems to me to fit in with the known facts even better than the other.
May Derwent is not an only child, but has, or at any rate had, a brother about ten years older than herself who, I confess, was one of the heroes of my childhood. Only a little older than the rest of us boys, he was much bigger and stronger. He was the leader of all our games, and the instigator of our most outrageous exploits. He was the horror of all parents and the delight of all children. Cruel, vindictive, untruthful, leaving others to pay the penalty for his faults whenever it was possible, he was not a nice boy even in those early days, but then he was so handsome, so bold and unscrupulous, so inspired in devising new crimes for us to commit, that it is hardly to be wondered at that he was at the same time our terror and our idol. His school record was bad; his college record was worse, till one fine day he suddenly and mysteriously disappeared from Harvard, and has never been heard of since. What had occurred I never could find out; that it was something very disgraceful I am sure, for his mother, whose pride and hope he had been, never again mentioned his name.
Now, don't you think it quite possible that he may have returned and been bothering his sister in some way? She may be either trying to shield him from still greater disgrace, or be endeavouring to spare her mother the further knowledge of his misdeeds. Mind you, these are all merely the wildest conjectures.
As for May's lovers, their name is simply legion, including young Norman, the millionaire, Sir Arthur Trevor, Guy Weatherby and a painter chap--Greywood, I think his name is. Mere Derwent, I believe, favors Norman's suit, having (sensible woman!) a great faith in American husbands, but there is a rumour that May, with the perversity of her sex, is inclined to smile on the young artist, who, I am told is an affected chap, just back from Paris, without either money or talent. But no doubt he strikes her as a more romantic lover than good old Norman, who is the best of fellows, and absolutely eligible in every way.
Alice tells me that May has appeared quite eager for her Bar Harbor visit, notwithstanding that she has refused all other invitations, and Mrs. Derwent has had great hopes that the change would do her good.
What you have told me is no small tax on my discretion, but what you have refrained from telling taxes my curiosity far more. But notice--I ask no questions!!
By the way, why don't you come down and spend next Sunday with us? You might see the lovely May again,--who knows?
Affectionately yours, FRED.
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