BRIBERY AND CORRUPTION
Twice, I looked into Toller's room during the remainder of the night, and found him sleeping. When the sun rose, I could endure the delay no longer. I woke him.
"What is it?" he asked peevishly.
"You must be the last person who saw Cristel," I answered. "I want to know all that you can tell me."His anger completely mastered him; he burst out with a furious reply.
"It's you two--you my landlord, and him my lodger--who have driven Cristy away from her home. She said she would go, and she has gone. Get out of my place, sir! You ought to be ashamed to look at me."It was useless to reason with him, and it was of vital importance to lose no time in instituting a search. After the reception I had met with, Itook care to restore the key of the door leading into the new cottage, before I left him. It was his key; and the poor distracted old man might charge me with taking away his property next.
As I set forth on my way home, I found the new man-servant on the look-out.
His first words showed that he was acting under orders. He asked if I had found the young lady; and he next informed me that his master had revived some hours since, and "bore no malice." This outrageous assertion suddenly fired me with suspicion. I believed that the Cur had been acting a part when he threatened me with his pistol, and that he was answerable for the disappearance of Cristel. My first impulse now was to get the help of a lawyer.
The men at my stables were just stirring when I got home. In ten minutes more, I was driving to our town.
The substance of the professional opinion which I received has been already stated in these pages.
One among my answers to the many questions which my legal adviser put to me led him to a conclusion that made my heart ache. He was of opinion that my brief absence, while I was taking that fatal "breath of air" on the banks of the river, had offered to Cristel her opportunity of getting away without discovery. "Her old father," the lawyer said, "was no doubt in his bed, and you yourself found nobody watching, in the neighborhood of the cottage.""Employ me in some way!" I burst out. "I can't endure my life, if I'm not helping to trace Cristel."He was most kind. "I understand," he said. "Try what you can get those two ladies to tell you--and you may help us materially."Mrs. Roylake was nearest to me. I appealed to her womanly sympathies, and was answered by tears. I made another attempt; I said I was willing to believe that she meant well, and that I should be sorry to offend her.
She got up, and indignantly left the room.
I went to Lady Rachel next.
She was at home, but the servant returned to me with an excuse: her ladyship was particularly engaged. I sent a message upstairs, asking when I might hope to be received. The servant was charged with the delivery of another excuse: her ladyship would write. After waiting at home for hours I was foolish enough to write, on my side; and (how could I help it?) to express myself strongly. The she-socialist's reply is easy to remember:
"Dear Mr. Roylake, when you have recovered your temper, you will hear from me again."Even my stepmother gained by comparison with this.
To rest, and do nothing, was to exercise a control over myself of which Iwas perfectly incapable. I went back to the cottage. Having no hopeful prospect in any other quarter, I persisted in believing that Toller must have seen something or heard something that might either help me, or suggest an idea to my legal adviser.
On entering the kitchen, I found the door of communication wide open, and the new servant established in the large armchair.
"I'm waiting for my master, sir."
