en-de  THE BISHOP’S SECRET by Fergus Hume, CHAPTER 4 Hard
DIE NEUGIER MR CARGRIMS. Wie beim berühmten Bankett, als Macbeth als Gastgeber unerwartet den Geist des edlen Duncan sieht, brach der Empfang des Bischofs in bewundernswertester Unordnung ab. Es war nicht Dr. Pendles Wunsch, dass die Unterhaltung seinetwegen kurzfristig abgebrochen werden sollte, aber das - erheblich verstärkte - Gerücht seiner plötzliche Erkrankung deprimierte seine Gäste dermaßen, dass sie sich überstürzt entfernten, und innerhalb einer Stunde war der Palast leer bis auf seine üblichen Bewohner. Dr. Graham war durch die Behandlung des Bischofs der einzige Fremde, der zurückblieb, denn Lucy schickte sogar Sir Henry fort, obwohl er sehr darum bat, bleiben zu können, in der Hoffnung, sich nützlich zu machen. Und der unangenehmste Teil des ganzen Vorfalls war, dass niemand den Grund der unerwarteten Unpässlichkeit des Bischofs zu wissen schien.

"Als ich ihn zuletzt sah, ging es ihm gut", wiederholte die arme Mrs. Pendle immer wieder. "Und meines Wissens nach war er nie krank gewesen. Was bedeutet das alles?

"Vielleicht hat Papas Besucher ihm schlechte Nachrichten überbracht", schlug Lucy vor, die mit Riechsalz und Fächer um ihre Mutter herumschwirrte.

Mrs. Pendle schüttelte sehr bekümmert den Kopf. ... "Dein Vater hat keine Geheimnisse vor mir", sagte sie bestimmt," und soweit ich weiß, ist es unmöglich, dass irgendeine Nachricht ihn so sehr mitgenommen haben kann.

"Dr Graham kann das möglicherweise erklären", sagte Gabriel.

"Ich will Dr. Grahams Erklärung nicht", wimmerte Mrs. Pendle unter Tränen. "Ich mag es nicht ausgerechnet von einem Fremden zu hören, was mir selbst erzählt werden sollte. Er kein Recht, mich als Ehefrau deines Vaters aus seinem Vertrauen auszuschließen - und aus der Bibliothek", schloss Mrs Pendle mit einem gekränkten Nachsatz. ...

Sicherlich war das Verhalten des Bischofs sehr merkwürdig und hätte sogar eine weniger nervöse Frau als Mrs. Pendle verärgert. Keines ihrer Kinder konnte sie irgendwie trösten, denn, da sie selbst nicht wussten, was geschehen war, konnten sie keine Hinweise geben. ... Glücklicherweise erschien in diesem Augenblick Dr. Graham mit einem beruhigenden Lächeln auf seinem Gesicht und fuhr fort, sie zu besänftigen. ...

"Tse! Tse! Meine liebe Dame!", sagte er lebhaft, indem er sich Mrs. Pendle näherte, "was bedeutet das alles?"

"Der Bischof - "Der Bischof leidet an einem leichten Unwohlsein, das entstanden ist, weil er sich als Gastgeber zu sehr angestrengt hat. Morgen wird es ihm wieder besser gehen.

"Sein Besucher hatte also nichts mit Papas Unwohlsein zu tun?

"Nein, Miss Lucy. Der Besucher war nur ein heruntergekommener Kirchenmann, der Hilfe suchte.

"Kann ich meinen Mann nicht sehen?" war die besorgte Frage der Frau des Bischofs.

Graham zuckte mit den Schultern und sah die arme Dame skeptisch an. ... "Besser nicht, Mrs. Pendle", sagte er bedächtig. "Ich habe ihm einen beruhigenden Trank gegeben, und nun legt er sich gerade hin. ... Es gibt überhaupt keinen Grund, dass Sie sich Sorgen machen müssten. Morgen früh werden Sie über diese unnötige Sorge lachen. Ich schlage vor, dass Sie zu Bett gehen sollten und eine ordentliche Dosis Baldrian nehmen, um ihre instabilen Nerven zu beruhigen. Miss Lucy wird dafür sorgen.

"Ich würde gern den Bischof sehen", beharrte Mrs. Pendle, deren Instinkt ihr sagte, dass der Doktor sie beschwindelte.

“Also! nun!" sagte er gut gelaunt, "eine eigensinnige Frau wird ihren Willen bekommen. Ich weiß, dass Sie kein Auge zumachen werden, bis sie wissen, wie es um ihn steht, also werden Sie den Bischof sehen können. Stützen Sie sich bitte auf meinen Arm.

"Ich kann allein gehen, danke sehr!", antwortete Mrs. Pendle gereizt; und durch die Sorge zu außergewöhnlicher Anstrengung angeregt, ging sie in Richtung Bibliothek, gefolgt von der Familie des Bischofs und seinem Kaplan, wobei Letzterer diese Szene genau beobachtete. ...

"Sie wird danach zusammenbrechen", sagte Dr. Graham halblaut zu Lucy; ich fürchte, Sie werden eine unruhige Nacht haben." ...

"Ich habe nichts dagegen, Doktor, solange es keinen wirklichen Grund für Besorgnis gibt.

"Ich gebe Ihnen mein Ehrenwort, Miss Lucy, dass dies ein Fall von viel Lärm um nichts ist.

Hoffen wir, dass das der Fall ist", sagte Cargrim, der Jesuit, sehr leise, woraufhin Graham ihn mit einem Ausdruck deutlichen Missfallens ansah.

"Als Mensch erzähle ich keine Lügen, als Doktor gebe ich keine falschen Berichte ab", sagte er frostig, "es gibt keinen Grund für Ihre frommen Wünsche, Mr. Cargrim."

Der Bischof saß an seinem Schreibtisch, kritzelte träge auf seiner Schreibunterlage und erhob sich mit einem Ausdruck der Beunruhigung, als seine Ehefrau und seine Familie eintraten. Sein gewöhnlich rötlicher Gesichtston war verschwunden und sein Gesicht war weiß und hager; er sah aus wie ein Mann, den etwas schwer erschüttert hatte und der sich noch nicht davon erholt hatte. Als er seine Frau sah, lächelte er beruhigend, aber mit offensichtlicher Mühe, und beeilte sich, sie zu dem Stuhl, auf dem er gesessen hatte, zu führen.

"Nun, meine Liebe", sagte er, als sie saß, "das gibt es doch nicht."

"Ich bin so besorgt, George!

"Es gibt keinen Grund, sich Sorgen zu machen", erwiderte der Bischof mahnend. "Ich hatte in letzter Zeit allzu viel zu tun und unerwarteterweise wurde ich von einer Mattigkeit erfasst. Grahams Medizin und ein geruhsamer Schlaf werden meine gewohnte Kraft wiederherstellen."

"Es ist doch hoffentlich nicht dein Herz, George?"

"Sein Herz!" scherzte der Doktor. "Das Herz Seiner Lordschaft ist so gesund wie seine Verdauung.

"Wir dachten, du hättest dich über schlechte Nachrichten aufgeregt, Papa."

"Ich hatte keine schlechten Nachrichten, Lucy. Ich bin nur ein wenig übermannt von später Stunde und Müdigkeit. Bring deine Mutter ins Bett; und du, meine Liebe", fügte der Bischof hinzu und küsste seine Frau, "sorge dich nicht ohne Grund. Gute Nacht, und schlaf gut.

"Etwas Baldrian für Ihre Nerven, Bischof - "Ich habe etwas für meine Nerven genommen, Amy.... Jetzt brauche ich nichts als Ruhe.

Auf diese Weise beruhigt, willigte Miss Pendle ein, von Lucy aus der Bibliothek geführt zu werden. ... Gabriel, dessen Gedanken um seinen Vater jetzt ganz leicht waren, folgte ihr. Cargrim und Graham blieben zurück, aber der Bischof, ihre Anwesenheit nicht beachtend, schaute zu der Tür, durch die seine Frau und Kinder verschwunden waren und stieß einen Laut zwischen einem Seufzen und einem Stöhnen aus.

Dr. Graham sah ihn ängstlich an, und der Blick wurde von Cargrim abgefangen, der sich sofort entschied, dass es etwas ernsthaft Unrechtes gab, das Graham und der Bischof zu verbergen wünschten... Der Arzt bemerkte den merkwürdigen Ausdruck in den Augen des Kaplans, und mit vorgetäuschter guter Laune - was zu vermuten war, da er den Mann nicht mochte - warf er ihn aus der Bibliothek. ... Cargrim - darauf erpicht, die Wahrheit zu erfahren - protestierte in seiner gewöhnlich katzenähnlichen Weise gegen diesen plötzlichen Rauswurf. ...

"Ich würde mich glücklich schätzen, die ganze Nacht mit Seiner Lordschaft aufzubleiben", erklärte er. ...

"Setzen Sie sich zu Ihrer Großmutter", rief Graham schroff. ... "Gehen Sie zu Bett, Sir, und machen Sie aus einer Mücke keinen Elefanten....

"Gute Nacht, Mylord", sagte Cargrim leise. "Ich hoffe sehr, dass Sie sich bis zum Morgen vollständig erholt haben werden.

Danke, Mr. Cargrim, gute Nacht!

Als der Pfarrer aus dem Zimmer schlich, rieb Dr. Graham sich die Hände und wandte sich zügig seinem Patienten zu, der wie versteinert dastand und wie hypnotisiert auf die Leselampe auf dem Schreibtisch starrte. ...

"Kommen Sie, Mylord," sagte er und berührte den Bischof auf der Schulter, "Sie müssen Ihren Beruhigungstrunk nehmen und zu Bett gehen. ... Morgen früh wird es Ihnen wieder gut gehen.

"Ich vertraue darauf", antwortete Pendle mit einem Stöhnen.

"Natürlich, Bischof, wenn Sie mir nicht sagen wollen, was mit ihnen los ist, kann ich Sie nicht heilen.

"Ich bin durcheinander, Doktor, das ist alles.

"Sie hatten einen schweren Nervenschock", sagte Graham scharf, "und es wird einige Zeit dauern, bis Sie sich davon erholt haben. Dieser Besucher brachte Ihnen schlechte Nachrichten, nehme ich an?

"Nein!" sagte der Bischof, zusammenzuckend, "hat er nicht.

"Tja! na ja!! behalten Sie ihre Geheimnisse für sich. Ich kann nicht mehr tun, also sage ich gute Nacht "und er streckte seine Hand aus.

Dr. Pendle nahm sie und hielt sie für einen Augenblick fest. "Ihre Anspielung auf den Ring des Polykrates, Graham!

"Was ist damit?""Ich sollte meinen Ring auch ins Meer werfen." Das ist alles.

"Ha! ha! Um ans Meer zu kommen, müssen Sie eine beträchtiche Strecke zurücklegen, Bischof. Gute Nacht, gute Nacht ", und Graham lächelte auf seine trockene Art und begab sich aus dem Zimmer. Als er zurück zur Tür schaute, sah er, dass der Bischof wieder stumpfsinning auf die Leseleuchte starrte. Graham schüttelte bei dem Anblick den Kopf und schloss die Tür.

"Es geht um Geist, nicht Materie", dachte er, als er Hut und Mantel in der Halle anlegte; "der Schrank ist offen und das Skelett ist draußen. Meine Vorahnung war richtig - richtig. Vergib mir Äskulap, dass ich so abergläubisch sein sollte. Der Bischof hat einen Schock gehabt. Was ist es? Was ist es? Der Besucher brachte schlechte Nachrichten! Hm! Hm! In seinem Fall besser, die Medizin den Hunden zum Fraß vorzuwerfen. Geist erkrankt: geheime Schwierigkeiten: meine Bestrafung ist größer, als das, was ich ertragen kann. Zähle eins und eins zusammen; an der Sache stimmt etwas überhaupt nicht.... Nun! gut! Ich bin niemand, der seine Nase in alles steckt.

"Geht es Seiner Lordschaft besser?" ertönte die sanfte Stimme Cargrims an seiner Seite. ...

Graham drehte sich schnell um. Viel besser, gute Nacht", antwortete er kurzerhand und war in einem Moment weg. ...

Michael Cargrim, der Kaplan, war ein gefährlicher Mann. Er war dünn und blass, mit hellblauen Augen und glattem blonden Haar; und so schwach er körperlich war, so stark war er mental. In seinem gepflegten Priesterhabit, mit leicht gebückter Haltung und einem sanften Lächeln sah er aus wie ein harmloser, gewöhnlicher junger Pfarrer von der Art eines Stubentigers. Niemand konnte taktvoller und einnehmender sein als Mr. Cargrim, und die alten Damen und jungen Mädchen aus Beorminster bewunderten ihn sehr, aber samt und sonders alle Männer - sogar alle seine geistlichen Brüder - konnten ihn nicht leiden und misstrauten ihm, obwohl es keinen offensichtlichen Grund dafür gab. Vielleicht hatten sein zu respektvolles Benehmen und seine ausgesprochene Verweichlichung, die ihn vor männlichem Sport zurückweichen ließ, etwas mit seiner Unbeliebtheit bei Männern zu tun, aber vom Bischof abwärts war er sicherlich kein Liebling, und in jeder männlichen Brust weckte er immer wieder den Wunsch, ihm einen Tritt zu versetzen. Der Klerus der Diözese wahrte ihm gegenüber eine Art "instinktiver Abneigung", und keiner von ihnen hatte mehr mit ihm zu tun, als er musste. Beim besten Willen, mit dem tiefsten Wunsch, brüderliche Liebe möglichst frei zu interpretieren, fanden es die Leviten aus Beorminster unmöglich, Mr. Cargrim zu mögen. ... Somit war er eine Art kirchlicher Ismael, und innerlich so gefährlich, wie er nach außen hin harmlos aussah.

Wie eine solche Viper dazu gekommen war, sich am Herdfeuer des Bischofs zu wärmen, konnte niemand sagen. Mrs. Pansey selbst wusste nicht, wie sich Mr. Cargrim - so drückte sie es aus - in seine gemütliche Stellung hineingewunden hatte. Aber, offen gesagt, gab es in dieser Angelegenheit kein Lavieren, und wenn sich der Bischof dazu berufen gefühlt hätte, irgendjemandem seine Angelegenheiten zu erklären, dann hätte er einen schlüssigen Grund für die Wahl Cargrims zum Kaplan nennen können. Der junge Mann war der Sohn eines alten Schulkameraden, dem Pendle sehr verbunden gewesen war und von dem er zu Beginn seiner Karriere viele Gefälligkeiten erfahren hatte. Dieser Schulkamerad - ein Bankier - war ohne eigenes Verschulden bankrott gegangen, ein Bettler geworden, hatte schließlich Selbstmord begangen und im Sterben hatte er seine Frau und seinen Sohn der Fürsorge des Bischofs empfohlen. Cargrim war damals fünfzehn Jahre alt, und schon als Jugendlicher hatte er, da er klug und berechnend war, beschlossen, die Zuneigung des Bischofs zu seinem Vater so gut es ging auszunutzen. Wie bereits erwähnt, war er klug. Er war auch ehrgeizig und skrupellos. Deshalb beschloss er, den Beruf zu ergreifen, in dem der Einfluss von Dr. Pendle am wertvollsten sein würde. Aus diesem Grund und nicht, weil er eine Berufung für die Tätigkeit spürte, empfing er die Priesterweihe. Die Folge seiner weisen Voraussicht wurde bald offensichtlich, denn nach einer kurzen Tätigkeit als Vikar in London wurde er als Kaplan der Bischofs von Beorminster berufen.

So weit, so gut. Die Stellung war für einen jungen Mann von 28 Jahren keineswegs eine schlechte, umso mehr, als sie ihm die Möglichkeit bot, eine bessere zu erlangen, indem er nach einer fetten Beförderung Ausschau hielt und sie von seinem Patron zu bekommen, wenn er ihn direkt und unverzüglich danach fragte. Cargrim hatte die Pfarrstelle einer wohlhabenden, unkomplizierten Gemeinde unweit von Beorminster im Auge, die der Bischof berechtig war zu vergeben. Der gegenwärtige Inhaber war alt und gebrechlich, und gab sich so sehr dem Portwein hin, dass es wahrscheinlich war, dass er innerhalb einiger Monate versterben könnte und dann, wie der Kaplan hoffte, der folgende Rektor der Pfarrer Michael Cargrim sein würde. ... Wenn einmal diese Stellung erreicht wäre, könnte er seine Energie darauf richten, sich die Stelle eines Erzdiakons, eines Dekans, ja sogar eines Bischofs zu erschließen, sollten seine Geschicklichkeit und sein Glück ihm nützen, wie er es von ihnen erwartete. Aber in all diesen ehrgeizigen Träumen gab es nichts von Religion, von Gewissen oder von Verzicht. Wenn es je einen eckigen Pflock gab, der versuchte, sich an ein rundes Loch anzupassen, war Michael Cargrim, allegorisch gesprochen, dieses Ding.

Bei aller Liebe zum Vater konnte sich Dr. Pendle nie dazu überwinden, den Sohn zu mögen, und er war fest entschlossen, ihm wenn möglich eine Pfründe zu gewähren, wenn auch nur, um ihn loszuwerden, aber nicht die reiche in Heathcroft, die das begehrenswerte Land nach Cargrims Wunsch war. Dieses wollte der Bischof Gabriel zuteil werden lassen, und Cargrim hatte auf seine hinterhältige Art eine Ahnung von dieser Absicht bekommen. Aus Angst davor, seine ersehnten Beute zu verlieren, wollte er Dr. Pendle zwingen, ihm die Pfründe von Heathcroft anzubieten, und um dieses verführerische Ziel mit Sicherheit zu erreichen, hatte er geplant, den Bischof irgendwie in seine Macht zu bringen. Bisher - so offen und makellos war das Leben von Dr. Pendle - hatte er seine Ziele nicht erreicht, aber nun sah es vielversprechender aus, denn der Bischof schien ein Geheimnis zu haben, das er sogar vor seiner Frau hütete. Was dieses Geheimnis sein könnte, konnte sich Cargrim trotz seines Bemühens nicht vorstellen, wollte es aber auf die eine oder andere Weise herausfinden und nutzen, um seine eigenen egoistischen Ziele zu befördern und zu erreichen. Er hoffte, Dr. Pendle durch dieses verbotene Wissen sicher unter seine Fuchtel zu bekommen, und einmal dort könnte er den Prälaten in dieser unangenehmen Lage lassen, bis er Mr. Cargrims Ehrgeiz befriedigte. Denn als bescheidener Kaplan die Oberhand über einen mächtigen Geistlichen zu haben, war ein herrlicher und einfacher Weg für einen verdienstvollen jungen Mannes, erfolgreich in seiner Berufung zu sein. Einmal zu diesem Schluss gekommen, der mehr seinem Kopf als seinem Herzen gutzuschreiben war, machte Cargrim den Diener ausfindig, der den Bischof gerufen hatte, um den Fremden zu treffen. Eine umfassende Kenntnis der Besuchsumstände war für den genialen kleinen Komplott von Hochwürden Michael nötig.

"Es ist eine traurige Sache mit der Unpässlichkeit Seiner Lordschaft", sagte er in lässigster Weise zu dem Mann, denn es würde nicht angehen, den Diener merken zu lassen, dass er gerade in zweifelhafter Absicht ausgefragt wurde.

"Ja, Sir", antwortete der Mann. "'s ist sehr außergewöhnlich. Mir ist nicht bekannt, dass Seine Lordschaft schon einmal krank war. Ich vermute, dieser Herr brachte schlechte Nachrichten, mein Herr.

"Möglich, John, möglich. War das ein kleiner Herr mit hellen Haaren? Ich bilde mir ein, ihn gesehen zu haben. ...

"Gott, nein, Mr. Cargrim. Er war groß und dürr wie ein Rechen, sah aus wie ein Kavalier vom Militär, Sir, und ich weiß nicht, ob ich ihn auch als niederen Adel bezeichnen würde", fügte John halb zu sich hinzu. Er war nicht das, was er zu sein dachte.

"Ein heruntergekommener Geistlicher, John?"erkundigte sich Cargrim und erinnerte sich an Grahams Beschreibung.

Es gab eine Menge Verfall, aber nichts Geistliches an ihm, Sir. ... Ich meine, ich erkenne einen Pfarrer, wenn ich einen sehe. ... Geistliche haben keine Narben auf ihren Wangen, soweit ich weiß. ...

"Oh, tatsächlich!" sagte Cargrim, innerlich registrierend, dass der Doktor nicht die Wahrheit gesagt hatte. "Also, er hatte eine Narbe?

"Eine rote Narbe, Sir, auf der rechten Wange, von der Schläfe bis zum Mundwinkel. ... Er sah so schwarz wie Ebenholz aus, mit einem militärischen Schnurrbart und zwei schwarzen Augen wie ein Luchs. Seine Klamotten waren schäbig und er sah furchtbar aus. Ich würde sagen auch schlecht gelaunt, Sir, denn als er bei Seiner Lordschaft war, hörte ich seine ziemlich ärgerliche Stimme. Kein Geistlicher nich würde es wagen, so mit unserem Bischof zu sprechen, Mr. Cargim."

"Und Seine Lordschaft war krank geworden, als dieser Besucher ging, John?"

"Sofort, Sir. Als ich in die Bibliothek zurückkam, nachdem ich ihn hinausbegleitet hatte, fand ich seine Lordschaft schrecklich blass. ...

"Und seine Blässe wurde durch das laute Verhalten dieses Mannes verursacht?

"Es kann nicht von etwas anderem verursacht worden sein, Sir."

"Du liebe Zeit! ach, du liebe Zeit! Das ist sehr zu beklagen", seufzte Cargrim, in seiner sanftesten Art. "Und auch ein Geistlicher." ...

" Ich bitte um Entschuldigung, Sir, er war kein Geistlicher", schrie John, der ein alter Diener war und über bestimmte Freiheiten verfügte; " er war mehr ein Stadtstreicher oder Zigeuner. Ich weiß, ich hätte ihn nicht in der Nähe der Tafel lassen sollen.

"Wir dürfen nicht zu streng urteilen, John." ... Vielleicht war dieser arme Mann in Schwierigkeiten.

"Er sah nicht danach aus, Mr. Cargrim. ... Er ging hinein und kam ziemlich großspurig heraus. ... Ich wundere mich, dass seine Lordschaft nicht die Polizei rief.

" Seine Lordschaft ist zu gutherzig, John. Dieser Fremde hatte eine Narbe, sagst du?

" Ja, Sir; eine rote Narbe auf der rechten Wange." "Ach, du meine Güte! kein Zweifel, er war in den Kriegen. Gute Nacht, John. Hoffen wir, dass es Seiner Lordschaft nach einer erholsamen Nacht wieder besser geht." ...

"Gute Nacht, Sir!" Der Kaplan ging mit einem zufriedenen Lächeln auf seinem demütigen Gesicht davon.

"Ich muss den Mann mit der Narbe finden", dachte er,"und dann - wer weiß."
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“He was quite well when I saw him last,” repeated poor Mrs Pendle over and over again.
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“And I never knew him to be ill before.
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What does it all mean?
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Mrs Pendle shook her head in much distress.
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“Dr Graham may be able to explain,” said Gabriel.
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“I don’t want Dr Graham’s explanation,” whimpered Mrs Pendle, tearfully.
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“I dislike of all things to hear from a stranger what should be told to myself.
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“Tut!
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tut!
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my dear lady!” he said briskly, advancing on Mrs Pendle, “what is all this?
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He will be all right to-morrow.
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“This visitor has had nothing to do with papa’s illness, then?
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“No, Miss Lucy.
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The visitor was only a decayed clergyman in search of help.
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“Cannot I see my husband?” was the anxious question of the bishop’s wife.
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Graham shrugged his shoulders, and looked doubtfully at the poor lady.
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“Better not, Mrs Pendle,” he said judiciously.
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“I have given him a soothing draught, and now he is about to lie down.
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There is no occasion for you to worry in the least.
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To-morrow morning you will be laughing over this needless alarm.
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Miss Lucy will see to that.
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“Well!
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well!” said he, good-humouredly, “a wilful woman will have her own way.
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I know you won’t sleep a wink unless your mind is set at rest, so you shall see the bishop.
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Take my arm, please.
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“I don’t mind that, doctor, so long as there is no real cause for alarm.
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“I give you my word of honour, Miss Lucy, that this is a case of much ado about nothing.
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“Now, my dear,” he said, when she was seated, “this will never do.
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“I am so anxious, George!
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“There is no need to be anxious,” retorted the bishop, in reproving tones.
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“I have been doing too much work of late, and unexpectedly I was seized with a faintness.
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Graham’s medicine and a night’s rest will restore me to my usual strength.
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“It’s not your heart, I trust, George?
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“His heart!” jested the doctor.
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“His lordship’s heart is as sound as his digestion.
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“We thought you might have been upset by bad news, papa.
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“I have had no bad news, Lucy.
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I am only a trifle overcome by late hours and fatigue.
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Good-night, and good sleep.
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“Some valerian for your nerves, bishop— “I have taken something for my nerves, Amy.
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Rest is all I need just now.
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Thus reassured, Mrs Pendle submitted to be led from the library by Lucy.
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She was followed by Gabriel, who was now quite easy in his mind about his father.
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“I should be happy to sit up all night with his lordship,” he declared.
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“Sit up with your grandmother!” cried Graham, gruffly.
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“Go to bed, sir, and don’t make mountains out of mole-hills.
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“Good-night, my lord,” said Cargrim, softly.
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“I trust you will find yourself fully restored in the morning.
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“Thank you, Mr Cargrim; good-night!
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You’ll be all right in the morning.
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“I trust so!” replied Pendle, with a groan.
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“Of course, bishop, if you won’t tell me what is the matter with you, I can’t cure you.
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“I am upset, doctor, that is all.
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This visitor brought you bad news, I suppose?
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“No!” said the bishop, wincing, “he did not.
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“Well!
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well!
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keep your own secrets.
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I can do no more, so I’ll say good-night,” and he held out his hand.
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Dr Pendle took it and retained it within his own for a moment.
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“Your allusion to the ring of Polycrates, Graham!
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“What of it?” “I should throw my ring into the sea also.
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That is all.
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“Ha!
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ha!
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You’ll have to travel a considerable distance to reach the sea, bishop.
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Good-night; good-night,” and Graham, smiling in his dry way, took himself out of the room.
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As he glanced back at the door he saw that the bishop was again staring dully at the reading lamp.
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Graham shook his head at the sight, and closed the door.
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My premonition was true—true.
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Æsculapius forgive me that I should be so superstitious.
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The bishop has had a shock.
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What is it?
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what is it?
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That visitor brought bad news!
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Hum!
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Hum!
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Better to throw physic to the dogs in his case.
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Mind diseased: secret trouble: my punishment is greater than I can bear.
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Put this and that together; there is something serious the matter.
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Well!
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well!
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I’m no Paul Pry.
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“Is his lordship better?” said the soft voice of Cargrim at his elbow.
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Graham wheeled round.
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“Much better; good-night,” he replied curtly, and was off in a moment.
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Michael Cargrim, the chaplain, was a dangerous man.
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Hence he was a kind of clerical Ishmael, and as dangerous within as he looked harmless without.
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How such a viper came to warm itself on the bishop’s hearth no one could say.
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For this reason, and not because he felt a call to the work, he entered holy orders.
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So far, so good.
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“Yes, sir,” replied the man.
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“‘Tis mos’ extraordinary.
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I never knowed his lordship took ill before.
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I suppose that gentleman brought bad news, sir.
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“Possibly, John, possibly.
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Was this gentleman a short man with light hair?
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I fancy I saw him.
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“Lor’, no, Mr Cargrim.
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“He wasn’t what he thought he was.
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“A decayed clergyman, John?” inquired Cargrim, remembering Graham’s description.
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“There was lots of decay but no clergy about him, sir.
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I fancy I knows a parson when I sees one.
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Clergymen don’t have scars on their cheekses as I knows of.
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“Oh, indeed!” said Cargrim, mentally noting that the doctor had spoken falsely.
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“So he had a scar?
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“A red scar, sir, on the right cheek, from his temple to the corner of his mouth.
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He was as dark as pitch in looks, with a military moustache, and two black eyes like gimblets.
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His clothes was shabby, and his looks was horrid.
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It ain’t no clergy as ‘ud speak like that to our bishop, Mr Cargrim.
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“And his lordship was taken ill when this visitor departed, John?
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“Right off, sir.
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When I got back to the library after showing him out I found his lordship gas’ly pale.
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“And his paleness was caused by the noisy conduct of this man?
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“Couldn’t have bin caused by anything else, sir.
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“Dear me!
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dear me!
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this is much to be deplored,” sighed Cargrim, in his softest manner.
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“And a clergyman too.
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I wouldn’t have left him near the plate, I know.
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“We must not judge too harshly, John.
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Perhaps this poor man was in trouble.
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“He didn’t look like it, Mr Cargrim.
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He went in and came out quite cocky like.
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I wonder his lordship didn’t send for the police.
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“His lordship is too kind-hearted, John.
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This stranger had a scar, you say?
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“Yes, sir; a red scar on the right cheek.” “Dear me!
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no doubt he has been in the wars.
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Good-night, John.
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Let us hope that his lordship will be better after a night’s rest.
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“Good-night, sir!” The chaplain walked away with a satisfied smile on his meek face.
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“I must find the man with the scar,” he thought, “and then—who knows.”
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For those who are interested in listening to the novel: https://librivox.org/the-bishops-secret-by-fergus-hume/
by francevw 1 week, 4 days ago
„Fellow translators, our mutual goal in collaborative translation is to improve our language skills and to learn from one another. To promote such an environment, please refrain from correcting translations that are already written correctly in English. Where there is an error of either translation, grammar, or punctuation, it is helpful to use the "suggestion" feature to correct it, and when necessary, leave a short comment. In this way the original translator can benefit from the explanation. Replacing words with synonyms or sentences with similar ones is discouraged; this suggests to the translator that his writing is incorrect and can hinder learning. However, at times there may be stylistic changes needed to fit the time period of the piece, to make the story flow better, or to capture an “accent”. In such instances please use the “comments" feature to explain the proposed changes and allow the original translator the opportunity to make the changes himself or herself. Thank you.“
by Siri 2 weeks, 4 days ago
THE BISHOP'S SECRET by FERGUS HUME (1900) https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Bishop%27s_Secret

List of the characters:
1. Miss Daisy Norsham, Belgravian spinster
2. Mrs. Pansey, an archdeacon's widow
3. Mr. George Pendle, Bishop, Dr. Pendle
4. Mrs. Amy Pendle, the bishop's wife, formerly Mrs. Creagth (widow)
5. Mr. George Pendle, bishop's son, officer, in love with Mab Arden
6. Mr. Gabriel Pendle, bishop's son, curate, allegedly chasing Miss Mosk
7. Miss Lucy Pendle, bishop's daughter
8. Sir Harry Brace, engaged to Lucy Pendle
9. Miss Mab Arden, most beautiful girl in Beorminster
10. Miss Whichello, Mab Arden's aunt
11. Mr. Michael Cargrim, bishop's chaplain, also likes Mab Arden
12. Dr. Graham, doctor, atheist, sceptic
13. Mr. William Mosk, the owner of the The Derby Winner pub
14. Mrs Mosk, his wife
15. Miss Bell Mosk, their daughter
16. Mr. Alder, dean, Dr. Alder
17. Miss Tancred, keeps telling the story about her lost purse
18. John, bishop's servant
19. Mr. Jentham, the man with the scar, the bearer of the bad news

Synopsis:
Bishop Pendle is the Church of England bishop in a small fictitious English cathedral town. Several years into his work, he receives a visit from a disreputable-looking visitor. The bishop is much upset. What transpired between them that has so upset the good churchman? And then there is the murder. Fergus Hume was one of the most prolific and most popular of 19th century novelists. "Mr. Hume won a reputation second to none for plot of the stirring, ingenious, misleading, and finally surprising kind, and for working out his plot in vigorous and picturesque English. In "The Bishop's Secret," while there is no falling off in plot and style, there is a welcome and marvelous broadening out as to the cast of characters, representing an unusually wide range of typical men and women. These are not laboriously described by the author, but are made to reveal themselves in action and speech in a way that has, for the reader, all the charm of personal intercourse with living people…."

TABLE OF CONTENTS
PREFACE.
CHAPTER I. 'Enter Mrs Pansey As Chorus'
CHAPTER II. The Bishop Is Wanted
CHAPTER III. The Unforeseen Happens
CHAPTER IV. The Curiosity Of Mr Cargrim
CHAPTER V. The Derby Winner
CHAPTER VI. The Man With The Scar
CHAPTER VII. An Interesting Conversation
CHAPTER VIII. On Saturday Night
CHAPTER IX. An Exciting Adventure
CHAPTER X. Morning Service In The Minster
CHAPTER XI. Miss Whichello's Luncheon-party
CHAPTER XII. Bell Mosk Pays A Visit
CHAPTER XIII. A Stormy Night
CHAPTER XIV. 'Rumour Full Of Tongues'
CHAPTER XV. The Gipsy Ring
CHAPTER XVI. The Zeal Of Inspector Tinkler
CHAPTER XVII. A Clerical Detective
CHAPTER XVIII. The Chaplain On The Warpath
CHAPTER XIX. The Bishop's Request
CHAPTER XX. Mother Jael
CHAPTER XXI. Mrs Pansey's Festival
CHAPTER XXII. Mr Mosk Is Indiscreet
CHAPTER XXIII. In The Library
CHAPTER XXIV. The Bishop Asserts Himself
CHAPTER XXV. Mr Baltic, Missionary
CHAPTER XXVI. The Amazement Of Sir Harry Brace
CHAPTER XXVII. What Mother Jael Knew
CHAPTER XXVIII. The Return Of Gabriel
CHAPTER XXIX. The Confession Of Bishop Pendle
CHAPTER XXX. Blackmail
CHAPTER XXXI. Mr Baltic On The Trail
CHAPTER XXXII. The Initials
CHAPTER XXXIII. Mr Baltic Explains Himself
CHAPTER XXXIV. The Wages Of Sin
CHAPTER XXXV. The Honour Of Gabriel
CHAPTER XXXVI. The Rebellion Of Mrs Pendle
CHAPTER XXXVII. Dea Ex Machinâ
CHAPTER XXXVIII. Exit Mr Cargrim
CHAPTER XXXIX. All's Well That Ends Well
by francevw

by Siri 1 year, 2 months ago

THE CURIOSITY OF MR CARGRIM

Like that famous banquet, when Macbeth entertained unawares the ghost of gracious Duncan, the bishop’s reception broke up in the most admired disorder. It was not Dr Pendle’s wish that the entertainment should be cut short on his account, but the rumour—magnified greatly—of his sudden illness so dispirited his guests that they made haste to depart; and within an hour the palace was emptied of all save its usual inhabitants. Dr Graham in attendance on the bishop was the only stranger who remained, for Lucy sent away even Sir Harry, although he begged hard to stay in the hope of making himself useful. And the most unpleasant part of the whole incident was, that no one seemed to know the reason of Bishop Pendle’s unexpected indisposition.

“He was quite well when I saw him last,” repeated poor Mrs Pendle over and over again. “And I never knew him to be ill before. What does it all mean?

“Perhaps papa’s visitor brought him bad news,” suggested Lucy, who was hovering round her mother with smelling-salts and a fan.

Mrs Pendle shook her head in much distress. “Your father has no secrets from me,” she said decisively, “and, from all I know, it is impossible that any news can have upset him so much.

“Dr Graham may be able to explain,” said Gabriel.

“I don’t want Dr Graham’s explanation,” whimpered Mrs Pendle, tearfully. “I dislike of all things to hear from a stranger what should be told to myself. As your father’s wife, he has no right to shut me out of his confidence—and the library,” finished Mrs Pendle, with an aggrieved afterthought.

Certainly the bishop’s conduct was very strange, and would have upset even a less nervous woman than Mrs Pendle. Neither of her children could comfort her in any way, for, ignorant themselves of what had occurred, they could make no suggestions. Fortunately, at this moment, Dr Graham, with a reassuring smile on his face, made his appearance, and proceeded to set their minds at ease.

“Tut! tut! my dear lady!” he said briskly, advancing on Mrs Pendle, “what is all this?

“The bishop—

“The bishop is suffering from a slight indisposition brought on by too much exertion in entertaining. He will be all right to-morrow.

“This visitor has had nothing to do with papa’s illness, then?

“No, Miss Lucy. The visitor was only a decayed clergyman in search of help.

“Cannot I see my husband?” was the anxious question of the bishop’s wife.

Graham shrugged his shoulders, and looked doubtfully at the poor lady. “Better not, Mrs Pendle,” he said judiciously. “I have given him a soothing draught, and now he is about to lie down. There is no occasion for you to worry in the least. To-morrow morning you will be laughing over this needless alarm. I suggest that you should go to bed and take a stiff dose of valerian to sooth those shaky nerves of yours. Miss Lucy will see to that.

“I should like to see the bishop,” persisted Mrs Pendle, whose instinct told her that the doctor was deceiving her.

“Well! well!” said he, good-humouredly, “a wilful woman will have her own way. I know you won’t sleep a wink unless your mind is set at rest, so you shall see the bishop. Take my arm, please.

“I can walk by myself, thank you!” replied Mrs Pendle, testily; and nerved to unusual exertion by anxiety, she walked towards the library, followed by the bishop’s family and his chaplain, which latter watched this scene with close attention.

“She’ll collapse after this,” said Dr Graham, in an undertone to Lucy; “you’ll have a wakeful night, I fear.

“I don’t mind that, doctor, so long as there is no real cause for alarm.

“I give you my word of honour, Miss Lucy, that this is a case of much ado about nothing.

“Let us hope that such is the case,” said Cargrim, the Jesuit, in his softest tones, whereupon Graham looked at him with a pronounced expression of dislike.

“As a man, I don’t tell lies; as a doctor, I never make false reports,” said he, coldly; “there is no need for your pious hopes, Mr Cargrim.

The bishop was seated at his desk scribbling idly on his blotting-pad, and rose to his feet with a look of alarm when his wife and family entered. His usually ruddy colour had disappeared, and he was white-faced and haggard in appearance; looking like a man who had received a severe shock, and who had not yet recovered from it. On seeing his wife, he smiled reassuringly, but with an obvious effort, and hastened to conduct her to the chair he had vacated.

“Now, my dear,” he said, when she was seated, “this will never do.

“I am so anxious, George!

“There is no need to be anxious,” retorted the bishop, in reproving tones. “I have been doing too much work of late, and unexpectedly I was seized with a faintness. Graham’s medicine and a night’s rest will restore me to my usual strength.

“It’s not your heart, I trust, George?

“His heart!” jested the doctor. “His lordship’s heart is as sound as his digestion.

“We thought you might have been upset by bad news, papa.

“I have had no bad news, Lucy. I am only a trifle overcome by late hours and fatigue. Take your mother to bed; and you, my dear,” added the bishop, kissing his wife, “don’t worry yourself unnecessarily. Good-night, and good sleep.

“Some valerian for your nerves, bishop—

“I have taken something for my nerves, Amy. Rest is all I need just now.

Thus reassured, Mrs Pendle submitted to be led from the library by Lucy. She was followed by Gabriel, who was now quite easy in his mind about his father. Cargrim and Graham remained, but the bishop, taking no notice of their presence, looked at the door through which his wife and children had vanished, and uttered a sound something between a sigh and a groan.

Dr Graham looked anxiously at him, and the look was intercepted by Cargrim, who at once made up his mind that there was something seriously wrong, which both Graham and the bishop desired to conceal. The doctor noted the curious expression in the chaplain’s eyes, and with bluff good-humour—which was assumed, as he disliked the man—proceeded to turn him out of the library. Cargrim—bent on discovering the truth—protested, in his usual cat-like way, against this sudden dismissal.

“I should be happy to sit up all night with his lordship,” he declared.

“Sit up with your grandmother!” cried Graham, gruffly. “Go to bed, sir, and don’t make mountains out of mole-hills.

“Good-night, my lord,” said Cargrim, softly. “I trust you will find yourself fully restored in the morning.

“Thank you, Mr Cargrim; good-night!

When the chaplain sidled out of the room, Dr Graham rubbed his hands and turned briskly towards his patient, who was standing as still as any stone, staring in a hypnotised sort of way at the reading lamp on the desk.

“Come, my lord,” said he, touching the bishop on the shoulder, “you must take your composing draught and get to bed. You’ll be all right in the morning.

“I trust so!” replied Pendle, with a groan.

“Of course, bishop, if you won’t tell me what is the matter with you, I can’t cure you.

“I am upset, doctor, that is all.

“You have had a severe nervous shock,” said Graham, sharply, “and it will take some time for you to recover from it. This visitor brought you bad news, I suppose?

“No!” said the bishop, wincing, “he did not.

“Well! well! keep your own secrets. I can do no more, so I’ll say good-night,” and he held out his hand.

Dr Pendle took it and retained it within his own for a moment. “Your allusion to the ring of Polycrates, Graham!

“What of it?”

“I should throw my ring into the sea also. That is all.

“Ha! ha! You’ll have to travel a considerable distance to reach the sea, bishop. Good-night; good-night,” and Graham, smiling in his dry way, took himself out of the room. As he glanced back at the door he saw that the bishop was again staring dully at the reading lamp. Graham shook his head at the sight, and closed the door.

“It is mind, not matter,” he thought, as he put on hat and coat in the hall; “the cupboard’s open and the skeleton is out. My premonition was true—true. Æsculapius forgive me that I should be so superstitious. The bishop has had a shock. What is it? what is it? That visitor brought bad news! Hum! Hum! Better to throw physic to the dogs in his case. Mind diseased: secret trouble: my punishment is greater than I can bear. Put this and that together; there is something serious the matter. Well! well! I’m no Paul Pry.

“Is his lordship better?” said the soft voice of Cargrim at his elbow.

Graham wheeled round. “Much better; good-night,” he replied curtly, and was off in a moment.

Michael Cargrim, the chaplain, was a dangerous man. He was thin and pale, with light blue eyes and sleek fair hair; and as weak physically as he was strong mentally. In his neat clerical garb, with a slight stoop and meek smile, he looked a harmless, commonplace young curate of the tabby cat kind. No one could be more tactful and ingratiating than Mr Cargrim, and he was greatly admired by the old ladies and young girls of Beorminster; but the men, one and all—even his clerical brethren—disliked and distrusted him, although there was no apparent reason for their doing so. Perhaps his too deferential manners and pronounced effeminacy, which made him shun manly sports, had something to do with his masculine unpopularity; but, from the bishop downward, he was certainly no favourite, and in every male breast he constantly inspired a desire to kick him. The clergy of the diocese maintained towards him a kind of “Dr Fell” attitude, and none of them had more to do with him than they could help. With all the will in the world, with all the desire to interpret brotherly love in its most liberal sense, the Beorminster Levites found it impossible to like Mr Cargrim. Hence he was a kind of clerical Ishmael, and as dangerous within as he looked harmless without.

How such a viper came to warm itself on the bishop’s hearth no one could say. Mrs Pansey herself did not know in what particular way Mr Cargrim had wriggled himself—so she expressed it—into his present snug position. But, to speak frankly, there was no wriggling in the matter, and had the bishop felt himself called upon to explain his business to anyone, he could have given a very reasonable account of the election of Cargrim to the post of chaplain. The young man was the son of an old schoolfellow, to whom Pendle had been much attached, and from whom, in the earlier part of his career, he had received many kindnesses. This schoolfellow—he was a banker—had become a bankrupt, a beggar, finally a suicide, through no fault of his own, and when dying, had commended his wife and son to the bishop’s care. Cargrim was then fifteen years of age, and being clever and calculating, even as a youth, had determined to utilise the bishop’s affection for his father to its fullest extent. He was clever, as has been stated; he was also ambitious and unscrupulous; therefore he resolved to enter the profession in which Dr Pendle’s influence would be of most value. For this reason, and not because he felt a call to the work, he entered holy orders. The result of his wisdom was soon apparent, for after a short career as a curate in London, he was appointed chaplain to the Bishop of Beorminster.

So far, so good. The position, for a young man of twenty-eight, was by no means a bad one; the more so as it gave him a capital opportunity of gaining a better one by watching for the vacancy of a rich preferment and getting it from his patron by asking directly and immediately for it. Cargrim had in his eye the rectorship of a wealthy, easy-going parish, not far from Beorminster, which was in the gift of the bishop. The present holder was aged and infirm, and given so much to indulgence in port wine, that the chances were he might expire within a few months, and then, as the chaplain hoped, the next rector would be the Reverend Michael Cargrim. Once that firm position was obtained, he could bend his energies to developing into an archdeacon, a dean, even into a bishop, should his craft and fortune serve him as he intended they should. But in all these ambitious dreams there was nothing of religion, or of conscience, or of self-denial. If ever there was a square peg which tried to adapt itself to a round hole, Michael Cargrim, allegorically speaking, was that article.

With all his love for the father, Dr Pendle could never bring himself to like the son, and determined in his own mind to confer a benefice on him when possible, if only to get rid of him; but not the rich one of Heathcroft, which was the delectable land of Cargrim’s desire. The bishop intended to bestow that on Gabriel; and Cargrim, in his sneaky way, had gained some inkling of this intention. Afraid of losing his wished-for prize, he was bent upon forcing Dr Pendle into presenting him with the living of Heathcroft; and to accomplish this amiable purpose with the more certainty he had conceived the plan of somehow getting the bishop into his power. Hitherto—so open and stainless was Dr Pendle’s life—he had not succeeded in his aims; but now matters looked more promising, for the bishop appeared to possess a secret which he guarded even from the knowledge of his wife. What this secret might be, Cargrim could not guess, in spite of his anxiety to do so, but he intended in one way or another to discover it and utilise it for the furtherance and attainment of his own selfish ends. By gaining such forbidden knowledge he hoped to get Dr Pendle well under his thumb; and once there the prelate could be kept in that uncomfortable position until he gratified Mr Cargrim’s ambition. For a humble chaplain to have the whip-hand of a powerful ecclesiastic was a glorious and easy way for a meritorious young man to succeed in his profession. Having come to this conclusion, which did more credit to his head than to his heart, Cargrim sought out the servant who had summoned the bishop to see the stranger. A full acquaintance with the circumstances of the visit was necessary to the development of the Reverend Michael’s ingenious little plot.

“This is a sad thing about his lordship’s indisposition,” said he to the man in the most casual way, for it would not do to let the servant know that he was being questioned for a doubtful purpose.

“Yes, sir,” replied the man. “‘Tis mos’ extraordinary. I never knowed his lordship took ill before. I suppose that gentleman brought bad news, sir.

“Possibly, John, possibly. Was this gentleman a short man with light hair? I fancy I saw him.

“Lor’, no, Mr Cargrim. He was tall and lean as a rake; looked like a military gentleman, sir; and I don’t know as I’d call him gentry either,” added John, half to himself. “He wasn’t what he thought he was.

“A decayed clergyman, John?” inquired Cargrim, remembering Graham’s description.

“There was lots of decay but no clergy about him, sir. I fancy I knows a parson when I sees one. Clergymen don’t have scars on their cheekses as I knows of.

“Oh, indeed!” said Cargrim, mentally noting that the doctor had spoken falsely. “So he had a scar?

“A red scar, sir, on the right cheek, from his temple to the corner of his mouth. He was as dark as pitch in looks, with a military moustache, and two black eyes like gimblets. His clothes was shabby, and his looks was horrid. Bad-tempered too, sir, I should say, for when he was with his lordship I ‘eard his voice quite angry like. It ain’t no clergy as ‘ud speak like that to our bishop, Mr Cargrim.

“And his lordship was taken ill when this visitor departed, John?

“Right off, sir. When I got back to the library after showing him out I found his lordship gas’ly pale.

“And his paleness was caused by the noisy conduct of this man?

“Couldn’t have bin caused by anything else, sir.

“Dear me! dear me! this is much to be deplored,” sighed Cargrim, in his softest manner. “And a clergyman too.

“Beggin’ your pardon, sir, he weren’t no clergyman,” cried John, who was an old servant and took liberties; “he was more like a tramp or a gipsy. I wouldn’t have left him near the plate, I know.

“We must not judge too harshly, John. Perhaps this poor man was in trouble.

“He didn’t look like it, Mr Cargrim. He went in and came out quite cocky like. I wonder his lordship didn’t send for the police.

“His lordship is too kind-hearted, John. This stranger had a scar, you say?

“Yes, sir; a red scar on the right cheek.”

“Dear me! no doubt he has been in the wars. Good-night, John. Let us hope that his lordship will be better after a night’s rest.

“Good-night, sir!”

The chaplain walked away with a satisfied smile on his meek face.

“I must find the man with the scar,” he thought, “and then—who knows.”