en-de  THE BISHOP'S SECRET by FERGUS HUME - Chapter 37 Hard
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Kapitel 37 - DEA EX MACHINA Wie man vermuten kann, war Captain Pendle, da nun der Weg der wahren Liebe glatter verlief, ein eifriger Besucher des Hauses von Jenny Wren. Er und Mab waren alles in allem füreinander da, und im Egoismus ihrer Liebe machten sie sich keine Sorgen um die Taten ihrer Nachbarn. Es ist richtig, dass George erleichtert und erfreut war, von Mosks Verhaftung und dem Geständnis zu hören, weil Gabriel dadurch von jedem Verdacht freigesprochen wurde, ein abscheuliches Verbrechen begangen zu haben; aber als er in diesem Punkt rückversichert war, hörte er auf, sich für diese Sache zu interessieren. Er wusste nicht, dass sein Bruder Bell Moskus liebte, da weder Baltic noch der Bischof ihn bisher darüber aufgeklärt hatten, sonst wäre er dem bevorstehenden Prozess gegen den armseligen Straftäter vielleicht gar nicht so desinteressiert gewesen. As it was, the hot excitement prevalent in Beorminster left him cold, and both he and Mab might have been dwellers in the moon for all the interest they displayed in the topic of the day. They lived, according to the selfish custom of lovers, in an Arcadia of their own creation, and were oblivious to the doings beyond its borders. Which disregard was natural enough in their then state of mind.
However, George, being in the world and of the world, occasionally brought to Mab such scraps of news as he thought might interest her. He told her of his mother's return, of her renewed health, of her pleasure in hearing that the engagement had been sanctioned by the bishop, and delivered a message to the effect that she wished to see and embrace her future daughter-in-law—all of which information gave Mab wondrous pleasure and Miss Whichello a considerable amount of satisfaction, since she saw that there would be no further question of her niece's unsuitability for George.
'Sie verdienen einige Belohnung für Ihre gute Nachrichten,' hat Mab gesagt, und hat eine seidene Strickkrawatte kriegerischen Rots vorgelegt, 'also hier ist es!'
'Liebste,' hat Hauptmann Pendle geschrien und den Schal geküsst, 'ich werde es an meinem Herzen tragen;' dann, weil er gedacht hat, dass der Kuss fur billige Seide verschwendet wurden, hat er es der Wange seines Feinsliebchens übertragen.
'Nonsens!' sagte Fräulein Whichello mit breitem Lächeln, "tragen Sie es um den Hals wie ein vernünftiger Liebhaber.
'Sind Liebhaber jemals vernünftig?' erkundigte sich der Hauptmann mit einem Zwinkern.
'Ich kenne einen, der es nicht ist,' rief Mab scherzhaft. 'Nicht, mein Herr,' entfernte sie einen gierigen Arm, 'Sie werden Tantchen schockieren.'
'Tantchen ist für solche Schocks schon abgehärtet,' lächelte Fräulein Whichello.
'Tantchen ist in letzter Zeit so melancholisch wie eine Eule gewesen,' erwiderte Mab und streichelte die alte Dame; 'seit der Verhaftung jenes Mannes Mosk ist sie ziemlich elend gewesen.'
'Sprechen Sie nicht über ihn, Mab.'
'Hallo!' sagte George mit plötzlicher Erinnerung, 'Ich wusste, das Ihnen da noch etwas anderes zu erzählen war.' Mosk ist tot.
Fräulein Whichello entfuhr ein schwacher Schrei und sie umklammerte fest die Hand ihrer Nichte. 'Tot!' keuchte sie bleichwangig und kaum hörbar. 'Mosk tot!'
"Er hat sich gestern Abend mit seinen Hosenträgern an einem Türnagel erhängt", ergänzte Georg und bewunderte sein Geschenk, "so hat der Galgen ein Opfer verloren und die Gesellschaft von Beorminster einen Sensationsprozess -.
"George!" rief Mab alarmiert, "rede nicht so; du machst Tantchen schwach."
Und tatsächlich sah die kleine Dame aus, als wäre sie kurz davor, in Ohnmacht zu fallen. Ihr Gesicht war weiß, ihre Haut war kalt und sie hatte mit zurückgelegtem Kopf ihre Augen geschlossen. Die Nachricht von Captain Pendle hatte ein so unerwartetes Ergebnis bewirkt, dass er und Mab sich überrascht anblickten.
"Du solltest dieses Gräuel nicht erzählen, George."
"Mein Liebling, wie konnte ich wissen, dass deine Tante sich für den Mann interessierte?"
"Ich interessiere mich nicht für ihn", protestierte Miss Whichello schwach; "aber er ermordete Jentham, und nun ermordete er sich selbst; es ist schrecklich."
"Schrecklich, aber notwendig", stimmte George heiter zu, "ein Mann, der einen anderen getötet hat, kann nicht erwarten, ungeschoren davon zu kommen. Mosk hat nur für sich selbst getan, was das Gesetz für ihn getan hätte. Für Baltic tut es mir allerdings leid."
"Der Missionar! Warum, George?"
"Weil dieser Selbstmord für ihn so eine Enttäuuschung sein wird. Er hat versucht, den armen Teufel - Verzeihung - armen Kerl zur Reue zu bringen; aber es scheint, dass er nicht erfolgreich war."
"Hat er nicht bei Mr. Baltic gebeichtet?" fragte Miss Whichello ängstlich.
"Ich glaube schon; insofern hat er bereut."
"Wissen Sie, was er ihm sagte?"
"Dass er Jentham umgebracht und sein Geld gestohlen hat."
"Sagte er, ob er irgendwelche Papiere an Jenthams Körper gefunden hatte?"
"Nicht, dass ich wüsste", erwiderte George mit großen Augen. "Na sowas! Hatte Jentham irgendwelche besondere Papiere in seinem Besitz?"
"Oh, ich weiß nicht; Ich kann es wirklich nicht sagen", antwortete Miss Whichello verwirrt und erhob sich wackelig auf ihre Füße. "Mab, mein Schatz, entschuldige mich, mir geht es nicht gut; ich gehe in mein Schlafzimmer."
"Lass mich mitkommen, Tantchen."
"Nein! Nein! Miss Whichello winkte ihrer Nichte ab. "Ich möchte allein sein", und sie verließ unvermittelt das Zimmer, ohne die jungen Leute eines Blickes zu würdigen. Sie konnten dieses befremdliche Benehmen nicht verstehen. Mab, typisch Frau, drehte sich zu Captain Pendle.
"Es ist alles deine Schuld, George, von Morden und Selbstmorden zu sprechen."
"Es tut mir schrecklich leid", sagte der Captain reuig, "aber ich dachte, du würdest die Neuigkeit gerne hören wollen."
"Keine polizeilichen Nachrichten, danke", sagte Mab mit Würde.
'Warum nicht? Etwas, worüber man sich unterhalten kann, weißt du."
"Du hast mich zur Unterhaltung, Captain Pendle."
"Oh!" George sprang vor. "Lass uns dieses Thema sofort diskutieren. Du verdienst irgendeine Strafe dafür, dass du mich unpersönlich angesprochen hast. Da, Gottlose!"
"George", sehr schwach, "ich - ich erlaube es nicht! Du - du solltest um Erlaubnis fragen."
"Zeitverschwendung", sagte der pragmatische George und glitt mit seinem Arm um ihre Taille.
"Oh, tatsächlich! " - entrüstet -"also, ich - " Hier strafte Captain Pendle sie ein weiteres Mal, wonach Mab sagte, dass er wie alle Männer sei, dass er sich schämen sollte, usw., usw., usw. Dann runzelte sie die Stirn, dann lächelte sie und schließlich wurde ein sanftmütiger und geduldiger Grissel zur echten Freude des überlegenen Verstandes. Daher vergaß das Paar Mosk und seinen kläglichen Tod, vergaß Miss Whichello und ihr merkwürdiges Benehmen und zog sich aus der Welt zurück in ihr Arcadien - Paradies - Elysium, wo es das Beste ist, dass alle sensiblen Leute dieses Paar törichter Liebender verlassen.
Miss Whichello hatte andere Dinge zu denken als an dieses Geturtel. Sie ging in ihr Schlafzimmer und legte sich schätzungsweise zehn Minuten hin; dann stand sie wieder auf und begann rastlos hin und her zu schreiten. Ihre Gedanken waren mit Mosk beschäftigt mit seinem Opfer, mit Baltic; sie fragte sich, ob Jentham im Besitz von bestimmter Papiere gewesen war, ob diese von Mosk entwendet worden waren, ob sie jetzt in der Tasche von Baltic waren. Diese letzte Idee ließ ihr Blut erkalten und ihr Herz trommelte einen lauten Trommelwirbel. Sie bedeckte ihr Gesicht mit ihren Händen; sie setzte sich hin, sie stand auf, und in einem nervösen Fieber der Unruhe lehnte sie sich an die Wand. Dann, nach der Art der Überarbeitung, begann sie mit lauter Stimme zu sprechen.
'Ich muss es jemandem sagen; ich muss Rat haben,' murmelte sie und ballte ihre Hande. Es hat keinen Zweck, Baltic aufzusuchen; er ist ein Fremder; er könnte sich weigern, mir zu helfen. Dr. Graham? Nein! er ist zu zynisch. Der Bischof?' Sie pausierte und schlug ihre Hande leicht zusammen. 'Der Bischof! Ich werde ihn besuchen und ihm alles erzählen. Um seines Sohnes willen wird er meinem armen Liebling helfen.
Nachdem sie sich zu diesem Verlauf entschlossen hatte, zog Miss Whichello ihren altmodischen, seidenen Umgang und ihren Biedermeierhut an. Dann fischte sie ein Bündel vergilbter Papiere aus einer Blechdose und ließ sie in ihre geräumige Tasche gleiten. Während sie sich auf die Lippen biss und ihre Wangen rieb, um die Farbe zurückzubringen, glitt sie nach unten, stahl sich an der Salontür wie eine schuldige Kreatur vorbei und war in einer weiteren Minute auf dem Platz. Hier nahm sie eine vorbeifahrende Kutsche und wies den Mann an, sie so schnell wie möglich zum Palast zu fahren.
"Ich vertraue darauf, dass ich zum Besten handle", murmelte die kleine, alte Dame mit einem Seufzer. "Ich glaube, ich tu es; denn wenn Bischof Pendle mir nicht helfen kann, kann es keiner. Nach 30 Jahren, oh Gott! Mein armer, armer Schatz!"
In the Greek drama, when the affairs of the dramatis personæ became so entangled by circumstance, or fate, or sheer folly as to be beyond their capability of reducing them to order, those involved in such disorder were accustomed to summon a deity to accomplish what was impossible for mortals to achieve. Then stepped the god out of a machine to redress the wrong and reward the right, to separate the sheep from the goats and to deliver a moral speech to the audience, commanding them to note how impossible it was for man to dispense with the guidance and judgment and powerful aid of the Olympian Hierarchy. Miss Whichello's mission was something similar; and although both she and Bishop Pendle were ignorant that she represented the 'goddess out of a machine' who was to settle all things in a way conducive to the happiness of all persons, yet such was the case. Impelled by Fate, she sought out the very man to whom her mission was most acceptable; and seated face to face with Bishop Pendle in that library which had been the scene of so many famous interviews, she unconsciously gave him a piece of information which put an end to all his troubles. She had certainly arrived at the eleventh hour, and might just as well have presented herself earlier; but Destiny, the playwright of the Universe, always decrees that her dramas should play their appointed time and never permits her arbitrator to appear until immediately before the fall of the green curtain. So far as the Beorminster drama was concerned, the crucial moment was at hand, the actor—or rather actress—who was to remedy all things was on the scene, and shortly the curtain would fall on a situation of the rough made smooth. Then red fire, marriage bells, triumphant virtue and cowering guilt, with a rhyming tag, delivered by the prettiest actress, of 'All's well that ends well!
'Ich komme Sie vertraulich zu beraten,' sagte Miss Whichello, wann sie und der Bischof allein in der Bibliothek waren. "Ich möchte Sie um Rat fragen.
'Mein Rat und meine Freundschaft sind beide für Sie da, meine liebe Frau,' antwortete der höfliche Bischof.
'Es geht um Mabs Eltern,' platzte die kleine alte Dame heraus.
'Ach!' Der Bischof schien ernsthaft. "Sie sind dabei, mir die Wahrheit üb7er die Gerüchte zu erzählen, die in Beorminster vorherrschten, als Sie Miss Arden in Ihr Haus brachten?"
"Ja. Ich wage zu behaupten, dass Mrs. Pansey alle möglichen bösen Dinge über mich gesagt hat, Bischof?"
"Nun, nein! - Dr. Pendle wand sich unbehaglich - " sie sprach eher von Ihrer Schwester als von Ihnen. Ich möchte den Skandal nicht wiederholen, Miss Whichello, also lassen Sie uns nicht weiter darüber reden. Ihre Nichte soll meinen Sohn heiraten, seien Sie versichert. Es ist töricht, die Vergangenheit aufzuarbeiten", fügte der Bischof mit einem Seufzer hinzu.
" Ich muss die Vergangenheit aufarbeiten; ich muss Ihnen die Wahrheit erzählen", sagte Miss Whichello im festen Tonfall, "wenn auch nur, um Mrs. Panseys böse Zunge zu stoppen. Was hat sie gesagt, Bischof?"
"Wirklich, wirklich, meine liebe Dame, ich-"
"Bischof, erzählen Sie mir, was sie über meine Schwester sagte. Ich will es wissen."
Widerwillig sagte auf diese direkte Bitte hin der Bischof seine Meinung. "Sie sagte, dass Ihre Schwester in London mit einem Mann durchgebrannt war, der sich später weigerte, sie zu heiraten, dass sie ein Kind hatte, und dass derartiges Kind Ihre Nichte ist, Miss Arden, die Sie nach dem Tod Ihrer unglücklichen Schwester nach Beorminster brachten."
"Tatsächlich eine feine Mischung von Wahrheit und Erfindung", sagte die alte Dame mit stolzer Stimme. "Ich bin Mrs. Pansey für die Art, in der sie Fakten verfälscht hat, sehr zu Dank verpflichtet."
"Ich fürchte tatsächlich, dass Mrs. Pansey übertreibt", sagte Dr. Pendle und schüttelte seinen Kopf.
"Mit allem gebührenden Respekt, Bischof, sie ist eine niederträchtige alte Sapphira!", rief Miss Whichello und brachte umgehend ein Bündel Papiere aus ihrer Tasche hervor. "Meine beklagenswerte Schwester Annie war davon gelaufen, aber sie war mit ihrem Liebhaber von dem Tag an verheiratet, an dem sie unser Haus in London verließ und mein Liebling Mab ist genauso legitim wie Ihr Sohn George, Dr. Pendle."
Der Bischof zuckte bei dieser unglücklichen Abbildung zusammen. "Haben Sie einen Beweis für diese Heirat, Miss Whichello?" fragte er, mit einem Blick auf die Papiere.
" Natürlich habe ich es", antwortete sie und schnürte mit zitternden Fingern das rote Band auf. "Hier ist die Heiratsbescheinigung, die mir meine arme Anne auf ihrem Sterbebett gab. Ich hätte es allen Leuten von Beorminster gezeigt, wenn ich von Mrs. Panseys falschen Berichten gewusst hätte. Sehen Sie es an, Bischof." Sie schob es in seine Hand. "Ann Whichello, Junggesellin; Pharaoh Bosvile, Junggeselle. Sie wurden in der St. Chads Church, Hampshire verheiratet, im Monat Dezember 1869. Hier ist Mabs Geburtsurkunde; sie wurde in derselben Kirche getauft, und 1870 geboren, das Jahr des deutsch-französischen Kriegs, also da nun siebenundneunzig ist, ist sie nun siebenundzwanzig Jahre alt, nur zwei Jahre älter als Ihr Sohn, Captain Pendle."
Mit großem Interesse prüfte der Bischof die Geburts- und Heiratsbescheinigung, die Miss Whichello vor ihm hingelegt hatte. They were both legally perfect, and he saw plainly that however badly Bosvile might have behaved afterwards to Ann Bosvile she was undoubtedly his wife.
'Not that he would have married her if he could have helped it,' went on Miss Whichello, while the bishop looked at the documents, 'but Annie had a little money—not much—which she was to receive on her wedding day, so the wretch married her and wrote to my dear father for the money, which, of course, under grandfather's will, had to be paid. Father never would see Annie again, but when the poor darling wrote to me a year afterwards that she was dying with a little child by her side, what could I do but go and comfort her? Ah, armer Annieschatz!" sobbed the little old lady, 'she was sadly changed from the bright, beautiful girl I remembered. Ihr Ehemann erwies sich als brutaler Kerl und Raufbold und Verschwender. Er verschwendete ihr gesamtes Vermögen und verließ sie nach sechs Monaten Ehe.- die Arme! Mit Handarbeit versuchte Annie für sich zu sorgen, aber sie hatte sich in ihrem hungernden Zustand erkältet und brach zusammen. Dann wurde Mab geboren, und sie schrieb mir. Ich ging sofort, Bischof, aber ich kam gerade rechtzeitig, um diese Papiere zu erhalten und meiner lieben Annie die Augen zu schließen. Danach brachte ich Mab mit mir zurück nach Beorminster, aber behielt sie einige Zeit in London wegen meines Vaters. Als ich sie hierhin brachte und ihm die Heiratsurkunde zeigte, mochte er den kleinen Liebling sehr. So all these years Mab has lived with me quite like my own sweet child, and your son is a lucky man to win her love,' added the old maid, rather incoherently. 'It is not everyone that I would give my dear Annie's child to, I can tell you, bishop. So that's the whole story, and a sadly common one it is.
'It does you great credit, Miss Whichello,' said Dr Pendle, patting her hand; 'and I have the highest respect both for you and your niece. Ich bin stolz, meine liebe Dame, dass sie meine Tochter werden soll. Aber erzählen Sie mir, wie Ihre bedauernswerte Schwester mit diesem Mann Bekanntschaft machte?"
"Er war ein Geiger", erwiderte Miss Whichello, "ein öffentlicher Geiger, und er spielte höchst wundervoll. Annie hörte ihn und sah ihn und verlor ihr Herz an sein Aussehen und seine Begabung. Er nannte sich Amaru, aber sein wirklicher Name war Pharaoh Bosvile."
"Ein außergewöhnlicher Name, Miss Whichello."
"Es ist ein Zigeunername, Bischof. Bosvile war ein Zigeuner. Er lernte das Violinenspiel in Ungarn oder Spanien, ich weiß nicht, in welchem, und spielte wundervoll. Später hatte er einen Unfall, der seine Hand verletzte und er konnte nicht mehr spielen; das war der Grund, warum er Annie heiratete - nur wegen ihres Geldes, der Schuft!"
"Ein Zigeuner", murmelte der Bischof, der bleich geworden war.
"Ja; ein englischer Zigeuner, aber wie all diese Leute wanderte er hierhin und dorthin. Der Unfall, der seine Hand verletzte, hinterließ auch auf seiner Wange eine Narbe."
"Auf der rechten Wange?", keuchte Dr. Pendle und lehnte sich nach vorne.
"Aber klar doch", sagte Miss Whichello, ziemlich erstaunt über die Gefühlsregung des Bischofs, "daran habe ich ihn hier erkannt, als er sich Jentham nannte. Er-.
Mit einem Schrei sprang der Bischof in unkontrollierbarer Unruhe auf, zitternd und weiß. "W-war Jentham-Bos-Bosvile?" stammelte er. "Sind Sie sicher?
"Ich bin sicher", antwortete Miss Whichello mit einem erschrockenem Blick. "Ich habe ihn dutzende Male gesehen. Bischof!" Ihr Stimme wuchs zu einem Schrei an, da Dr. Pendle nach vorne auf seinen Schreibtisch gefallen war.
"Oh, mein Gott!" rief der Bischof. "Oh, barmherzigster Gott!
Die kleine, alte Dame zitterte heftig. Sie dachte, dass der Bischof plötzlich den Verstand verloren hätte. Sie war auch nicht beruhigt, als er aufstand und sie mit einem tränenüberströmten Gesicht ansah. Miss Whichello hatte niemals zuvor einen Mann weinend gesehen und der Anblick entsetzte sie viel mehr, als es ein Ausbruch von Ärger getan hätte. Sie sah den Bischof an, er sah sie an und sie waren beide aschfahl, beide überwältigt von nervöser Gefühlsbewegung.
Nach einem Moment öffnete der Bischof eine Schublade und nahm ein Bündel Papiere heraus. Er wählte die Heiratsurkunde seiner Frau und Krant daraus aus und verglich sie mit der Urkunde von Pharaoh Bosvile und Ann Whichello.
"Gottseidank!" sagte er wieder, mit zitternder Stimme. "Dieser Mann heiratete Ihre Schwester als Bosvile 1869, als Krant heiratete er Mrs.Pendle 1870."
"Heiratete Mrs. Pendle!" kreischte Miss Whichello und schnellte vor.
"Ja. Sie war eine Mrs. Krant, als ich sie heiratete und als ihr Mann als tot gemeldet wurde, glaubte ich, dass sie seine Witwe sei.
"Aber sie war nicht seine Witwe!"
"Nein, weil Krant Jentham war und Jentham lebte nach meiner Heirat."
'I don't mean that,' cried Miss Whichello, laying a finger on her sister's certificate, 'but Jentham as Bosvile married Annie in 1869.
"Er heiratete meine Frau im Oktober 1870", sagte der Bischof atemlos.
"Dann war seine zweite Heirat eine falsche", sagte Miss Whichello, "weil meine Schwester in dem Jahr, in dem Monat noch lebte. Mrs. Pendle war niemals seine Frau."
"Nein, Gott sei Dank!", sagte der Bischof und verschränkte seine Hände, "sie ist am Ende doch meine eigene, richtige Frau."
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Which disregard was natural enough in their then state of mind.
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'Nonsense!'
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said Miss Whichello, smiling broadly; 'wear it round your neck like a sensible lover.
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'Are lovers ever sensible?'
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inquired the captain, with a twinkle.
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'I know one who isn't,' cried Mab, playfully.
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'No, sir,' removing an eager arm, 'you will shock aunty.
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'Aunty has become hardened to such shocks,' smiled Miss Whichello.
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'Don't speak of him, Mab.
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'Halloo!
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said George, with sudden recollection, 'I knew there was something else to tell you.
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Mosk is dead.
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Miss Whichello gave a faint shriek, and tightly clasped the hand of her niece.
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'Dead!'
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she gasped, pale-cheeked and low-toned.
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'Mosk dead!
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'George!'
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cried Mab, in alarm, 'don't talk so; you will make aunty faint.
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And indeed the little old lady looked as though she were on the point of swooning.
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'You shouldn't tell these horrors, George.
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'My love, how was I to know your aunt took an interest in the man?
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Mosk has only done for himself what the law would have done for him.
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I'm sorry for Baltic, however.
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'The missionary!
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Why, George?
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'Because this suicide will be such a disappointment to him.
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'Did he not confess to Mr Baltic?'
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asked Miss Whichello, anxiously.
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'I believe so; he repented that far.
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'Do you know what he told him?
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'That he had killed Jentham, and had stolen his money.
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'Did he say if he had found any papers on Jentham's body?
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'Not that I know of,' replied George, staring.
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'Why!
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had Jentham any particular papers in his possession?
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'Mab, my dear, you will excuse me, I am not very well; I shall go to my bedroom.
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'Let me come too, aunty.
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'No!
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no!'
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Miss Whichello waved her niece back.
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'I wish to be alone,' and she left the room abruptly, without a look at either of the young people.
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They could not understand this strange behaviour.
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Mab, woman-like, turned on Captain Pendle.
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'It is all your fault, George, talking of murders and suicides.
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'I'm awf'ly sorry,' said the captain, penitently, 'but I thought you would like to hear the news.
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'Not the police news, thank you,' said Mab, with dignity.
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'Why not?
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Something to talk about, you know.
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'You have me to talk about, Captain Pendle.
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'Oh!'
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George sprang forward.
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'Let us discuss that subject at once.
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You deserve some punishment for calling me out of my name.
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There, wicked one!
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'George,' very faintly, 'I—I shall not allow it!
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You—you should ask permission.
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'Waste of time,' said the practical George, and slipped his arm round her waist.
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'Oh, indeed!
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Miss Whichello had other things to think of than this billing and cooing.
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This last idea made her blood turn cold and her heart drum a loud tattoo.
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Then, after the manner of those over-wrought, she began to talk aloud.
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'I must tell someone; I must have advice,' she muttered, clenching her hands.
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'It is of no use seeing Mr Baltic; he is a stranger; he may refuse to help me.
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Dr Graham?
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No!
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he is too cynical.
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The bishop?'
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She paused and struck her hands lightly together.
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'The bishop!
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I shall see him and tell him all.
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For his son's sake, he will help my poor darling.
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Here she took a passing fly, and ordered the man to drive her to the palace as speedily as possible.
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'I trust I am acting for the best,' murmured the little old lady, with a sigh.
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'I think I am; for if Bishop Pendle cannot help me, no one else can.
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After thirty years, oh God!
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my poor, poor darling!
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'I wish to ask for your advice.
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'My advice and my friendship are both at your service, my dear lady,' replied the courteous bishop.
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'It is about Mab's parents,' blurted out the little old lady.
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'Oh!'
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The bishop looked grave.
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'Yes.
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I daresay Mrs Pansey said all sorts of wicked things about me, bishop?
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'Well, no!
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'—Dr Pendle wriggled uneasily—'she spoke rather of your sister than of you.
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I do not wish to repeat scandal, Miss Whichello, so let us say no more about the matter.
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Your niece shall marry my son; be assured of that.
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It is foolish to rake up the past,' added the bishop, with a sigh.
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What did she say, bishop?
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'Really, really, my dear lady, I—.
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'Bishop, tell me what she said about my sister.
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I will know.
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Reluctantly the bishop spoke out at this direct request.
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'A fine mixture of truth and fiction indeed,' said the old lady, in a haughty voice.
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'I am obliged to Mrs Pansey for the way in which she has distorted facts.
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'I fear, indeed, that Mrs Pansey exaggerates,' said Dr Pendle, shaking his head.
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'With all due respect, bishop, she is a wicked old Sapphira!'
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cried Miss Whichello, and forthwith produced a bundle of papers out of her pocket.
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The bishop winced at this unlucky illustration.
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'Have you a proof of this marriage, Miss Whichello?'
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he asked, with a glance at the papers.
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'Of course I have,' she replied, untying the red tape with trembling fingers.
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'Here is the certificate of marriage which my poor Annie gave me on her dying bed.
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Look at it, bishop.'
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She thrust it into his hand.
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'Ann Whichello, spinster; Pharaoh Bosvile, bachelor.
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They were married in St Chad's Church, Hampstead, in the month of December 1869.
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Ah, poor darling Annie!'
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Her husband turned out a brute and a ruffian and a spendthrift.
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He wasted all her money, and left her within six months of the marriage—the wretch!
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Then Mab was born, and she wrote to me.
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So that's the whole story, and a sadly common one it is.
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I am proud, my dear lady, that she should become my daughter.
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But tell me how your unhappy sister became acquainted with this man?
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Annie heard him and saw him, and lost her head over his looks and genius.
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He called himself Amaru, but his real name was Pharaoh Bosvile.
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'A strange name, Miss Whichello.
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'It is a gipsy name, bishop.
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Bosvile was a gipsy.
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'A gipsy,' murmured the bishop, who had turned pale.
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'Yes; an English gipsy, but like all those people he wandered far and near.
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The accident which hurt his hand also marked his cheek with a scar.
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'The right cheek?'
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gasped Dr Pendle, leaning forward.
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He—.
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'W—was Jentham—Bos—Bosvile?'
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he stammered.
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'Are—are you sure?
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'I am certain,' replied Miss Whichello, with a scared look.
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'I have seen him dozens of times.
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Bishop!'
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Her voice rose in a scream, for Dr Pendle had fallen forward on his desk.
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'Oh, my God!'
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cried the bishop.
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'Oh, God most merciful!
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The little old lady was trembling violently.
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She thought that the bishop had suddenly gone out of his mind.
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After a moment the bishop opened a drawer and took out a bundle of papers.
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'Thank God!'
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he said again, in a tremulous voice.
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'Married Mrs Pendle!'
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shrieked Miss Whichello, darting forward.
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'Yes.
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'But she was not his widow!
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'No, for Krant was Jentham, and Jentham was alive after my marriage.
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'He married my wife in October 1870,' said the bishop, breathlessly.
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Mrs Pendle was never his wife.
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'No, thank God!'
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said the bishop, clasping his hands, 'she is my own true wife after all.
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CHAPTER XXXVII - DEA EX MACHINA
As may be guessed, Captain Pendle, now that the course of true love ran smoother, was an assiduous visitor to the Jenny Wren house. He and Mab were all in all to one another, and in the egotism of their love did not trouble themselves about the doings of their neighbours. It is true that George was relieved and pleased to hear of Mosk's arrest and confession, because Gabriel was thereby exonerated from all suspicion of having committed a vile crime; but when reassured on this point, he ceased to interest himself in the matter. He was ignorant that his brother loved Bell Mosk, as neither Baltic nor the bishop had so far enlightened him, else he might not have been quite so indifferent to the impending trial of the wretched criminal. As it was, the hot excitement prevalent in Beorminster left him cold, and both he and Mab might have been dwellers in the moon for all the interest they displayed in the topic of the day. They lived, according to the selfish custom of lovers, in an Arcadia of their own creation, and were oblivious to the doings beyond its borders. Which disregard was natural enough in their then state of mind.
However, George, being in the world and of the world, occasionally brought to Mab such scraps of news as he thought might interest her. He told her of his mother's return, of her renewed health, of her pleasure in hearing that the engagement had been sanctioned by the bishop, and delivered a message to the effect that she wished to see and embrace her future daughter-in-law—all of which information gave Mab wondrous pleasure and Miss Whichello a considerable amount of satisfaction, since she saw that there would be no further question of her niece's unsuitability for George.
'You deserve some reward for your good news,' said Mab, and produced a silk knitted necktie of martial red, 'so here it is!
'Dearest,' cried Captain Pendle, kissing the scarf, 'I shall wear it next to my heart;' then, thinking the kiss wasted on irresponsive silk, he transferred it to the cheek of his lady-love.
'Nonsense!' said Miss Whichello, smiling broadly; 'wear it round your neck like a sensible lover.
'Are lovers ever sensible?' inquired the captain, with a twinkle.
'I know one who isn't,' cried Mab, playfully. 'No, sir,' removing an eager arm, 'you will shock aunty.
'Aunty has become hardened to such shocks,' smiled Miss Whichello.
'Aunty has been as melancholy as an owl of late,' retorted Mab, caressing the old lady; 'ever since the arrest of that man Mosk she has been quite wretched.
'Don't speak of him, Mab.
'Halloo! said George, with sudden recollection, 'I knew there was something else to tell you. Mosk is dead.
Miss Whichello gave a faint shriek, and tightly clasped the hand of her niece. 'Dead!' she gasped, pale-cheeked and low-toned. 'Mosk dead!
'As a door nail,' rejoined George, admiring his present; 'he hanged himself last night with his braces, so the gallows have lost a victim and Beorminster society a sensation trial of—.
'George!' cried Mab, in alarm, 'don't talk so; you will make aunty faint.
And indeed the little old lady looked as though she were on the point of swooning. Her face was white, her skin was cold, and leaning back her head she had closed her eyes. Captain Pendle's item of news had produced so unexpected a result that he and Mab stared at one another in surprise.
'You shouldn't tell these horrors, George.
'My love, how was I to know your aunt took an interest in the man?
'I don't take an interest in him,' protested Miss Whichello, faintly; 'but he killed Jentham, and now he kills himself; it's horrible.
'Horrible, but necessary,' assented George, cheerfully; 'a man who murders another can't expect to get off scot-free. Mosk has only done for himself what the law would have done for him. I'm sorry for Baltic, however.
'The missionary! Why, George?
'Because this suicide will be such a disappointment to him. He has been trying to make the poor devil—beg pardon—poor wretch repent; but it would seem that he has not been successful.
'Did he not confess to Mr Baltic?' asked Miss Whichello, anxiously.
'I believe so; he repented that far.
'Do you know what he told him?
'That he had killed Jentham, and had stolen his money.
'Did he say if he had found any papers on Jentham's body?
'Not that I know of,' replied George, staring. 'Why! had Jentham any particular papers in his possession?
'Oh, I don't know; I really can't say,' answered Miss Whichello, confusedly, and rose unsteadily to her feet. 'Mab, my dear, you will excuse me, I am not very well; I shall go to my bedroom.
'Let me come too, aunty.
'No! no!' Miss Whichello waved her niece back. 'I wish to be alone,' and she left the room abruptly, without a look at either of the young people. They could not understand this strange behaviour. Mab, woman-like, turned on Captain Pendle.
'It is all your fault, George, talking of murders and suicides.
'I'm awf'ly sorry,' said the captain, penitently, 'but I thought you would like to hear the news.
'Not the police news, thank you,' said Mab, with dignity.
'Why not? Something to talk about, you know.
'You have me to talk about, Captain Pendle.
'Oh!' George sprang forward. 'Let us discuss that subject at once. You deserve some punishment for calling me out of my name. There, wicked one!
'George,' very faintly, 'I—I shall not allow it! You—you should ask permission.
'Waste of time,' said the practical George, and slipped his arm round her waist.
'Oh, indeed!'—indignantly—'well, I—' Here Captain Pendle punished her again, after which Mab said that he was like all men, that he ought to be ashamed of himself, etc., etc., etc. Then she frowned, then she smiled, and finally became a meek and patient Grissel to the unfeigned delight of the superior mind. So the pair forgot Mosk and his wretched death, forgot Miss Whichello and her strange conduct, and retreated from the world into their Arcadia—Paradise—Elysium, in which it is best that all sensible people should leave this pair of foolish lovers.
Miss Whichello had other things to think of than this billing and cooing. She went to her bedroom, and lay down for ten minutes or so; then she got up again and began pacing restlessly to and fro. Her thoughts were busy with Mosk, with his victim, with Baltic; she wondered if Jentham had been in possession of certain papers, if these had been stolen by Mosk, if they were now in the pocket of Baltic. This last idea made her blood turn cold and her heart drum a loud tattoo. She covered her face with her hands; she sat down, she rose up, and in a nervous fever of apprehension leaned against the wall. Then, after the manner of those over-wrought, she began to talk aloud.
'I must tell someone; I must have advice,' she muttered, clenching her hands. 'It is of no use seeing Mr Baltic; he is a stranger; he may refuse to help me. Dr Graham? No! he is too cynical. The bishop?' She paused and struck her hands lightly together. 'The bishop! I shall see him and tell him all. For his son's sake, he will help my poor darling.
Having made up her mind to this course, Miss Whichello put on her old-fashioned silk cloak and poke bonnet. Then she fished a bundle of papers, yellow with age, out of a tin box, and slipped them into her capacious pocket. Biting her lips and rubbing her cheeks to bring back the colour, she glided downstairs, stole past the drawing-room door like a guilty creature, and in another minute was in the square. Here she took a passing fly, and ordered the man to drive her to the palace as speedily as possible.
'I trust I am acting for the best,' murmured the little old lady, with a sigh. 'I think I am; for if Bishop Pendle cannot help me, no one else can. After thirty years, oh God! my poor, poor darling!
In the Greek drama, when the affairs of the dramatis personæ became so entangled by circumstance, or fate, or sheer folly as to be beyond their capability of reducing them to order, those involved in such disorder were accustomed to summon a deity to accomplish what was impossible for mortals to achieve. Then stepped the god out of a machine to redress the wrong and reward the right, to separate the sheep from the goats and to deliver a moral speech to the audience, commanding them to note how impossible it was for man to dispense with the guidance and judgment and powerful aid of the Olympian Hierarchy. Miss Whichello's mission was something similar; and although both she and Bishop Pendle were ignorant that she represented the 'goddess out of a machine' who was to settle all things in a way conducive to the happiness of all persons, yet such was the case. Impelled by Fate, she sought out the very man to whom her mission was most acceptable; and seated face to face with Bishop Pendle in that library which had been the scene of so many famous interviews, she unconsciously gave him a piece of information which put an end to all his troubles. She had certainly arrived at the eleventh hour, and might just as well have presented herself earlier; but Destiny, the playwright of the Universe, always decrees that her dramas should play their appointed time and never permits her arbitrator to appear until immediately before the fall of the green curtain. So far as the Beorminster drama was concerned, the crucial moment was at hand, the actor—or rather actress—who was to remedy all things was on the scene, and shortly the curtain would fall on a situation of the rough made smooth. Then red fire, marriage bells, triumphant virtue and cowering guilt, with a rhyming tag, delivered by the prettiest actress, of 'All's well that ends well!
'I come to consult you confidentially,' said Miss Whichello, when she and the bishop were alone in the library. 'I wish to ask for your advice.
'My advice and my friendship are both at your service, my dear lady,' replied the courteous bishop.
'It is about Mab's parents,' blurted out the little old lady.
'Oh!' The bishop looked grave. 'You are about to tell me the truth of those rumours which were prevalent in Beorminster when you brought Miss Arden home to your house?
'Yes. I daresay Mrs Pansey said all sorts of wicked things about me, bishop?
'Well, no!'—Dr Pendle wriggled uneasily—'she spoke rather of your sister than of you. I do not wish to repeat scandal, Miss Whichello, so let us say no more about the matter. Your niece shall marry my son; be assured of that. It is foolish to rake up the past,' added the bishop, with a sigh.
'I must rake up the past; I must tell you the truth,' said Miss Whichello, in firm tones, 'if only to put a stop to Mrs Pansey's evil tongue. What did she say, bishop?
'Really, really, my dear lady, I—.
'Bishop, tell me what she said about my sister. I will know.
Reluctantly the bishop spoke out at this direct request. 'She said that your sister had eloped in London with a man who afterwards refused to marry her, that she had a child, and that such child is your niece, Miss Arden, whom you brought to Beorminster after the death of your unhappy sister.
'A fine mixture of truth and fiction indeed,' said the old lady, in a haughty voice. 'I am obliged to Mrs Pansey for the way in which she has distorted facts.
'I fear, indeed, that Mrs Pansey exaggerates,' said Dr Pendle, shaking his head.
'With all due respect, bishop, she is a wicked old Sapphira!' cried Miss Whichello, and forthwith produced a bundle of papers out of her pocket. 'My unfortunate sister Annie did run away, but she was married to her lover on the very day she left our house in London, and my darling Mab is as legitimate as your son George, Dr Pendle.
The bishop winced at this unlucky illustration. 'Have you a proof of this marriage, Miss Whichello?' he asked, with a glance at the papers.
'Of course I have,' she replied, untying the red tape with trembling fingers. 'Here is the certificate of marriage which my poor Annie gave me on her dying bed. I would have shown it before to all Beorminster had I known of Mrs Pansey's false reports. Look at it, bishop.' She thrust it into his hand. 'Ann Whichello, spinster; Pharaoh Bosvile, bachelor. They were married in St Chad's Church, Hampstead, in the month of December 1869. Here is Mab's certificate of birth; she was christened in the same church, and born in 1870, the year of the Franco-German war, so as this is ninety-seven, she is now twenty-seven years of age, just two years older than your son, Captain Pendle.
With much interest the bishop examined the two certificates of birth and marriage which Miss Whichello placed before him. They were both legally perfect, and he saw plainly that however badly Bosvile might have behaved afterwards to Ann Bosvile she was undoubtedly his wife.
'Not that he would have married her if he could have helped it,' went on Miss Whichello, while the bishop looked at the documents, 'but Annie had a little money—not much—which she was to receive on her wedding day, so the wretch married her and wrote to my dear father for the money, which, of course, under grandfather's will, had to be paid. Father never would see Annie again, but when the poor darling wrote to me a year afterwards that she was dying with a little child by her side, what could I do but go and comfort her? Ah, poor darling Annie!' sobbed the little old lady, 'she was sadly changed from the bright, beautiful girl I remembered. Her husband turned out a brute and a ruffian and a spendthrift. He wasted all her money, and left her within six months of the marriage—the wretch! Annie tried to support herself by needlework, but she took cold in her starving condition and broke down. Then Mab was born, and she wrote to me. I went at once, bishop, but arrived just in time to get those papers and close my dear Annie's eyes. Afterwards I brought Mab back with me to Beorminster, but I kept her for some time in London on account of my father. When I did bring her here, and I showed him the marriage certificate, he got quite fond of the little pet. So all these years Mab has lived with me quite like my own sweet child, and your son is a lucky man to win her love,' added the old maid, rather incoherently. 'It is not everyone that I would give my dear Annie's child to, I can tell you, bishop. So that's the whole story, and a sadly common one it is.
'It does you great credit, Miss Whichello,' said Dr Pendle, patting her hand; 'and I have the highest respect both for you and your niece. I am proud, my dear lady, that she should become my daughter. But tell me how your unhappy sister became acquainted with this man?
'He was a violinist,' replied Miss Whichello, 'a public violinist, and played most beautifully. Annie heard him and saw him, and lost her head over his looks and genius. He called himself Amaru, but his real name was Pharaoh Bosvile.
'A strange name, Miss Whichello.
'It is a gipsy name, bishop. Bosvile was a gipsy. He learned the violin in Hungary or Spain, I don't know which, and played wonderfully. Afterwards he had an accident which hurt his hand, and he could not play; that was the reason he married Annie—just for her money, the wretch!
'A gipsy,' murmured the bishop, who had turned pale.
'Yes; an English gipsy, but like all those people he wandered far and near. The accident which hurt his hand also marked his cheek with a scar.
'The right cheek?' gasped Dr Pendle, leaning forward.
'Why, yes,' said Miss Whichello, rather astonished at the bishop's emotion; 'that was how I recognised him here when he called himself Jentham. He—.
With a cry the bishop sprang to his feet in a state of uncontrollable agitation, shaking and white. 'W—was Jentham—Bos—Bosvile?' he stammered. 'Are—are you sure?
'I am certain,' replied Miss Whichello, with a scared look. 'I have seen him dozens of times. Bishop!' Her voice rose in a scream, for Dr Pendle had fallen forward on his desk.
'Oh, my God!' cried the bishop. 'Oh, God most merciful!
The little old lady was trembling violently. She thought that the bishop had suddenly gone out of his mind. Nor was she reassured when he stood up and looked at her with a face, down which the tears were streaming. Never had Miss Whichello seen a man weeping before, and the sight terrified her much more than an outburst of anger would have done. She looked at the bishop, he looked at her, and they were both ashy white, both overcome with nervous emotion.
After a moment the bishop opened a drawer and took out a bundle of papers. Out of these he selected the marriage certificate of his wife and Krant, and compared it with the certificate of Pharaoh Bosvile and Ann Whichello.
'Thank God!' he said again, in a tremulous voice. 'This man as Bosvile married your sister in 1869, as Krant he married Mrs Pendle in 1870.
'Married Mrs Pendle!' shrieked Miss Whichello, darting forward.
'Yes. She was a Mrs Krant when I married her, and as her husband was reported dead, I believed her to be his widow.
'But she was not his widow!
'No, for Krant was Jentham, and Jentham was alive after my marriage.
'I don't mean that,' cried Miss Whichello, laying a finger on her sister's certificate, 'but Jentham as Bosvile married Annie in 1869.
'He married my wife in October 1870,' said the bishop, breathlessly.
'Then his second marriage was a false one,' said Miss Whichello, 'for in that year, in that month, my sister was still alive. Mrs Pendle was never his wife.
'No, thank God!' said the bishop, clasping his hands, 'she is my own true wife after all.