Is everything ready, Davies? his master inquired. Everything, sir. The carriage is at the door.
I would ask of you one favour, the Tempter said, in a low voice; do not express any surprise. All will be afterwards explained.
From the inner pocket of his frock-coat he produced a pair of white kid gloves, which he handed me, observing, with a smile
They are large for you, I fear; but that will not much matter. You will meet my daughter at the church; it looks better.
Then, as I commenced putting on the gloves, we went out together, and entered the smart brougham awaiting us. All preparations had evidently been made for my marriage.
Our drive was not a long one; but so bewildered was I by my singular situation, that I took little notice of the direction in which we were travelling. Indeed, I was utterly unfamiliar with that part of London, and I only know that we crossed Sloane Street, and, after traversing a number of back streets, suddenly stopped before a church standing in a small cul-de-sac.
The strip of faded red baize upon the steps showed that we were expected; but the church was empty save for a wheezy, unshaken old verger, who, greeting us, preceded us to a pew in front.
Scarcely had we seated ourselves, conversing in whispers, when we heard a second carriage stop; and, turning, I saw in the entrance the silhouette of my unknown bride in her white satin gown. She advanced up the aisle leaning heavily upon the arm of a smartly-dressed man, who wore a monocle with foppish air. Her progress was slow due, no doubt, to extreme weakness. Her veil was handsome, but so thick that, in the dim gloom of the church, I was quite unable to distinguish her features.
As she passed where I sat, silent, anxious, and wondering, the Tempter prompted me, and I rose and took my place beside her, while at the same moment the officiating clergyman himself appeared from the vestry. His face was red and pimply, showing him to be of intemperate habits; but at his order I took my unknown companions slim, soft hand in mine, and the scent of the orange blossom in her corsage filled my nostrils. I stood like a man in a dream.
At that instant the Tempter bent tenderly to her, saying
Beryl, my child, this is your wedding day. You are to be married to the man you love. Listen! Then in a nasal tone, which sounded weirdly in the silence of the place, the clergyman began to drone the first words of the Marriage Service, Dearly beloved, we are gathered together, until he came to the first question to which I responded in a voice which sounded strange and cavernous.
I was selling myself for twenty thousand pounds. The thought caused me a slight twinge of conscience. Turning to the woman at my side, he asked
Wilt thou have this man to thy wedded husband, to live together after Gods ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep ye only unto him as long as ye both shall live?
A silence fell, deep and complete.
Two ordinary-looking men, who had entered the church to serve as witnesses, exchanged glances. Then a slight sound escaped my unknown bride, like a low sigh, and we could just distinguish the reply
I will.
The remainder of the service was gabbled through. A ring which the Tempter had slipped into my hand I placed upon her finger, and ten minutes later I had signed the register, and was the husband of a woman upon whose face I had never looked.
The name which she signed with mine was Beryl Wynd; beyond that I knew nothing. Utterly bewildered at my position, I sat beside my bride on the drive back, but she preserved silence, and I exchanged no word with her. She shuddered once, as though cold. Her father accompanied us, keeping up a lively conversation during the whole distance.
Arrived at the house, the woman who had sought me at Rowan Road came forward to meet my bride, and at once accompanied her upstairs, while we entered the dining-room. The two witnesses, who had followed in the second carriage, quickly joined us. The butler Davies opened champagne, and my health, with that of the bride, was drunk in solemn silence. The man with the monocle was absent. Truly my nuptial feast was a strange one.
A few minutes later, however, I was again alone in the library with the Tempter, whose eyes had grown brighter, and whose face had assumed an even more demoniacal expression. The door was closed, the silence unbroken.
So far all has been perfectly satisfactory, he said, halting upon the hearthrug suddenly and facing me. There is, however, still one condition to be fulfilled, before I place the money in your hands.
And what is that? I inquired.
That your wife must die before sunset, he answered, in a hoarse, earnest whisper. She must die you understand! It is now half-past twelve.
What? I cried, starting forward. You would bribe me to murder your own daughter?
He shrugged his thin shoulders, made an impatient movement, his small eyes glittered, and in a cold hard voice, he exclaimed
I said that it is imperative she should die before the money is yours that is all.
Chapter Three
Concerning a Compact
Then you make murder one of the conditions of payment? I said, facing him.
I have only said she must die before sunset, he answered. She cannot live, in any case, longer than a few hours. It is easy for you, a doctor, to render her agony brief.
To speak plainly, I said, with rising indignation, you wish me to kill her! You offer me twenty thousand pounds, not for marriage, but for the committal of the capital sin.
His thin lips twitched nervously and his brows contracted.
Ah! he responded, still quite cool. I think you view the matter in a wrong light. There are various grades of murder. Surely it is no great crime, but rather a humane action, to put a dying girl out of her agony.
To shorten her life a single minute would be a foul assassination, I replied, regarding him with loathing. And further, sir, you do not appear to fully realise your own position, or that it is a penal offence to attempt to bribe a person to take anothers life.
He laughed a short, defiant laugh.
No, no, he said. Please do not waste valuable time by idle chatter of that kind. I assure you that I have no fear whatever of the result of my action. There is no witness here, and if you endeavoured to bring me before a judge, who, pray, would believe you? There was some truth in those defiant words, and I saw by his attitude that he was not to be trifled with.
I take it that you have objects in both your propositions in your daughters marriage, and in her death? I said, in a more conciliatory tone, hoping to learn something further of the motive of his dastardly proposal.
My object is my own affair, he snapped.
And my conscience is my own, I said. I certainly do not intend that it shall be burdened by the crime for which you offer me this payment.
He fixed me with flaming eyes. Then you refuse? he cried.
Most certainly I refuse, I responded. Moreover, I intend to visit your daughter upstairs, and strive, if possible, to save her.
Save her? he echoed. You cant do that, unless you can perform miracles. But perhaps, he added with a sneer, such a virtuous person as yourself may be able to work marvels.
I may be able to save her from assassination, I answered meaningly.
You intend to oppose me?
You intend to oppose me?
I intend to prevent you from murdering your own daughter, I said warmly. Further, I forbid you to enter her room again. I am a medical man, and have been called in by you to attend her. Therefore, if you attempt to approach her I shall summon the police.
Rubbish! he laughed, his sinister face now ashen pale. You cannot prevent me from approaching her bedside.
I can, and I will, I said. You have expressed a desire that she should, for some mysterious reasons, die before sunset. You would kill her with your own hand, only you fear that when the doctor came to give his certificate he might discover evidence of foul play.
Exactly, he responded with perfect coolness, thrusting his hands into his pockets. It is because of that I offer you twenty thousand pounds. I am prepared to pay for your scientific knowledge.
And for a death certificate?
Of course.
Well, to speak plainly, I consider you an inhuman scoundrel, I said. If your daughters dying hour is not sacred to you, then no mans honour or reputation is safe in your hands.
I thank you for your compliment, he replied with a stiff bow. But I might reply that you yourself are not very remarkable for honour, having in view the fact that, in the hope of gaining a sufficient price, you have married a woman upon whom you have never set eyes.
You tempted me! I cried furiously. You held the money before my gaze and fascinated me with it until I was helpless in your power. Fortunately, however, the spell is broken by this inhuman suggestion of yours, and I wash my hands clean of the whole affair.
Ah, my dear sir, that is not possible. Remember you are my daughters husband.
And yet you ask me to kill her.
Who has greater right to curtail her sufferings than her husband?
And who has greater right to endeavour to save her life?
But you cannot. It is impossible.
Why impossible?
She is doomed.
By you. You have resolved that she shall not live till morning, I said, adding: If, as you tell me, her mysterious illness must prove fatal, I see no reason why you should offer me a bribe to encompass her death. Surely a few hours more or less are of no consequence.
But they are, he protested quickly. She must die before sundown, I tell you.
Not if I can prevent it.
Then you will forgo the money I have offered you, he inquired seriously.
I have no intention of touching a single farthing of it.
Until you are forced to.
Forced to! I exclaimed. I dont understand your meaning.
You will understand one day, he answered with a grin one day when it may, perhaps, be too late. It would be best for us to act in unison, I assure you.
For you, possibly; not for me.
No for you, he said, fixing his crafty, evil-looking eyes upon me. You have taken one step towards the goal, and you cannot now draw back. You have already accepted your price twenty thousand pounds.
Enough! I cried indignantly. If I were to give information to the police regarding this conversation, you would find yourself arrested within an hour.
As I have already told you, my dear sir, I am not at all afraid of such a contretemps; I am no blunderer, I assure you.
Neither am I, I answered quickly, resolving to remain there no longer discussing such a subject. From the first moment of our meeting I had entertained a suspicion of him. Several facts were evident. He had some strong motive, first in marrying his daughter Beryl, secondly in encompassing her death before sundown, and thirdly in implicating me so deeply that I should be unable to extricate myself from the net which he set to entrap me.
A fourth fact, apparently small in itself, had caused me considerable reflection: the hand that I had held and on the finger of which I had placed the bond of matrimony, was in no sense chilly or clammy. It was not the wasted hand of a moribund invalid, but rather that of a healthy person. While I had held it I felt and counted the pulsations. The latter had told me that my mysterious bride was without fever, and was apparently in a normal state of health. It was curious that she should have walked and acted involuntarily, if only half-conscious of her surroundings.
The Tempter was endeavouring to deceive me in this particular. But it was in vain.
Cannot we come to terms? he asked in a low, earnest voice. There is surely no object to be gained in our being enemies; rather let us act together in our mutual interests. Recollect that by your marriage you have become my son-in-law and heir.
Your heir! I echoed. I had not thought of that before. His house betokened that he was wealthy. You are very generous, I added, not without some sarcasm. But I do not feel inclined to accept any such responsibility from one whose name even I do not know.
Of course, he said easily. I was stupid not to introduce myself. In the excitement it quite slipped my memory. Pray forgive me. My name is Wynd Wyndham Wynd.
Well, Mr Wynd, I said with some forced politeness, I think we may as well conclude this interview. I wish to make the acquaintance of my wife.
Quite natural, he answered, smiling good-humouredly. Quite natural that you should wish to see her; only I beg you, doctor, to prepare for disappointment.
Your warning is unnecessary, I responded as carelessly as I could.
My curiosity had been aroused by the healthfulness of that small, well-formed hand, and I intended to investigate for myself. That house was, I felt certain, a house of mystery.
I had turned towards the door, but in an instant he had reached it and stood facing me with his back to it resolutely, saying
You will go to her on one condition the condition I have already explained.
That I take her life seriously, and give a certificate of death from natural causes, I said. No, Mr Wynd, I am no murderer.
Not if we add to the sum an extra five thousand?
I will not harm her for an extra fifty thousand. Let me pass! I cried with fierce resolution.
When you have promised to accede to my request.
I will never promise that.
Then you will not enter her room again.
Almost as the words left his lips there was a low tap at the door, and it opened, disclosing Davies, who announced
The Major, sir.
Show him in.
The visitor, who entered jauntily with his silk hat still set at a slight angle on his head, was the well-groomed man who had led my bride up the aisle of the church. I judged him to be about forty-five, dark-complexioned, good-looking, but foppish in appearance, carrying his monocle with ease acquired by long practice.
Well, Wynd, he said, greeting his friend, cheerily, all serene?
Entirely, answered the other. And then, turning to me, introduced the new-comer as Major Tattersett.
This, Major, is Dr Colkirk, my new son-in-law, he explained. Permit me to present him.
Congratulate you, my dear sir, he responded laughing good-humouredly, while the Tempter remarked
The Major is, of course, fully aware of the circumstances of your marriage. He is our nearest friend.
Marriage rather unconventional, eh? the other remarked to me. Poor Beryl! It is a thousand pities that she has been struck down like that. Six months ago down at Wyndhurst she was the very soul of the house-parties and here to-day she is dying.