Witness to the Deed Part 72

"Bah! Despairing at your age? Why, man, this life is full of change and surprise. Nothing comes to pa.s.s so often as the unexpected."

Stratton shook his head.

"What! Doubting, in the face of all I have told you just now? Why, man, my news must have come upon you like a miracle. Come, I shall see you and Myra happy yet."

"Silence!" cried Stratton sternly. "Impossible! All that is past.

Brettison, I accept my fate in all thankfulness for what I know. If Myra and I ever meet again, I can take her hand and look her calmly in the eyes. I know my position now; and, thank G.o.d, I am once more a man--free from the great horror of my life. Now, tell me. The man recovered from his wound?"

"Yes," said Brettison, looking at Stratton curiously, "he is quite recovered from that; only much changed."

"You have seen him lately, then?" cried Stratton eagerly.

"Yes; not many hours since."

"Brettison!"

"Yes? Why do you start like that?"

"Then you have not handed him over to the authorities?"

"No. Why should I?"

"Man, you ask me that? You leave him free to go yonder and make her life a burden?"

"I did not say so," replied Brettison calmly. "Suppose I had handed the man over to the authorities, what then? The news would have been in every paper of the convict's marvellous escape from death. Pleasant reading for the Bourne Square breakfast table. Surely that poor girl has suffered enough?"

Stratton gazed at him wildly.

"I thought it all out, and I said to myself: 'James Dale, or Barron, died that night to the world, when he escaped from the convict prison.

Why should I bring him to life? For everyone's sake, let him be dead still.'"

"Impossible!" cried Stratton. "The man will take advantage of his freedom, and Myra's position must become intolerable. You have done wrong, sir. He must be given up at once."

"But the knowledge of what has pa.s.sed must reach Myra's ears, and the pain and agony of spirit it will cause will be more than she can bear."

Stratton groaned.

"And don't you see you are cutting the last piece of ground from beneath your feet--letting yourself sink at once into a slough of despond?"

"Don't tempt me, man!" cried Stratton angrily. "Heaven knows how weak I am, and how gladly I would fall in with your ideas, but they are impossible. You must be mad to propose them."

"Perhaps so," said Brettison. "I often think I must be a little wanting, now. But, Malcolm, my boy, think of yourself. If Myra knows that this man is still living, she will never see you again."

"Never," said Stratton firmly; "but she will get to know the reason of my conduct on that day, and I shall be forgiven for playing the part I did. She will know all this and forgive me. That is my reward. I tell you, I accept my position. James Barron must be given up."

"You are determined upon that?"

"Yes. It was my decision that morning before the struggle. It was the only course for an honourable man. What was right then must be doubly right now. If Myra were here, she would bid me act as I propose, even if it broke her heart."

"Even if it broke her heart," said Brettison thoughtfully. "I'm afraid I should sin deeply sooner than let her break her heart."

"Brettison!" cried Stratton; "is my old friend to become my tempter now at another crisis in my life? But you do not mean it. You are trying me. Come, I have been tried enough. You seem to have given me a new lease of life. Let us have no more trifling with duty; we have both suffered enough. Tell me, where is this man?"

Brettison was silent for a few moments, and then looked up quietly.

"I will tell you soon. First of all, you are judging too hastily."

"No; I am saying what is right."

"Under certain circ.u.mstances; but you do not know all yet."

"What! Have you kept something back?"

"Yes."

"First, tell me where is this man. He has been in your charge ever since his recovery."

"From the wound? Yes."

"And he submits to your dictation--to your rule?"

"Yes."

"Because he fears that you will give him up?"

"No; he does not fear that. But listen to me; you shall not judge too hastily. Wait till you know all my reasons."

"Tell me them."

"Not now."

"When, then?"

"After you have seen James Barron."

"Seen him? Meet that man again?" cried Stratton, with a look of horror.

"Yes."

"Impossible!"

"No; it is my wish--my prayer. Come with me and see him. Then you shall decide what should be done; and I give you my word that I will follow out your wishes to the letter."

"You promise that?"

Brettison gave him his hand in token of his promise, and Stratton stood thinking for a moment or two.

"Yes," he said then, "I have no cause to fear. It is cowardly to refuse. When shall the meeting be?"