have been my friend now many years, and yet did you ever know me to
do any without good cause? I may err, I am but man, but I believe
in all I do. Was it not for these causes that you send for me when
the great trouble came? Yes! Were you not amazed, nay horrified,
when I would not let Arthur kiss his love, though she was dying,
and snatched him away by all my strength? Yes! And yet you saw how
she thanked me, with her so beautiful dying eyes, her voice, too,
so weak, and she kiss my rough old hand and bless me? Yes! And did
you not hear me swear promise to her, that so she closed her eyes
grateful? Yes!
"Well, I have good reason now for all I want to do. You have for
many years trust me. You have believe me weeks past, when there be
things so strange that you might have well doubt. Believe me yet a
little, friend John. If you trust me not, then I must tell what I
think, and that is not perhaps well. And if I work, as work I
shall, no matter trust or no trust, without my friend trust in me,
I work with heavy heart and feel, oh so lonely when I want all help
and courage that may be!" He paused a moment and went on solemnly,
"Friend John, there are strange and terrible days before us. Let us
not be two, but one, that so we work to a good end. Will you not
have faith in me?"
I took his hand, and promised him. I held my door open as he
went away, and watched him go to his room and close the door. As I
stood without moving, I saw one of the maids pass silently along
the passage, she had her back to me, so did not see me, and go into
the room where Lucy lay. The sight touched me. Devotion is so rare,
and we are so grateful to those who show it unasked to those we
love. Here was a poor girl putting aside the terrors which she
naturally had of death to go watch alone by the bier of the
mistress whom she loved, so that the poor clay might not be lonely
till laid to eternal rest.
I must have slept long and soundly, for it was broad daylight
when Van Helsing waked me by coming into my room. He came over towhen Van Helsing waked me by coming into my room. He came over to
my bedside and said, "You need not trouble about the knives. We
shall not do it."
"Why not?" I asked. For his solemnity of the night before had
greatly impressed me.
"Because," he said sternly, "it is too late, or too early. See!"
Here he held up the little golden crucifix.
"This was stolen in the night."
"How stolen,"I asked in wonder,"since you have it now?"
"Because I get it back from the worthless wretch who stole it,
from the woman who robbed the dead and the living. Her punishment
will surely come, but not through me. She knew not altogether what
she did, and thus unknowing, she only stole. Now we must wait." He
went away on the word, leaving me with a new mystery to think of, a
new puzzle to grapple with.
The forenoon was a dreary time, but at noon the solicitor came,
Mr. Marquand, of Wholeman, Sons, Marquand & Lidderdale. He was
very genial and very appreciative of what we had done, and took off
our hands all cares as to details. During lunch he told us that
Mrs. Westenra had for some time expected sudden death from her
heart, and had put her affairs in absolute order. He informed us
that, with the exception of a certain entailed property of Lucy's
father which now, in default of direct issue, went back to a
distant branch of the family, the whole estate, real and personal,
was left absolutely to Arthur Holmwood. When he had told us so much
he went on,
"Frankly we did our best to prevent such a testamentary
disposition, and pointed out certain contingencies that might leave
her daughter either penniless or not so free as she should be to
act regarding a matrimonial alliance. Indeed, we pressed the matter
so far that we almost came into collision, for she asked us if we
were or were not prepared to carry out her wishes. Of course, we
had then no alternative but to accept. We were right in principle,
and ninety-nine times out of a hundred we should have proved, by
the logic of events, the accuracy of our judgment.the logic of events, the accuracy of our judgment.
"Frankly, however, I must admit that in this case any other form
of disposition would have rendered impossible the carrying out of
her wishes. For by her predeceasing her daughter the latter would
have come into possession of the property, and, even had she only
survived her mother by five minutes, her property would, in case
there were no will, and a will was a practical impossibility in
such a case, have been treated at her decease as under intestacy.
In which case Lord Godalming, though so dear a friend, would have
had no claim in the world. And the inheritors, being remote, would
not be likely to abandon their just rights, for sentimental reasons
regarding an entire stranger. I assure you, my dear sirs, I am
rejoiced at the result,perfectly rejoiced."
He was a good fellow, but his rejoicing at the one little part,
in which he was officially interested, of so great a tragedy, was
an object-lesson in the limitations of sympathetic
understanding.
He did not remain long, but said he would look in later in the
day and see Lord Godalming. His coming, however, had been a certain
comfort to us, since it assured us that we should not have to dread
hostile criticism as to any of our acts. Arthur was expected at
five o'clock, so a little before that time we visited the death
chamber. It was so in very truth, for now both mother and daughter
lay in it. The undertaker, true to his craft, had made the best
display he could of his goods, and there was a mortuary air about
the place that lowered our spirits at once.
Van Helsing ordered the former arrangement to be adhered to,
explaining that, as Lord Godalming was coming very soon, it would
be less harrowing to his feelings to see all that was left of his
fiancee quite alone.
The undertaker seemed shocked at his own stupidity and exerted
himself to restore things to the condition in which we left them
the night before, so that when Arthur came such shocks to his
feelings as we could avoid were saved.