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Page 51
"You have done for me," she said, in the deep, vibrating tones of her
rich contralto voice, "all that human intelligence could suggest. You
have examined the evidence and conducted the whole affair with a
thoroughness which I never could have obtained elsewhere. That your
search has been unavailing is due, not to any fault of yours, but
rather to the consummate skill of the assassin, who, I think, we may
conclude, is no ordinary criminal. I do not know much of the
abilities of Messrs. Osborne and Allen, but I understand that M.
Godin has the reputation of being the cleverest detective in America.
I cannot learn that he has made any progress whatsoever in the
solution of this terrible mystery. I do not feel, therefore, that
you have any right to reproach yourself. Such hope as I have that
my father's murderer may ever be brought to justice rests in your
efforts; else I should feel bound to relieve you of a task, which,
though self-imposed, is, none the less, onerous and ill-paid. Do
not consider me altogether selfish if I ask that you still continue
the search, and that I--that I still be held to my covenant. I am
aware that I can never fully repay the kindness I am asking of you,
but--"
Maitland did not wait for her to finish. "Let us not speak of that,"
he said. "It is enough to know that you are still satisfied with my,
thus far, unsuccessful efforts in your behalf. There is nothing
affords me keener pleasure than to struggle with and solve an
intricate problem, whether it be in algebra, geometry, or the
mathematics of crime; and then--well, even if I succeed, I shall
quit the work your debtor."
He had spoken this last impulsively, and when he had finished he
remained silent, as if surprised and a bit nettled at his own failure
to control himself. Gwen made no reply, not even raising her eyes;
but I noticed that her fingers at once busied themselves with the
entirely uncalled-for labour of readjusting the tidy upon the arm of
her chair, and I thought that, if appearances were to be trusted,
she was very happy and contented at the change she had made in the
bit of lacework beneath her hands. With singular good sense, with
which she was always surprising me, Alice now introduced the subject
of the Young People's Club, and mentioned incidentally that Gwen was
to have charge of the next meeting. Before Gwen had time to inform
Maitland that she intended to decline this honour, he congratulated
her upon it, and rendered her withdrawal difficult by saying: "I feel
that I should thank you, Miss Darrow, for the faithful way in which
you fulfil the spirit of your agreement to permit me to order your
actions. I know, if you consulted your own desires, you would
probably decline the honour conferred upon you, and that in accepting
it, you are influenced by the knowledge that you are pursuing just
the course I most wish you to follow. Verily, you make my office of
tyrant over you a perfect sinecure. I had expected you to chafe a
little under restraint, but, instead, I find you voluntarily yielding
to my unexpressed desires."
Gwen made no reply, but we heard no more of her resignation. She
applied herself at once to the preparation of her paper upon
"Antony and Cleopatra." Maitland, who, like all vigorous, healthy,
and informed intellects, was an ardent admirer of Shakespeare, found
time to call on Gwen and to discuss the play with her. This seemed
to please her very much, and I am sure his interest in the play was
abnormal. He confessed to me that every morning, as he awoke, the
first thing which flashed into his mind, even before he had full
possession of his senses, was these words of Antony:
"I am dying, Egypt, dying."
He professed himself utterly unable to account for this, and asked
me what I thought was the cause of it. He furthermore suddenly
decided that he would ask Gwen to propose his name for membership at
the next meeting of the Young People's Club. I hastily indorsed
this resolution, for I had a vague sort of feeling that it would
please Gwen.
The "Antony and Cleopatra" night at length arrived. We all attended
the meeting and listened to a very able paper upon the play. One
of the most marked traits of Gwen's character is that whatever she
does she does thoroughly, and this was fully exemplified on the night
in question. Maitland was very much impressed by some verse Gwen
had written for the occasion, and a copy of which he succeeded in
procuring from her. I think, from certain remarks he made, that it
was the broad and somewhat unfeminine charity expressed in the verse
which most astonished and attracted him, but of this, after what I
have said, you will, when you have perused it, be as good a judge
as I:
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