The House of the White Shadows. Farjeon Benjamin Leopold

acquainted with them," said the woman discontentedly. "Will you?"

      He saw that she was in an ill-temper, and although he was not a man to tolerate insolence, he was attentive to trifles.

      "I do not interfere with my wife's domestics. She engages whom she pleases, and discharges whom she pleases."

      "But to do right, sir, that is everyone's affair. I am discharged suddenly, without notice, and without having committed a fault. Until this morning I am perfection; no one can dress my lady like me, no one can arrange her hair so admirably. That is what she says to me continually. Why, then, am I discharged? I ask my lady why, and she says, for her convenience."

      "She has paid you, has she not?"

      "Oh yes, and has given me money to return home. But it is not that. It is that it hurts me to be suddenly discharged. It is to my injury when I seek another situation. I shall be asked why I left my last. To speak the truth, I must say that I did not leave, that I was discharged. I shall be asked why, and I shall not be able to say."

      "Has she not given you a character?"

      "Yes; it is not that I complain of; it is being suddenly discharged."

      "I cannot interfere, mistress. You have no reasonable cause for complaint. You have a character, and you are well paid; that should content you."

      He turned from her, and she sent her parting words after him:

      "My lady has her reasons! I hope they will be found to be good ones, and that you will find them so. Do you hear? – that you will find them so!"

      He paid no further heed to her, and entering his carriage drove to the Rue de la Corraterie, to the business house of Jacob Hartrich, and was at once admitted to the banker's private room.

      CHAPTER IV

      JACOB HARTRICH, THE BANKER, GIVES HIS REASONS FOR BELIEVING GAUTRAN THE WOODMAN GUILTY OF THE MURDER OF MADELINE

      Jacob Hartrich, by birth a Jew, had reached his sixtieth year, and was as hale and strong as a man of forty. His face was bland and full-fleshed, his eyes bright and, at times, joyous, his voice mellow, his hands fat and finely-shaped, and given to a caressing petting of each other, denoting satisfaction with themselves and the world in general. His manners were easy and self-possessed-a characteristic of his race. He was a gentleman and a man of education.

      He gazed at the Advocate with admiration; he had an intense respect for men who had achieved fame by force of intellect.

      "Mr. Almer," he said, "prepared me for your arrival, and is anxious that I should forward your views in every possible way. I shall be happy to do so, and, if it is in my power, to contribute to the pleasure of your visit."

      "I thank you," said the Advocate, with a courteous inclination of his head. "When did you last see Mr. Almer?"

      "He called upon me this day three weeks-for a few minutes only, and only concerning your business."

      "He is always thoughtful and considerate. I suppose he was on his road to Paris when he called upon you."

      "No; he had no intention of going to Paris. I believe he had been for some time in the neighbourhood of Geneva before he favoured me with a visit. He is still here."

      "Here!" exclaimed the Advocate, in a tone of pleasure and surprise.

      "At least in Switzerland."

      "In what part?"

      "I cannot inform you, but from the remarks he let fall, I should say in the mountains, where tourists are not likely to penetrate." He paused a moment before he continued: "Mr. Almer spoke of you, in terms it was pleasant to hear, as his closest, dearest friend."

      "We are friends in the truest sense of the word."

      "Then I may speak freely to you. During the time he was with me I was impressed by an unusual strangeness in him. He was restless and ill at ease; his manner denoted that he was either dissatisfied with himself or was under some evil influence. I expressed my surprise to him that he had been for some time in this neighbourhood without calling upon me, but he did not offer any explanation of his neglect. He told me, however, that he was tired of the light, the gaiety, and the bustle of cities, and that it was his intention to seek some solitude to endeavour to rid himself of a terror which had taken possession of him. No sooner had he made this strange declaration than he strove, in hurried words, to make light of it, evidently anxious that it should leave no impression upon my mind. I need scarcely say he did not succeed. I have frequently thought of that declaration and of Christian Almer in connection with it."

      The Advocate smiled and shook his head.

      "Mr. Almer is given to fantastic expression. If you knew him as well as I do you would be aware that he is prone to magnify trifles, and likely to raise ghosts of the conscience for the mere pleasure of laying them. His nature is of that order which suffers keenly, but I am not disposed on that account to pity him. There are men who would be most unhappy unless they suffered."

      "My dear sir," said Jacob Hartrich, "I have known Christian Almer since he was a child. I knew his father, a gentleman of great attainments, and his mother, a refined and exquisitely beautiful woman. His child-life probably made a sad impression upon him, but he has mixed with the world, and there is a bridge of twenty years between then and now. A great change has taken place in him, and not for the better. There is certainly something on his mind."

      "There is something on most men's minds. I have remarked no change in Mr. Almer to cause me uneasiness. He is the same high-minded gentleman I have ever known him to be. He is exquisitely sensitive, responsive to the lightest touch; those who are imbued with such qualities suffer keenly and enjoy keenly."

      "The thought occurred to me that he might have sustained a monetary loss, but I dismissed it."

      "A monetary loss would rather exalt than depress him. He is rich-it would have been a great happiness for him if he had been poor. What are termed misfortunes are sometimes real blessings; many fine natures are made to halt on their way by worldly prosperity. Had Christian Almer been born in the lower classes he would have found a worthy occupation; he would have made a name for himself, and in all probability would have won a wife-who would have idolised him. He is a man whom a woman might worship."

      "You have given me a clue," said Jacob Hartrich; "he has met with a disappointment in love."

      "I think not; had he met with such a disappointment I should most surely have heard of it from his own lips."

      Interesting as this conversation was to both the speakers it had now come to a natural break, and Jacob Hartrich, diverging from it, inquired whether the Advocate's visit was likely to be a long one.

      "I have pledged myself," said the Advocate somewhat wearily, "to remain here for at least three months."

      "Rest is a necessary medicine." The Advocate nodded absently. "Pray excuse me while I attend to your affairs. Here are the local and other papers."

      He left the room, and returning soon afterwards found the Advocate engaged in the perusal of a newspaper in which he appeared to be deeply interested.

      "Your business," said Jacob Hartrich, "will occupy about twenty minutes. There are some trifling formalities to be gone through with respect to signatures and stamps. If you are pressed for time I will send to you at your hotel."

      "With your permission I will wait," said the Advocate, laying aside the paper with a thoughtful air.

      Jacob Hartrich glanced at the paper, and saw the heading of the column which the Advocate had perused, "The Murder of Madeline the Flower-girl."

      "You have been reading the particulars of this shocking deed."

      "I have read what is there written."

      "But you are familiar with the particulars; everybody has read them."

      "I am the exception, then. I have seen very few newspapers lately."

      "It was a foul and wicked murder."

      "It appears so, from this bare recital."

      "The foulest and most horrible within my remembrance. Ah! where will not the passions