Mr. Carlyle left her and her grumbling to return to the office. Lord Mount Severn's carriage was passing at the moment, and Isabel Vane was within it. She caused it to stop when she saw Mr. Carlyle, and he advanced to her.
"I have been to Mr. Kane's myself for the tickets," said she, with a beaming look. "I came into West Lynne on purpose. I told the coachman to find out where he lived, and he did. I thought if the people saw me and the carriage there, they would guess what I wanted. I do hope he will have a full concert."
"I am sure he will," replied Mr. Carlyle, as he released her hand. And Lady Isabel signed to the carriage to drive on.
As Mr. Carlyle turned away, he met Otway Bethel, a nephew of Colonel Bethel's, who was tolerated in the colonel's house because he had no other home, and appeared incapable to ****** himself one. Some persons persisted in calling him a gentleman--as he was by birth--others a /mauvais sujet/. The two are united sometimes. He was dressed in a velveteen suit, and had a gun in his hand. Indeed, he was rarely seen without a gun, being inordinately fond of sport; but, if all tales whispered were true, he supplied himself with game in other ways than by shooting, which had the credit of going up to London dealers. For the last six months or near upon it, he had been away from West Lynne.
"Why, where have you been hiding yourself?" exclaimed Mr. Carlyle.
"The colonel has been inconsolable."
"Come, no gammon, Carlyle. I have been on the tramp through France and Germany. Man likes a change sometimes. As to the revered colonel, he would not be inconsolable if he saw me nailed up in a six-foot box, and carried out feet foremost."
"Bethel, I have a question to ask you," continued Mr. Carlyle, dropping his light manner and his voice together. "Take your thoughts back to the night of Hallijohn's murder."
"I wish you may get it," cried Mr. Bethel. "The reminiscence is not attractive."
"You'll do it," quietly said Mr. Carlyle. "It has been told me, though it did not appear at the inquest, that Richard Hare held a conversation with you in the wood a few minutes after the deed was done. Now--"
"Who told you that?" interrupted Bethel.
"That is not the question. My authority is indisputable."
"It is true that he did. I said nothing about it, for I did not want to make the case worse against **** Hare than it already was. He certainly did accost me, like a man flurried out of his life."
"Asking if you had seen a certain lover of Afy's fly from the cottage.
One Thorn."
"That was the purport. Thorn, Thorn--I think Thorn was the name he mentioned. My opinion was, that **** was either wild or acting a part."
"Now, Bethel, I want you to answer me truly. The question cannot affect you either way, but I must know whether you did see this Thorn leave the cottage."
Bethel shook his head. "I know nothing whatever about any Thorn, and I saw nobody but **** Hare. Not but what a dozen Thorns might have run from the cottage without my seeing them."
"You heard the shot fired?"
"Yes; but I never gave a thought to mischief. I knew Locksley was in the wood, and supposed it came from him. I ran across the path, bearing toward the cottage, and struck into the wood on the other side. By and by, **** Hare pitched upon me, like one startled out of his seven senses, and asked if I had seen Thorn leave the cottage.
Thorn--that /was/ the name."
"And you had not?"
"I had seen nobody but ****, excepting Locksley. My impression was, that nobody else was about; I think so still."
"But Richard--"
"Now look you here, Carlyle, I won't do **** Hare an injury, even by a single word, if I can help it; and it is of no use setting me on to it."
"I should be the last to set you on to injure any one, especially Richard Hare," rejoined Mr. Carlyle; "and my motive is to do Richard Hare good, not harm. I hold a suspicion, no matter whence gathered, that it was not Richard Hare who committed the murder, but another.
Can you throw any light upon the subject?"
"No, I can't. I have always thought poor wavering **** was nobody's enemy but his own; but, as to throwing any light on that night's work, I can't do it. Cords should not have dragged me to the inquest to give evidence against ****, and for that reason I was glad Locksley never let out that I was on the spot. How the deuce it got about afterward that I was, I can't tell; but that was no matter; /my/ evidence did not help on the verdict. And talking of that, Carlyle, how has it come to your knowledge that Richard Hare accosted me? I have not opened my lips upon it to mortal man."
"It is of no consequence now," repeated Mr. Carlyle; "I do know it, and that is sufficient. I was in hopes you had really seen this man Thorn leave the cottage."
Otway Bethel shook his head. "I should not lay too much stress upon any Thorns having been there, were I you, Carlyle. **** Hare was as one crazy that night, and might see shapes and forms where there were none."
