The Jewel of Seven Stars/Chapter 7

That night everything went well. Knowing that Miss Trelawny herself was
not on guard, Doctor Winchester and I doubled our vigilance. The Nurses
and Mrs. Grant kept watch, and the Detectives made their visit each
quarter of an hour. All night the patient remained in his trance. He
looked healthy, and his chest rose and fell with the easy breathing of a
child. But he never stirred; only for his breathing he might have been
of marble. Doctor Winchester and I wore our respirators, and irksome
they were on that intolerably hot night. Between midnight and three
o'clock I felt anxious, and had once more that creepy feeling to which
these last few nights had accustome me; but the grey of the dawn,
stealing round the edges of the blinds, came with inexpressible relief,
followed by restfulness, went through the household. During the hot
night my ears, strained to every sound, had been almost painfully
troubled; as though my brain or sensoriea were in anxious touch with
them. Every breath of the Nurse or the rustle of her dress; every soft
pat of slippered feet, as the Policeman went his rounds; every moment of
watching life, seemed to be a new impetus to guardianship. Something of
the same feeling must have been abroad in the house; now and again I
could hear upstairs the sound of restless feet, and more than once
downstairs the opening of a window. With the coming of the dawn,
however, all this ceased, and the whole household seemed to rest.
Doctor Winchester went home when Sister Doris came to relieve Mrs.
Grant. He was, I think, a little disappointed or chagrined that nothing
of an exceptional nature had happened during his long night vigil.
At eight o'clock Miss Trelawny joined us, and I was amazed as well as
delighted to see how much good her night's sleep had done her. She was
fairly radiant; just as I had seen her at our first meeting and at the
picnic. There was even a suggestion of colour in her cheeks, which,
however, looked startlingly white in contrast with her black brows and
scarlet lips. With her restored strength, there seemed to have come a
tenderness even exceeding that which she had at first shown to her sick
father. I could not but be moved by the loving touches as she fixed his
pillows and brushed the hair from his forehead.
I was wearied out myself with my long spell of watching; and now that
she was on guard I started off to be, blinking my tired eyes in the full
light and feeling the weariness of a sleepless night on me all at once.
I had a good sleep, and after lunch I was about to start out to walk to
Jermyn Street, when I noticed an importunate man at the hall door. The
servant in charge was the one called Morris, formerly the "odd man," but
since the exodus of the servants promoted to be butler pro tem. The
stranger was speaking rather loudly, so that there was no difficulty in
understanding his grievance. The servant man was respectful in both
words and demeanour; but he stood squarely in front of the great double
door, so that the other could not enter. The first words which I heard
from the visitor sufficiently explained the situation:
"That's all very well, but I tell you I must see Mr. Trelawny! What is
the use of your saying I can't, when I tell you I must. You put me off,
and off, and off! I came here at nine; you said then tha he was not up,
and that as he was not well he could not be disturbed. I came at
twelve; and you told me again he was not up. I asked then to see any of
his household; you told me that Miss Trelawny was not up. Now I come
again at three, and you tell me he is still in bed, and is not awake
yet. Where is Miss Trelawny? 'She is occupied and must not be
disturbed!' Well, she must be disturbed! Or some one must. I am here
about Mr. Trelawny's special business; and I have come from a place
where servants always begin by saying No. 'No' isn't good enough for me
this time! I've had three years of it, waiting outside doors and tents
when it took longer to get in than it did into the tombs; and then you
would think, too, the men inside were as dead as the mummies. I've had
about enough of it, I tell you. And when I come home, and find the door
of the man I've been working for barred, in just the same way and with
the same old answers, it stirs me up the wrong way. Did Mr. Trelawny
leave orders that he would not see me when I should come?"
He paused and excitedly mopped his forehead. The servant answered very
respectfully:
"I am very sorry, sir, if in doing my duty I have given any offence.
But I have my orders, and must obey them. If you would like to leave
any message, I will give it to Miss Trelawny; and if you will leave your
address, she can communicate with you if she wishes." The answer came
in such a way that it was easy to see that the speaker was a kind-
hearted man, and a just one.
"My good fellow, I have no fault to find with you personally; and I am
sorry if I have hurt your feelings. I must be just, even if I am angry.
But it is enough to anger any man to find himself in the position I am.
Time is pressing. There is not an hour--not a minute--to lose! And yet
here I am, kicking my heels for six hours; knowing all the time that
your master will be a hundred times angrier than I am, when he hears how
the time has been fooled away. He would rather be waked out of a
thousand sleeps than not see me just at present-and before it is too
late. My God! it's simply dreadful, after all I've gone through, to
have my work spoiled at the last and be foiled in the very doorway by a
stupid flunkey! Is there no one with sense in the house; or with
authority, even if he hasn't got sense? I could mighty soon convince
him that your master must be awakened; even if he sleeps like the Seven
Sleepers-"
There was no mistaking the man's sincerity, or the urgency and
importance of his business; from his point of view at any rate. I
stepped forward.
"Morris," I said, "you had better tell Miss Trelawny that this gentleman
wants to see her particularly. If she is busy, ask Mrs. Grant to tell
her."
"Very good, sir!" he answered in a tone of relief, and hurried away.
I took the stranger into the little boudoir across the hall. As we went
he asked me:
"Are you the secretary?"
"No! I am a friend of Miss Trelawny's. My name is Ross."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Ross, for your kindness!" he said. "My name
is Corbeck. I would give you my card, but they don't use cards where
I've come from. And if I had had any, I suppose they, too, would have
gone last night-"
He stopped suddenly, as though conscious that he had said too much. We
both remained silent; as we waited I took stock of him. A short, sturdy
man, brown as a coffee-berry; possibly inclined to be fat, but now lean
exceedingly. The deep wrinkles in his face and neck were not merely
from time and exposure; there were those unmistakable signs where flesh
or fat has fallen away, and the skin has become loose. The neck was
simply an intricate surface of seams and wrinkles, and sun-scarred with
the burning of the Desert. The Far East, the Tropic Seasons, and the
Desert--each can have its colour mark. But all three are quite
different; and an eye which has once known, can thenceforth easily
distinguish them. The dusky pallor of one; the fierce red-brown of the
other; and of the third, the dark, ingrained burning, as though it had
become a permanent colour. Mr. Corbeck had a big head, massive and
full; with shaggy, dark red-brown hair, but bald on the temples. His
forehead was a fine one, high and broad; with, to use the terms of
physiognomy, the frontal sinus boldly marked. The squareness of it
showed "ratiocination"; and the fulness under the eyes "language". He
had the short, broad nose that marks energy; the square chin-marked
despite a thick, unkempt beard-and massive jaw that showed great
resolution.
"No bad man for the Desert!" I thought as I looked.
Miss Trelawny came very quickly. When Mr. Corbeck saw her, he seemed
somewhat surprised. But his annoyance and excitement had not
disappeared; quite enough remained to cover up any such secondary and
purely exoteric feeling as surprise. But as she spoke he never took his
eyes off her; and I made a mental note that I would find some early
opportunity of investigating the cause of his surprise. She began with
an apology which quite smoothed down his ruffled feelings:
"Of course, had my Father been well you would not have been kept
waiting. Indeed, had not I been on duty in the sick-room when you
called the first time, I should have seen you at once. Now will you
kindly tell me what is the matter which so presses?" He looked at me and
hesitated. She spoke at once:
"You may say before Mr. Ross anything which you can tell me. He has my
fullest confidence, and is helping me in my trouble. I do not think you
quite understand how serious my Father's condition is. For three days
he has not waked, or given any sign of consciousness; and I am in
terrible trouble about him. Unhappily I am in great ignorance of my
Father and his life. I only came to live with him a year ago; and I
know nothing whatever of his affairs. I do not even know who you are,
or in what way your business is associated with him." She said this
with a little deprecating smile, all conventional and altogether
graceful; as though to express in the most genuine way her absurd
ignorance.
He looked steadily at her for perhaps a quarter of a minute; then he
spoke, beginning at once as though his mind were made up and his
confidence established:
"My name is Eugene Corbeck. I am a Master of Arts and Doctor of Laws
and Master of Surgery of Cambridge; Doctor of Letters of Oxford; Doctor
of Science and Doctor of Languages of London University; Doctor of
Philosophy of Berlin; Doctor of Oriental Languages of Paris. I have
some other degrees, honorary and otherwise, but I need not trouble you
with them. Those I have name will show you that I am sufficiently
feathered with diplomas to fly into even a sick-room. Early in life-
fortunately for my interests and pleasures, but unfortunately for my
pocket-I fell in with Egyptology. I must have been bitten by some
powerful scarab, for I took it bad. I went out tomb-hunting; and
managed to get a living of a sort, and to learn some things that you
can't get out of books. I was in pretty low water when I met your
Father, who was doing some explorations on his own account; and since
then I haven't found that I have many unsatisfied wants. He is a real
patron of the arts; no mad Egyptologist can ever hope for a better
chief!"
He spoke with feeling; and I was glad to see that Miss Trelawny coloured
up with pleasure at the praise of her father. I could not help
noticing, however, that Mr. Corbeck was, in a measure, speaking as if
against time. I took it that he wished, while speaking, to study his
ground; to see how far he would be justified in taking into confidence
the two strangers before him. As he went on, I could see that his
confidence kept increasing. When I thought of it afterward, and
remembered what he had said, I realised that the measure of the
information which he gave us marked his growing trust.
"i have been several times out on expeditions in Egypt for your Father;
and I have always found it a delight to work for him. Many of his
treasures-and he has some rare ones, I tell you-he has procured through
me, either by my exploration or by purchase-or-or-otherwise. Your
Father, Miss Trelawny, has a rare knowledge. He sometimes makes up his
mind that he wants to find a particular thing, of whose existence-if it
still exists-he has become aware; and he will follow it all over the
world till he gets it. I've been on just such a chase now."
He stopped suddenly, as suddenly as thought his mouth had been shut by
the jerk of a string. We waited; when he went on he spoke with a
caution that was new to him, as though he wished to forestall our asking
any questions:
"I am not at liberty to mentions anything of my mission; where it was
to, what it was for, or anything at all about it. Such matters are in
confidence between Mr. Trelawny and myself; I am pledged to absolute
secrecy."
He paused, and an embarrassed look crept over his face. Suddenly he
said:
"You are sure, Miss Trelawny, your Father is not well enough to see me
today?"
A look of wonderment was on her face in turn. But it cleared at once;--
she stood up, saying in a tone in which dignity and graciousness were
blended:
"Come and see for yourself!" She moved toward her father's room; he
followed, and I brought up the rear.
Mr. Corbeck entered the sick-room as though he knew it. There is an
unconscious attitude or bearing to persons in new surroundings which
there is no mistaking. Even in his anxiety to see his powerful friend,
he glanced for a moment round the room, as at a familiar place. Then
all his attention became fixed on the bed. I watched him narrowly, for
somehow I felt that on this man depended much of our enlightenment
regarding the strange matter in which we were involved.
It was not that I doubted him. The man was of transparent honesty; it
was this very quality which we had to dread. He was of that courageous,
fixed trueness to his undertaking, that if he should deem it his duty to
guard a secret he would do it to the last. The case before us was, at
least, an unusual one; and it would, consequently, require more liberal
recognition of bounds of the duty of secrecy than would hold under
ordinary conditions. To us, ignorance was helplessness. If we could
learn anything of the past we might at least form some idea of the
conditions antecedent to the attack; and might, so, achieve some means
of helping the patient to recovery. There were curios whish might be
removed. . . .My thoughts were beginning to whirl once again; I pulled
myself up sharply and watched. There was a look of infinite pity on the
sun-stained, rugged face as he gazed at his friend, lying so helpless.
The sternness of Mr. Trelawny's face had not relaxed in sleep; but
somehow it made the helplessness more marked. It would not have
troubled one to see a weak or an ordinary face under such conditions;
but this purposeful, masterful man, lying before us wrapped in
impenetrable sleep, had all the pathos of a great ruin. The sight was
not a new one to us; but I could see that Miss Trelawny, like myself,
was moved afresh by it in the presence of the stranger. Mr. Corbeck's
face grew stern. All the pity died away; and in its stead came a grim,
hard look which boded ill for whoever had been the cause of this mighty
downfall. This look in turn gave place to one of decision; the volcanic
energy of the man was working to some definite purpose. He glanced
around at us; and as his eyes lighted on Nurse Kennedy his eyebrows went
up a trifle. She noted the look, and glanced interrogatively at Miss
Trelawny, who flashed back a reply with a glance. She went quietly from
the room, closing the door behind her. Mr. Corbeck looked first at me,
with a strong man's natural impulse to learn from a man rather than a
woman; then at Miss Trelawny, with a remembrance of the duty of
courtesy, and said:
"Tell me all about it. How it began and when!" Miss Trelawny looked at
me appeallingly; and forthwith I told him all that I knew. He seemed to
make no motion during the whole time; but insensibly the bronze face
became steel. When, at the end, I told him of Mr. Marvin's visit and of
the Power of Attorney, his look began to brighten. And when, seeing his
interest in the matter, I went more into detail as to its terms, he
spoke:
"Good! Now I know where my duty lies!"
With a sinking heart I heard him. Such a phrase, coming at such a time,
seemed to close the door to my hopes of enlightenment.
"What do you mean?" I asked, feeling that my question was a feeble one.
His answer emphasized my fears:
"Trelawny knows what he is doing. He had some definite purpose in all
that he did; and we must not thwart him. He evidently expected
something to happen, and guarded himself at all points."
"Not at all points!" I said impulsively. "There must have been a weak
spot somewhere, or he wouldn't be lying here like that!" Somehow his
impassiveness surprised me. I had expected that he would find a valid
argument in my phrase; but it did not move him, at least not in the way
I thought. Something like a smile flickered over his swarthy face as he
answered me:
"This is not the end! Trelawny did not guard himself to no purpose.
Doubtless, he expected this too; or at any rate the possibility of it."
"Do you know what he expected, or from what source?" The questioner was
Miss Trelawny.
The answer came at once: "No! I know nothing of either. I can 
guess. . ." He stopped suddenly.
"Guess what?" The suppressed excitement in the girl's voice was akin to
anguish. The steely look came over the swarthy face again; but there was
tenderness and courtesy in both voice and manner as he replied:
"Believe me, I would do anything I honestly could to relieve you
anxiety. But in this I have a higher duty."
"What duty?"
"Silence!" As he spoke the word, the strong mouth closed like a steel
trap.
We all remained silent for a few minutes. In the intensity of our
thinking, the silence became a positive thing; the small sounds of life
within and without the house seemed intrusive. The first to break it
was Miss Trelawny. I had seen an idea-a hope-flash in her eyes; but she
steadied herself before speaking:
"What was the urgent subject on which you wanted to see me, knowing that
my Father was-not available?" The pause showed her mastery of her
thoughts.
The instantaneous change in Mr. Corbeck was almost ludicrous. His start
of surprise, coming close upon his iron-clad impassiveness, was like a
pantomimic change. But all idea of comedy was swept away by the tragic
earnestness with which he remembered his original purpose.
"My God!" he said, as he raised his hand from the chair back on which it
rested, and beat it down with a violence which would in itself have
arrested attention. His brows corrugated as he went on: "I quite
forgot! What a loss! Now of all times! Just at the moment of success!
He lying there helpless, and my tongue tied! Not able to raise hand or
foot in my ignorance of his wishes!"
"What is it? Oh, do tell us! I am so anxious about my dear Father! Is
it any new trouble? I hope not! oh, I hope not! I have had such
anxiety and trouble already! It alarms me afresh to hear you speak so!
Won't you tell me something to allay this terrible anxiety and
uncertainty?"
He drew his sturdy form up to his full height as he said:
"Alas! I cannot, may not, tell you anything. It is his secret." He
pointed to the bed. "And yet-and yet I came here for his advice, his
counsel, his assistance. And he lies there helpless. . . .And time is
flying by us! It may soon be too late!"
"What is it? what is it?" broke in Miss Trelawny in a sort of passion of
anxiety, her face drawn with pain. "Oh, speak! Say something! This
anxiety, and horror, and mystery are killing me!" Mr. Corbeck calmed
himself by a great effort.
"I may not tell you details; but I have had a great loss. My mission,
in which I have spent three years, was successful. I discovered all
that I sought-and more; and brought them home with me safely.
Treasures, priceless in themselves, but doubly precious to him by whose
wishes and instructions I sought them. I arrived in London only last
night, and when I woke this morning my precious charge was stolen.
Stolen in some mysterious way. Not a soul in London knew that I was
arriving. No one but myself knew what was in the shabby portmanteau
that I carried. My room had but one door, and that I locked and bolted.
The room was high in the house, five stories up, so that no entrance
could have been obtained by the window. Indeed, I had closed the window
myself and shut the hasp, for I wished to be secure in every way. This
morning the hasp was untouched. . . .And yet my portmanteau was empty.
The lamps were gone! . . .There! it is out. I went to Egypt to search
for a set of antique lamps which Mr. Trelawny wished to trace. With
incredible labour, and through many dangers, I followed them. I brought
them safe home. . . .And now!" He turned away much moved. Even his
iron nature was breaking down under the sense of loss.
Miss Trelawny stepped over and laid her hand on his arm. I looked at
her in amazement. All the passion and pain which had so moved her
seemed to have taken the form of resolution. Her form was erect, her
eyes blazed; energy was manifest in every nerve and fibre of her being.
Even her voice was full of nervous power as she spoke. It was apparent
that she was a marvellously strong woman, and that her strength could
answer when called upon.
"We must act at once! My Father's wishes must be carried out if it is
possible to us. Mr. Ross, you are a lawyer. We have actually in the
house a man whom you consider one of the best detectives in London.
Surely we can do something. We can begin at once!" Mr. Corbeck took
new life from her enthusiasm.
"Good! You are your Father's daughter!" was all he said. But his
admiration for her energy was manifested by the impulsive way in which
he took her hand. I moved over to the door. I was going to bring
Sergeant Daw; and from her look of approval, I knew that Margaret-Miss
Trelawny-understood. I was at the door when Mr. Corbeck called me back.
"One moment," he said, "before we bring a stranger on the scene. It
must be borne in mind that he is not to know what you know now, that the
lamps were the objects of a prolonged and difficult and dangerous
search. All I can tell him, all that he must know from any source, is
that some of my property has been stolen. I must describe some of the
lamps, especially one, for it is of gold; and my fear is lest the thief,
ignorant of its historic worth, may, in order to cover up his crime,
have it melted. I would willingly pay ten, twenty, a hundred, a
thousand times its intrinsic value rather than have it destroyed. I
shall tell him only what is necessary. So, please, let me answer any
questions he may ask; unless, of course, I ask you or refer to either of
you for the answer." We both nodded acquiescence. Then a thought
struck me and I said:
"By the way, if it be necessary to keep this matter quiet it will be
better to have it if possible a private job for the Detective. If once
a thing gets to Scotland Yard it is out of our power to keep it quiet,
and further secrecy may be impossible. I shall sound Sergeant Daw
before he comes up. If I say nothing, it will mean that he accepts the
task and will deal with it privately." Mr. Corbeck answered at once:
"Secrecy is everything. The one thing I dread is that the lamps, or
some of them, may be destroyed at once." To my intense astonishment
Miss Trelawny spoke out at once, but quietly, in a decided voice:
"They will not be destroyed; nor any of them!" Mr. Corbeck actually
smiled in amazement.
"How on earth do you know?" he asked. Her answer was still more
incomprehensible:
"I don't know how I know it; but know it I do. I feel it all through
me; as though it were a conviction which has been with me all my life!"