"About three years."
"What was he when you knew him first?"
"Well, to tell the truth, he was in very much the same condition as myself."
"A dead-beat – beach-comber?"
"Well, if you put it like that – yes!"
"You know nothing of his history?"
"Nothing. He's not the sort of man to talk of his past."
"I believe you. Well, look here, Ellison, I'm going to tell you his past."
"How do you know it?"
"Never mind, it is enough that I do know it."
"Well, I don't want to hear it. You'll never make me think him guilty, so don't waste your breath trying."
"Perhaps not, but you must know his career. You owe it to yourself, and, pardon my saying so, you owe it to your wife to hear it."
"We'll leave my wife out of the question, thank you."
"Very good. That is of course your own affair. I will be as brief as I can. You must put two and two together yourself. In the first place, Murkard is not his name – what it is, does not matter. I'm an old friend of his family, so I dare not tell you. He started life with everything in his favour, consequently his fall was the greater."
"How did he fall?"
"He was deeply in debt. To get out of his difficulties he appropriated – I won't use a stronger term – some diamonds belonging to a lady in whose house he was staying. She was reluctantly compelled to prosecute, and he received a sentence of five years' penal servitude. He served his time, and then vanished from England and the ken of all those who knew him."
"Is this true, or are you lying to me?"
"Ellison, if you were not a little off your balance, I should resent that question. I am a man of honour, and I don't tell lies."
"I beg your pardon. I am not myself by a great deal to-night. Forgive me. Poor Murkard!"
"Poor devil! Yes, you may well say that. But don't you see, Ellison, if that happened once it might happen again. What is the evidence? You would not cheat yourself out of a valuable pearl, would you? What else could get at the safe? Only Murkard. He has been ill – delirious. Perhaps the value of the thing preyed upon his mind, and he may have taken it out of the safe while off his head. That is the charitable conclusion to come to. At any rate, his disappearance to-day is a point against him, you must admit that. If I were you I would certainly not believe him guilty till I had proved it, but just as certainly I should try to find him and see if he knows anything about it. D'you know, I rather think you owe as much, in common fairness, to him. If he denies any knowledge of the affair – well, in that case you must decide for yourself whether you know him well enough to believe him. Don't you think I'm right?"
"I do. Honestly, I do."
"Very well then. Pack your traps, pull yourself together, and go across and see if you can find him. You'll know the truth the sooner – or, perhaps, what would be better, let me go."
"No, no! that's not to be thought of. I'll go at once. But may I be forgiven for entertaining a doubt of him."
He picked up his hat, which had fallen from his head in his excitement, and went out of the store and down the hill towards the boats. Springing into one he shoved off and set to work to pull himself across to the settlement. It was quite dark, but the lights from the houses guided him, and before he had made up his mind where first to look for Murkard he was alongside the jetty. His thoughts flew back across the year to the night when he had waited there at those self-same steps for Esther. How his life had changed since then!
Tying up the boat, he set off for the Hotel of All Nations, expecting to find Murkard there. But he had left the place, and it was said had gone along the beach in the direction of the Pearlers' Rest. He followed and inquired in the bar, but again without success. He had not been seen there. From that hostelry he passed on to another and yet another, but with no greater result. Murkard was not to be found. At last, on the sea-front again, he chanced upon a pearler who had met him heading round the hill-side. This was a clue, and throwing new energy into his walk he set off after him. It was the same road they had followed together the evening of the famous fight, and it looked as if he should find Murkard at the self-same spot where they had camped that night. Nor was he disappointed. As he turned the bend of the hill he caught sight of a figure outlined against the starlight. There was no mistaking that angular back. He pushed on the faster, calling "Murkard!" As he came towards it, the figure turned and said:
"What do you want with me?"
"My dear old fellow, what a chase you have given me. What is the matter with you? What on earth made you leave us as you did? I can tell you I have been quite anxious about you."
Murkard came towards him and placed his hand upon his shoulder.
"That is not the reason you are here, Ellison. You cannot deceive me. There is something behind it all. What is the matter? Nothing wrong with your wife?"
He spoke with feverish eagerness.
"No, there is nothing the matter with my wife. But, my gracious, something else is terribly wrong!"
Murkard clutched him by the arm and looked into his face.
"Well – well – why don't you go on? Why don't you tell me all?"
"Because I can't, old friend, I can't. I despise myself enough as it is for having listened to such a thing."
"I can see something pretty bad has happened, and Merton has suggested to you that I am the guilty party. Good! Now tell me with what I am charged? Don't be afraid. I shall not think the worse of you."
"The Black Pearl!"
"Gone? Yes, gone! I can read it in your face. The thief, oh, the infernal, lying, traitorous thief! I see it all now. Oh, Ellison! you have been trapped – cruelly, heartlessly trapped! But, please God, it is not too late to set it right, whatever the cost may be."
"How? Speak out. What do you mean? What fresh villainy am I to discover now?"
"Listen to me. Has that man told you my history?"
"Yes."
"Who I really am?"
"No. But he told me that you were convicted of a theft in England, and received five years' penal servitude. Forgive me, Murkard, for listening to him – but I could not help it."
"You were right to listen, and he told the truth. I was convicted, and I served the sentence, but now you shall know everything. I ought to have warned you months ago, but I thought you would never find it out. For pity's sake, don't think too harshly of me – but – but – well, I am the man you pretended to be. I – am – the – Marquis of St. Burdan!"
Ellison did not speak, but he made a noise as if he were choking. Murkard again put his hand on his shoulder.
"You were a true friend to me. I heard you tell the lie, and I saw how the woman who is now your wife worshipped and trusted you. I knew it would kill her faith in you if she found you out, so I resolved not to betray myself or you. When you wanted money I forgot the pride that had made me swear never to take anything from my family's hands again, and cabled through the Government Resident for assistance. Why I made you take that step I cannot tell you – you must only guess, at any rate! That money I placed to your credit in the bank, and day by day, knowing your secret, I have watched and loved you for your repentance and for the brave way you slaved to repay it. Then this man came and somehow learned your secret. He ordered me to leave the station, or he would tell your wife that you had – had lied to her, and were not the man she believed you to be. To-night, for your sake, I came away, and walked here to think out what course I should pursue. Enlightenment has come. I see everything now. While I was ill that man, who must have found out about the pearl, stole my key, unlocked the safe, had a counterfeit made, and intends to bolt with the real one. Are you aware that he has been making love to your wife?"
"I know that now. While you have been speaking I, too, have had my eyes opened. It is not necessary to say I believe what you have told me, Murkard; but from the bottom of my heart I thank you. I will go back now and deal with him."
"You forgive me, Cuthbert?"
"Forgive you? No, no! It must be the other way about, it is for you to forgive me!"
"Freely, freely, if I have anything to forgive. Now what do you intend to do?"
"Go home and turn him off the place. That's what I shall do."