CHAPTER LXII.
"OH, Miss Helen, how can you say that?" cried Nancy, in utter dismay."I'll lay my life poor Joe never did such wickedness."
But Helen waved her off without looking at her, and pointed at Wylie.
"Are you blind? Why does he cringe and cower at sight of me? I tell youhe scuttled the _Proserpine,_ and the great auger he did it with I haveseen and handled. Yes, sir, you destroyed a ship, and the lives of manyinnocent persons, whose blood now cries to Heaven against you; and if _I_am alive to tell the cruel tale, it is no thanks to you; for you did yourbest to kill me, and, what is worse, to kill Robert Penfold, thisgentleman's son; for he was on board the ship. You are no better than anassassin."
"I am a man that's down," said Wylie, in a low and broken voice, hanginghis head. "Don't hit me any more. I didn't mean to take anybody's life. Itook my chance with the rest, lady, as I'm a man. I have lain in my bedmany's the night, crying like a child, with thinking you were dead. Andnow I am glad you are alive to be revenged on me. Well, you see, it isyour turn now; you have lost me my sweetheart, there; she'll never speakto me again, after this. Ah, the poor man gets all the blame! You don'task who tempted me; and, if I was to tell you, you'd hate me worse thanever; so I'll belay. If I'm a sinner, I'm a sufferer. England's too hotto hold me. I've only to go to sea, and get drowned the quickest way."And with this he vented a deep sigh, and slouched out of the room.
Nancy sank into a seat, and threw her apron over her head, and rocked andsobbed as if her heart would break.
As for Helen Rolleston, she still stood in the middle of the room,burning with excitement.
Then poor old Michael came to her, and said, almost in a whisper:
"It is a bad business; he is her sweetheart, and she had the highestopinion of him."
This softened Helen in a great measure. She turned and looked at Nancy,and said:
"Oh, dear, what a miserable thing! But I couldn't know that."
After a while, she drew a chair, and sat down by Nancy, and said:
"I won't _punish_ him, Nancy."
Nancy burst out sobbing afresh.
"You have punished him," said she, bruskly, "and me, too, as never didyou no harm. You have driven him out of the country, you have."
At this piece of feminine justice Helen's anger revived. "So, then," saidshe, "ships are to be destroyed, and ladies and gentlemen murdered, andnobody is to complain, or say an angry word, if the wretch happens to bepaying his addresses to you. That makes up for all the crimes in theworld. What! Can an honest woman like you lose all sense of right andwrong for a man? And such a man!"
"Why, he is as well-made a fellow as ever I saw," sobbed Nancy.
"Oh, is he?" said Helen, ironically--her views of manly beauty weredifferent, and black eyes a _sine qua non_ with her--"then it is a pityhis soul is not made to correspond. I hope by my next visit you will havelearned to despise him as you ought. Why, if I loved a man ever so, I'dtear him out of my heart if he committed a crime; ay, though I tore mysoul out of my body to do it."
"No, you wouldn't," said Nancy, recovering some of her natural pugnacity;"for we are all tarred with the same stick, gentle or simple."
"But I assure you I would," cried Helen; "and so ought you."
"Well, miss, you begin," cried Nancy, suddenly firing up through hertears. "If the _Proserpine_ was scuttled, which I've your word for it,Miss Helen, and I never knew you tell a lie, why, your sweetheart is moreto blame for it than mine."
Helen rose with dignity.
"You are in grief," said she. "I leave you to consider whether you havedone well to affront me in your own house." And she was moving to thedoor with great dignity, when Nancy ran and stopped her.
"Oh, don't leave me so, Miss Helen," she cried; "don't you go to quarrelwith me for speaking the truth too plain and rude, as is a plain-spokenbody at the best; and in such grief myself I scarce know what to say. Butindeed, and in truth, you mustn't go and put it abroad that the ship wasscuttled; if you do, you won't hurt Joe Wylie; he'll get a ship and flythe country. Who you'll hurt will be your own husband as is tobe--Wardlaws."
"Shall I, Mr. Penfold?" asked Helen, disdainfully.
"Well, madam, certainly it might create some unworthy suspicion.
"Suspicion?" cried Nancy. "Don't you think to throw dust in my eyes. Whathad poor Joe to gain by destroying that there ship? you know very well hewas bribed to do it; and risk his own life. And who bribed him? Whoshould bribe him, but the man as owned the ship?"
"Miss Rouse," said Mr. Penfold, "I sympathize with your grief, and makegreat allowance; but I will not sit here and hear my worthy employerblackened with such terrible insinuations. The great house of Wardlawbribe a sailor to scuttle their own ship, with Miss Rolleston and onehundred and sixty thousand pounds' worth of gold on board! Monstrous!monstrous!"
"Then what did Joe Wylie mean?" replied Nancy. "Says he, 'The poor mangets all the blame. If I was to tell you who tempted me,' says he, 'you'dhate me worse.' Then I say, why should she hate him worse? Because it'sher sweetheart tempted mine. I stands to that."
This inference, thus worded, struck Helen as so droll that she turned herhead aside to giggle a little. But old Penfold replied loftily:
"Who cares what a _Wylie_ says against a great old mercantile house ofLondon City?"
"Very well, Mr. Penfolds," said Nancy, with one great final sob, anddried her eyes with her apron; and she did it with such an air, they bothsaw she was not going to shed another tear about the matter. "Very well;you are both against me; then I'll say no more. But I know what I know."
"And what do you know?" inquired Helen.
"Time will show," said Nancy, turning suddenly very dogged--"time willshow."
Nothing more was to be got out of her after that; and Helen, soon after,made her a civil, though stiff, little speech; regretted the pain she hadinadvertently caused her, and went away, leaving Mr. Penfold her address.
On her return home, she entered the whole adventure in her diary. Shemade a separate entry to this effect:
_Mysterious._--My letter to Mr. Penfold at the office intercepted.
Wylie hints that he was bribed by Messrs. Wardlaw.
Nancy Rouse suspects that it was Arthur, and says time will show.
As for me, I can neither see why Wylie should scuttle the ship unless hewas bribed by somebody, nor what Arthur or his father could gain bydestroying that ship. This is all as dark as is that more cruel mysterywhich alone I care to solve.
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