LORD,howshehasBLED!Didyoueverseesomuch——
that’smurder——that’scold-bloodedmurder。He’skilledher。Say,wemustgetapoliceman。Comeon。“
Theyturnedbackthroughthehouse。Halfadozenpeople——
thewild-gamepeddler,themanwiththebroad-brimmedhat,thewashwoman,andthreeothermen——wereinthefrontroomofthejunkshop,abankofexcitedfacessurgedatthedoor。Beyondthis,outside,thecrowdwaspackedsolidfromoneendofthealleytotheother。OutinPolkStreetthecablecarswerenearlyblockedandwerebuntingawayslowlythroughthethrongwithclangingbells。Everywindowhaditsgroup。AndasTrinaandtheharness-makertriedtoforcethewayfromthedoorofthejunkshopthethrongsuddenlypartedrightandleftbeforethepassageoftwoblue-coatedpolicemenwhocloveapassagethroughthepress,workingtheirelbowsenergetically。Theywereaccompaniedbyathirdmanincitizen’sclothes。
HeiseandTrinawentbackintothekitchenwiththetwopolicemen,thethirdmanincitizen’sclothesclearedtheintrudersfromthefrontroomofthejunkshopandkeptthecrowdback,hisarmacrosstheopendoor。
“Whew!“whistledoneoftheofficersastheycameoutintothekitchen,“cuttingscrape?ByGeorge!SOMEBODY’S
beenusinghisknifeallright。“Heturnedtotheotherofficer。“Bettergetthewagon。There’saboxonthesecondcornersouth。Now,then,“hecontinued,turningtoTrinaandtheharness-makerandtakingouthisnote-bookandpencil,“Iwantyournamesandaddresses。“
Itwasadayoftremendousexcitementfortheentirestreet。
Longafterthepatrolwagonhaddrivenaway,thecrowdremained。Infact,untilseveno’clockthateveninggroupscollectedaboutthedoorofthejunkshop,whereapolicemanstoodguard,askingallmannerofquestions,advancingallmannerofopinions。
“Doyouthinkthey’llgethim?“askedRyerofthepoliceman。
Adozenneckscranedforwardeagerly。
“Hoh,we’llgethimallright,easyenough,“answeredtheother,withagrandair。
“What?What’sthat?Whatdidhesay?“askedthepeopleontheoutskirtsofthegroup。Thoseinfrontpassedtheanswerback。
“Hesaysthey’llgethimallright,easyenough。“
Thegrouplookedatthepolicemanadmiringly。
“He’sskippedtoSanJose。“
Wheretherumorstarted,andhow,nooneknew。ButeveryoneseemedpersuadedthatZerkowhadgonetoSanJose。
“Butwhatdidhekillherfor?Washedrunk?“
“No,hewascrazy,Itellyou——crazyinthehead。Thoughtshewashidingsomemoneyfromhim。“
Frennadidabigbusinessalldaylong。Themurderwastheonesubjectofconversation。Littlepartiesweremadeupinhissaloon——partiesoftwosandthrees——togooverandhavealookattheoutsideofthejunkshop。HeisewasthemostimportantmanthelengthandbreadthofPolkStreet;almostinvariablyheaccompaniedtheseparties,tellingagainandagainoftheparthehadplayedintheaffair。
“Itwasabouteleveno’clock。Iwasstandinginfrontoftheshop,whenMrs。McTeague——youknow,thedentist’swife——
camerunningacrossthestreet,“andsoonandsoon。
Thenextdaycameafreshsensation。PolkStreetreadofitinthemorningpapers。TowardsmidnightonthedayofthemurderZerkow’sbodyhadbeenfoundfloatinginthebaynearBlackPoint。Nooneknewwhetherhehaddrownedhimselforfallenfromoneofthewharves。Clutchedinbothhishandswasasackfullofoldandrustypans,tindishes——fullyahundredofthem——tincans,andironknivesandforks,collectedfromsomedumpheap。
“Andallthis,“exclaimedTrina,“onaccountofasetofgolddishesthatneverexisted。“
CHAPTER17
Oneday,aboutafortnightafterthecoroner’sinquesthadbeenheld,andwhentheexcitementoftheterribleaffairwascalmingdownandPolkStreetbeginningtoresumeitsmonotonousroutine,OldGrannissatinhisclean,well-keptlittleroom,inhiscushionedarmchair,hishandslyingidlyuponhisknees。Itwasevening;notquitetimetolightthelamps。OldGrannishaddrawnhischairclosetothewall——
soclose,infact,thathecouldhearMissBaker’sgrenadinebrushingagainsttheothersideofthethinpartition,athisveryelbow,whilesherockedgentlybackandforth,acupofteainherhands。
OldGrannis’soccupationwasgone。Thatmorningthebook-
sellingfirmwherehehadboughthispamphletshadtakenhislittlebindingapparatusfromhimtouseasamodel。Thetransactionhadbeenconcluded。OldGrannishadreceivedhischeck。Itwaslargeenough,tobesure,butwhenallwasover,hereturnedtohisroomandsattheresadandunoccupied,lookingatthepatterninthecarpetandcountingtheheadsofthetacksinthezincguardthatwasfastenedtothewallbehindhislittlestove。ByandbyheheardMissBakermovingabout。Itwasfiveo’clock,thetimewhenshewasaccustomedtomakehercupofteaand“keepcompany“withhimonhersideofthepartition。OldGrannisdrewuphischairtothewallnearwhereheknewshewassitting。Theminutespassed;sidebyside,andseparatedbyonlyacoupleofinchesofboard,thetwooldpeoplesattheretogether,whiletheafternoongrewdarker。
ButforOldGrannisallwasdifferentthatevening。Therewasnothingforhimtodo。Hishandslayidlyinhislap。
Histable,withitspileofpamphlets,wasinafarcorneroftheroom,and,fromtimetotime,stirredwithanuncertaintrouble,heturnedhisheadandlookedatitsadly,reflectingthathewouldneveruseitagain。Theabsenceofhisaccustomedworkseemedtoleavesomethingoutofhislife。ItdidnotappeartohimthathecouldbethesametoMissBakernow;theirlittlehabitsweredisarranged,theircustomsbrokenup。Hecouldnolongerfancyhimselfsoneartoher。Theywoulddriftapartnow,andshewouldnolongermakeherselfacupofteaand“keepcompany“withhimwhensheknewthathewouldneveragainsitbeforehistablebindinguncutpamphlets。Hehadsoldhishappinessformoney;hehadbarteredallhistardyromanceforsomemiserablebanknotes。Hehadnotforeseenthatitwouldbelikethis。Avastregretwelledupwithinhim。Whatwasthatonthebackofhishand?Hewipeditdrywithhisancientsilkhandkerchief。
OldGrannisleanthisfaceinhishands。Notonlydidaninexplicableregretstirwithinhim,butacertaingreattendernesscameuponhim。Thetearsthatswaminhisfadedblueeyeswerenotaltogetherthoseofunhappiness。No,thislong-delayedaffectionthathadcomeuponhiminhislateryearsfilledhimwithajoyforwhichtearsseemedtobethenaturalexpression。Forthirtyyearshiseyeshadnotbeenwet,buttonighthefeltasifhewereyoungagain。
Hehadneverlovedbefore,andtherewasstillapartofhimthatwasonlytwentyyearsofage。Hecouldnottellwhetherhewasprofoundlysadordeeplyhappy;buthewasnotashamedofthetearsthatbroughtthesmarttohiseyesandtheachetohisthroat。Hedidnothearthetimidrappingonhisdoor,anditwasnotuntilthedooritselfopenedthathelookedupquicklyandsawthelittleretireddressmakerstandingonthethreshold,carryingacupofteaonatinyJapanesetray。Sheheldittowardhim。
“Iwasmakingsometea,“shesaid,“andIthoughtyouwouldliketohaveacup。“
Neveraftercouldthelittledressmakerunderstandhowshehadbroughtherselftodothisthing。Onemomentshehadbeensittingquietlyonhersideofthepartition,stirringhercupofteawithoneofherGorhamspoons。Shewasquiet,shewaspeaceful。Theeveningwasclosingdowntranquilly。Herroomwasthepictureofcalmnessandorder。
Thegeraniumsbloominginthestarchboxesinthewindow,theagedgoldfishoccasionallyturninghisiridescentflanktocatchasuddenglowofthesettingsun。Thenextmomentshehadbeenalltrepidation。ItseemedtoherthemostnaturalthingintheworldtomakeasteamingcupofteaandcarryitintoOldGrannisnextdoor。Itseemedtoherthathewaswantingher,thatsheoughttogotohim。Withthebrusqueresolveandintrepiditythatsometimesseizesuponverytimidpeople——thecourageofthecowardgreaterthanallothers——shehadpresentedherselfattheoldEnglishman’shalf-opendoor,and,whenhehadnotheededherknock,hadpusheditopen,andatlast,afteralltheseyears,stooduponthethresholdofhisroom。Shehadfoundcourageenoughtoexplainherintrusion。
“Iwasmakingsometea,andIthoughtyouwouldliketohaveacup。“
OldGrannisdroppedhishandsuponeitherarmofhischair,and,leaningforwardalittle,lookedatherblankly。Hedidnotspeak。
Theretireddressmaker’scouragehadcarriedherthusfar;
nowitdesertedherasabruptlyasithadcome。Hercheeksbecamescarlet;herfunnylittlefalsecurlstrembledwithheragitation。Whatshehaddoneseemedtoherindecorousbeyondexpression。Itwasanenormity。Fancy,shehadgoneintohisroom,INTOHISROOM——MisterGrannis’sroom。
Shehaddonethis——shewhocouldnotpasshimonthestairswithoutaqualm。Whattodoshedidnotknow。Shestood,afixture,onthethresholdofhisroom,withoutevenresolutionenoughtobeataretreat。Helplessly,andwithalittlequaverinhervoice,sherepeatedobstinately:
“Iwasmakingsometea,andIthoughtyouwouldliketohaveacupoftea。“Heragitationbetrayeditselfintherepetitionoftheword。Shefeltthatshecouldnotholdthetrayoutanotherinstant。Alreadyshewastremblingsothathalftheteawasspilled。
OldGrannisstillkeptsilence,stillbendingforward,withwideeyes,hishandsgrippingthearmsofhischair。
Thenwiththetea-traystillheldstraightbeforeher,thelittledressmakerexclaimedtearfully:
“Oh,Ididn’tmean——Ididn’tmean——Ididn’tknowitwouldseemlikethis。Ionlymeanttobekindandbringyousometea;andnowitseemsSOimproper。I——I——I’mSO
ashamed!Idon’tknowwhatyouwillthinkofme。I——“shecaughtherbreath——“improper“——shemanagedtoexclaim,“unlady-like——youcanneverthinkwellofme——I’llgo。I’llgo。“Sheturnedabout。
“Stop,“criedOldGrannis,findinghisvoiceatlast。MissBakerpaused,lookingathimoverhershoulder,hereyesverywideopen,blinkingthroughhertears,foralltheworldlikeafrightenedchild。
“Stop,“exclaimedtheoldEnglishman,risingtohisfeet。
“Ididn’tknowitwasyouatfirst。Ihadn’tdreamed——I
couldn’tbelieveyouwouldbesogood,sokindtome。Oh,“
hecried,withasuddensharpbreath,“oh,youAREkind。
I——I——youhave——havemademeveryhappy。“
“No,no,“exclaimedMissBaker,readytosob。“Itwasunlady-like。Youwill——youmustthinkillofme。“Shestoodinthehall。Thetearswererunningdownhercheeks,andshehadnofreehandtodrythem。
“Letme——I’lltakethetrayfromyou,“criedOldGrannis,comingforward。Atremulousjoycameuponhim。Neverinhislifehadhebeensohappy。Atlastithadcome——comewhenhehadleastexpectedit。Thatwhichhehadlongedforandhopedforthroughsomanyyears,behold,itwascometo-
night。Hefelthisawkwardnessleavinghim。Hewasalmostcertainthatthelittledressmakerlovedhim,andthethoughtgavehimboldness。Hecametowardherandtookthetrayfromherhands,and,turningbackintotheroomwithit,madeasiftosetituponhistable。Butthepilesofhispamphletswereintheway。Bothofhishandswereoccupiedwiththetray;hecouldnotmakeaplaceforitonthetable。Hestoodforamomentuncertain,hisembarrassmentreturning。
“Oh,won’tyou——won’tyouplease——“Heturnedhishead,lookingappealinglyatthelittleolddressmaker。
“Wait,I’llhelpyou,“shesaid。Shecameintotheroom,uptothetable,andmovedthepamphletstooneside。
“Thanks,thanks,“murmuredOldGrannis,settingdownthetray。
“Now——now——nowIwillgoback,“sheexclaimed,hurriedly。
“No——no,“returnedtheoldEnglishman。“Don’tgo,don’tgo。
I’vebeensolonelyto-night——andlastnighttoo——allthisyear——allmylife,“hesuddenlycried。
“I——I——I’veforgottenthesugar。“
“ButInevertakesugarinmytea。“
“Butit’srathercold,andI’vespilledit——almostallofit。“
“I’lldrinkitfromthesaucer。“OldGrannishaddrawnuphisarmchairforher。
“Oh,Ishouldn’t。Thisis——thisisSO——Youmustthinkillofme。“Suddenlyshesatdown,andrestingherelbowsonthetable,hidherfaceinherhands。
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