being very like one。 That young woman needs attention； if I am any
judge of appearances； and I'm going in there。〃 〃No use； Doc；〃
Maitland replied； 〃the door is locked； and she either cannot or
will not open it。 I knocked there for an hour； hoping to be able
to comfort her。 It's no use for you to try； she won't open the
door。〃 〃Won't； eh！ then I'll go through it！〃 I exclaimed； in a
tone that so amazed Maitland that he seized me by the shoulders and
gazed fixedly into my face。 〃It's all right； George；〃 I said；
answering his look。 〃I'm going in there； and I'm not going to be
at all delicate about my entrance either。〃
He looked at me a little doubtfully； but I could see that； on the
whole； he was pleased with my decision。 I went into the hall and
knocked loudly on the door。 There was no response。 I kicked it
till I must have been heard all over the house； but still there
was no response。 It was now clear I should not enter by invitation；
so I went up four or five stairs of the flight opposite the door and
from that position sprang against it。 I am not； if you remember； a
heavy man； but momentum is MV and I made up in the 'V' what I lacked
in the 'M。' The door opened inwardly； and I tore it from its hinges
and precipitated both myself and it into the centre of the apartment。
As I look back upon this incident I regard it as the most precipitous
thing I ever did in the way of a professional visit。 If the young
lady started at all； she did so before I had gathered myself together
sufficiently to notice it。 I spoke to her； but she gave no evidence
of hearing me。 I raised her head。 Her eyes were wide open and
stared full at me； yet in such a blank way that I knew she did not
hear me。 The contraction of the brows； the knotted appearance of
the forehead； and the rigor of the face told me she was under an
all…but…breaking tension。 There were tear…stains from tears which
long since had ceased to flow。 The fire of fever had dried them up。
I regarded her case as far more desperate than Gwen's and determined
to lose no time in taking charge of it。 It seemed to me so like
sacrilege to touch her without an explanation that； though I knew
she could not understand me； I said to her； as I took her in my arms。
〃You are ill； and I must take you away from here。〃
She was just blossoming into womanhood and her form had that
exquisite roundness and grace which it is the particular function
of fashion to annihilate。 If I held her closely； I think all
bachelors will agree that it was because this very roundness made
her heavy； if I did not put her down immediately I reached Maitland's
room； it is because； as a doctor of medicine； I have my own ideas as
to how a couch should be fixed before a patient is laid upon it。
Maitland may say what he pleases； but I know how important these
things are in sickness； and you know； quick as he is in most things；
George has moments when his head is so much in the clouds that he
doesn't know what he is doing； and moves as if he were in a dream
set to dirge music。 He kept telling me to 〃put her on the couch！
… put her on the couch！〃 To this day； he fondly believes that when
I finally did release her； it was as the result of his advice； rather
than because he had at last made a suitable bed for her。
I sent Maitland for some medicine； which I knew would relax the
tension she was under and make it possible for her to sleep。 When
I had administered this； Maitland and I talked the matter over and
we decided to take her at once to my house； where； with Gwen； she
could share the watchful care of my sister Alice。 This we did；
though I was not without some misgivings as to Gwen's attitude in
the matter when she should recover sufficiently to know of it。 I
expressed my doubts to Maitland and he replied： 〃Give yourself no
uneasiness on that score； Miss Darrow is too womanly to visit the
sins of a guilty father upon an unoffending daughter； and； besides；
this man； … it seems that his real name is Latour； not Cazenove； …=20
has a right to be judged innocent until his guilt is proved。〃
I found this to be sage counsel； for； when Gwen was able to
understand what I had done； she exhibited no antipathy toward the
new member of our household； but； on the contrary； became exceedingly
interested in her。 I was especially glad of this； not only on
account of Miss Latour； the suspect's daughter； but also because the
one thing Gwen needed above all others was something to challenge
her interest。 She had again relapsed into the old； state of passive
endurance； wherein nothing seemed to reach her consciousness。 Her
actions appeared to flow more from her nerve…centres than from her
mind。 She moved like an automaton。 There is scarcely any condition
of which I am more fearful than this。 The patient becomes wax in
one's hands。 She will do anything without a murmur； or as willingly
refrain from anything。 She simply is indifferent to life and all
that therein is。 Is it any wonder； then； that I rejoiced to see
Gwen interest herself in poor Jeannette？ It was a long time；
however； before Jeannette repaid this interest with anything more
than a dreamy； far…off gaze； that refused to focus itself upon
anything。 As time wore on； however； I noticed with relief that there
was a faint expression of wonder in her look； and； as this daily
grew stronger； I knew she was beginning to realise her novel
surroundings and to ask herself if she were still dreaming。 Yet she
did not speak； she seemed to fear the sound of her own voice and to
determine to solve； unaided； the mystery confronting her。 I
requested that no one question her or make any attempt to induce
her to break silence； for I knew the time would come when she would
do so of her own free will。 As it happened； her first words were
spoken to me； and； as my writing this recalls the event； a thrill
of pleasurable pain passes through me。 You may think this foolish；
the more so； indeed； when you learn that nothing was said to warrant
such a feeling； but I must urge upon you not to let your satisfied
heart set itself up as judge in bachelor regions。
I had been mixing some medicine for her and was holding the cup to
her lips that she might drink the draught。 She laid her hand upon
my wrist and gently put the cup aside； saying； as she gazed
thoughtfully at me： 〃Did you not bring me here？〃 〃Yes；〃 I replied。
She reached for the cup； and drinking its contents； sank back upon
the pillows with a half…satisfied look upon her face； as if my reply
had cleared up one mystery； but left many more to be solved。
》From this day Jeannette steadily improved； and within two weeks she
and Gwen had come to a very good understanding。 It was plainly
evident that Alice； too； came in for a very good share of the little
French girl's love。 They did not exchange confidences to any great
degree； for； as Maitland used to say； Alice was one of those rare；
sweet women who say but little； but seem to act upon all around them
by a sort of catalysis； sweetening the atmosphere by their very
presence。
CHAPTER II
Belief； though it be as ample as the ocean； does not always
similarly swell in crystallising。 It has； however； its point of
maximum density； but this； not infrequently； is also ifs point
of minimum knowledge。
During all these days Gwen was gaining rapidly。 Maitland came to
visit us almost every night； and he told Gwen that he did not feel
altogether certain that； in arresting M。 Latour； the law had secured
her father's real assassin。 It would be necessary to account for；
he told her； some very singular errors in his early calculations if
M。 Latour was the man。
〃When first I took up my abode under the same roof with him；〃 he
said； 〃I had no doubt that we had at last run down our man。 Now；
although another detective has come to the same conclusion； I myself
have many misgivings； and you may be assured； Miss Darrow； that I
shall lose no time in getting these doubts answered one way or the
other。 At present you may say to your friend Jeannette that I am
straining every nerve in her father's behalf。〃
Why all this should so please Gwen I was at a loss to comprehend；
but I could not fail to see that it did please her greatly。 She
had been the most anxious of us all to see her father's murderer
brought to justice； and now； when through the efforts of M。 Godin；
a man stood all but convicted of the crime； she was pleased to hear
Maitland； whose efforts to track Latour she had applauded in no
equivocal way； say that he should spare no pains to give the suspect
every possible chance to prove his innocence。 There was certainly
a reason； whatever it might have been； for Gwen's attitude in this
matter； for that young woman was exceptionally rational in all
things。 Nothing of especial moment occurred between this time and
the beginning of the trial。 Maitland； for the most part； kept his
own counsel and gave us little information other than a hint that
he still thought there was a chance of clearing M。 Latour。
With this end in view he had become an associate attorney with
Jenkins in order the better to conduct M。 Latour's case along the
lines which seemed to him the most promising。 I asked him on one
occasion what led him to entertain a hope that Latour could be
cleared and he replied： 〃A good many things。〃 〃Well； then；〃 I
rejoined； 〃what are some of them？〃 He hesitated a moment and then
replied laughingly： 〃You see I hate to acknowledge the falsity of
my theories。 I said shortly after the murder was committed that I
thought the assassin was short and probably did not weigh over one
hundred and thirty…five pounds； that he most likely had some especial
reason for concealing his footprints； and that he had a peculiarity
in his gait。 I felt tolerably sure then of all this； but now it
turns out that M。 Latour is six feet tall in his stockings； and thin；
and that； emaciated as he is； he tips the scales at one hundred and
fifty pounds by reason of his large frame。 His feet are as
commonplace as … as yours； Doc； and his gait as regular as … mine。
Is it to be expected that I am going to give up all my pet illusio