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As I turned the problem over in my mind, however, one phrase at last came back to me a phrase which Hilda herself had let fall when we were debating a very similar point about poor Hugo Le Geyt: "If I were in his place, what do you think I would do? why, hide myself at once in the greenest recesses of our Carnarvonshire mountains." She must have gone to Wales, then.
All kinds, good and bad, quick and slow, can be driven to it at last. The quick-tempered stab or kick; the slow devise some deliberate means of ridding themselves of their burden." "But surely we might caution Le Geyt of his danger!" "It is useless. He would not believe us. We cannot be at his elbow to hold back his hand when the bad moment comes.
I groaned out at last; "for us who know all that poor Le Geyt will be hanged for it! Hanged for attempting to protect his children!" "He will NOT be hanged," my witch answered, with the same unquestioning confidence as ever. "Why not?" I asked, astonished once more at this bold prediction. She went on bandaging the arm of the patient whom she was attending.
The sea ran high; tide coming in; the sou'-wester still increasing in force to a gale; at the signal-staff on the cliff, the danger-cone was hoisted. White spray danced in air. Big black clouds rolled up seething from windward; low thunder rumbling; a storm threatened. One of the men was Le Geyt, the other a fisherman. He jumped in, and put off through the surf with an air of triumph.
"As if a clever man-of-the-world like Hugo Le Geyt would run away by rail, or start off to the Continent! Every Englishman is noticeable on the Continent. It would be sheer madness!" "You think he has not gone there, then?" I cried, deeply interested. "Of course not. That is the point I hinted at just now.
"So plausible," I answered, looking it straight in the face, "that... it has but one weak point. We might make a coroner's jury or even a common jury accept it, on Sebastian's expert evidence. Sebastian can work wonders; but we could never make " Hilda Wade finished the sentence for me as I paused: "Hugo Le Geyt consent to advance it." I lowered my head. "You have said it," I answered.
Mind, I say ALMOST, for I never will allow that any Frenchman could do anything QUITE so good, quite so funnily mock-human, as your marabouts and professors." "What a charming hostess Mrs. Le Geyt makes," the painter observed to me, after lunch. "Such tact! Such discrimination!... AND, what a devoted stepmother!"
Hugo, knowing that they had disagreed, knowing that the servants had heard, and seeing her fall suddenly dead before him, was seized with horror the Le Geyt impulsiveness! lost his head; rushed out; fancied the accident would be mistaken for murder. But why? A Q.C., don't you know! Recently married! Most attached to his wife. It is plausible, isn't it?"
"Now, Mr. Le Geyt is essentially a Celt a Celt in temperament," she went on; "he comes by origin and ancestry from a rough, heather-clad country; he belongs to the moorland. In other words, his type is the mountaineer's. But a mountaineer's instinct in similar circumstances is what? Why, to fly straight to his native mountains.
That movement of the arm! It was not it could not be no, no, not Hugo! A very ordinary person; and Le Geyt bore the stamp of a born gentleman. He stood up bare at last. He flung out his arms, as if to welcome the boisterous wind to his naked bosom. Then, with a sudden burst of recognition, the man stood revealed. We had bathed together a hundred times in London and elsewhere.
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