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And Dale, watching, felt as if his whole heart had been melted, and as if it was streaming across the room in a warm vapor of gratitude. "My interest," said Mr. Barradine, "is simply public spirit; although it is quite true that I know Mr. Dale personally. Indeed, he and his wife have been friends with me and my family for more years than I care to count." Dale caught his breath and coughed.
Barradine was at the Abbey, and that he would come to her at the Cottage. She sent a letter inviting him to do so. There was no answer for four days. Then Mr. Barradine wrote to her from London; and she went up on Friday afternoon, and saw him at Grosvenor Place. "He said he'd engaged rooms for me at an hotel, and I was to go there; and I went there." "What hotel?"
Then he went away slowly and sadly, and he kept on nodding his head in the same doleful manner long after the door was shut just on the chance that the servants might look out of the hail windows and see it before he vanished round the corner. He could think now, as well as he had ever done. It was of prime importance that no outsiders should ever learn that Everard Barradine had injured him.
He acted on the maxim, risking his life freely, courting dangers that he would have avoided in the days before the day on which he executed Mr. Barradine. Executed yes. But God would not have authorized him, although Judge Lynch would. God would say: "It must be left to Me. I will attend to it in My own good time.
He had been on the point of saying, "I never will admit it;" but the words would not come out. He must not interrupt. This was Heaven-sent advocacy. Mr. Barradine went on quietly and grandly.
Barradine, simply asking him to exert this influence on behalf of her husband; and the reply the letter that she tore up was in these words: "I will do what I can; but why don't you come and ask me yourself?" Of course she knew what that meant. It was at the railway station, when bidding Dale good-by, that she made up her mind to save him at all costs.
Barradine that did the trick for me;" and with enthusiasm he narrated the gloriously opportune arrival of "the friend at court." Indeed his enthusiasm was so great that he could not keep still while speaking. He got off the bed, and walked about the room, brandishing his arms. "He's just a tip-topper. If you could have been there to hear him, you wouldn't 'a' left off crying yet.
Barradine had left her two thousand pounds, and this sum was to be paid to her free of all duties.
He understood that the law which he had himself set up was to be binding now. He must execute himself, as he had executed Everard Barradine. It is for this, the hour of hopelessness and despair, that God has been waiting. Now it is God's good time. God has slowly taught him his worthlessness and infamy, so that he may die despairing.
"Yes, you shall take my boots off for me. That's all you're fit for." And in spite of his anguish of resentment, Dale dared not refuse. The man had moved to a divan, he reclined upon his back, lifted his feet; and Dale, pretending to laugh it off as a bit of fun, took him by the heels. Then he uttered a terrified cry because he saw it was Barradine, dead, battered, with glassy staring eyes.
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