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Updated: June 3, 2025
If Cardillac knew what Rupert Craven almost knew, would not his horror be the same? The world, did it only know. . . . To-morrow was the day of the Dublin match. Olva and Cardillac were both playing, and at the end of the game choice might be made between them. Did Olva care? He did not know . . . but Margaret was coming, and, in the back of his mind, he wanted to show her what he could do.
Only, in all the vast place, the white body and rows of white faces raised to it. Olva and Bunning found seats in a corner. 'Oh! for the arms of Jesus. I want you to think for a moment of the meaning of the words before you sing." There followed the rustling of many pages and then a heavy, emotional silence.
Here there was interruption. Several men came rattling; laughing and shouting, down the staircase behind Lawrence and Olva. "Oh, damn!" said Lawrence, slowly turning round upon them. Cardillac was there, also Bobby Galleon, Rupert Craven, and one or two more. Cardillac shouted. "Hullo, Lawrence, old man. Is it true, as they say, that you've been sitting at the feet of our dearly beloved Gregg?
"I won't go out of it," said Olva. "I'll write if you'd like and perhaps we'll meet. I'll be always your friend. And look here I'll tell Margaret Miss Craven about you, and she'll ask you to go and see her, and if you two are friends it'll be a kind of alliance between all of us, won't it?" Bunning was happier "Oh, but she'll think me such an ass!"
It's the sort of thing it's been for weeks the sort of thing that you read of in books or see at the Adelphi; and I'm not that kind of fellow. I tell you I've been mad all this last month, getting it on the brain, seeing things night and day. My one idea was to make you own up to it, but I never thought of what was going to happen when you did." Olva let him work it out.
I wish you hadn't!" There was the whole of Craven's young struggle with an astounding world in that cry. Then, after that, there was a long silence, and had some one come into the room he would have looked at the two men before the fire and have supposed that they were gently and comfortably falling off to sleep. Olva at last said; "Of course I know that you have suspected me for a long time.
Olva broke out suddenly. "After all not such a bad way to die swift enough. I don't suppose Carfax valued life especially." "Oh! he enjoyed it enjoyed it like anything. And that it should be taken so trivially, for no reason at all.
Nevertheless the Historical Society prospered, and Olva one evening, driven he knew not by what impulse, attended its meeting. When he entered Mr. Gregg's room some dozen men were already seated there. The walls were hung with groups in which a younger and even thinner Mr. Gregg was displayed, a curious figure in "shorts." The men in the room were embarrassed and silent.
Half-way down the hall there was Bunning, and Olva could see, as he passed up the room, that the man was trembling and was pressing his hands down upon the table to hold his body still. When Olva had sat down and the cheering had passed again into the cheerful hum that was customary, the first voice that greeted him was Cardillac's. "Congratulations, old man. I'm delighted."
Olva felt an increasing excitement as he moved. It was an excitement that had some basis in the stir that was about him, in the murmur like bees of the crowd, in the soft stirring of grey branches above the walls of the street against the night sky, in the golden lights that, set in dim towers, shone high up above their heads.
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