Miss Arnott's Marriage
Copyright© 2024 by Richard Marsh
Chapter 23: The Two Men
Yet Mr Gilbert hesitated. He took his cigar from between his lips, carefully removed the ash, sipped at his coffee, and all the time kept his glance on Hugh Morice, as if he were desirous of gleaning from his face indications as to the exact line which his remarks should take. When he did speak he still continued to stare at his host.
“I have been retained to defend James Baker.”
“James Baker?”
“The man who is to stand his trial for the murder in Cooper’s Spinney.”
“Oh, Jim Baker. Hereabouts he is known as Jim. When you spoke of him as James, for the moment I didn’t know who you meant.”
“This morning I saw him in Winchester Gaol.”
“That is what you were doing in Winchester? Now I understand. How is he?”
“In a bad way. They may as well hang him as keep him jailed. He’s not at home in there.”
“So I should imagine. Jim Baker!”
Hugh Morice smiled sardonically, as if the idea of Jim Baker being in gaol was grimly humorous.
“That interview has resulted in placing me in a very curious quandary.”
“I should imagine that interviews with your clients did occasionally have results of that kind.”
“That’s so; but I don’t recall one which had just this result, and--I don’t like it. That’s why I’ve come to you.”
“I don’t see the sequitur. What have I to do with your quandaries?--that is, mind you, with your professional quandaries; because, outside your profession, as you’re perfectly well aware, I’m willing enough to help you in any kind of a hole.”
“This is both professional and unprofessional--that’s the trouble. Anyhow, I’m going to make you my confidant, and I shall expect you to give me some sort of a pointer.”
“What might you happen to be driving at? I take it that you don’t credit me with the capacity to read between lines which are non-existent.”
“I’ll tell you in a sentence. James--or, as you call him--Jim Baker has left the impression on my mind that it was Miss Arnott, of Exham Park, who killed that man in Cooper’s Spinney.”
“The scoundrel!”
“Generally speaking, perhaps, in this particular instance--I doubt it.”
“Do you mean to say that he formulated the charge in so many words?”
“He never formulated it at all. On the contrary, he didn’t even begin to make it. I fancy that if you were to go to him now, he’d say that he never so much as hinted at anything of the sort. But all the same it was so present in his mind that it got into mine. I have a knack, occasionally, of studying my clients’ minds rather than their words.”
“My good sir, if A is charged with a crime he quite constantly--sometimes unconsciously--tries to shift the guilt on to B.”
“As if I didn’t know it! Talk sense! There are times when I am able to detect the real from the counterfeit, and this is one. I tell you that Jim Baker is convinced that Miss Arnott stabbed that man in the wood, and that, if he chose, he could advance substantial reasons for the faith that is in him.”
“Good God! You--you shock me!”
“Are you sure I shock you?”
“What the devil do you mean by that? Look here, Gilbert, if you’ve come here to make yourself disagreeable you’ll have to excuse me if I go to bed.”
“My dear chap, why this sudden explosion! So far from wishing to make myself disagreeable my desire is all the other way; but you haven’t yet let me explain to you the nature of the quandary I am in.”
“I know Jim Baker better than you do. I’ve thrashed him within an inch of his life before to-day, and, by George! if what you say is true, I’d like to do it again. If you’ve come to retail any cock and bull stories emanating from that source I don’t want to listen to them--that’s plain.”
“Perfectly plain. I’ve come to retail cock and bull stories emanating from no source. If you’ll grant me thirty seconds I’ll tell you what the trouble is. The trouble is that I’ve been retained by Miss Arnott to defend Jim Baker.”
“The deuce!”
“Yes, as you observe, it is the deuce. She has behaved--in a pecuniary sense--very handsomely, and is apparently prepared--in that sense--to continue to behave very handsomely.”
“Then where’s the trouble if you’re well paid for the work you’re asked to do?”
“Supposing, for the sake of argument, that Miss Arnott is guilty, and that Jim Baker knows it, that, from one point of view, would be a sufficient reason why she should spend money like water in his defence, and I should be placed in a very awkward situation.”
“Are you taking it for granted that what that blackguard says--”
“Baker has said nothing.”
“That what he hints is true? Do you know Miss Arnott?”
“I don’t; do you?”
“Of course, she’s my neighbour.”
“But you’re some distance apart.”
“Nothing as we count it in the country.”
“Is she an old woman?”
“Old! She’s a girl!”
“A girl? Oh! now I perceive that we are getting upon delicate ground.”
“Gilbert, may I ask you to be extremely careful what you allow yourself to say.”
“I will be--extremely careful. May I take it that you are of opinion that there is no foundation for what Jim Baker believes?”
“What on earth have I to do with what Jim Baker believes or with what he chooses to make you think he believes?”
“Precisely; I am not connecting you with his belief in any way whatever. What I am asking is, are you of opinion that he has no ground for his belief?”
“How should I know what ground he has or thinks he has? That fellow’s mind--what he has of it--is like a rabbit warren, all twists and turns.”
The speaker had risen from his chair. Possibly with some intention of showing that he did not find the theme a pleasant one, he had taken down a billiard cue. The lawyer watched him as he prepared to make a shot.
“Morice, do you know to what conclusion you are driving me?”
“I don’t know, and I don’t care. Come and have a game.”
“Thank you, I don’t mind. But first, I should like to tell you what that conclusion is. You are forcing me to think that Jim Baker’s belief is yours.”
Mr Morice did not make his shot. Instead, he stood up straight, gripping his cue almost as if he meant to use it as a weapon.
“Gilbert!”
“It’s no use glaring at me like that. I’m impervious to threats. I’ve been the object of too many. Let me tell you something else. A faint suspicion, which I had before I came here, has become almost a certainty. I believe that Baker saw what that young woman did and I believe you saw her also.”
“You hound! Damn you! I’d like to throw you out of the house!”
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