No, I responded. Unfortunately I am totally blind.
Blind! gasped the voice, in apparent amazement. Then that accounts for your accident!
But where am I? I inquired eagerly.
You need not trouble, I assure you, answered the voice, pleasantly. You are with friends.
Then I am not in a hospital?
Certainly not. Having witnessed your accident, I am trying to do what little I can for you.
The voice was low-pitched; and, further, it struck me as being disguised.
May I not know the name of my good Samaritan? I inquired.
The name is entirely unnecessary, the voice responded. From your card-case I see that your name is Heaton, and that you live in Essex Street, Strand.
Yes, I answered.
How long have you been blind? the voice inquired, hoarse and deep. I knew that it was disguised by certain of the syllables being pronounced differently in various words.
For a year or more, I answered.
And does your head still pain you very much? inquired the voice, while at the same moment I felt a cool hand placed upon my throbbing brow.
In an instant I seized it by the wrist. The hand tried to wrench itself free, but not before I had felt the slimness of the fingers, the rings upon them, and the softness of the palm.
It was a womans. She had cleverly disguised her voice to cause me to believe that it was a mans. I placed my right hand upon her arm and felt it bare. Upon her wrist was a curious bracelet, thin but strangely pliable, evidently made of some ingeniously worked and twisted wire.
The arm was bare; her skirts were of silk. My nurse was evidently in an evening toilette.
Although I cannot see you, madam, I thank you for your kind attention, I said, a trifle piqued that she should have endeavoured to mislead me by her voice.
She drew her hand away quickly, with a slight cry, as though annoyed at my discovery.
I witnessed your accident, she explained simply, in a sweet, well-modulated voice, evidently her own. By her tone, she was no doubt young, and I wondered whether she were pretty.
How did it happen? Tell me, I urged.
You were crossing the road, and were knocked down by a cab. My doctor has already examined you, and says that you are not seriously hurt. It is a mere scalp-wound, therefore you may rest content, and congratulate yourself upon a very narrow escape.
I congratulate myself upon failing into the hands of a friend, I said.
Oh, it is really nothing! exclaimed my unknown hostess. In a few hours you will, no doubt, be all right. Rest, and in the morning the carriage shall take you home.
Then it is not yet morning? I inquired, vaguely wondering what hour it might be.
No, not yet.
The response sounded afar off, and I felt somehow that my strength was suddenly failing me. A heavy, drowsy feeling crept over me, and my mind seemed filled with conflicting thoughts, until I fell asleep, the cool, soft, sympathetic hand still upon my brow.
When I awoke it was with a refreshed feeling. No one was, however, in my immediate vicinity. My kind protectress had left me, yet I heard voices in conversation in the adjoining room. The door communicating was closed, but there was the unmistakable pop of a champagne-cork and a jingling of thin glasses that told of festivity. In whose house, I wondered, was I a guest? Already I had inquired, but had been refused information.
Suddenly the voices were hushed, and I could distinguish a woman saying
I tell, you hes blind stone blind. If you doubt me, hold that before his face and see if he flinches. A mans voice sounded in a low growl in response, then all was silent again. Only the ticking of a clock somewhere near me broke the stillness.
Whispers, like low, suspicious exchanges of confidence, soon afterwards reached my ears. The door had opened silently, and a few seconds later I felt the soft hand of my protectress again upon my forehead. My sightless eyes were wide open, and by that she, of course, knew that I was awake.
Are you better after your sleep? the well-cultivated voice inquired concernedly.
Very much, I answered, raising myself upon my elbows. But I have troubled you far too long, and will go, if you will kindly instruct your servant to call me a cab.
Oh dear no, the voice answered pleasantly. I couldnt think of allowing you to go home at this hour, and in your weak state, too. It would be madness. Continue your rest, and you will be quite right again in the morning.
You are extremely kind, I protested, but I really couldnt think of remaining longer.
Would you like to repay me for what you so very generously term my kindness? she asked. If so, I would only ask one little favour.
Certainly. I will grant it if it lies within my power, I responded.
Well, it is that you would scribble your name here, in this birthday book of mine. It will be a little souvenir of this evening.
But I cannot write well nowadays. I cant see, you know, I protested.
But you can write your signature. If the handwriting is uneven I will forgive you, in the circumstances, the voice said merrily; and a moment later she placed a pen with a handle of ivory or pearl within my hand.
What day of the month? inquired the sweet voice.
The second of July, I answered, laughing; and my unknown friend, having opened the book at that page, guided my hand to the paper, whereon I scrawled my name.
She took both pen and book, and by the departing swish of her skirts I knew that she had left me and had passed into the adjoining room.
A strange picture arose in my mind. Was she beautiful? At any rate her surroundings were elegant, and her low musical voice was that of a young and refined girl of twenty or so.
I listened, lying there helpless and sorely puzzled. Again curious whisperings in subdued tones sounded from beyond, but almost at that same moment some one commenced to play upon the piano Chopins Andante-Spinato, which prevented me from distinguishing either the words uttered or the trend of the discussion.
For several minutes the sound of the piano filled the room, the touch, light and delicate, seeming to be that of a woman, when, of a sudden, there was a loud smashing of glass, and a womans shrill, piercing scream rang out, accompanied by the sound of some heavy object falling to the floor.
In an instant the music ceased, and at the same moment I heard a mans voice cry wildly
Good God! Youve why, youve killed her!
Next second there sounded a rapid scuffling of feet, a chair was overturned and broken, and from the quick panting and muttered ejaculations it seemed as though two persons had closed in deadly embrace. In their frantic, desperate struggle they advanced into the room where I was, and I, still utterly helpless, with only a dark void about me, raised myself in horror and alarm. The mans words held me appalled.
Some terrible tragedy had occurred. My kind protectress had been murdered.
The other two persons, whoever they were, fought fiercely quite close to me, and I could distinctly detect from the vain efforts to shout made by the weaker, that the stronger held him by the throat, and was endeavouring to strangle him.
Of a sudden there was a quick, dull thud, the unmistakable sound of a heavy blow, followed by a short agonised cry.
Ah-h! shrieked the voice of the person struck; and at the same instant a great weight fell back inertly upon me as I was lying, nearly crushing the breath from me.