The jewels, trembling under the impulse of the movement by which they
had been deposited upon the table, sparkled as if with resentful
brilliance at having been thus darkly immured, and for an appreciable
interval they compelled the attention of all; then every eye was turned
upon the accused minister.
But these inquisitorial glances came too late. Amazement, bewilderment,
a sense of outrage, and hot indignation, had been reeled across the
screen of his features; but that was in the ticking seconds while the
gaze of all was on the envelope and then upon the diamonds and their
aggressive scintillations. Now the curious eyes rested upon a man who,
after a moment in which to think, had visioned himself surrounded and
overwhelmed by circumstances that were absolutely damning,—his own
conduct of the last few minutes the most damning of all. His face was
as white as the paper of the envelope which contained the irrefutable
evidence. His eyes revolved uncertainly and then went questioningly
from face to face in the circle round him as if for confirmation of the
conclusion to which the logic of his own mind forced him irresistibly.
In not one was that confirmation wanting.
"But," he protested wildly, and then his glance broke down. "It has
come," he murmured hoarsely, covering his face with his hands. "It has
come!"
His cross had come!
Some odd, disastrous chain of sequences which he had not yet had time to
reason out had fixed this crime on him. By another equally disastrous
chain of sequences, he must bear its guilt or be false to his
confessor’s vow. Especially must he bear it, if he would shield that
doting mother who trusted him and loved him.
As if to hold himself together, he clasped his arms before him, and his
chin sunk forward on his breast. As if to accustom his mind to the new
view from which he must look out upon the world, he closed his eyes.
The heaving chest, the tense jaws, the quivering lips, and the mop of
hair that fell disheveled round his temples, all combined to make up the
convincing picture of a strong man breaking.
Not one of those present, crass or sympathetic, but felt himself the
witness to a tragedy in which a man of noble aspirations had been
overtaken and hopelessly crushed by an ingrained weakness which had
expressed itself in sordid crime.
Even the hard face of Searle softened. With the diamonds gleaming where
they lay, he began mechanically to replace the contents of the box. But
at the first sound of rustling papers, the minister appeared to rouse
again. He had stood all alone. No one had touched him. No one had
addressed him. The most indifferent in this circle were stricken dumb
by the spectacle of his fall, while his friends were almost as much
appalled and dazed as he himself appeared to be.
"I suppose," he said with melancholy interest, at the same time moving
round the table to the box, "that I may take it now."
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