I put a question to him--the first that I had asked yet.
"Had you or your brother any fear at that time of the charge which has since been brought against you?" I said.
"No such thought entered our heads, sir," Ambrose answered. "How could we foresee that the neighbors would search the kiln, and say what they have said of us? All we feared was, that the old man might hear of the quarrel, and be bitterer against us than ever. I was the more anxious of the two to keep things secret, because I had Naomi to consider as well as the old man. Put yourself in my place, and you will own, sir, that the prospect at home was not a pleasant one for me, if John Jago really kept away from the farm, and if it came out that it was all my doing."
(This was certainly an explanation of his conduct; but it was not satisfactory to my mind.)
"As you believe, then," I went on, "John Jago has carried out his threat of not returning to the farm? According to you, he is now alive, and in hiding somewhere?"
"Certainly!" said Ambrose.
"Certainly!" repeated Naomi.
"Do you believe the report that he was seen traveling on the railway to New York?"
"I believe it firmly, sir; and, what is more, I believe I was on his track. I was only too anxious to find him; and I say I could have found him if they would have let me stay in New York."
I looked at Naomi.
"I believe it too," she said. "John Jago is keeping away."
"Do you suppose he is afraid of Ambrose and Silas?"
She hesitated.
"He may be afraid of them," she replied, with a strong emphasis on the word "may."
"But you don't think it likely?"
She hesitated again. I pressed her again.
"Do you think there is any other motive for his absence?"
Her eyes dropped to the floor. She answered obstinately, almost doggedly,
"I can't say."
I addressed myself to Ambrose.
"Have you anything more to tell us?" I asked.
"No," he said. "I have told you all I know about it."
I rose to speak to the lawyer whose services I had retained. He had helped us to get the order of admission, and he had accompanied us to the prison. Seated apart he had kept silence throughout, attentively watching the effect of Ambrose Meadowcroft's narrative on the officers of the prison and on me.
"Is this the defense?" I inquired, in a whisper.
"This is the defense, Mr. Lefrank. What do you think, between ourselves?"
"Between ourselves, I think the magistrate will commit them for trial."
"On the charge of murder?"
"Yes, on the charge of murder."
CHAPTER VIII.
THE CONFESSION.
MY replies to the lawyer accurately expressed the conviction in my mind. The narrative related by Ambrose had all the appearance, in my eyes, of a fabricated story, got up, and clumsily got up, to pervert the plain meaning of the circumstantial evidence produced by the prosecution. I reached this conclusion reluctantly and regretfully, for Naomi's sake. I said all I could say to shake the absolute confidence which she felt in the discharge of the prisoners at the next examination.
The day of the adjourned inquiry arrived.
Naomi and I again attended the court together. Mr. Meadowcroft was unable, on this occasion, to leave the house. His daughter was present, walking to the court by herself, and occupying a seat by herself.
On his second appearance at the "bar," Silas was more composed, and more like his brother. No new witnesses were called by the prosecution. We began the battle over the medical evidence relating to the charred bones; and, to some extent, we won the victory. In other words, we forced the doctors to acknowledge that they differed widely in their opinions. Three confessed that they were not certain. Two went still further, and declared that the bones were the bones of an animal, not of a man. We made the most of this; and then we entered upon the defense, founded on Ambrose Meadowcroft's story.
Necessarily, no witnesses could be called on our side. Whether this circumstance discouraged him, or whether he privately shared my opinion of his client's statement, I cannot say. It is only certain that the lawyer spoke mechanically, doing his best, no doubt, but doing it without genuine conviction or earnestness on his own part. Naomi cast an anxious glance at me as he sat down. The girl's hand, as I took it, turned cold in mine. She saw plain signs of the failure of the defense in the look and manner of the counsel for the prosecution; but she waited resolutely until the presiding magistrate announced his decision. I had only too clearly foreseen what he would feel it to be his duty to do. Naomi's head dropped on my shoulder as he said the terrible words which committed Ambrose and Silas Meadowcroft to take their trial on the charge of murder.
I led her out of the court into the air. As I passed the "bar," I saw Ambrose, deadly pale, looking after us as we left him: the magistrate's decision had evidently daunted him. His brother Silas had dropped in abject terror on the jailer's chair; the miserable wretch shook and shuddered dumbly, like a cowed dog.
Miss Meadowcroft returned with us to the farm, preserving unbroken silence on the way back. I could detect nothing in her bearing which suggested any compassionate feeling for the prisoners in her stern and secret nature. On Naomi's withdrawal to her own room, we were left together for a few minutes; and then, to my astonishment, the outwardly merciless woman showed me that she, too, was one of Eve's daughters, and could feel and suffer, in her own hard way, like the rest of us. She suddenly stepped close up to me, and laid her hand on my arm.
"You are a lawyer, ain't you?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Have you had any experience in your profession?"
"Ten years' experience."
"Do you think--" She stopped abruptly; her hard face softened; her eyes dropped to the ground. "Never mind," she said, confusedly. "I'm upset by all this misery, though I may not look like it. Don't notice me."
She turned away. I waited, in the firm persuasion that the unspoken question in her mind would sooner or later force its way to utterance by her lips.