"Mrs.Boyne, you're not very well.Shall I call somebody? Shall I get a glass of water?""No, no, no!" She threw herself toward him, her hand frantically clenching the newspaper."I tell you, it's the man! I KNOW him! He spoke to me in the garden!"Parvis took the journal from her, directing his glasses to the portrait."It can't be, Mrs.Boyne.It's Robert Elwell.""Robert Elwell?" Her white stare seemed to travel into space."Then it was Robert Elwell who came for him.""Came for Boyne? The day he went away?" Parvis's voice dropped as hers rose.He bent over, laying a fraternal hand on her, as if to coax her gently back into her seat."Why, Elwell was dead! Don't you remember?"Mary sat with her eyes fixed on the picture, unconscious of what he was saying.
"Don't you remember Boyne's unfinished letter to me--the one you found on his desk that day? It was written just after he'd heard of Elwell's death." She noticed an odd shake in Parvis's unemotional voice."Surely you remember that!" he urged her.
Yes, she remembered: that was the profoundest horror of it.Elwell had died the day before her husband's disappearance; and this was Elwell's portrait; and it was the portrait of the man who had spoken to her in the garden.She lifted her head and looked slowly about the library.The library could have borne witness that it was also the portrait of the man who had come in that day to call Boyne from his unfinished letter.Through the misty surgings of her brain she heard the faint boom of half- forgotten words--words spoken by Alida Stair on the lawn at Pangbourne before Boyne and his wife had ever seen the house at Lyng, or had imagined that they might one day live there.
"This was the man who spoke to me," she repeated.
She looked again at Parvis.He was trying to conceal his disturbance under what he imagined to be an expression of indulgent commiseration; but the edges of his lips were blue."He thinks me mad; but I'm not mad," she reflected; and suddenly there flashed upon her a way of justifying her strange affirmation.
She sat quiet, controlling the quiver of her lips, and waiting till she could trust her voice to keep its habitual level; then she said, looking straight at Parvis: "Will you answer me one question, please? When was it that Robert Elwell tried to kill himself?""When--when?" Parvis stammered."Yes; the date.Please try to remember."She saw that he was growing still more afraid of her."I have a reason," she insisted gently.
"Yes, yes.Only I can't remember.About two months before, I should say.""I want the date," she repeated.
Parvis picked up the newspaper."We might see here," he said, still humoring her.He ran his eyes down the page."Here it is.Last October-- the--"She caught the words from him."The 20th, wasn't it?" With a sharp look at her, he verified."Yes, the 20th.Then you DID know?""I know now." Her white stare continued to travel past him."Sunday, the 20th--that was the day he came first."Parvis's voice was almost inaudible."Came HERE first?" "Yes.""You saw him twice, then?"
"Yes, twice." She breathed it at him with dilated eyes."He came first on the 20th of October.I remember the date because it was the day we went up Meldon Steep for the first time." She felt a faint gasp of inward laughter at the thought that but for that she might have forgotten.
Parvis continued to scrutinize her, as if trying to intercept her gaze."We saw him from the roof," she went on."He came down the lime-avenue toward the house.He was dressed just as he is in that picture.My husband saw him first.He was frightened, and ran down ahead of me; but there was no one there.He had vanished.""Elwell had vanished?" Parvis faltered.
"Yes." Their two whispers seemed to grope for each other."I couldn't think what had happened.I see now.He TRIED to come then; but he wasn't dead enough--he couldn't reach us.He had to wait for two months; and then he came back again--and Ned went with him."She nodded at Parvis with the look of triumph of a child who has successfully worked out a difficult puzzle.But suddenly she lifted her hands with a desperate gesture, pressing them to her bursting temples.
"Oh, my God! I sent him to Ned--I told him where to go! I sent him to this room!" she screamed out.
She felt the walls of the room rush toward her, like inward falling ruins; and she heard Parvis, a long way off, as if through the ruins, crying to her, and struggling to get at her.But she was numb to his touch, she did not know what he was saying.Through the tumult she heard but one clear note, the voice of Alida Stair, speaking on the lawn at Pangbourne.
"You won't know till afterward," it said."You won't know till long, long afterward."
The End of Afterward
