CHAPTER IX
A WAITING WIFE'S DISCOVERY
In the sight of the harbor of New York the ship slowed down, and thetender came alongside.
The customs officers and port sanitary authority came aboard.
Soon after the liner was moored at her pier, and in compliance with thesignal she had hoisted, the police came on board.
Not a passenger was allowed to land until the officers had thoroughlygone into their characters, and investigated the details which thecaptain had thoughtfully put on paper.
Every passenger, his address, description, and destination had beenlisted; the evidence of the second mate, doctor, steward, and purser hadbeen committed to paper and signed.
The two berthed cabin spoke for itself--eloquently.
The passengers were allowed to land at last. There was no reasonableexcuse for their further detention.
The crowds waiting on shore had wondered at the delay, but the firstman off told the news, and it spread.
The extra editions of the newspapers sold well that evening. It is anill wind which fails to inflate the circulation of the newspapers.
The people assembled at the pier gradually dispersed, moving away withthe friends they had come to meet, until at last only the working staffof boat and shore hands were around.
The public had gone home--all save one member of it, a tall, bony,dressed in country style woman.
She had started from home with whole white cotton gloves on.
As she stood watching the boat now, there was not a whole finger left inone of the gloves--she had nibbled them off in her anxiety.
She attracted the attention of the hands discharging the cargo, and wasthe object, among themselves, of many humorous remarks.
"Waitin' for some one, missus?" at last one of the men inquired of her.
She was glad. She had been afraid to come forward and make inquiries.Now the spell was broken, she said:
"Yes. Have all the passengers landed?"
"There's one--or two--still aboard," the man answered, grimly.
But the grimness was lost on the woman. She gave a sigh of relief. Shehad yet to learn that the passengers spoken of by the man had crossedthe Stygian Ferry as well as the Atlantic.
"Mebbe one of 'em's the one I've come to meet."
"I hope not."
"Why?"
The man disregarded the question. Something had occurred to him. Heinquired:
"What might be the name of the person you've come to meet?"
The woman hesitated a moment, and then answered:
"Depew."
The man suppressed a whistle of astonishment, and repeated the name:
"Depew!"
"Yes; George Depew. Was he aboard, do you know?"
"Wait here a moment, missus--don't go away. I'll go and inquire foryou."
He disappeared in the ship. He went to the captain's cabin, and knockedat the door.
The police officers and witnesses were there discussing the murder.
"Come in."
And he went. Touched his cap, then took it off, and spoke:
"Woman outside, sir--been waitin' long time."
"Well?"
"I spoke to her--asked who she was waitin' for."
"Yes."
"Said for Depew--George Depew."
The plain clothes officer was on his feet in a moment inquiring:
"Where is she?"
"On the pier."
"I'll go and see her; come, point her out to me."
They left the cabin. The tall, gaunt woman was standing where the sailorhad left her. Thanking the man, the officer went towards her.
"They tell me," he said pleasantly, "that you are waiting for apassenger."
"Yes."
"Perhaps you did not see him land."
"I never took my eyes off the gangway."
"Then you think he is aboard."
"I understood the man to say there were one or two passengers therestill."
The detective suppressed a smile at the grim humor of the sailor'sremark. They were there still--very still.
"What is the name of the person you were expecting to meet?"
Again there was a slight hesitation before the woman spoke. Then shesaid:
"Depew."
"George?"
"Yes. Then he is aboard?"
"Well--you--see----"
Then something dawned on, some fear seized the woman. It was in atrembling voice that she inquired:
"You, you are not wearing the ship's uniform. You--you are a policeman?"
"That's so."
"My God! I see. I see why he has not landed. It's all found out--he's incustody."
The detective twiddled the ends of a moustache he had under cultivation.
The case had looked complicated--and he liked complications--indeed, gota living out of them. But this latest phase of the business looked likethe envelopment of the puzzle in another one.
"Tell me," she said, "is he aboard?"
"Yes."
"Let me see him."
"Come this way."
She came.
As they went below, the detective paused a minute. He inquired:
"Are you any relation of his?"
"His wife."
The detective whistled. Then he said:
"Come in here."
"He is not here?"
"No."
"Take me to him."
"Don't be in a hurry. See here, you'd best prepare yourself for ashock."
"Shock!"
"Your husband came aboard this boat at Liverpool."
"I know that; is he here now?"
"His--his remains are."
"His--his----"
"Now brace up. Take the blow like a--like a real woman."
"G-go on."
"He's lying aboard the ship now."
"Lying!"
"Dead."
"D-dead."
"Here, hold up. There, there, pull yourself together, missus----. Here,drink that----. That's better----. We all have to die, you know, sooneror later----. That's it. Sit there a minute or two. Now, you are goingalong all right, aren't you?"
"Yes--yes."
"Drop more water? That's it. Now, how do you feel? Well enough to seethe body? You'd like to? That's all right, then. Must be identified, youknow. Just sit here a minute, and I'll arrange things for you."
He went out, leaving the woman staring stonily at the roof of thesaloon. To a subordinate on duty he said:
"Open that cabin, Mace. Tuck a towel round the neck so the wound don'tshow. Woman's his wife. I haven't told her yet he's been murdered. Timefor that after she identifies him. Stand by."
He returned to the saloon in which he had left the woman.
"Now, Mrs. Depew."
The woman started.
"Just lean on my arm, ma'am, and brace yourself up. This way. Mind thestep. That's it. In here. There you are, ma'am. There's the body."
The woman moaned, braced herself up as she had been told to, and wentforward.
The moment her eyes rested on the dead body she screamed:
"That!"
She flung up her arms, and burst into hysterical laughter, which endedin a wail as she sank, a nerveless heap, in the officer's arms.
"Too much for her, Mace. Here, give me a hand out with her. That's it.Take her on deck, the air will bring her to. That's it. Fetch a pillowfor her head. Heart's beating, and she's breathing all right--it's onlya faint. The shock was too great for her."
It was. She had expected to see in the dead man her husband.
It was an expectation she had not realized.
The face of the dead man was utterly unknown to her.