Charley’s face became paler, his hands suddenly clinched, for he read the look in Jo’s eyes. He knew that Jo had been looking at people and places once so familiar; that he had seen—Kathleen.
“Go on. Tell me all,” he said heavily.
Portugais spoke in English. The foreign language seemed to make the truth less naked and staring to himself. He had a hard story to tell.
“It is not to say why I go to Montreal,” he began. “But I go. I have my ears open; my eyes, she is not close. No one knows me—I am no account of. Every one is forgot the man, Joseph Nadeau, who was try for his life. Perhaps it is every one is forget the lawyer who save his neck—perhaps? So I stand by the streetside. I say to a man as I look up at sign-boards,’ ‘Where is that writing “M’sieu’ Charles Steele,” and all the res’?’ ‘He is dead long ago,’ say the man to me. ‘A good thing too, for he was the very devil.’ ‘I not understan’,’ I say. ‘I tink that M’sieu’ Steele is a dam smart man back time.’ ‘He was the smartes’ man in the country, that Beauty Steele,’ the man say. ‘He bamboozle the jury hevery time. He cut up bad though.’”
Charley raised his hand with a nervous gesture of misery and impatience.
“‘Where have you been,’ that man say—‘where have you been all these times not to know ‘bout Charley Steele, hein?’ ‘In the backwoods,’ I say. ‘What bring you here now?’ he ask. ‘I have a case,’ I say. ‘What is it?’ he ask. ‘It is a case of a man who is punish for another man,’ I say. ‘That’s the thing for Charley Steele,’ he laugh. ‘He was great man to root things out. Can’t fool Charley Steele, we use to say here. But he die a bad death.’ ‘What was the matter with him?’ I say. ‘He drink too much, he spend too much, he run after a girl at Cote Dorion, and the river-drivers do for him one night. They say it was acciden’, but is there any green on my eye? But he die trump—jus’ like him. He have no fear of devil or man,’ so the man say. ‘But fear of God?’ I ask. ‘He was hinfidel,’ he say. ‘That was behin’ all. He was crooked all roun’. He rob the widow and horphan?’ ‘I think he too smart for that,’ I speak quick. ‘I suppose it was the drink,’ he say. ‘He loose his grip.’ ‘He was a smart man, an’ he would make you all sit up, if he come back,’ I hanswer. ‘If he come back!’ The man laugh queer at that. ‘If he comeback, there would be hell.’ ‘How is that?’ I say. ‘Look across the street,’ he whisper. ‘That was his wife.’”
Charley choked back a cry in his throat. Jo had no intention of cutting his story short. He had an end in view.
“I look across the street. There she is—’ Ah, that is a fine woman to see! I have never seen but one more finer to look at—here in Chaudiere.’ The man say: ‘She marry first for money, and break her heart; now she marry for love. If Beauty Steele come back-eh! sacra! that would be a mess. But he is at the bottom of the St Lawrence—the courts say so, and the Church say so—and ghosts don’t walk here.’ ‘But if that Beauty Steele come back alive, what would happen it?’ I speak. ‘His wife is marry, blockhead!’ he say.
“‘But the woman is his,’ I hanswer. ‘Do you think she would go back to a thief she never love from the man she love?’ he speak back. ‘She is not marry to the other man,’ I say, ‘if Beauty Steele is...’ ‘He is dead as a door,’ he swear. ‘You see that?’ he go on, nodding down the street. ‘Well, that is Billy.’ ‘Who is Billy?’ I ask. ‘The brother of her,’ he say. ‘Charley, he spoil Billy. Billy, he has not been the same since Charley’s death-he is so ashame of Charley. When he get drunk he talk of nothing else. We all remember that Charley spoil him, and that make us sorry for him.’ ‘Excuse me,’ I say. ‘I think that Billy is a dam smart man. He is smart as Charley Steele.’ ‘Charley was the smartes’ man in the country,’ he say again. ‘I’ve got his practice now, but this town will never be the same without him. Thief or no thief, I wish he is alive here. By the Lord, I’d get drunk with him!’ He was all right, that man,” Jo added finally.
Charley’s agitation was hidden. His eyes were fixed on Jo intently. “That was Larry Rockwell. Go on,” he said, in a hard metallic voice.