Todos Santos Solves The Mystery

Notwithstanding his promise, and the summons of the Council, Father

Esteban, on parting with the Excelsior prisoners in the San Antonio

Road, did not proceed immediately to the presence of the Comandante.

Partly anxious to inform himself more thoroughly regarding Hurlstone's

antecedents before entering upon legislative functions that might

concern him, partly uneasy at Brace's allusion to any possible

ungentleness in the treatment of the fair Americanas, and partly

apprehensive that Mrs. Brimmer might seek him at the Mission in

the present emergency, the good Father turned his steps towards the

Alcalde's house.

Mrs. Brimmer, in a becoming morning wrapper, half reclining in an

Indian hammock in the corridor, supported by Miss Chubb, started at his

approach. So did the young Alcalde, sympathetically seated at her side.

Padre Esteban for an instant was himself embarrassed; Mrs. Brimmer

quickly recovered her usual bewildering naivete.

"I knew you would come; but if you hadn't, I should have mustered

courage enough to go with Miss Chubb to find you at the Mission," she

said, half coquettishly. "Not but that Don Ramon has been all kindness

and consideration, but you know one always clings to one's spiritual

adviser in such an emergency; and although there are differences of

opinion between us, I think I may speak to you as freely as I would

speak to my dear friend Dr. Potts, of Trinity Chapel. Of course you

don't know HIM; but you couldn't have helped liking him, he's so gentle,

so tactful, so refined! But do tell me the fullest particulars of this

terrible calamity that has happened so awkwardly. Tell me all! I fear

that Don Ramon, out of kindness, has not told me everything. I have been

perfectly frank, I told him everything--who I am, who Mr. Brimmer is,

and given him even the connections of my friend Miss Chubb. I can do

no more; but you will surely have no difficulty in finding some one in

Todos Santos who has heard of the Quincys and Brimmers. I've no doubt

that there are books in your library that mention them. Of course I can

say nothing of the other passengers, except that Mr. Brimmer would not

have probably permitted me to associate with any notorious persons. I

confess now--I think I told you once before, Clarissa--that I greatly

doubted Captain Bunker's ability"--

"Ah," murmured Don Ramon.

"--To make a social selection," continued Mrs. Brimmer. "He may have

been a good sailor, and boxed his compass, but he lacked a knowledge

of the world. Of the other passengers I can truly say I know nothing;

I cannot think that Mr. Crosby's sense of humor led him into bad

associations, or that he ever went beyond verbal impropriety. Certainly

nothing in Miss Keene's character has led me to believe she could so far

forget what was due to herself and to us as to address a lawless mob in

the streets as she did just now; although her friend Mrs. Markham, as

I just told Don Ramon, is an advocate of Women's Rights and Female

Suffrage, and I believe she contemplates addressing the public from the

lecturer's platform."

"It isn't possible!" interrupted Don Ramon excitedly, in mingled

horror of the masculinely rampant Mrs. Markham and admiration of the

fascinatingly feminine Mrs. Brimmer; "a lady cannot be an orator--a

haranguer of men!"

"Not in society," responded Mrs. Brimmer, with a sigh, "and I do not

remember to have met the lady before. The fact is, she does not move in

our circle--in the upper classes."

The Alcalde exchanged a glance with the Padre.

"Ah! you have classes? and she is of a distinct class, perhaps?"

"Decidedly," said Mrs. Brimmer promptly.

"Pardon me," said Padre Esteban, with gentle persuasiveness, "but you

are speaking of your fellow-passengers. Know you not, then, of one

Hurlstone, who is believed to be still in the ship Excelsior, and

perhaps of the party who seized it?"

"Mr. Hurlstone?--it is possible; but I know really nothing of him," said

Mrs. Brimmer carelessly. "I don't think Clarissa did, either--did you,

dear? Even in our enforced companionship we had to use some reserve,

and we may have drawn the line at him! He was a friend of Miss Keene's;

indeed, she was the only one who seemed to know him."

"And she is now here?" asked the Padre eagerly.

"No. She is with her friend the Senora Markham, at the Presidio. The

Comandante has given her the disposition of his house," said Don Ramon,

with a glance of grave archness at Mrs. Brimmer; "it is not known which

is the most favored, the eloquent orator or the beautiful and daring


"Mrs. Markham is a married woman," said Mrs. Brimmer severely, "and,

of course, she can do as she pleases; but it is far different with Miss

Keene. I should scarcely consider it proper to expose Miss Chubb to

the hospitality of a single man, without other women, and I cannot

understand how she could leave the companionship and protection of your

lovely sisters."

The priest here rose, and, with formal politeness, excused himself,

urging the peremptory summons of the Council.

"I scarcely expected, indeed, to have had the pleasure of seeing my

colleague here," he added with quiet suavity, turning to the Alcalde.

"I have already expressed my views to the Comandante," said the

official, with some embarrassment, "and my attendance will hardly be


The occasional misleading phosphorescence of Mrs. Brimmer's quiet eyes,

early alluded to in these pages, did not escape Father Esteban's quick

perception at that moment; however, he preferred to leave his companion

to follow its aberrations rather than to permit that fair ignis fatuus

to light him on his way by it.

"But my visit to you, Father Esteban," she began sweetly, "is only


"Until I have the pleasure of anticipating it here," said the priest,

with paternal politeness bending before the two ladies; "but for the

present, au revoir!"

"It would be an easy victory to win this discreetly emotional Americana

to the Church," said Father Esteban to himself, as he crossed the plaza;

"but, if I mistake not, she would not cease to be a disturbing element

even there. However, she is not such as would give this Hurlstone any

trouble. It seems I must look elsewhere for the brains of this party,

and to find a solution of this young man's mystery; and, if I judge

correctly, it is with this beautiful young agitator of revolutions and

her oratorical duenna I must deal."

He entered the low gateway of the Presidio unchallenged, and even

traversed the courtyard without meeting a soul. The guard and sentries

had evidently withdrawn to their habitual peaceful vocations, and the

former mediaeval repose of the venerable building had returned. There

was no one in the guard-room; but as the priest turned back to the

corridor, his quick ear was suddenly startled by the unhallowed

and inconsistent sounds of a guitar. A monotonous voice also--the

Comandante's evidently--was raised in a thin, high recitative.

The Padre passed hastily through the guard-room, and opened the door

of the passage leading to the garden slope. Here an extraordinary group

presented itself to his astonished eyes. In the shadow of a palm-tree,

Mrs. Markham, seated on her Saratoga trunk as on a throne, was gazing

blandly down upon the earnest features of the Commander, who, at her

feet, guitar in hand, was evidently repeating some musical composition.

His subaltern sat near him, divided in admiration of his chief and the

guest. Miss Keene, at a little distance, aided by the secretary,

was holding an animated conversation with a short, stout, Sancho

Panza-looking man, whom the Padre recognized as the doctor of Todos


At the apparition of the reverend Father, the Commander started,

the subaltern stared, and even the secretary and the doctor looked


"I am decidedly de trop this morning," soliloquized the ecclesiastic;

but Miss Keene cut short his reflection by running to him frankly, with

outstretched hand.

"I am so glad that you have come," she said, with a youthful,

unrestrained earnestness that was as convincing as it was fascinating,

"for you will help me to persuade this gentleman that poor Captain

Bunker is suffering more from excitement of mind than body, and that

bleeding him is more than folly."

"The man's veins are in a burning fever and delirium from aguardiente,"

said the little doctor excitedly, "and the fire must first be put out by

the lancet."

"He is only crazy with remorse for having lost his ship through his own

carelessness and the treachery of others," said Miss Keene doughtily.

"He is a maniac and will kill himself, unless his fever is subdued,"

persisted the doctor.

"And you would surely kill him by your way of subduing it," said the

young girl boldly. "Better for him, a disgraced man of honor, to die

by his own hand, than to be bled like a calf into a feeble and helpless

dissolution. I would, if I were in his place--if I had to do it by

tearing off the bandages."

She made a swift, half unconscious gesture of her little hand, and

stopped, her beautiful eyes sparkling, her thin pink nostrils dilated,

her red lips parted, her round throat lifted in the air, and one small

foot advanced before her. The men glanced hurriedly at each other, and

then fixed their eyes upon her with a rapt yet frightened admiration. To

their simple minds it was Anarchy and Revolution personified, beautiful,

and victorious.

"Ah!" said the secretary to Padre Esteban, in Spanish, "it is true! she

knows not fear! She was in the room alone with the madman; he would let

none approach but her! She took a knife from him--else the medico had


"He recognized her, you see! Ah! they know her power," said the

Comandante, joining the group.

"You will help me, Father Esteban?" said the young girl, letting the

fire of her dark eyes soften to a look of almost childish appeal--"you

will help me to intercede for him? It is the restraint only that is

killing him--that is goading him to madness! Think of him, Father--think

of him: ruined and disgraced, dying to retrieve himself by any reckless

action, any desperate chance of recovery, and yet locked up where he can

do nothing--attempt nothing--not even lift a hand to pursue the man who

has helped to bring him to this!"

"But he CAN do nothing! The ship is gone!" remonstrated the Comandante.

"Yes, the ship is gone; but the ocean is still there," said Miss Keene.

"But he has no boat."

"He will find or make one."

"And the fog conceals the channel."

"He can go where THEY have gone, or meet their fate. You do not know my

countrymen, Senor Comandante," she said proudly.

"Ah, yes--pardon! They are at San Antonio--the baker, the buffoon, the

two young men who dig. They are already baking and digging and joking.

We have it from my officer, who has just returned."

Miss Keene bit her pretty lips.

"They think it is a mistake; they cannot believe that any intentional

indignity is offered them," she said quietly. "Perhaps it is well they

do not."

"They desired me to express their condolences to the Senora," said the

Padre, with exasperating gentleness, "and were relieved to be assured by

me of your perfect security in the hands of these gentlemen."

Miss Keene raised her clear eyes to the ecclesiastic. That accomplished

diplomat of Todos Santos absolutely felt confused under the cool

scrutiny of this girl's unbiased and unsophisticated intelligence.

"Then you HAVE seen them," she said, "and you know their innocence, and

the utter absurdity of this surveillance?"

"I have not seen them ALL," said the priest softly. "There is still

another--a Senor Hurlstone--who is missing? Is he not?"

It was not in the possibility of Eleanor Keene's truthful blood to do

other than respond with a slight color to this question. She had already

concealed from every one the fact of having seen the missing man in the

Mission garden the evening before. It did not, however, prevent her the

next moment from calmly meeting the glance of the priest as she answered


"I believe so. But I cannot see what that has to do with the detention

of the others."

"Much, perhaps. It has been said that you alone, my child, were in the

confidence of this man."

"Who dared say that?" exclaimed Miss Keene in English, forgetting

herself in her indignation.

"If it's anything mean--it's Mrs. Brimmer, I'll bet a cooky," said

Mrs. Markham, whose linguistic deficiencies had debarred her from the

previous conversation.

"You have only," continued the priest, without noticing the

interruption, "to tell us what you know of this Hurlstone's plans,--of

his complicity with Senor Perkins, or," he added significantly, "his

opposition to them--to insure that perfect justice shall be done to


Relieved that the question involved no disclosure of her only secret

regarding Hurlstone, Miss Keene was about to repeat the truth that

she had no confidential knowledge of him, or of his absurd alleged

connection with Senor Perkins, when, with an instinct of tact, she

hesitated. Might she not serve them all--even Hurlstone himself--by

saying nothing, and leaving the burden of proof to their idiotic

accusers? Was she altogether sure that Hurlstone was entirely ignorant

of Senor Perkins' plans, or might he not have refused, at the last

moment, to join in the conspiracy, and so left the ship?

"I will not press you for your answer now," said the priest gently. "But

you will not, I know, keep back anything that may throw a light on this

sad affair, and perhaps help to reinstate your friend Mr. Hurlstone in

his REAL position."

"If you ask me if I believe that Mr. Hurlstone had anything to do with

this conspiracy, I should say, unhesitatingly, that I do NOT. And more,

I believe that he would have jumped overboard rather than assent to so

infamous an act," said the young girl boldly.

"Then you think he had no other motive for leaving the ship?" said the

priest slowly.

"Decidedly not." She stopped; a curious anxious look in the Padre's

persistent eyes both annoyed and frightened her. "What other motive

could he have?" she said coldly.

Father Esteban's face lightened.

"I only ask because I think you would have known it. Thank you for the

assurance all the same, and in return I promise you I will use my best

endeavors with the Comandante for your friend the Captain Bunker. Adieu,

my daughter. Adieu, Madame Markham," he said, as, taking the arm of Don

Miguel, he turned with him and the doctor towards the guard-room. The

secretary lingered behind for a moment.

"Fear nothing," he said, in whispered English to Miss Keene. "I, Ruy

Sanchez, shall make you free of Capitano Bunker's cell," and passed on.

"Well," said Mrs. Markham, when the two women were alone again. "I don't

pretend to fathom the befogged brains of Todos Santos; but as far as I

can understand their grown-up child's play, they are making believe this

unfortunate Mr. Hurlstone, who may be dead for all we know, is in

revolt against the United States Government, which is supposed to be

represented by Senor Perkins and the Excelsior--think of that!"

"But Perkins signed himself of the Quinquinambo navy!" said Miss Keene


"That is firmly believed by those idiots to be one of OUR States.

Remember they know nothing of what has happened anywhere in the last

fifty years. I dare say they never heard of filibusters like Perkins,

and they couldn't comprehend him if they had. I've given up trying to

enlighten them, and I think they're grateful for it. It makes their poor

dear heads ache."

"And it is turning mine! But, for Heaven's sake, tell me what part I am

supposed to act in this farce!" said Miss Keene.

"You are the friend and colleague of Hurlstone, don't you see?" said

Mrs. Markham. "You are two beautiful young patriots--don't blush, my

dear!--endeared to each other and a common cause, and ready to die for

your country in opposition to Perkins, and the faint-heartedness of such

neutrals as Mrs. Brimmer, Miss Chubb, the poor Captain, and all the men

whom they have packed off to San Antonio."

"Impossible!" said Miss Keene, yet with an uneasy feeling that it not

only was possible, but that she herself had contributed something to the

delusion. "But how do they account for my friendship with YOU--you, who

are supposed to be a correspondent--an accomplice of Perkins?"

"No, no," returned Mrs. Markham, with a half serious smile, "I am not

allowed that honor. I am presumed to be only the disconsolate Dulcinea

of Perkins, abandoned by HIM, pitied by you, and converted to the true

faith--at least, that is what I make out from the broken English of that

little secretary of the Commander."

Miss Keene winced.

"That's all my fault, dear," she said, suddenly entwining her arms round

Mrs. Markham, and hiding her half embarrassed smile on the shoulder of

her strong-minded friend; "they suggested it to me, and I half assented,

to save you. Please forgive me."

"Don't think I am blaming you, my dear Eleanor," said Mrs. Markham. "For

Heaven's sake assent to the wildest and most extravagant hypothesis they

can offer, if it will leave us free to arrange our own plans for getting

away. I begin to think we were not a very harmonious party on the

Excelsior, and most of our troubles here are owing to that. We forget

we have fallen among a lot of original saints, as guileless and as

unsophisticated as our first parents, who know nothing of our customs

and antecedents. They have accepted us on what they believe to be our

own showing. From first to last we've underrated them, forgetting they

are in the majority. We can't expect to correct the ignorance of fifty

years in twenty-four hours, and I, for one, sha'n't attempt it. I'd much

rather trust to the character those people would conceive of me from

their own consciousness than to one Mrs. Brimmer or Mr. Winslow would

give of me. From this moment I've taken a firm resolve to leave my

reputation and the reputation of my friends entirely in their hands.

If you are wise you will do the same. They are inclined to worship

you--don't hinder them. My belief is, if we only take things quietly,

we might find worse places to be stranded on than Todos Santos. If Mrs.

Brimmer and those men of ours, who, I dare say, have acted as silly as

the Mexicans themselves, will only be quiet, we can have our own way

here yet."

"And poor Captain Bunker?" said Miss Keene.

"It seems hard to say it, but, in my opinion, he is better under lock

and key, for everybody's good, at present. He'd be a firebrand in the

town if he got away. Meantime, let us go to our room. It is about the

time when everybody is taking a siesta, and for two hours, thank Heaven!

we're certain nothing more can happen."

"I'll join you in a moment," said Miss Keene.

Her quick ear had caught the sound of voices approaching. As Mrs.

Markham disappeared in the passage, the Commander and his party

reappeared from the guard-room, taking leave of Padre Esteban. The

secretary, as he passed Miss Keene, managed to add to his formal

salutation the whispered words,--"When the Angelus rings I will await

you before the grating of his prison."

Padre Esteban was too preoccupied to observe this incident. As soon as

he quitted the Presidio, he hastened to the Mission with a disquieting

fear that his strange guest might have vanished. But, crossing the

silent refectory, and opening the door of the little apartment, he was

relieved to find him stretched on the pallet in a profound slumber.

The peacefulness of the venerable walls had laid a gentle finger on his

weary eyelids.

The Padre glanced round the little cell, and back again at the handsome

suffering face that seemed to have found surcease and rest in the narrow

walls, with a stirring of regret. But the next moment he awakened the

sleeper, and in the briefest, almost frigid, sentences, related the

events of the morning.

The young man rose to his feet with a bitter laugh.

"You see," he said, "God is against me! And yet a few hours ago I dared

to think that He had guided me to a haven of rest and forgetfulness!

"Have you told the truth to him and to me?" said the priest sternly,

"or have you--a mere political refugee--taken advantage of an old man's

weakness to forge a foolish lie of sentimental passion?"

"What do you mean?" said Hurlstone, turning upon him almost fiercely.

The priest rose, and drawing a folded paper from his bosom, opened it

before the eyes of his indignant guest.

"Remember what you told me last night in the sacred confidences of

yonder holy church, and hear what you really are from the lips of the

Council of Todos Santos."

Smoothing out the paper, he read slowly as follows:--

"Whereas, it being presented to an Emergency Council, held at the

Presidio of Todos Santos, that the foreign barque Excelsior had

mutinied, discharged her captain and passengers, and escaped from the

waters of the bay, it was, on examination, found and decreed that the

said barque was a vessel primarily owned by a foreign Power, then and

there confessed and admitted to be at war with Mexico and equipped to

invade one of her northern provinces. But that the God of Liberty and

Justice awakening in the breasts of certain patriots--to wit, the heroic

Senor Diego Hurlstone and the invincible Dona Leonor--the courage and

discretion to resist the tyranny and injustice of their oppressors,

caused them to mutiny and abandon the vessel rather than become

accomplices, in the company of certain neutral and non-combatant traders

and artisans, severally known as Brace, Banks, Winslow, and Crosby;

and certain aristocrats, known as Senoras Brimmer and Chubb. In

consideration thereof, it is decreed by the Council of Todos Santos that

asylum, refuge, hospitality, protection, amity, and alliance be offered

and extended to the patriots, Senor Diego Hurlstone, Dona Leonor, and

a certain Duenna Susana Markham, particularly attached to Dona Leonor's

person; and that war, reprisal, banishment, and death be declared

against Senor Perkins, his unknown aiders and abettors. And that for

the purposes of probation, and in the interests of clemency, provisional

parole shall be extended to the alleged neutrals--Brace, Banks, Crosby,

and Winslow--within the limits and boundaries of the lazaretto of San

Antonio, until their neutrality shall be established, and pending the

further pleasure of the Council. And it is further decreed and declared

that one Capitano Bunker, formerly of the Excelsior, but now a maniac

and lunatic--being irresponsible and visited of God, shall be exempted

from the ordinances of this decree until his reason shall be restored;

and during that interval subjected to the ordinary remedial and

beneficent restraint of civilization and humanity. By order of the


"The signatures and rubrics of--




of the Order of San Francisco d'Assisis.


Alcalde of the Pueblo of Todos Santos."

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