The earl and Washington started on the sorrowful errand, talking as they walked.
"And as usual!"
"What, Colonel?"
"Seven of them in that hotel.Actresses.And all burnt out, of course.""Any of them burnt up?"
"Oh, no they escaped; they always do; but there's never a one of them that knows enough to fetch out her jewelry with her.""That's strange."
"Strange--it's the most unaccountable thing in the world.Experience teaches them nothing; they can't seem to learn anything except out of a book.In some uses there's manifestly a fatality about it.For instance, take What's-her-name, that plays those sensational thunder and lightning parts.She's got a perfectly immense reputation--draws like a dog-fight--and it all came from getting burnt out in hotels.""Why, how could that give her a reputation as an actress?""It didn't--it only made her name familiar.People want to see her play because her name is familiar, but they don't know what made it familiar, because they don't remember.First, she was at the bottom of the ladder, and absolutely obscure wages thirteen dollars a week and find her own pads.""Pads?"
"Yes-things to fat up her spindles with so as to be plump and attractive.
Well, she got burnt out in a hotel and lost $30,000 worth of diamonds.""She? Where'd she get them?"
"Goodness knows--given to her, no doubt, by spoony young flats and sappy old bald-heads in the front row.All the papers were full of it.She struck for higher pay and got it.Well, she got burnt out again and lost all her diamonds, and it gave her such a lift that she went starring.""Well, if hotel fires are all she's got to depend on to keep up her name, it's a pretty precarious kind of a reputation I should think.""Not with her.No, anything but that.Because she's so lucky; born lucky, I reckon.Every time there's a hotel fire she's in it.She's always there--and if she can't be there herself, her diamonds are.Now you can't make anything out of that but just sheer luck.""I never heard of such a thing.She must have lost quarts of diamonds.""Quarts, she's lost bushels of them.It's got so that the hotels are superstitious about her.They won't let her in.They think there will be a fire; and besides, if she's there it cancels the insurance.She's been waning a little lately, but this fire will set her up.She lost $60,000 worth last night.""I think she's a fool.If I had $60,000 worth of diamonds I wouldn't trust them in a hotel.""I wouldn't either; but you can't teach an actress that.This one's been burnt out thirty-five times.And yet if there's a hotel fire in San Francisco to-night she's got to bleed again, you mark my words.Perfect ass; they say she's got diamonds in every hotel in the country."When they arrived at the scene of the fire the poor old earl took one glimpse at the melancholy morgue and turned away his face overcome by the spectacle.He said:
"It is too true, Hawkins--recognition is impossible, not one of the five could be identified by its nearest friend.You make the selection, Ican't bear it."
"Which one had I better--"
"Oh, take any of them.Pick out the best one."However, the officers assured the earl--for they knew him, everybody in Washington knew him--that the position in which these bodies were found made it impossible that any one of them could be that of his noble young kinsman.They pointed out the spot where, if the newspaper account was correct, he must have sunk down to destruction; and at a wide distance from this spot they showed him where the young man must have gone down in case he was suffocated in his room; and they showed him still a third place, quite remote, where he might possibly have found his death if perchance he tried to escape by the side exit toward the rear.The old Colonel brushed away a tear and said to Hawkins:
"As it turns out there was something prophetic in my fears.Yes, it's a matter of ashes.Will you kindly step to a grocery and fetch a couple more baskets?"Reverently they got a basket of ashes from each of those now hallowed spots, and carried them home to consult as to the best manner of forwarding them to England, and also to give them an opportunity to "lie in state,"--a mark of respect which the colonel deemed obligatory, considering the high rank of the deceased.
They set the baskets on the table in what was formerly the library, drawing-room and workshop--now the Hall of Audience--and went up stairs to the lumber room to see if they could find a British flag to use as a part of the outfit proper to the lying in state.A moment later, Lady Rossmore came in from the street and caught sight of the baskets just as old Jinny crossed her field of vision.She quite lost her patience and said:
"Well, what will you do next? What in the world possessed you to clutter up the parlor table with these baskets of ashes?""Ashes?" And she came to look.She put up her hands in pathetic astonishment."Well, I never see de like!""Didn't you do it?"
"Who, me? Clah to goodness it's de fust time I've sot eyes on 'em, Miss Polly.Dat's Dan'l.Dat ole moke is losin' his mine."But it wasn't Dan'l, for he was called, and denied it.
"Dey ain't no way to 'splain dat.Wen hit's one er dese-yer common 'currences, a body kin reckon maybe de cat--""Oh!" and a shudder shook Lady Rossmore to her foundations."I see it all.Keep away from them--they're his.""His, m' lady?"
"Yes--your young Marse Sellers from England that's burnt up."She was alone with the ashes--alone before she could take half a breath.
Then she went after Mulberry Sellers, purposing to make short work with his program, whatever it might be; "for," said she, "when his sentimentals are up, he's a numskull, and there's no knowing what extravagance he'll contrive, if you let him alone." She found him.
He had found the flag and was bringing it.When she heard that his idea was to have the remains "lie in state, and invite the government and the public," she broke it up.She said: