Sustainability Analytics Toolkit For Practitioners Creating Value in The 21St Century 1St Edition Renard Siew Full Chapter
Sustainability Analytics Toolkit For Practitioners Creating Value in The 21St Century 1St Edition Renard Siew Full Chapter
Sustainability Analytics Toolkit For Practitioners Creating Value in The 21St Century 1St Edition Renard Siew Full Chapter
Sustainability Analytics
Toolkit
for Practitioners
Creating Value in the 21st Century
Renard Siew
CENT-GPS
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
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Preface
vii
Contents
ix
x CONTENTS
xiii
xiv ACRONYMS
xv
xvi LIST OF FIGURES
xvii
xviii LIST OF TABLES
1.1 Introduction
The term sustainability has gained much interest in the public domain
in the past few decades. Businesses and leaders worldwide have acknowl-
edged that its full meaning is complex, emerging from a myriad of sectors.
For some, it has also become a platform to forge one of the most
profound and meaningful transformations of this century, some calling
it, “The Sustainability Revolution” which calls on us to take collective
responsibility to design the future we want centred on humanity and the
collective interest of stakeholders.
The relevance of this call is more important than ever with companies
fast adopting new approaches and business models as they manoeuvre
complex environmental and social relationships. Increasingly, stakeholders
are requesting for more transparency when it comes to the reporting of
environmental, economic and social (EES) issues, the three main pillars
of sustainability. This has led to the proliferation of a range of tools in the
form of frameworks, standards as well as ratings and indexes with differ-
ences across geopolitical, socio-economic and industry sectors. While
some researchers have welcomed the more robust approach to sustain-
ability reporting, others have critiqued that this proliferation of tools has
led to more confusion in interpreting sustainability performance.
A New Mindset
The Sustainability Revolution is creating a set of new challenges for the
world and this is happening at a time of rising social and political tension,
where citizens are exposed to not just economic and health uncertainties
(with COVID-19) but also the threat of natural disasters. The question
remains as to what sort of entities are required to help reset and create
a world that is inclusive and equitable; more importantly, what is the
mindset required in the use of sustainability analytics? There are three
principles that I think would be helpful in framing this thinking:
2.1 Introduction
The Sustainability Revolution will indeed give rise to ecosystems of value
creation as different stakeholders begin to unravel how connected their
entities are to each other. The question is how fast can we achieve
this? There are three main challenges that would need to be resolved to
accelerate our current pace:
2.2 Frameworks
Standards
Ratings and
Frameworks
Indices
the physical, chemical and biological states of the environment and bring
harmful impacts not only on the ecosystem but also on human health.
Responses from stakeholders (i.e. prioritisation; target setting for criteria;
policies) are then needed to eliminate these harmful impacts (Kristensen,
2004). The DPSIR framework is actually an extension of the pressure-
state-response model (see OECD, 2003) in the 1970s and is adopted by
the Organisation for Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD)
(UNEP, 2006). It is also currently used as an integrated approach for
reporting by the European Environment Agency (EEA).
Figure 2.2 illustrates an example of the relationships between these
causal links. The driving force is defined as a need; for example, the
driving force for a company is to generate profit via economic activity.
Driving forces motivate human activities, such as transportation or food
production, which exert pressures on the environment, for example,
direct emissions, production of waste and noise. As a direct consequence
of these pressures, the physical, chemical and biological states of the envi-
ronment are affected (air quality; water quality; and soil quality among
others). Changes in these states impact the quality of the ecosystem. As a
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result of these impacts, responses from either society or policy makers are
required (Kristensen, 2004). These responses have the potential to influ-
ence any part of the DPSIR chain. Using the DPSIR framework to map
out the causal links of human activities is important to obtain a systemic
perspective of the impacts that are created and can help with developing
an appropriate response to these impacts.
Responses
Driving forces
Policies and
Causes
targets
Pressures
Impact
Pollutants
Labour:
Environment:
Anti-corruption:
• Natural Step
• Ecological Footprint
• CERES
• Sustainable Process Index
• 2001 Environmental Sustainability Index
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economic criteria. CERES has been translated into what is now known as
the Global Reporting Initiative (GRI).
SIGMA Project
For: Projects
The SIGMA Project describes a four-phase cycle (leadership and vision;
planning; delivery; monitor, review and report) broken down into three
to five levels each to manage and embed sustainability within a company.
These phases and their purposes are described in Table 2.2.
2.3 Standards
Standards exist to provide guidelines on best-in-class practices, some
more specific than others. Examples of standards that cover the social
criteria are OECD Guidelines for Multinational Enterprises, UN Global
Compact, EFQM, OHSAS 18001, AS/NZS 4801 and SA8000. Guide-
lines on the management of environmental criteria can be found across
standards such as ISO14001 and EMAS. There are also industry-specific
tools, for example in the agriculture sector (specifically on palm oil various
sustainability standards exist—RSPO, ISPO, MSPO) or the building and
construction sector (BREEAM, LEED, Green Star see Chapter 3). In
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AA1000
For: Companies
The AA1000 was designed to provide organisations with an internation-
ally accepted, freely available set of principles to frame and structure
the way in which they understand, govern, administer, implement, eval-
uate and communicate their accountability. There are three principles in
AA1000, namely the ‘Principle of Inclusivity’, the ‘Principle of Material-
ity’ and the ‘Principle of Responsiveness’.
A company is considered to adhere to the ‘Principle of Inclusivity’
(AA1000, 2008, p. 11) when:
SA8000
For: Companies
The aim of SA8000 is to provide a standard according to international
human rights norms and national labour laws so that employees within
a company can stay protected and empowered. Other standards also
addressing similar issues (not covered here) are ILO Convention 1 (Hours
of Work), ILO Convention 29 (Forced Labour), ILO Convention 87
(Freedom of Association), Universal Declaration of Human Rights, the
International Covenant on Economic, Social and Cultural Rights, among
others (SA8000, 2008). Given the existence of these standards, ques-
tions arise as to which standard dominates (or would be applicable). The
SA8000 guideline provides a resolution by clearly stating that ‘a company
shall comply with national and all applicable laws, prevailing standards and
other requirements to which the company subscribes, and this standard
(SA8000). When such and other applicable laws, prevailing industry stan-
dards, and other requirements to which the company subscribes, and this
standard address the same issue, the provision most favourable to workers
shall apply’ (SA8000, 2008, p. 4).
The nine main criteria covered under SA8000 are child labour,
forced and compulsory labour, health and safety, freedom of association
and right to collective bargaining, discrimination, disciplinary practices,
working hours, remuneration and management systems.
ISO 14001
For: Companies
ISO 14001:2004 provides a generic requirement for environmental
management, which can be used as a common reference for communi-
cating about environmental criteria with stakeholders. The standard itself
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ISO 9001
For: Companies
ISO 9001:2008 provides the requirements for quality management. To
qualify, an entity must demonstrate an ability to consistently provide
products that meet the needs of the customer, and adhere to applicable
statutory and regulatory requirements. The entity must also demon-
strate commitment to enhancing customer satisfaction and have in place
a process for continuous improvement.
OHSAS 18001
For: Companies
The Occupational Health and Safety Assessment Specification (OHSAS)
18001 is an international occupational health and safety specification. Key
areas addressed are: planning for hazard identification; risk assessment;
training, awareness and competence; operational control; performance
monitoring and improvement; consultation and communication with
others (BSI, 2013).
Capital Markets
Many ratings and indices exist in the market which attempts to measure
ESG performance of companies such as KLD, EIRIS, SAM, FTSE4Good,
MSCI’s ESG index, Asian Sustainability Reporting (ASR), among others.
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Continuous monitoring
a letter scale, much like the credit rating structure where AAA repre-
sents the highest sustainability performance while C represents the lowest
sustainability performance (MSCI, 2011).
FTSE4Good Index
For: Financial Industry
The FTSE4Good inclusion criteria were developed with similar aims as
all the other tools, which is to provide investors a means by which they
could identify and invest in companies that meet the minimum require-
ment of socially responsible practices. To be included in the FTSE4Good
Index Series, companies must be able to meet bare requirements in five
criteria, namely working towards environmental sustainability, upholding
and supporting universal human rights, ensuring good supply chain
labour standards, countering bribery and mitigating climate change. It
liaises with EIRIS and other networks of international partners to research
on corporate performance in ESG. Some of the research mechanisms
involved are: a review of annual reports and publicly-available material;
research of company websites; and sending questionnaires to selected
companies (FTSE, 2011). The FTSE4Good Index series include: Global;
Global 100; UK; UK 50; UK 100; Australia; Japan; and Environmental
Leaders Europe 40 among others (FTSE4 Good Index Series, 2011).
on their ESG data disclosure. The Bloomberg ESG Disclosure Score out
of 100 is based on GRI’s guidelines. There are four types of scores,
namely Environmental Disclosure Score, Social Disclosure Score, Gover-
nance Disclosure Score and ESG Disclosure Score (overall combination
of Environmental, Social and Governance Disclosure Scores) (Suzuki &
Levy, 2010). Weightings differ by sectors. For example, the omission of
the number of fatalities would not be considered significant for a retail
company but will be punitive for a company in the oil and gas sector.
Eccles et al. (2011) study the market interest in Bloomberg’s ESG data.
They find that generally interest in both environmental and governance
criteria supersedes social criterion.
Trucost
For: Companies
Trucost creates environmental profiles of companies accounting for 464
industry sectors worldwide and monitors about 100 different types of
environmental impacts (Trucost, 2013). There are four major steps in the
evaluation process. The first step involves conducting a segmental anal-
ysis to identify a company’s activities and accordingly assign revenues and
costs to each of these activities. The second step involves creating an
environmental profile depicting the company’s direct and supply chain
environmental impacts. The third step involves enhancing the profile
developed by incorporating publicly-available sources such as annual
reports and websites. Additionally, during this step, companies are invited
to verify the environmental profiles created for them. In the fourth
and final step, Trucost generates a report on companies’ environmental
impacts and makes suggestions to reduce these impacts (Trucost, 2013).
Not much information about these environmental profiles is disclosed
in the Trucost website although Marquis and Toffel (2012) did high-
light that Trucost has developed two environmental criteria, namely an
absolute disclosure ratio and a weighted disclosure ratio.
(i) Absolute disclosure ratio
The weighted disclosure ratio takes this concept a step further by incor-
porating the extent of environmental impact associated with each envi-
ronmental criterion. If Company A discloses only the ten least damaging
criteria out of 20 and Company B discloses only the ten most damaging
criteria out of 20, they will have the same absolute disclosure ratio but
very different weighted disclosure ratios, as Company A is concealing more
important information ... the weighted disclosure ratio shows how much of
the most important information was disclosed. (Marquis & Toffel, 2012,
p. 22)
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Ability, London. Viewed on 15 December 2012, http://www.accountability.
org/standards/index.html
Asian Sustainability Rating (ASR). (2011). Research Methodology. Asian Sustain-
ability Rating Ltd, Berkhamsted, UK. Viewed on 9 March 2021, http://
www.asiansr.com/Methodology.html
BSI. (2013). OHSAS 18001 Occupational Health and Safety. BSI, London.
Viewed on 24 January 2013, http://www.bsigroup.com.au/en-au/Assess
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Building/Infrastructure Sustainability
Analytical Tools (SATs)
3.1 Introduction
The World Economic Forum (2011, p. 11) identifies the building sector
as an area that needs to be addressed, accounting as it does for ‘40% of
the world’s energy use, 40% of carbon output and consuming one-fifth of
available water’. The large use of electricity in buildings has been identi-
fied as one of the main culprits for high emissions across the globe. The
Centre for International Economics Canberra and Sydney (2007) reports
that 23% of the total greenhouse gas emissions in Australia come from
the energy demand of the building sector, while the US Green Building
Council (USGBC, 2011) claims that both residential and commercial
buildings account for 39% of total emissions in the United States, and
more than any other country in the world except China.
The increased recognition that buildings are substantial carbon dioxide
emitters (Reed et al., 2009), and contribute significantly to climate
change, puts pressure on construction industry practitioners to incorpo-
rate sustainability goals aside from the traditional project goals of cost,
time and quality. Translating sustainability goals into action at the project
level is exacerbated by the individual characteristics of countries, their
cultures, climates and types of buildings (Ugwu & Haupt, 2007).
As a result of a widely recognised need to identify models, metrics
and tools that would help articulate the extent to which current activi-
ties are either sustainable or not sustainable (Singh et al., 2009), SATs
BREEAM
Building Research Establishment’s Environmental Assessment Method
(BREEAM), established in 1990, was first launched in the UK with office
buildings in mind (Bonham-Carter, 2010; Sharifi & Murayama, 2013),
but later expanded in scope to also include specific schemes for residen-
tial housing and neighbourhoods. It is perceived to be one of the world’s
foremost environmental reporting tools for buildings (Crawley & Aho,
1999). Scores are awarded to 10 criteria—management, health and well-
being, energy, transport, water, materials, waste, land use and ecology,
pollution and innovation—according to performance, and summed to
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to themselves the office of escort. Quite gleefully they followed her,
as she, unconscious of their presence, trudged toward the hotel. She
was so thoughtful as to save them even the small trouble of
transporting her.
“Like the feller that let the bear chase him into camp so’s he could
shoot his meat nigh home,” whispered one of the gentlemen.
Carmel proceeded rapidly; too rapidly for such precautions as she
should have observed. She was without plan; her mind was in such
chaos as to render planning futile. Instinct alone was not inactive....
No matter how shaken the objective faculties may be, those superior
subjective intuitions and inhibitions and urgings never sleep. Their
business is so largely with the preservation of the body which they
inhabit that they dare not sleep.
Quite without thinking; without a clear idea why she did so, Carmel
turned off the road and took to the woods. Self-preservation was at
work. Instinct was in control.... The gentlemen behind quickened
their pace, disgruntled at this lack of consideration on the part of
their quarry.... It was with some difficulty they found the place where
she entered the woods.... Carmel herself had vanished utterly. In that
black maze, a tangle of slashings, a huddle of close-growing young
spruce, it was impossible to descry her, to tell in which direction she
had turned. Nor did they dare make use of a flashlight in an effort to
follow her trail. However, they must needs do something, so, keeping
the general direction of the hotel, paralleling the road, they
proceeded slowly, baffled, but hopeful....
CHAPTER XXIII
IT is not easy for one unaccustomed to the woods to remain
undeviatingly upon his course even in the daytime; at night it can be
accomplished only by a miracle. Carmel, in a state of agitation which
was not distant from hysteria, had paused neither to consider nor to
take her bearings. Of herself she was utterly careless. The only
thought in her mind was to reach, and in some manner to give aid to,
Evan Pell if he remained alive. Instinct alone moved her to turn off
the road and seek the protection of the forest. Once engulfed in its
blackness she stumbled alone, tripping, falling, turning, twisting—
hurrying, always hurrying.... The physical exertion cleared her brain,
reduced her to something like rationality.
She paused, leaned panting against the bole of a great beech ... and
discovered she was lost.
The evening had been cloudy, but now the clouds were being
dissipated by an easterly breeze—a chilly breeze—and from time to
time the moon peered through to turn the blackness of the woods
into a cavern, dim-lit, filled with moving, grotesque alarming
shadows. The shape of fear lurks always in the forest. It hides
behind every tree, crouches in every thicket, ready to leap out upon
the back of him who shall for an instant lay aside the protective
armor of his presence of mind. The weapon of fear is panic.... Fear
perches upon the shoulder, whispering: “You are lost. You know not
which way to go.... You have lost your way.” Then there arises in the
heart and brain of the victim a sensation so horrible that words
cannot describe it; it can be realized only by those who have
experienced it. It is a combination of emotions and fears, comparable
to nothing.... It is a living, clutching, torturing horror. First comes
apprehension, then bewilderment. A frenzied effort to discover some
landmark, to tear from the forest the secret of the points of the
compass. One determines to sit calmly and reflect; to proceed
coolly.... The thing is impossible. One sits while the watch ticks fifty
times, and is sure he has rested for hours. He arises, takes two
steps with studied deliberation, and finds he is running, bursting
through slashings and underbrush in unreasoning frenzy. And frenzy
thrives upon itself. One wishes to shout, to scream.... Fear chokes
him, engulfs him. Reason deserts utterly, and there remains nothing
but horror, panic....
Carmel experienced this and more. Throbbing, rending terror was
hers, yet, even at the height of her panic, there lay beneath it,
making it more horrible, her fear for Evan Pell. She uttered his name.
Sobbing, she called to him—and always, always she struggled
forward under the urge of panic. Even the little nickel-plated electric
flash in her pocket was forgotten. That would have been something
—light! It would have been a comfort, a hope.... How long she ran
and fell, picked herself up to stagger onward to another fall, she did
not know. For minutes the woods were an impenetrable gulf of
blackness; then the moon would emerge to permit its eerie light to
trickle through the interlacing foliage, and to paint grotesque patterns
upon the ground beneath her feet. Threatening caverns loomed;
mysterious sounds assailed her.... She was sobbing, crying Evan
Pell’s name. And then—with startling suddenness—the woods
ceased to be, and light was.... The heavens were clean swept of
clouds, and the moon, round and full, poured down the soft silver of
its radiance—a radiance reflected, mirrored, turned to brighter silver
by the rippled waters of the lake.... Carmel sank in a pitiful little heap
and cried—they were tears of relief. She had reached the lake.
It was possible to reason now. She had turned from the road to the
right. The Lakeside Hotel was to the left of the road, and, therefore,
she had but to skirt the shore of the lake, traveling to leftward, and
she must reach her destination.
She arose, composed herself, and, womanlike, arranged her hat and
hair. Then, keeping close to the water for fear she might again
become bewildered and so lose this sure guide, she started again
toward her objective.
As she turned a jutting point of land she saw, a quarter of a mile
distant, the not numerous lights which indicated the presence of
Bangs’s ill-reputed hostelry. This sure realization of the nearness of
danger awakened caution. It awakened, too, a sense of her futility.
Now that she was where something must be done, what was there
possible for her to do? What did she mean to do?... She could not
answer, but, being an opportunist, she told herself that events should
mold her actions; that some course would open before her when
need for it became imminent.
Small things she noted—inconsequential things. The lake had fallen
during the dry weather. She noted that. It had receded to leave at its
edge a ribbon of mud, sometimes two feet, sometimes six feet
wide.... This was one of those inconsequential, extraneous facts
which appear so sharply and demand attention when the mind is
otherwise vitally occupied.... She noted the thick-growing pickerel
grass growing straight and slender and thrusting its spears upward
through the scarcely agitated water. It was lovely in the moonlight....
She noted the paths upon the water, paths which began without
reason and wound off to no destination.... Her eyes were busy,
strangely busy, photographically occupied. No detail of that nocturne
but would be printed indelibly upon the retina of her brain so long as
she should live.... Details, details, details!
Then she stopped! Her hand flew to her breast with sudden gesture
and clutched the bosom of her waist. She started back, trembling....
Was that a log lying half upon the muddy ribbon, half submerged in
the receded waters of the lake? She hoped it was a log, but there
was something—something which arrested her, compelled her.... If it
were a log it was such a log as she never had seen before.... It had
not a look of hard solidity, but rather of awful limpness, of softness. It
sprawled grotesquely. It was still, frightfully still.... She gathered her
courage to approach; stood upon the grassy shelf above this shape
which might have been a log but seemed not to be a log, and bent to
peer downward upon it....
She thought she screamed, but she did not. No sound issued from
her throat, although her lips opened.... She fell back, covering her
face.... The log was no log; it was no twisted, grotesque drift wood....
It was the body of a man, the limbs of a man fearfully extended....
Carmel felt ill, dizzy. She struggled against faintness. Then the
searing, unbearable thought—was it Evan?... She must know, she
must determine....
Alone with the thing beneath her, with the fearsome woods behind
her, with the lonely, coldly glittering lake before her, it was almost
beyond belief that she should find the courage to determine....
Something within her, something stronger than horror, than terror,
laid its hand upon her and compelled her. She could not, dared not,
believe it was Evan Pell.
From her pocket she drew the little, nickel-plated flashlight and
pressed its button. Then, covering her eyes, she forced herself inch
by inch to approach the lip of the grassy shelf.... She could not look,
but she must look.... First she pointed the beam of the light
downward, her eyes tight-closed. Clenching her fist, biting her lips,
she put every atom of strength in her body to the task of forcing the
lids of her eyes to open—and she looked, looked full upon the awful
thing at her feet.
For an instant sickness, frightful repulsion, horror, was held at bay by
relief.... It was not Evan. Those soggy garments were not his; that
bulk was not his.... She dared to look again, and let none decry the
courage required to perform this act.... It was a terrible thing to
see.... Her eyes dared not remain upon the awful, bearded face.
They swept downward to where the coat, lying open, disclosed the
shirt.... Upon the left bosom of the shirt was a metal shape. Carmel
stared at it—and stared.... It was a star, no longer bright and
glittering, but unmistakably a star....
Then, instantly, Carmel Lee knew what had become of Sheriff
Churchill....
It was enough; she was required to look no more.... The spot was
accursed, unendurable, and she fled from it; fled toward the lights of
the Lakeside Hotel.... That they were lights of which she could not
beg shelter she did not think; that she was safer with the thing which
the lake had given up she did not consider. That the living to whom
she fled were more frightful than the dead whom she deserted was
not for her to believe in that moment. She must have light; she must
feel the presence of human beings, hear human voices—it mattered
not whose they were.
Presently, forcing her way through a last obstruction of baby
spruces, she reached the thoroughfare, and there, hidden by the
undergrowth, she stood, looking for the first time upon this group of
buildings so notorious in the county, so important in her own affairs.
The hotel itself, a structure of frame and shingles, stretched along
the lake—a long, low, squatting, sinister building. A broad piazza
stretched from end to end, and from its steps a walk led down to a
wharf jutting into the water. To the rear were barns and sheds and an
inclosure hidden from the eye by a high lattice—a typical roadhouse
of the least desirable class.... She searched such of its windows as
were lighted. Human figures moved to and fro in the room which
must have been the dining room. An orchestra played....
She had been on the spot but a moment when she heard the
approaching engine of some motor vehicle. She waited. A huge
truck, loaded high and covered with a tarpaulin, drew up to the gate
at the rear of the hotel. Its horn demanded admittance, the gate
opened and it rolled in.... She waited, uncertain. Another truck
appeared—high loaded as the first—and was admitted.... Then, in
quick succession, three others.... Five trucks loaded to capacity—
and Carmel knew well what was their load!... Contraband!... Its value
to be counted not by thousands of dollars, but by tens of thousands!
The facts were hers now, but what was she to do with them? To
whom report them?... And there was Evan. What mattered
contraband whisky when his fate was in doubt? Evan Pell came first
—she realized now that he came first, before everything, before
herself!... She asked no questions, but accepted the fact.
Keeping to the roadside in the shadows, she picked her way along
for a couple of hundred feet, meaning to cross the road and to make
her way to the rear of the hotel’s inclosure. There must be some
opening through which she might observe what passed and so make
some discovery which might be of use to her in her need.... She
paused, undecided, determined a sudden, quick crossing would be
safest, and, lifting her skirts, ran out upon the roadway....
There was a shout, a rush of feet. She felt ungentle hands, and,
dropping such inhibitions as generations of civilization had imposed
upon her, Carmel fought like a wildcat, twisting, scratching, tearing....
She was crushed, smothered. Her arms were twisted behind her, a
cloth jerked roughly over her face, and she felt herself lifted in
powerful arms.... They carried her to some door, for she heard them
rap for admission.
“Who’s there?” said a voice.
“Fetch Peewee,” said one of her captors. “Quick.” Then came a short
wait, and she heard Peewee Bangs’s nasal voice. “What’s up?” he
demanded.
“We got her. What’ll we do with her?”
“Fetch her in,” said Peewee. “Up the back stairs. I’ll show ye the
way.”
Carmel, not struggling now, was carried up a narrow flight of steps;
she heard a key turn in a lock. Then she was thrust into a room,
pushed so that she stumbled and went to her knees. The door
slammed behind her and was locked again.... She got to her feet,
trembling, wavering, snatched the cloth from her face, and looked
before her.... There, in the dim light, she saw a man. He stood
startled, staring with unbelieving eyes.
“Evan!...” she cried. “Evan!... Thank God you’re alive.”
CHAPTER XXIV
HE did not come toward her; did not move from his place, and then
she saw that he stood only by clinging to the back of a chair.... He
leaned forward and stared at her through eyes drawn by pain.
“You’re hurt!... They’ve hurt you!” she cried.
“My ankle only,” he said. “Sprained, I fancy.” Then, “What are you
doing here?” He spoke almost petulantly as one would speak to a
naughty child who turns up in some embarrassing spot.
“I—I found your letter,” she said.
“My letter?... Ah yes, my letter.... Then I—I brought you into this
trap.”
“No.... Evan, it was a fine thing you did. For me. You—have come to
this for me.”
“It was an exceedingly unintelligent thing—writing that letter.”
“Listen, Evan.... As long as I live I shall be glad you wrote it. I am
glad, glad ... to know there is a man capable of—of sacrificing and—
maybe dying for——”
“Nonsense!” said Evan. “It was a trap, of course. And I thought my
mental caliber was rather larger than that of these people. Very
humiliating.” He frowned at her. “Why did you have to come?”
“You ask that?”
“I most certainly do ask it. You had no business to come. Wasn’t my
failure to return a sufficient warning?... Why did you take this foolish
risk?”
“You don’t know?”
“I want to know,” he said with the severity of a schoolmaster cross-
questioning a refractory pupil.
“Must I tell?”
“You must.” Carmel was almost able to see the humor of it. A
pathetic shadow of a smile lighted her face.
“I didn’t want to—to tell it this way,” she said. “I——”
“Will you be so good as to give me a direct answer? Why did you
come rushing here—headlong—when you knew perfectly well——”
He paused and his severe eyes accused her.
She moved a step closer; her hands fluttered up from her side and
dropped again; she bit her lip. “Because,” she said, in the lowest of
voices, “I love you—and—and where you were I—wanted to be.”
The chair which supported Evan tipped forward and clattered again
into place. He stared at her as if she were some very strange
laboratory specimen indeed, and then said in his most insistently
didactic voice, punctuating his words with a waggling forefinger, “You
don’t mean to stand there—and to tell me—that you love me!”
Carmel gave a little laugh.
“Don’t you want me to?”
“That,” he said, “is beside the question.... You ... you ... love me?”
She nodded.
“I don’t believe you,” he said. “You couldn’t. Nobody could.... I’ve
been studying this—er—matter of love, and I am assured of my
complete unfitness to arouse such an emotion.”
Her heart misgave her. “Evan—you—you love me?”
“I do,” he said, emphatically. “Most assuredly I do, but——”
“Then it’s all right,” she said.
“It’s not all right.... I don’t in the least believe you—er—reciprocate
my feeling for you.... You are—er—deceiving me for some reason.”
“Evan—please—oh——” Her lips quivered and her voice became
tearful. “You—you’re making it—terribly hard. Girls don’t usually have
to—to argue with men to—to make them believe they love them....
You—you’re hurting me.”
“I—er—have no intention of doing so. In fact I—I would not hurt you
for—anything in the world.... As a matter of—of fact, I want to—
prevent you from being hurt....” At this point he bogged down, the
wheels of his conversation mired, and progress ceased.
“Then,” demanded Carmel, “why do you make me do it?”
“Do what?”
“Propose to you, Evan Pell. It’s not my place. I have to do all the
courting.... If you—you want me, why don’t you say so—and—and
ask me to marry you?”
“You—you’d marry me?”
“I don’t know.... Not—I won’t say another word until you’ve asked me
—as—as a man should.”
He drew a deep breath and, bending forward, searched her face with
hungry eyes. What he saw must have satisfied him, given him
confidence, for he threw back his shoulders. “I can’t come to you,” he
said, gently. “I want to come to you. I want to be close to you, and to
tell you how I love you—how my love for you has changed my life....
I—my manner—it was because I couldn’t believe—because the idea
that you—you could ever see anything in me to—to admire—was so
new. I never believed you—could.... I—was satisfied to love you. But
—Carmel—if you can—if some miracle has made you care for a
poor creature like me—I shall—Oh, my dear!—it will make a new
world, a wonderful and beautiful world.... I—I can’t come to you. Will
you—come to me?”
She drew closer slowly, almost reluctantly, and stood before him. His
grave, starving eyes looked long into hers.
“My—my dear!” he said, huskily, and kneeling upon the chair with his
sound leg—in order to release his arms for more essential purposes,
he held them out to her....
“Your arms are strong,” she said presently. “I had no idea.... You are
very strong.”
“I—exercise with a rowing machine,” he said.... And then: “Now we
must think.... I didn’t much care—before. Now I have something to
live for.”
His words brought Carmel back to the realities, to the prison room in
which they were locked, and to the men below stairs who had made
them prisoners for their sinister purposes.
“I have found Sheriff Churchill,” she said.
“His body?”
She nodded. “And this house is full of contraband liquor. Five big
trucks—loaded....”
“All of which is useless information to us here.”
“What—do you think they will do with us?”
Evan turned away his head and made no answer.
Carmel clutched his arm. “Oh, they wouldn’t.... They couldn’t.... Not
now. Nothing can happen to us now.”
“At any rate,” he said, gravely, “we have this. It is something.”
“But I want more. I want happiness—alive with you.... Oh, we must
do something—something.”
“Sit down,” he said. “Please—er—be calm. I will see what is to be
done.”
He sank into the chair, and she sat close beside him, clinging to his
hand. Neither spoke.... At the sound of footsteps in the hall outside
their heads lifted and their eyes fastened upon the door. A key
grated in the lock and the door swung inward, permitting Peewee
Bangs to enter. He stood grinning at them—the grin distorting his
pinched, hunchback’s face.
“Well,” he said, “here you be—both of ye. How d’ye like the
accommodations?”
Peewee evidently came to talk, not to be talked to, for he did not wait
for an answer.
“Folks that go meddlin’ in other folkses’ business ought to be more
careful,” he said. “But numbers hain’t.... Now you was gittin’ to be a
dummed nuisance. We’ve talked about you consid’able.... And say,
we fixed it so’s you hain’t goin’ to be missed for a day or so. Uh huh.
Had a feller telephone from the capital sayin’ you was back there on
business.”
“What—are you going to do with us?” Carmel asked.
“Nothin’ painful—quite likely. If you was to turn up missin’ that ’u’d
make too many missin’ folks.... So you hain’t a-goin’ to. Nope. We
calc’late on havin’ you found—public like. Sure thing. Sheriff’s goin’
to find ye.”
“Sheriff Jenney?”
“That’s him.... We’re goin’ to kind of arrange this room a little—like
you ’n’ that teacher feller’d been havin’ a nice leetle party here.
Understand?... Plenty to drink and sich.” He drew his head back
upon his distorted shoulders and looked up at them with eyes in
which burned the fire of pure malice. Carmel turned away from him
to determine from Evan’s face if he understood Bangs’s meaning. It
was clear he did not.
“Don’t git the idea, eh?” Peewee asked, with evident enjoyment.
“Wa-al, since we got a good sheriff and one that kin be depended on,
things is different here. He’s all for upholdin’ the law, and he aims to
make an example out of me.”
“Sheriff Jenney make an example of you!” Carmel exclaimed.
“Funny, hain’t it? But that’s the notion. You bet you.... Goin’ to kind of
raid my hotel, like you might say, and git evidence ag’in’ me. Dunno’s
he’ll find much. More’n likely he won’t.... But he’ll find you two folks—
he’ll come rampagin’ in here and find you together as cozy as bugs
in a rug.” Peewee stopped to laugh with keen enjoyment of the
humorous situation he described. “He’ll find you folks here, and he’ll
find how you been together to-night and all day to-morrer.... And
plenty of refreshments a-layin’ around handy. Reg’lar party.”
“You mean Sheriff Jenney will come to this hotel—officially—and find
Mr. Pell and myself in this room?”
“That’s the ticket.”
“Why—why—he’d have to let us go.”
“Sooner or later,” said Peewee. “Fust he’d take you to the jail and
lock you up—disorderly persons or some sich charge. Drinkin’ and
carousin’ in my hotel!... Course he’ll have to let you go—sometime.
Maybe after the jedge gives you thirty days in the calaboose.”
“Um!... I think I comprehend,” said Evan, slowly. “I—In fact, I am sure
I comprehend.... Sheriff Jenney did not originate this plan, I am
sure.... Nor yourself. It required a certain modicum of intelligence.”
“’Tain’t no matter who thought it up—it’s thought,” said Peewee, “and
when the town of Gibeon comes to know all the facts—why, I don’t
figger you two’ll be in a position to do nobody much harm.... Folks
hain’t apt to believe you like you was the Bible. Kind of hidebound,
them Gibeon people. Sh’u’dn’t be s’prised if they give you a ride out
of town on a rail.”
“Nobody would believe it. We would tell everyone how we came to
be here.” This from Carmel.
“We’re willin’ to take that chance,” grinned Peewee. “Seems like a
certain party’s got a grudge ag’in’ you, miss, and he allus pays off his
grudges.”
“As he paid off Sheriff Churchill,” said Carmel.
“Killin’,” said Peewee, sententiously, “is quick. This here’ll last you a
lifetime. You’ll allus be knowed as the gal that was arrested with a
man in the Lakeside Hotel....”
He turned on his heel and walked to the door; there he paused to
grin at them maliciously before he disappeared, locking the door
after him with elaborate care.
“They—nobody would believe,” said Carmel.
“I am afraid, indeed, I may say I am certain, everybody would
believe,” said Evan. “I have seen the reactions of Gibeon to affairs of
this sort. Gibeon loves to believe the worst.”
“Then——”
“We would have to go away,” said Evan, gravely.
“But—but the story would follow us.”
“Such stories always follow.”
Carmel studied his face. It was Evan Pell’s face, but for the first time
she saw how different it was from the pedant’s face, the
schoolmaster’s face, he had worn when first she met him. The
spectacles were gone; the dissatisfied, supercilious expression was
gone, and, in its place, she perceived something stronger, infinitely
more desirable. She saw strength, courage, sympathy,
understanding. She saw what gave her hope even in this, her
blackest hour. If the worst came to the worst she had found a man
upon whom to rely, a man who would stand by her to the end and
uphold her and protect her and love her.
Yet—she closed her eyes to shut out the imagined scenes—to be
branded as a woman who could accompany a man to such a resort
as the Lakeside, and to remain with him there for days and nights—
carousing!... She knew how she regarded women who were guilty of
such sordid affairs. Other women would look at her as she looked at
them, would draw away their skirts when she passed, would peer at
her with hard, hostile, sneering eyes.... That would be her life
thenceforward—the life of an outcast, of a woman detected in sin....
It would be horrible, unspeakably horrible—unbearable. She had
valued herself so highly, had, without giving it conscious thought, felt
herself to be so removed from such affairs as quite to dwell upon a
planet where they could not exist. She had been proud without
knowing she was proud.... It had not been so much a sensation of
purity, a consciousness of purity, as a sureness in herself, a certainty
that evil could not approach her.... And now....
“Evan—Evan—I am frightened,” she said.
“If only you had not come,” he answered.
“But I am here—I am glad I am here—with you.”
He stretched out his hand toward her and she laid her hand in the
clasp of his fingers.
“We have until to-morrow night,” he said. “Twenty-four hours.”
“But——”
“Empires have fallen in twenty-four hours.”
“Maybe—some one will come to look for us.”
He shook his head. “They will have taken care of that.”
“Then you—think there is no chance.”
“I—— Carmel dear, the chance is slight. I must admit the chance is
slight. But with twenty-four hours.... If——” His eyes traveled about
the skimpily furnished room, searching for something, searching for it
vainly. “If I could walk,” he said. “I’m—almost helpless.”
She went to him, trembling, the horror of the future eating into her as
if it were an acid-coated mantle. “I—I won’t be able to live,” she said.
He did not answer, for his eyes were fixed on the door which led, not
into the hall, but into an adjoining bedroom. They rested upon its
white doorknob as if hypnotized.
“Will you help me to that door?” he asked. “I’ll push the chair along.
You—can you keep me from falling?”
Slowly, not without twinges of hot pain in his injured ankle, they
reached the door. Evan felt in his pocket for his penknife, and with it
set about loosening the screw which held the knob in place. Twice
he broke the blade of his knife, but at last he managed the thing. The
white doorknob rested in his hand.
“There,” he said, “that is something.”
“What?... I don’t understand.”
He sat in the chair, removed the shoe from his sound foot and then
the sock. He did this slowly, methodically, and as methodically
replaced the shoe on his sockless foot. Then he lifted from the floor
the stocking and dropped into it the doorknob. It fitted snugly into the
toe.
“Er—I have read of such things,” he said. He grasped the sock by
the top and whirled it about his head. “Mechanics,” said he, “teach us
that a blow delivered with such an implement is many times more
efficacious than a blow delivered with the—er—solid object held
directly in the hand....”
CHAPTER XXV
“I HAVE come to the conclusion,” said Evan Pell, “that every man, no
matter what his vocation, should be a man of action. That is to say,
he should devote some attention and practice to those muscular and
mental activities which will serve him should some unexpected
emergency arise.”
“Yes,” said Carmel.... “Yes.”
“I find myself with little or no equipment for strenuous adventure.
This, we must admit, proves itself to be a serious oversight.”
“Do you know how long we have been shut in this room?” Carmel
demanded.
“I do. You were—er—propelled into this place at approximately ten-
thirty last night. It is now five o’clock to-day. Eighteen hours and a
half.”
“Nothing has happened—nothing!... We’ve been fed like animals in a
zoo.... I dozed fitfully during the night. We’ve talked and talked, and
waited—waited.... This waiting! Evan, I—it’s the waiting which is so
terrible.”
“There are,” said Evan, with self-accusation in his voice, “men who
would escape from this place. They would do it with seeming ease.
Undoubtedly there is a certain technique, but I do not possess it. I—
er—on an occasion I attended a showing of motion pictures. There
was an individual who—without the least apparent difficulty,
accomplished things to which escape from this room would be mere
child’s play.”
“To-night,” said Carmel, “the sheriff will come to this hotel, and find
us here.”
“What must you think of me?” Evan said, desperately. He turned in
his chair and stared through the window toward the woods which
surrounded the hotel upon three sides, his shoulders drooping with
humiliation. Carmel was at his side in an instant, her hands upon his
shoulders.
“Evan!... Evan! You must not accuse yourself. No man could do
anything. You have done all—more than all—any man could do....
We—whatever comes, we shall face it together.... I—I shall always
be proud of you.”
“I—I want you to be proud of me. I—the man will be here with our
food in half an hour.... Would you mind standing at some distance?”
She withdrew, puzzled. Evan drew from his pocket the stocking with
the doorknob in its toe and studied it severely. “This,” said he, “is our
sole reliance. It has a most unpromising look. I have never seen an
implement less calculated to arouse hope.”
He edged his chair closer to the bed, grasped the top of the sock,
and scowled at a spot on the coverlid. He shook his head, reached
for his handkerchief, and, folding it neatly, laid it upon the spot at
which he had scowled.
“A—er—target,” he explained.
Then, drawing back his arm, he brought down the improvised slung-
shot with a thud upon the bed.
“Did I hit it?” he asked.
“I—I don’t think so.”
“I knew it.... It is an art requiring practice.”
Again and again he belabored the bed with his weapon, asking after
each blow if he had struck the mark. “I fancy,” he said, “I am
becoming more accomplished. I—er—am pretending it is a human
head. I am endeavoring to visualize it as the head of an individual
obnoxious to me.”
“But why? What are you about?”
“I have heard it said that desperate situations demand desperate
remedies. I am about to become desperate. Do I look desperate?”
He turned to her hopefully.
“I—you look very determined.”
“It is, perhaps, the same thing. I am very determined. I am
inexorable.... Please listen at the door. If he comes upon us before I
have time to make essential preparations, my desperation will be of
no avail.”
Carmel went to the door and listened while Evan continued to
belabor the bed. “Decidedly,” he panted, “I am becoming proficient. I
hit it ten times hand-running.”
“But——”
“Please, listen.... You see how impossible it is for me to escape. I am
unable to walk, much less to make satisfactory speed.... You,
however, are intact. Also, if one of us is found to be absent, this
unspeakable plan must fail. I am working upon a plan—a desperate
plan—to make possible the absence of one of us—namely, yourself.”
“Silly!... Do you think I would leave you here—for them to—to do
what they wanted to?”
“If you escape they will dare do nothing to me. That is clear.
Undoubtedly they will be chagrined, and at least one of their number
will be—in a position to require medical attention. I trust this will be
so. I should like to feel I have injured somebody. A latent savagery is
coming to the surface in me.”
“But what are you going to do?”
“I think I had best assume the position necessary to my plan,” he
said. “Would you mind helping me to the door?”
He hitched his chair along until it stood close to the wall at the side of
the door opposite from its hinges. Evan flattened himself against the
wall where it would be impossible for one entering the door to see
him until well within the room.
“There,” he said. “You, also, have your part.”
“What—what must I do?”
“He will be carrying a tray of dishes. If—events should so shape
themselves that he should drop this, a tremendous and alarming
crash would result. It would spell disaster. You, therefore, will be at
the door when the man opens it, and will reach for the tray. Be sure
you have it grasped firmly—and on no account—it matters not how
startled you may be at what follows—are you to drop it. Everything
depends upon that.”
“And then——”
“A great deal depends upon yourself. The unexpectedness of our
attempt will militate in our favor. Should matters eventuate as I
expect, you will be able to leave this room. From that instant I cannot
help you.... But, an attempt on our part not being expected, I rather
imagine you will be able to make your way downstairs and out of
doors.... It is only a chance, of course. It may fail, in which event we
will be no worse off than we are at present.... You will then hasten to
Gibeon and take such measures as you conceive to be adequate.”
“I shan’t leave you.... I shan’t, I shan’t, I shan’t.”
His lips compressed and an expression appeared upon his face
which she had never seen there before. It was masterful, an
expression of conscious force. It was the real man peering through
its disguise. His hand clenched into a fist.
“By Heavens!” he said, “you’ll do as you’re told.”
“Evan!”
“Precisely,” he said. “Now make ready.”
They waited, wordless. It was five minutes perhaps before heavy
feet ascended the stairs, and they heard the rattle of dishes as the
man set down his tray to unlock the door. He thrust it open with his
foot, picked up the tray and stepped through the opening. Carmel
stood before him. She stretched out her hands for the tray and
grasped it.... As she did so, Evan Pell, standing poised over his
chair, swung forward his homely weapon.... His practice had made
for efficiency. The doorknob thudded sickeningly upon the man’s
bald head; he stood swaying an instant, then his knees declined
further to sustain his weight, and he folded up into a limp heap on
the floor.