“They’re goin’ to a place called Upper Wooton, about half way between Saltash and Callington, on the Launceston road. I know the village—quite a tiny place,” Gibbs said, as we went up the picturesque1 street of Ashburton.
“Then we’d better go straight on there.”
“They’re goin’ through Plymouth, but the most direct way, and much shorter, is through Tavistock, which would bring us right into the cross-roads at Callington. We’d save a couple of hours by that, and, after all, they’ve got a ‘forty,’ you know, while ours is only a ‘sixteen’. They’ll make better pace than us up the hills.”
“Very well,” I said, “I leave it to you. We must be there first, in any case. Are they staying the night there?”
“Their man says so. ’E’s a stranger, however, and ’e says they’re a rum party.”
“Oh! Why?” I asked in quick surprise.
“Well—sir,” responded Gibbs, somewhat reluctantly, “it ain’t for me to repeat what ’e said, seein’ as they’re friends o’ yourn.”
“Oh! whatever you say will make no difference,” I assured him. “Besides, they’re not exactly my friends. Two of them I’ve never seen before in my life. So you can speak quite frankly2. Indeed, I’m very anxious to hear what makes their man think they are mysterious.” I recollected3 that Murray’s reticence4 had aroused the curiosity of the hotel proprietor5 at Swanage, and wondered what else had occurred to cause the chauffeur6 to suspect that something was wrong.
“The car belongs to somebody named Rusden, who lives in Worcestershire, and the chauffeur is in his employ. Mr Rusden has lent the car to the party,” Gibbs explained. “The chauffeur started from Stourbridge yesterday morning, with orders to meet a lady and gentleman at Chippenham station at midnight last night, and take ’em on all through the night to Swanage. There ’e picked up the gentleman and the young lady, and after two hours’ rest was ordered to drive on down to Plymouth with all possible speed.”
“But what makes him think there’s any mystery about them? He, no doubt, received orders from his master.”
“No, ’e didn’t. That’s just it. Mr Rusden told him to go to Chippenham and take the lady and gentleman to Aylesbury, whereas they gave him orders entirely7 different. An’ besides that, the chauffeur overheard something this morning.”
“What did he overhear?”
“The two men were talking together, and the elder said ’e hoped as ’ow they wouldn’t be followed, or the whole show ’ud be give away.”
“Curious,” I remarked. “Very curious.”
“Yes, sir. ’E told me as ’ow all along the road they’ve been urgin’ ’im to go faster, but ’e wasn’t goin’ to risk being caught by a ‘heg’og’. ’E’s evidently rather troubled, because ’e don’t know what ’is master ’ull say at ’im comin’ down here. Perhaps they’re flyin’ from the police—who knows?”
I laughed his suggestion into ridicule8, yet at heart I was much puzzled. What could it mean?
Why were they in such fear of being followed?
“Well,” I said, “at any rate we’ll push on to Upper Wooton, and see what they’re going to do there.”
“Then we’ll go by Tavistock. The road is just off on the right, about a mile or so farther on,” my companion said. “We ought to be there before dark, if we get no punctures,” and he drew down his goggles9 from his cap and increased the speed of the car.
Once or twice I looked back, but saw no sign of the blue car following us. Murray and his friends were, no doubt, quietly having their tea in that pretty old garden.
For nearly an hour I sat in rigid10 silence, as one so often does for long periods when motoring. Was that round-faced fellow upon whom Ella had smiled actually her lover? Who, I wondered, was the elder woman? And why had they come to Chippenham at midnight to be met by a motor-car and drive on through the night? There was certainly some motive11 in that long night ride.
Was it possible that they were really escaping? It certainly seemed very much like it.
Ella’s movements in leaving Lucie and her father so suddenly, and in flying from me when she had confessed that she still loved me, were all suspicious. Some very strong and sinister12 motive underlay13 it all—of that I felt absolutely convinced.
Darker clouds gathered over the hills between Two Bridges and Tavistock, and another sharp shower fell, making us uncomfortably wet, but we never, for one moment, slackened speed. The rain laid the dust, for which we were thankful. At Gunnislake, just as the twilight14 was falling, we crossed the Cornish border, and by lighting-up time we were at the cross-roads outside Callington, with only four miles farther to negotiate.
This we quickly accomplished15, at last running into a quaint16 old-world Cornish village which Gibbs informed me was the destination of the suspicious quartette.
There was but one inn, “The Crown,” and putting the car into the coach-house there, we ordered dinner. Cold meat and beer were all that the landlord could offer, but I ate ravenously17, my ears all the while keenly on the alert for the hum of the car which we had outstripped18.
After I had eaten I went out into the semi-darkness and looked round the quiet peaceful old village street of snug19 thatched cottages, the row broken by a red brick chapel20 and a corrugated21 iron church-room.
Only one gentleman lived in the vicinity, so the landlord informed me. His name was Mr Gordon-Wright, a London gentleman, and he lived at the “Glen,” which we had passed about half a mile before entering the village. Gordon-Wright! And this was his hiding-place!
Twilight had deepened into night as I sat upon a rough bench outside the inn, my ears still strained in order to catch sound of the approach of the car.
Gibbs’ theory was that they had probably stopped to dine in Plymouth, and certainly that seemed a very feasible one.
Would they put up at the inn, I wondered? Or were they making their way to Gordon-Wright’s? Out of curiosity, and in order to kill time, I rose and strolled along the village across the bridge and up the steep hill on to the road down which we had descended22.
In passing in the car I had no recollection of having noticed a house, but as I now approached on foot I saw on the left a large clump23 of trees, surrounding a big white house.
On nearer approach the “Glen” proved to be one of those ugly, inartistic, early Georgian structures which a later generation had covered with stucco, surrounded by a large but ill-kept flower-garden, and beyond a thick spinney, all being allowed to run wild and unattended.
The garden was shut off from the high-road by a high wall of red brick, but the gates were iron, and through them, as I passed, I could obtain a good view of the house, inasmuch as the drawing-room windows were open, and the lamps beneath their white silk shades revealed that the place was cheaply upholstered in a rather gaudy24 chintz. The hall door, too, was open, and within I recognised an air of need. The hall of every house is an index to the state of the finances of its owner.
I halted for a moment and peered through the gate. From what I saw I at once concluded that either the house had been let furnished for the summer or that Mr Gordon-Wright, alias25 Lieutenant26 Shacklock, was not overburdened with surplus wealth.
As I looked, a middle-aged27 and most respectable, but round-shouldered old man-servant crossed the hall, carrying a tray. He was evidently laying the dinner table.
A moment later a shadow within the drawing-room betrayed the presence of some one there, while to my nostrils28 came the fragrant29 smell of a very good cigar.
A suit-case had been deposited in the hall, and the man-servant, on his return, caught it up and disappeared with it up the red-carpeted stairs.
All this I was watching with idle curiosity, having nothing better to do, when of a sudden the distant note of a motor-horn reached my ear, causing me to start away from where I stood and turn back a few steps in the direction of the village.
My heart leaped within me. Far off I could see the reflection of the head-lights as the car came tearing through the village and up the road at headlong pace.
Was it the blue car? Would it pass on, and leave me behind, after all?
In a few moments the white lights swept into full view, and I stepped to the side of the road to allow them to pass, when, to my joy, the driver began to blow his horn violently, as though to announce his approach.
Yes! They were halting at the “Glen,” after all!
With loud trumpeting30 that echoed among the trees the car flashed past me, and came to a sudden stop before the iron gates, but ere it did so the gates were flung open wide by the servant, and a man came out of the house shouting them a warm and cheery welcome.
The bright rays from the head lamps shone full upon him, dazzling him and preventing my presence being revealed.
I saw his face, and my eyes became riveted31 upon it.
And while I stood there, breathless and stupefied, the party descended, laughing boisterously32 and exchanging greetings.
I looked again. Was it only some strange chimera33 of my vision? Could it be the amazing truth? What further bitterness had life in store for me?
My Ella was standing34 enfolded in the arms of the man who had greeted them, and he was at that moment kissing her fondly upon the lips before them all.
And the man? His countenance35 was, alas36! only too familiar to me.
He was the fellow I had met only that very morning under Miller’s roof—the man whom I had known in Nervi as Lieutenant Shacklock, R.N.!
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