But there was no word either from Dr. Armytage or Lady Oxted, and here no news was distinctly good news. No fresh complication had arisen; Harry1, it might be certainly assumed, was safe at Oxted, Mr. Francis, as certainly, at Vail, though his safety was a matter of infinitesimal moment. Yet, in spite of this, Geoffrey had no morning face; an intolerable presage2 of disaster sat heavy on him, and he brooded sombrely over his meal, reading the paper, yet not noting its contents, and the paragraphs were Dutch to him. Even here in London, the fog centre, one must believe of created things; the morning was one of fine and exquisite3 beauty. Primrose-coloured sunshine flooded the town, the air was brisk with the cleanly smell of autumnal frost. How clearly could he picture to himself what this same hour was like at Vail, how familiar and intimate was the memory of such mornings, when he and[Pg 394] Harry had stepped after breakfast into the sparkling coolness of the young day, and the sunshine from without met with a glad thrill of welcome the sunshine from within! The lake lay level and shining—the brain picture had the vividness of authentic4 hallucination—a wisp of mist still hanging in places over it. Level and shining, too, were the lawns; a pearly mysterious halo moved with the moving shadow of the head. Blackbirds scurried5 and chuckled6 over the grass, the beeches7 were golden in their autumn liveries, a solemn glee even smiled in the gray and toned red of the square house. At that, regret as bitter as tears surged up within him; never again, so he thought, could the particular happiness of those unreflecting days be his; tragedy, like drops from some corroding8 drug, had fallen in sting and smoke upon him; over that fair scene slept on the wing the destroying angel; between himself and Harry had risen the barrier of irreconcilable9 estrangement10. And, like a monstrous11 spider, spinning threads God knew where, or to catch what heedless footstep, Mr. Francis stretched his web over every outlet12 from that house, and sat in each, malign13 and poisonous.
These vague forebodings and the mordancy14 of regret grew to be unbearable15, and, taking his hat, Geoffrey walked out westward16, aimlessly enough, only seeking to dull misgivings17 by the sight of many human faces. The crowd had for him an absorbing fascination18; to be in the midst of folk was to put the rein19 on private fancies, for the[Pg 395] spectacle of life claimed all the attention. But this morning this healthful prescription20 seemed to have lost its efficacy, or the drugs were stale and impotent, and the air was dark with winged fears that came to roost within him, chatting evilly together. Yet the streets were better than his own room, and for nearly two hours he wandered up and down the jostling pavements. Then returning to Orchard21 Street, he entered his weary room, and his heart stood suddenly still, for on the table was lying a telegram.
For a moment he stood by the door, as if fearing even to go near it; then with a stride and an inserted finger the pink sheet was before his eye.
"Harry has just left for Vail," it ran, "passing through London. Sanders has telegraphed that his master is dangerously ill, and he must come at once to see him alive. Take this direct to Dr. Armytage."
The shock was as of fire or cold water, disabling for the moment, but bracing22 beyond words. All the brooding, the regret, the dull, vague aches of the morning had passed as completely as a blink of summer lightning, and Geoffrey knew himself to be strung up again to the level of intelligent activity. As he drove to Wimpole Street he examined the chronology of the message: it had been sent off, it appeared, three hours ago; it was likely that even now Harry was passing through London. A cab was standing23 at the doctor's door, which was open, a servant by it. At the same moment of receiving these impressions[Pg 396] he was aware of two figures in the hall beyond, and he stopped. One was with its back to him, but on the sound of his step it turned round.
"O Geoff," said Harry, holding out his hand, "Uncle Francis is ill, very dangerously ill. I am going to Vail at once, and was just coming to see you first. But now you are here."
By a flash of intuition, unerring and instantaneous, Geoffrey saw precisely24 what was in Harry's mind, and knew that next moment an opportunity so vitally desirable, yet vitally dishonourable to accept, would be given him, that he had no idea whether in his nature there was that which should be strong enough to resist it.
"Won't you come with me?" asked Harry, low and almost timidly. "Can't you—in case we are in time—just ask his forgiveness for the wrong you did him? He is very ill, perhaps dying—dying, Geoff."
At this moment the doctor stepped forward, Bradshaw in hand, to the brighter light by the open door. In passing Geoffrey, he made a faint but unmistakable command of assent25. His finger was on the open page, and he spoke26 immediately.
"We can catch the 3.15, Harry," he said. "Shall I telegraph to them to meet it?"
"Please," said Harry, still looking at the other.—"Geoffrey!" he said again, and touched him on the arm.
Geoffrey heard the leaf of the Bradshaw flutter,[Pg 397] and the sound of his name lingered in his ears. Much, perhaps, was to gain by going, and the price? The price was just deliberate deception27 on a solemn matter. To say "yes" was to declare to his friend that he desired the forgiveness of that horrible man whom he soberly believed to be guilty of the most monstrous designs. But the momentous28 debate was but momentary29.
"No, Harry, I can not," he said.
The two turned from each other without further words, and Geoffrey took a step to where the doctor stood.
"I came to have a word with you," he said, and together they went into the consulting room.
Scarcely had the door closed behind them, when Geoffrey drew the telegram from his pocket.
"I have just found this from Lady Oxted," he said. "Probably she has telegraphed the same to you. Now, how did Harry come here, and what has passed between you?"
The doctor glanced at the sheet.
"Yes, she telegraphed to me also," he said. "Harry's coming was pure luck. He wanted me to go with him down to Vail, to see if anything can be done for Mr. Francis. I hope," he added, with a humour too grim for smiles, "to be able to do a great deal for Mr. Francis."
"So you are going, thank the Lord!" said Geoffrey. "And do you believe in this illness?"
"He may have had another attack," said the doctor with a shrug30; "indeed, it is not improbable[Pg 398] after the agitation31 of yesterday. Again, he may not, and it is a subtle man."
"It is a trap, you mean, to get Harry there."
"Possibly, and if so, a trap laid in a hurry. Else he would never have telegraphed to Harry at Lady Oxted's. He might have guessed it would be passed on to us. I am sorry, by the way, that you could not manage to say 'yes' to his wish that you should go with him. But I respect you for saying 'no.'"
"I couldn't do otherwise," said Geoffrey. "All the same, if it appears desirable, I shall come to Vail."
"Ah, you will come secretly on your own account, just as you would have if you had not seen Harry. That will do just as well. Now I can give you three minutes. I shall be in the house; you, I suppose, will not. How can I communicate with you?"
Geoffrey thought a moment, and his eye brightened.
"In two ways—no less," he said. "Listen carefully, please. At any appointed time, tap at the portrait of old Francis in the hall. I shall be just behind it, and will open it. Or, secondly32, go to the window of the gun room, open it and call me very gently. I shall be within three yards of you, in the centre of the box hedge just outside. I will do whichever seems to you best."
"Does Mr. Francis know of either?" asked the doctor after a pause.
"He knows of the passage inside the house;[Pg 399] of that I am sure. I don't know that he knows of the box hedge."
"Then we will choose that. Now, how will you get to Vail? You must not go by the same train as we. You must not run the risk of Harry seeing you."
"Then I shall go by the next, 5.17, same as Mr. Francis went by yesterday. It gets in at half past six. I will be at the box hedge soon after seven."
"Very good," said the doctor. "Now, in turn, listen to me. Mr. Francis believes he has the metholycine with him; he has also Sanders. It seems to me therefore probable that he will attempt to carry the thing out in the way he indicated to me, which I told you and Lady Oxted."
Geoffrey shook his head.
"Not likely," he said. "You hold the evidence of the metholycine he has taken from your cabinet."
"Yes, but he is desperate, and the drug almost untraceable. Also the fact that he has the metholycine from my cabinet may be supposed to shut my mouth. It looks very much as if I was his accomplice33, does it not? He will guess that this is awkward for me, as indeed it would be, were not the metholycine common salt."
"Ha!" said Geoffrey. "Go on."
"I suspect—I feel sure, then—that his plans are more or less the same as before, only he and Sanders will have to carry it through alone. I see no reason why they should alter the idea of[Pg 400] the supposed burglary. It is simple and convincing, and my mouth is sealed in two ways."
"How two?" asked Geoffrey.
"Two—so Mr. Francis thinks: Harmsworth and metholycine. Now the metholycine will fail, and they will have to get Harry into their power some other way. Also, Mr. Francis will be very anxious, as I told you, that he should not suffer pain. Of that I am certain; it is a fixed34 idea with him. Probably, also, the attempt will be made as planned, late, when the servants are in bed. Now, is there not a groom35 in the stables very like Harry?"
Geoffrey stared.
"Yes, the image of him," he said. "And what about him?"
"Go down to the stables as soon as you get to Vail, and tell him he is wanted at the house. He knows you, I suppose. Walk up with him yourself, and let him be in the box hedge with you."
For a moment the excitement of adventure overpowered all else in Geoffrey's mind.
"Ah, you have some idea!" he cried.
"Nothing, except that it may be useful to—have two Harrys in the house. Allowing time for this, you should be at the box hedge by eight. That shall be the appointed hour."
"But what shall I tell Jim?"
"Jim is the name of the groom? Tell him that it may be in his power to save his master from great peril36. Harry is liked by his servants,[Pg 401] is he not? All that we know at present is that he must wait in the box hedge with you in case we need him. But supposing he is swiftly and secretly needed, how are we to get him into the house?"
"By the secret passage within," said Geoffrey, quick as an echo.
"Good again. It looks as if the Luck was with us. And this passage comes out at the back of old Francis's portrait? Bad place."
"Yes, but also at the bottom of the main stairs, through a panel between them and the hall."
"That is better. There, then—O God, help us all! And now you must go. Harry is waiting for me. I dare not risk trying to convince him. He quarrelled with you, his best friend, for the suspicion—I can serve him better by going with him."
They went out together and found Harry in the hall. He detained Geoffrey with his hand, and the doctor passed on into the dining room.
"You will lunch here, Harry," he said. "It is ready."
From outside the lad closed the door. Geoffrey knew that a bad moment was coming, and set his teeth. But the moment was worse than he anticipated, for Harry's voice when he spoke was broken, and his eyes moist.
"O Geoffrey," he said, "can not you do what I asked? If you knew what it meant to me! There are two men in the world whom I love.[Pg 402] There, you understand—and I can not bear it, simply I can not bear it!"
The temptation had been severe before; it was a trifle to this.
"No, I can't!" cried Geoffrey, eager to get the words spoken, for each moment made them harder to speak. "O Harry, some day you will understand. Before your marriage—I give it a date—I swear to you in God's name that you will understand how it is that I can not come with you to ask Mr. Francis's forgiveness!"
Disappointment deepened on Harry's face, and a gleam of anger shone there.
"I will not ask you a third time," he said, and went into the dining room.
Geoffrey had still three hours to wait in London before the starting of his train, and these were chequered with an incredible crowd of various hopes and fears. At one time he hugged himself on the obvious superiority of their dispositions37 against Mr. Francis; he would even smile to think of the toils38 enveloping39 that evil schemer; again mere40 exhilaration at the unknown and the violent would boil up in effervescence; another moment, and an anguish41 of distrust would seize him. What if, after all, Dr. Armytage had been playing with him, how completely and successfully, he writhed42 to think? A week ago the sweat would have broken out on him to picture Harry travelling down to Vail with that man of sinister43 repute, to be alone in the house with him, Mr. Francis, and the foxlike servant. Had he[Pg 403] been hoodwinked throughout? Was the doctor even now smiling to himself behind his paper at the facility of his victim? At the thought, London turned hell; he had taken the bait like a silly staring fish; even now he was already hauled, as it were, on to dry land, there to gasp44 innocuously, impotent to stir or warn, while who knew what ghastly subaqueous drama might even now be going on? He had trusted the doctor on evidence of the most diaphanous45 kind, unsupported by any testimony46 of another. The sleeping-draught47 given to Harry, the brushing aside of the revolver he had passed to him, when to shoot was impossible—these, with a calculated gravity of face and an assumption of anxious sincerity48, had been enough to convince him of the man's honesty. He could have screamed aloud at the thought, and every moment whirled Harry nearer, helpless and unsuspecting, to that house of death!
Meantime the journey of the two had been for the most part a silent passage. Each was absorbed in his own thoughts and anxieties: Harry, restless, impatient, eager for the quicker falling behind of wayside stations, while the doctor brooded with half-closed eyelids49, intent, it would seem, on the pattern of the carriage mat, his thoughts inconjecturable. Once only, as the train yelled through Slough50, did he speak, but then with earnestness.
"Don't let your uncle know I have come, Harry," he said. "It may be that Sanders has unnecessarily alarmed you. So see him first[Pg 404] yourself, and if this has been a heart attack like to what he had before, and he seems now to be quietly recuperating51, do not let him know I am here. It may only alarm him for his condition."
"Pray God it may be so!" said Harry.
The doctor looked steadfastly52 at the carriage mat.
"Medically speaking," he said, "I insist on this. I should also wish that you would guard against all possibility of his knowing I am here. Sanders, I suppose, looks after him. I should therefore not wish Sanders to know."
"Oh, he can keep a secret," said Harry.
"Very likely; but I would rather he had no secret to keep. I am not speaking without reason. If, as you fear, and as the telegram seems to indicate, this attack has been unusually severe, I must assure you that it is essential that no agitating53 influence of any kind should come near him. If he is in real danger, of course I will see him."
"Would it not be likely to reassure54 him to know you are here?" asked Harry.
"I have told you that I think not," said the doctor, "unless there is absolute need of me. I hope"—and the word did not stick in his throat "that quiet will again restore him."
A trap was waiting for them at the station, driven by Jim, and the doctor had an opportunity of judging how far the likeness55 between the two might be hoped to deceive one who knew them both. Even now, with the one in livery, the other in ordinary dress, it was extraordinary, not[Pg 405] only in superficialities, but somehow essentially56, and he felt that it was worth while to have arranged to profit by it, should opportunity occur. The groom had a note for Harry, which he tore open hastily.
"Ah! that is good," he said, and handed it to the doctor.
It was but a matter of a couple of lines, signed by Templeton, saying merely that the severity of the attack was past, and at the time of writing Mr. Francis was sleeping, being looked after by Sanders, who had not left him since the seizure57. And to the one reader this account brought an up-springing of hope, to the other the conviction that his estimate of Mr. Francis's illness was correct.
Harry went upstairs immediately on his arrival, leaving the doctor in the hall. Templeton, usually a man of wood, had perceptibly started when he opened the door to them and saw the doctor, and now, instead of discreetly58 retiring on the removal of their luggage, he hung about, aimlessly poking59 the fire, putting a crooked60 chair straight, and a straight chair crooked, and fidgeting with the blinds. All at once the strangeness of his manner struck the doctor.
"What have you got to tell me?" he asked suddenly.
The blind crashed down to its full length as the butler's hand dropped the retaining string. The rigid61 control of domestic service was snapped; he was a frightened man speaking to his equal.
[Pg 406]
"This is a strange illness of Mr. Francis's," he said.
The doctor was alive to seize every chance.
"How strange?" he asked. "Mr. Francis has had these attacks before."
"I sent for the doctor from Didcot, as soon as it occurred, unknown to him or Sanders," said Templeton, "but he was not allowed to see him. Why is that, sir? There was Sanders telegraphing for his lordship, and saying that Mr. Francis was dying, yet refusing to let the doctor see him. But perhaps he was expecting you, sir."
"He does not know I am here, Templeton, nor must he know. Look to that; see that the servants do not tell Sanders I am here. Now, what do you mean? You think Mr. Francis is not ill at all."
"Does a man in the jaws62 of death, I may say, play the flute63?" asked the butler.
"Play the flute?"
"Yes, sir. It was during the servants' dinner hour—but I had no stomach for my meat to-day, and went upstairs—when we might have been at dinner perhaps five minutes, and along the top passage to his lordship's room to see if they had it ready. Well, sir, I heard coming from Mr. Francis's room—very low and guarded, so that I should have heard nothing had I not stood outside a moment listening, you may say, but I did not know for what—a little lively tune64 I have heard him play a score of times. But in a minute it ceased, and then I heard two voices talking, and after that[Pg 407] Mr. Francis laughed. That from a man who was sleeping, so Sanders told us."
"This is all very strange," said the doctor.
"Ay, and then the door opened, and out came that man Sanders; black as hell he looked when he saw me! But little I cared for his black looks, and I just asked him how his master was. Very bad, he told me, and wandering, and he wondered whether his lordship would get here in time."
The doctor came a step nearer.
"Templeton," he said, "I rely on you to obey me implicitly65. It is necessary that neither Mr. Francis nor Sanders know I am here. Things which I can not yet tell you may depend on this. And see to this: let me have the room I had before, and put his lordship into the room opening from it. Lock the door of it which leads into the passage, and lose the key, so that the only entrance is through my room. If he asks why his room is changed, make any paltry66 excuse: say the electric light in his room is gone wrong—anything. But make his usual room look as if it was occupied; go up there during dinner, turn down the bed, put a nightshirt on it, and leave a sponge, brushes, and so on."
"Master Harry!" gasped67 the butler, his mind suddenly reverting68 to old days.
The doctor frowned.
"Come," he said, "do not get out of hand like that. Do as I bid you, and try to look yourself. I can tell you no more."
[Pg 408]
Harry came down from the sick room a few minutes later, with a brow markedly clearer.
"He is much better, ever so much better, Sanders thinks," he said. "He was sleeping, but when he wakes he will be told I have come."
"Ah! that is good," said the doctor. "Did Sanders tell you about the attack?"
"Yes, it came on while he was dressing69 this morning. Luckily, Sanders was with him; but for an hour, he tells me, he thought that every breath might be his last. He's a trump70, that man, and there's a head on his shoulders too. He has hardly left him for five minutes."
"Will Sanders sleep in his room to-night?" asked the doctor.
"Yes, he has his meals brought to him there too, so that it will be easy for you not to be seen by him, since you make such a point of it. Oh, thank God, he is so much better! Ah, look! we are going to have one of those curious low mists to-night."
The doctor followed Harry to one of the windows which Templeton had left unshuttered, and looked out.
The autumn twilight71 was fast closing in, and after the hot sun of the day, the mist, in the sudden coolness of its withdrawal72, was forming very thickly and rapidly over the lake. There was a little draught of wind toward the house, not sufficient to disperse73 it, but only to slide it gently, like a sheet, over the lawns. It lay very low, in thickness not perhaps exceeding five feet over the[Pg 409] higher stretches of the lawn, but as the surface of it was level, it must have been some few feet thicker where the ground declined toward the lake. It appeared to be of extraordinary density74, and spread very swiftly and steadily75, so that even while they watched, it had pushed on till, like flood water, it struck the wall of the house, and presently lawn and lake were both entirely76 vanished, and they looked out, as from a mountain-top, over a level sea of cloud, pricked77 here and there by plantations78 and the higher shrubs79. Above, the night was clear, and a young moon rode high in a heaven that silently filled with stars.
Geoffrey, meantime, had followed two hours behind them; his train was punctual, and it was only a little after seven when he found himself, having walked from the station, at the edge of the woods, looking down on to this same curious sea of mist. The monstrous birds of the box hedge stood out upon it, like great aquatic80 creatures swimming there, for the hedge itself was submerged, and the descent into it was like a plunge81 into a bath. Not wishing to risk being seen from the house, he made a wide circuit round it toward the lake. Here the mist rose above his head, baffling and blinding; but striking the edge of the lake, he followed it, guided as much by the sobbing82 of the ripples83 against the bank as by the vague muffled84 outline, till he reached the inlet of the stream which fed it. From this point the ground rose rapidly, and in a few minutes he could look over the mist again and see the house[Pg 410] already twinkling with scattered85 lights, moored86 like some great ship in that white sea. A few hundred yards more brought him to the stables, and, conveniently for his purpose, at the gate stood Jim and a helper, their work over, smoking and chatting. Geoffrey approached till it was certain they could see who he was.
"Is that you, Jim?" he said. "They want you at the house."
Jim knocked out his pipe and followed. His clothes had "evening out" stamped upon them, and there seemed to be an unpleasing curtailment87 of his liberty in prospect88.
"Come round by the lake," said Geoffrey in a low voice, when the groom had joined him. "I have something to tell you."
He waited till they were certainly out of ear-shot.
"Now, Jim," he said, "it's just this. We believe that an attempt will be made to-night to murder Lord Vail. I want your help, though I can't yet tell you in what way you can help, because I don't know. But will you do all you can or are told to do?"
"Gawd bless my soul!" said Jim. Then, with a return to his ordinary impassivity, "yes, sir, I'll do anything you tell me to help."
"Come on, then. You can trust me that you shall run no unreasonable89 risks."
"I'm not thinking you'll let them murder me instead, sir," said Jim. "And may I ask who is going to do the murdering?"
[Pg 411]
Geoffrey hesitated a moment, but on reflection there seemed to him to be no reason for concealing90 anything.
"We believe—Dr. Armytage and I, that is—that Sanders, Mr. Francis's man, will attempt it."
Jim whistled under his breath.
"Bring him on," he said. "Lord! I should like to have a go at that Sanders, sir! He walks into the stable yard as if every horse in the place belonged to him."
They had by this time skirted the lake again, and the booming of the sluice91 sounded near at hand. Then, striking for higher ground, they saw they had already passed the house, and close in front of them swam the birds of the box hedge. The mist had sunk back a little, and now they sat, as if in a receding92 tide, on the long peninsula of the hedge itself, visible above the drift, and black in the moonlight.
"This way," said Geoffrey, and groping round to the back of it they found the overgrown door and entered. Thence, going cautiously and feeling their way, they passed down the length of it, and soon saw in front of them, like a blurred93 moon, the light from the gun-room windows. The time had been calculated to a nicety, for they had been there scarcely five minutes, when a shadow moved across the blind, which was then rolled up, and the window silently lifted a crack. The figure, owing to the density of the mist, was indistinguishable, but Geoffrey recognised the doctor's voice when it whispered his name. He[Pg 412] touched Jim to make him follow, and together they stood close by the window.
"Good you have Jim with you," said the doctor, "and you have told him we may need him. I want him inside the house; so go with him through the secret passage, and open the panel by the stairs which you told me of. I shall be there, and I will tell you what we are going to do. Harry has gone to dress, and the house is quiet. Wait, Geoffrey. Take this."
And he handed him out a rook rifle and eight or ten cartridges94.
"Put these inside the hedge," he whispered, "and come round at once with Jim."
Five minutes later Geoffrey gently opened the panel of the door, and the doctor glided95 in like a ghost, latching96 it noiselessly behind him. His face brooded and gloomed no laugh; it was alert and active.
"There is very little time," he said; "so, first for you, Geoffrey. Go back for the rifle and cartridges, and get somewhere in cover where you can command the front of the house. What course events will take outside I can not say. But the Luck and the plate will be stolen, and they will have to get them away somehow. You must stop that. Sanders, I suspect, will try to remove them."
"Beg your pardon, sir," put in Jim, "but Sanders was down at the stable this afternoon, and said that the door of the coach house and one of the loose boxes was to be left unlocked to-night,[Pg 413] in case a doctor was wanted for Mr. Francis. He said he could put to himself, sir, so that none of us need sit up."
The doctor's keen face grew a shade more animate98, his mouth bordered on a smile.
"Good lad!" he said.—"Well, that's your job, Geoffrey: you must use your discretion99 entirely. You may have to deal with a pretty desperate man, and it is possible you will feel safer with that rifle."
"Where shall I go?" asked Geoffrey.
"I thought the summerhouse on the knoll100 would be a good place; it stands above the mist."
"Excellent. And for Jim?"
"We must be guided by the course of events. Jim will have to wait here, in any case, probably till eleven, or even later. Then I expect he will go to bed in Harry's room, where I—I can't tell you: it is all in the clouds at present. I want to spare Harry horror. Anyhow, he will stop here until I tap twice on the panel outside. Now I can not wait. Harry may be down any minute; we dine at a quarter past. Ah! this is for you, Geoffrey," and he handed him a packet of sandwiches—"and this for you, Jim.—Now, you to the summerhouse, Geoffrey—Jim waits here: I dine with Harry. Yes, your hand, and yours. God help our work!"
Though never a voluminous talker, the doctor was even more silent than usual at dinner that night, and, despite the alertness of his eye, confessed to an extreme fatigue101. Thus it was[Pg 414] that, soon after ten, he and Harry went upstairs; he straight to his room, the latter to tap discreetly at the door of the sick room and learn the latest of the patient.
The change of Harry's room from the one he usually occupied to that communicating with the doctor's caused no comment, either silent or spoken, from him, nor did the loss of the key seem to him in any way remarkable102. He came straight from his visit to Mr. Francis, to give the news to the doctor.
"Still sleeping," he said, "and sleeping very quietly, so Sanders tells me. And I—I feel as if I should sleep the clock round! I really think I shall go to bed at once."
He went through the doctor's room and turned on his light, then appeared again in the doorway103.
"Got everything you want?" he asked. "Have a whisky and soda104?"
A confused idea of metholycine, a distinct idea that he did not wish Harry to run the risk of being seen by Sanders going to another room than the ordinary, made itself felt in the doctor's reply.
"Not for worlds!" he said. "A poisonous habit."
"That means I mustn't have any, does it?" asked Harry from the doorway. "Now that is hard lines. I want some, but not enough to go and fetch it from the hall myself. Do have some: give me an excuse."
"Not even that," said the doctor.
[Pg 415]
"Well, good-night," said the lad, and he closed the door between the two rooms.
For so tired a man, the doctor on the closing of the door exhibited a considerable briskness105. Very quickly and quietly he took off dress coat, shoes, and shirt, and buttoning a dark-gray coat over his vest, set his door ajar, and switched off his light. The hour for action, he well realized, might strike any moment, but he was prepared, as far as preparation was possible. Outside there was waiting Geoffrey with the rook rifle; inside the secret passage the spurious Harry—both, he knew, calm and bland106 for any emergency. Meanwhile the real Harry was safe for the present; none but he and Templeton knew of the change of room, and none could reach him but through the chamber107 he himself occupied. But an intricate and subtle passage was likely to be ahead, and as yet its windings108 were unconjecturable. As a working hypothesis, for he could find no better, he had assumed that Mr. Francis's plans were in the main unaltered. Harry, drugged and unconscious, was to be taken to the plate closet at some hour in this dead night, where Sanders would be waiting. Yet this conjecture109 might be utterly110 at fault; in any case the drugged whisky, mixed as it now was with innocuous salt, could not have the effect desired, and for anything unforeseen (and here was at least one step untraceable), he must have every sense alert, to interpret to the best of his ability the smallest clew that came from the room opposite. Mr. Francis and Sanders were[Pg 416] there now, firearms were not to be feared: here was the sum of his certainties. This also, and this from his study of Mr. Francis he considered probable to the verge111 of certainty, Harry would be unconscious when the death blow was given.
In the dark, time may either fly with swallows' wings or lag with the tortoise, for the watch in a man's brain is an unaccountable mechanism112, and the doctor had no idea how long he had been waiting, when he heard the latch97 of a door open somewhere in the passage outside. Two noiseless steps took him to his own, and through the crack, where he had left it ajar, he saw a long perpendicular113 chink of light; bright it seemed and near. Without further audible sound this grew gradually fainter, and with the most stealthy precautions he opened his own door and peered out. Some fifteen yards distant, moving very slowly down the passage, were two figures—those of Mr. Francis and his valet. The latter was dressed in ordinary clothes, the former, vividly114 visible by the light of the candle the servant carried, in a light garish115 dressing gown and red slippers116. At this moment they paused opposite the door of the room Harry usually occupied, and here held a word of inaudible colloquy117. There was a table just outside the door, fronting the top of the stairs, and a dim lamp on a bracket hung above it. On it Mr. Francis put down a small bottle, and what looked like an ordinary table napkin, and the two went down the stairs.
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It was the time for caution and rapidity; already, as he knew, luck had favoured him, in that neither had entered Harry's room, and after giving them some ten seconds' law, he went noiselessly over the thick carpet of the passage to the table and opened the bottle Mr. Francis had left there. The unmistakable fumes118 of chloroform greeted his nostril119, and he stood awhile in unutterable perplexity. Fresh and valuable as this evidence was, it was difficult to form any certain conclusions about it. Conceivably, the chloroform was an additional precaution, in case Harry had not drunk the whisky; conceivably also the metholycine idea had been altogether abandoned in the absence of a skilled operator. That at least he could easily settle, and turning into the bedroom Harry usually occupied, he switched on the electric light. Templeton had followed his instructions about making the room look habitable, but on the dressing table stood what was perhaps not the work of Templeton. A cut-glass bottle was there on a tray, with a glass and a siphon. He spilled a teaspoonful120 of the spirit into the glass and tasted it. Salt.
So much, then, was certain: one or both of the figures he had seen go downstairs would return here, with the chloroform; and still cudgelling his brains over the main problem, as to why Mr. Francis had gone downstairs at all, he lingered not, but felt his way down to the bottom of the flight. Here he paused, but hearing nothing, tapped twice at the panel which opened into the[Pg 418] secret passage. It was at once withdrawn121, and Jim stepped out.
"Come!" he whispered.
With the same rapid stealthiness they ascended122 again, crossed the landing, and entered Harry's bedroom. The bed stood facing the door in an angle between the window and the wall, and the doctor drew the curtain across the window, which was deep and with a seat in it.
"Undress at once," he said to Jim. "They might notice that your clothes were not lying about if they have a light. Quick! off with them—coat, waistcoat, shirt, trousers, boots, as naked as your mother bore you. There is a nightshirt, put it on. Now get into bed, and lie with your face half covered. Do not stir or make any sound whatever till I turn up the light or call to you. I shall be behind the curtain."
There were two electric lamps in the room, one by the door, the other with its own switch over the bed. The doctor had lit both, and as soon as the groom was in bed, extinguished the one by the door. Then, crossing the room, he got up behind the curtain in the window seat, and from there turned off the other.
"And when I turn up the light, Jim," he whispered, "throw off anything that may have been placed over your face, and spring up in bed. Till then be asleep. You understand?"
"Yes, sir," said Jim softly.
At that moment, with the suddenness of a long-forgotten memory returned, the doctor[Pg 419] guessed why Mr. Francis had gone downstairs. The glory of the guess was so great that he could not help speaking.
"He has gone for the Luck," he said.
"Yes, sir," said Jim again, and there were darkness and silence.
Interminable eons passed, or may be ten minutes, but at the end of infinite time came scarcely sound, but an absence of complete silence, from the door. From behind the thick curtains the doctor could see nothing, but a moment later came the gentle sigh of the scraped carpet, and from that, or from the infallible sixth sense that awakes only in the dark, he knew that some one had entered. Then from closer at hand he heard the faintest shuffle123 of movement, and he knew that, whoever this was in the room besides the groom and himself, he was not a couple of yards distant. After another while the least vibration124 sounded from the glasses in the tray, as if a hand had touched them unwittingly, and again dead stillness succeeded, till the doctor's ears sang with it. Then from the bed his ear suddenly focused the breathings of two persons—one very short and quick, the other a slow, steady respiration125, and simultaneously126 with that his nostril caught the whiff of chloroform. Again the rustle127 of linen128 sounded, and hearing that, he held his breath and counted the pulse which throbbed129 in his own temples. Twenty times it beat, and on the twentieth stroke his finger pressed the switch of the light, and he drew back the curtain.
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Already Jim was sitting up in bed, bland and impassive in face, and his left hand flung the reeking130 napkin from him. By the bedside crouched131 a white-haired figure clad in a blue dressing gown; close by it on the floor stood the leather case which held the Luck; the right hand was still stretched over the bed, though the napkin which it had held was plucked from it. His face was flushed with colour; the bright blue eyes, a little puckered132 up in this sudden change from darkness to the glare of the electric light, moved slowly from Jim to the doctor and back again. But no word passed the thin, compressed lips.
Suddenly the alertness of the face was gone like a burst bubble; the mouth opened and drooped133, the eyes grew staring and sightless; the left hand only seemed to retain its vitality134, and felt gropingly on the carpet for the Luck. Then, with a slow, supreme135 effort, the figure half raised itself, drawing the jewel tight to its breast, folding both arms about it, with fingers intertwined in the strap136 that carried it. Then it collapsed137 completely, rolled over, and lay face downward on the floor.
For one moment neither of the others stirred; then, recovering himself, the doctor stepped down from the window seat.
"Put on your coat and trousers, Jim," he said, "and come with me quickly. Yes, leave him—it—there. I will come back presently. We have to catch Sanders now, and we must go without a light. You behaved admirably. Now follow me."
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"Is it dead, sir?" whispered Jim.
"I think so. Come!"
In the eagerness of their pursuit they crossed the passage without looking to right hand or left, and felt their way down the many-angled stairs. The hall was faintly lit by the pallor of moonshine that came through the skylight, and without difficulty they found the baize door leading into the servants' parts. But here with the shuttered windows reigned138 the darkness of Egypt, and despairing of finding his way, the doctor lit a match to guide them to the farther end of the passage where was the plate closet. But when they reached it, it was to find the door open and none within. In all directions stood boxes with forced lids. Here a dozen spoons were scattered on the floor, here a saltcellar; but the rifling had been fairly complete.
"How long do you suppose we were waiting in the dark?" he asked Jim. "Anyhow, it was long enough for Sanders and Mr. Francis to have taken most of the plate. I had thought they would do that after—afterward. Now, where is the plate, and where is Sanders?"
"Can't say, sir," said Jim.
The match which had showed the disorder139 of the place had burned out, and the doctor, still frowning over the next step, had just lit another, when from outside there rang out the sharp ping of a rifle shot.
"That is Geoffrey!" he said, "and what in God's name is happening? Upstairs again."
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They groped their way back along the basement to the door leading into the hall. Close to this went up the back stairs forming the servants' communication with the upper story, and, seeing these, the doctor clicked his tongue against his teeth.
"That's how we missed him," he said; "he went this way up to Mr. Francis, while we were going down the front stairs."
"Yes, sir," said Jim.
They passed through into the hall, and a draught of cold air met them. There was no longer any reason for secret movements, and the doctor turned on the electric light. The front door was open, and the wreaths of dense140 mist streamed in.
"Go and see if you can help Mr. Geoffrey, Jim," he said, "if you can find him. It is clear that Sanders has left the house: who else could have opened that door? I must see to that which we left upstairs."
He ran up. The room door as they had left it was open; on the floor still lay what they had left there. But it was lying no longer on its face; the sightless eyes were turned to the ceiling, and the Luck was no longer clasped, with fingers intertwined in its strap, to the breast.
The doctor fought down an immense repugnance141 against touching142 the body; but the instinct of saving life, however remote that chance, prevailed, and taking hold of one of the hands, he felt for the pulse. But as he touched it two of the fingers fell backward, dislocated or broken.
Then, with a swift hissing143 intake144 of his breath, he pressed his finger on the wrist. But the search for the pulse was vain.
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