Much gratified that I had at last discovered the house of the noble freebooter, I set to work to make inquiries1 regarding the family of Knutton, the hereditary2 guardians3 of the treasure, and of the descendants of Clement5 Wollerton, who, it appeared, had been Bartholomew’s lieutenant6, and whose skeleton I had most probably seen on board the Seahorse.
The innkeeper’s sister was still communicative, so I asked her if she knew any one of either name in the village.
“No, sir, I don’t know any one of such name in Caldecott,” she answered, after reflecting a few moments. “There’s old Ben Knutton, who lives in Rockingham.”
“What kind of a man is he?”
“Well, his character’s not of the best,” she answered; “he’s a labouring man, but he’s a lazy, good-for-nothing old fellow, who frequents every inn in the district.”
“Married?”
“No, a widower7. He lives in a cottage close to the Sonde Arms, in the main street of Rockingham.”
The description she gave was certainly not that of the hereditary guardian4 of the Italian noble’s treasure. Nevertheless, as he was the only person of that name in the district, I decided8 to walk back past the station and on to Rockingham, a distance of about a mile, and make his acquaintance.
It was a lovely summer’s evening, and the walk through the cornfields was delightful9, although my head was filled with the strange, old-world romance which within the past few weeks had been revealed to me. The main point which occupied my attention was whether the treasure was still hidden—or had it ever been hidden?—in that tumble-down old Manor10 House. In order to make secret investigation11 it would be necessary to rent the place and carefully search every hole and corner. Some of those panelled, low-ceilinged rooms above were, to me, attractive. A good deal might be hidden there, or in the roof.
After some inquiries I found the man Knutton’s cottage, small, poorly-furnished, close-smelling, and not over clean. A slatternly girl of fourteen called “Uncle! You’re wanted.” And a gruff voice responded from the upstairs room. He came heavily down the narrow, uncarpeted stairs, a rough-looking type of agricultural labourer, in drab moleskin. His age was about sixty-five, with beery face, grey eyes, round-shouldered, and wearing his trousers tied beneath the knee, and boots that had never known blacking.
“Your name’s Ben Knutton, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Yes, sir. That’s my name.”
“Well, Mr. Knutton,” I said, “I want to have a few minutes’ chat with you alone.”
I noticed that he looked somewhat aghast. Afterwards I learnt that he was an expert poacher, and he probably believed me to be a detective. Through a decade or so he had had a good deal of the Marquis of Exeter’s and Mr. Watson’s game, and the major part of it had found its way by an irregular route to Northampton market.
He first went very red, then white, his hand trembled, and he had to steady himself for a moment.
“Just go out for a minute or two, Annie,” he said to his niece. “I want to speak to this gentleman. Take a seat, sir.” He pulled forward one of the rush-bottomed chairs from beside the rickety old bureau.
“Don’t think, Mr. Knutton, that I’ve come here with any hostile intent,” I said, in order to reassure12 him. “I’ve come to Rockingham expressly to ask you one or two questions regarding your family. I am making some investigations13 about the Knuttons, and perhaps you can assist me. Have you any brothers or sisters living?”
“No, sir, I haven’t. My brother Dick died this ten years ago.”
Dick! Then that man’s name was Richard Knutton!
“Did he leave any sons?” I inquired.
“Only one—young Dick. He enlisted14, and was killed in Afghanistan.”
“He enlisted after his father’s death?”
“Yes, sir,” he answered, more at his ease.
“Your family is a very old one in this neighbourhood, isn’t it?”
“One o’ the oldest, they says. The Knuttons lived at the Manor Farm up at Caldecott for more’n a hundred years. But we’ve come down in the world since then.”
“The Manor Farm is the one attached to the Manor of Caldecott, eh?”
“It’s close to Caldecott Manor House. There’s fifteen hundred acres o’ land with it. And nowadays, sir, I often works on that self-same land for Mr. Banks, what owns it now.”
“Are you the oldest of your family?”
“No, sir, Dick was. I was the second. Dick was the lucky ’un, and was old Mr. Banks’ foreman for years; that was in the present Mr. Banks’ father’s time, when farmin’ was a lot better than what it is now. Lor’, sir, in this district three-quarters of the farms scarcely pay their rents. All the landlords ought to be generous like the Duke o’ Bedford; but they ain’t, and we labourers have to suffer.”
“More work and less beer,” I remarked, with a laugh.
“Well, sir, when you mention beer, I’d be pleased to drink a pint15 at your expense.” A remark which showed the rustic16 cadger17.
“And so you shall when we’ve finished our talk,” I said. “Tell me, have you ever heard or known of any person called Wollerton?”
“Wollerton!” he repeated. “Why, now that I remember, that’s the very question the gentleman asked me the day before yesterday.”
“What gentleman?” I gasped18.
“A gentleman I met in the Sonde Arms. He said he knew me, but I didn’t remember ever having set eyes on him before. He treated me and then asked me a whole lot of questions, some of ’em very similar to what you’ve asked me. I don’t understand what he or you—beggin’ your pardon, sir—are driving’ at.”
“But this person who was so inquisitive19? What kind of man was he?”
“A middle-aged20 gentleman from London. He stayed the night at the Sonde Arms, and left in the morning. He was a tall, fair man, and funnily enough seemed to know a lot about my relations.”
“You don’t know his name?”
“No, he didn’t tell me.”
This fact was certainly strange. Was it possible that some other person was in possession of the secret of the hoard21 and had forestalled22 me in making inquiries?
This beery labourer seemed, without doubt, a descendant of the Richard Knutton whose signature was written upon the faded parchment. As guardians of the treasure, the Knuttons had apparently23 been given the Manor Farm in order to be constantly near the spot where the spoils of war were concealed24. Their residence at the farm through generations appeared to show that instructions had passed from father to son, and had, until seventy years ago, been strictly25 observed. Then the family had fallen upon evil times, and the descendants had degenerated26 into labourers, the youngest enlisting27 as a private soldier.
“I suppose you told this gentleman you met all about your family, just as you’ve told me—eh?”
“Pretty well the same story.”
“What else did he ask you?”
“Well, he wanted to know one or two rather queer things about my family history—things I’d never heard nothing about. My father always did used to say that we were entitled to a big fortune, and he’d heard it from his father. Only that fortune ain’t come, and I don’t suppose it ever will. But both you gentlemen coming to me and asking the same questions has aroused my curiosity.”
“Ah!” I said. “Fortunes that are talked of in families are usually phantom28 ones. Why, there’s scarcely a family in England who don’t believe that they’ve been done out of their rightful inheritance.”
“I know that, sir. I could name twenty people in Rockingham who believe themselves the rightful heirs to property. That’s why I never believed the story about our fortune. My poor old father had to go on the parish before he died—a shilling a week and two loaves. So the idea of the fortune didn’t benefit him much.”
“But what was the story which your father told you?” I inquired.
“Oh, it was quite a romance. Half the people in Rockingham know about it, because when the old man used to get a drop o’ beer he always boasted of the great wealth that would be his some day.”
“But what was the story? Tell it to me as nearly as you can remember it.”
“Well, he used to say that long ago—hundreds of years, I think—the Knuttons were rich, but one son turned an adventurer, and accumulated a big treasure of gold and silver. This he hid away very carefully, because in those times there was no banks and places like there is now; but he left the secret in the hands of the head of the family, to be handed down for a certain number of years.”
“Then has it come down to you?” I asked quickly.
“No, sir, I only wish it had,” he laughed. Although a hard drinker, as I could tell from his puffed29 cheeks and unsteady hand, I was fortunate in finding him on that occasion quite sober.
“Perhaps the term of years ended and the fortune was realized,” I suggested, for to me it seemed more than probable that the secret of the hiding-place had been discovered long ago.
“No, sir, I think not,” was the old man’s prompt reply. “If it had, we should have all been in a better position. No, I believe the whole thing is a fable30, as every one has declared it to be. Why here, in Rockingham, they used to call my father ‘Secret Sammy,’ because when he was drunk he always spoke31 mysteriously of what he called ‘The Secret.’?”
“Have you any idea of the reason your family left the Manor Farm?”
“Owing to several bad seasons on top of each other. They were ruined, like hundreds of others. I’ve heard say that the last of the Knuttons who had the place used very often to go up to London by the coach, and he was fond of gambling32. That was what really ruined him.”
“Do you know anything about the Manor House—who lived there when you were a boy?”
“Why that’s one of the questions the stranger asked me in the Sonde Arms,” he exclaimed.
Very curious certainly, I thought. Who could possibly be aware of the secret given up by the sea except myself, Mr. Staffurth, and Job Seal?
“And you told him, I suppose?”
“I told him that old Squire33 Blacker lived there with his wife and two daughters from my early recollection. They all died, except the elder daughter, who didn’t marry, and lived there for over twenty years, an old maid. When she died the place was bought by a Jew living in Ireland, and there’s been lots o’ tenants34 since. They never stay long because o’ the damp and the rats. I worked there seven years ago, helpin’ to do a drain, and the rats were something awful. I never saw such monsters in all my life. Young Jack35 Sharpe’s terrier killed nearly a couple of hundred of ’em in one day. The stackyard is so close, you see.”
“As far as you know, your family has never had any connection with the Manor itself?” I asked.
“I never heard it,” he replied. “We were at the Manor Farm for generations, as I’ve told you—but never at the Manor House.”
“And you don’t believe the story about the fortune awaiting you somewhere?”
“Well, sir, I wish I could believe it,” was the old man’s answer. “We’ve been awaiting for it long enough, ain’t we?”
I laughed, as though I shared his view with regard to the legend. At that juncture36 it was not my intention to tell him the object of my inquiries, and when he pressed me I turned the conversation into a different channel.
As I had promised, I went with him across to the Sonde Arms and regaled him with beer. Then when he saw the tangible37 reward for his communicativeness he endeavoured to assist me further.
“I say, missus, what was the name o’ that there gentleman who stayed ’ere the night afore last? You know—the gentleman who talked such a lot to me in yon little parlour?”
“Oh, he gave his name as Purvis—Charles Purvis, of London, is what he wrote in the book,” answered the landlady38. “But I think you were a fool, Ben—a big fool. I didn’t like that man at all. He wanted to know too much about everybody’s business.”
“Yes, he was a bit curious like,” and the old man glanced meaningly at me. “But why was I a fool, missus?”
“Why to sell him that old bit of parchment. If nobody could make it out in Rockingham, there were lots of people up in London who could have read it. Perhaps it has to do with your fortune—you don’t know.”
“What!” I cried, starting to my feet; “did you sell the stranger a parchment? What kind was it?”
“It looked like a deed, or something of the sort,” explained the landlady, “and it’s been in Ben’s family for years and years, they say.”
“Young Dick gave it to me before ’e went a soldierin’. His father had given it to him, telling him to be sure and not part with it. So he gave it to me for fear he might lose it. It had a yellow seal a-hanging to it, and a whole lot o’ scrawly39 signatures. I showed it to lots of people, but nobody could make head nor tail of it.”
“And you sold it—the night before last?” I cried, in utter dismay.
“What was the good o’ keepin’ it? The stranger offered me half a sovereign for it, and I wasn’t the one to refuse that for a bit o’ dirty old parchment what nobody could read.”
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