Like ourselves, he felt certain that, the treasure being hidden somewhere in that house, diligent3 search would have its reward. So he started on his own account tapping walls and investigating loose boards and hollow wainscotting.
We had seen no more of Bennett. He had come to the Plough probably with the object of ascertaining4 who we were, and had departed as quietly as he had come. Indeed, we should have been in ignorance of his visit had it not been that the skipper had recognized his voice. Job Seal had a very quick ear. He had told me long ago on board the Thrush that if he heard a man’s voice once he could recognize it again years afterwards. Sometimes partial blindness goes with that faculty6, but not so in Seal’s case. No man had quicker eye or ear.
After half an hour’s search the skipper hit upon a likely spot which we had overlooked. At one end of the corridor, which upstairs ran the whole length of the house, was a small diamond-paned window, while at the other was a blank wall. The latter, when tapped, gave forth7 a hollow sound. There was a second spot of which we had also suspicion, namely, at the side of the fireplace in the modernized8 dining-room below.
Upon the latter we commenced first, all three of us working with a will. The afternoon was hot, therefore Seal threw off his coat and vest, rolled up his sleeves, and, blowing like a walrus9, wielded10 the hammer necessary to drive the chisel11 into the wall.
Before long we had broken into the hollow, but again only disappointment awaited us. It was merely one of those little long cupboards which are so often seen beside the fireplaces in old houses. Upon the shelf within was plenty of dust, but only one object, a well-preserved halfpenny bearing the effigy12 of King Charles II.
“That’s for luck!” Seal cried humorously. “Let’s try upstairs, lads.”
So up we went, all three of us, and attacked the hollow place in that outer wall. The task was not so easy as that we had just concluded, for it seemed that only a small portion of the wall had been filled with plaster, the rest being very hard concrete, which we had to chip out laboriously13 with hammer and chisel.
The skipper was, however, enthusiastic in his new sphere. From navigating14 the Thrush he had turned housebreaker, and the fact that the treasure might be there concealed15 added a keen zest17 to the work of investigation18. He worked, puffing19 and blowing, until the perspiration20 rolled off his great furrowed21 face. The part he had attacked was a particularly hard piece of concrete, which he was painfully chipping out. The plaster we had already removed disclosed a sheet of rusty22 iron, probably placed over a door, and its discovery had excited the skipper greatly. He expressed himself confident that we were on the verge23 of a discovery. And so we were.
The dust we raised was suffocating24, while the chips of concrete flying in all directions proved a source of considerable danger to one’s eyes. A piece went into Reilly’s left eye, but we quickly dislodged it, and we continued to work on, eager to ascertain5 what was concealed behind that iron-cased door.
The previous door we had opened had been a labour in vain, but the iron upon this one had raised our hopes, and we all worked with a will, cutting out of the wall a piece nearly four feet square.
Seal with our long crowbar attacked the iron itself. When he struck it the hollow sound was like an explosion.
“There’s a room in here, I’m sure!” cried the skipper.
Then, while we continued, he set to work with the measuring tape, taking the distance from the door of the room to the wall we were attacking, and afterwards measuring inside the room from the door to the end wall. He found a considerable difference in the measurements, by which his excitement was increased.
We worked on without breathing space, for the eager anticipation25 was contagious26. Yet we were compelled to progress by slow degrees and to chip away bit by bit of that hard concrete which they knew how to make so well centuries ago. It was almost as durable27 as stone itself.
At last we had cut it all away, and the dark iron-cased door stood revealed to us, looking like a modern fire-proof safe, only that it was not green and had no brass28 handle.
“Je-rusalem!” exclaimed the skipper, “I really believe this is the actual place! Look how carefully it’s been concealed! And the iron door, too. Let’s have it open, lads, if we have to pull down the bloomin’ house to get at it. We’ll get the best of Bennett and those murderous swabs yet!”
Again with his long crowbar he attacked the door, but it was unyielding. Gradually, however, Reilly, working more slowly and carefully, was enabled to wedge his chisel between the iron and the stonework. Then, after some difficulty, the skipper’s long bar was wedged in the place, and all three of us bore heavily upon it.
Once, twice, thrice we bore down, Seal giving us a sailor’s ahoy, and all bearing together.
At last and of a sudden with a terrific wrench29 the bolts gave way, and the door flew back with a crash and a cloud of dust, disclosing a small room which had been walled up for centuries. The old house, indeed, seemed full of secret chambers31.
Reilly lit the hurricane lamp and handed it to me, for I was the first to enter.
The moment I crossed the threshold into the dark little place, no bigger than a good-sized cupboard, I drew back in horror.
On the floor in the thick dust lay a human skeleton!
“What’s the matter, doctor?” inquired the captain, entering quickly after me.
“Look!” I cried. “Somebody has been walled up here! Look at those bones.”
Seal glanced down to the corner I indicated, and the truth was at once revealed to him. Instead of treasure concealed there, we saw evidence of what was probably some long-forgotten crime.
Reilly was beside me in an instant, but there was hardly room for three of us in the narrow place. I bent32 down and turned over the bones to examine them more closely. The skeleton was doubled up, as though death had taken place from hunger rather than from want of air.
As I held the light something sparkled, and bending I saw that upon the finger-bones stretched in the dust there still remained three splendid rings. These and the size of the skull33 and certain of the other bones quickly told me that the person immured34 there had been a woman.
The three rings I took in my hand and examined them out in the daylight. They were dull and tarnished35, but the diamonds in two of them were extremely fine ones, while the third was a signet, upon which was graven the leopard36 rampant37 of Da Schorno. With the skeleton was a quantity of silk rags, the remains38 of the rich brocade dress worn by the victim at the time she was imprisoned39 there.
The discovery made a deep impression upon the superstitious40 skipper. Nevertheless, he assisted us to make a close and thorough search of the place. From what we found it was evident that the unfortunate woman had been entrapped41 there and shut up to die. From the remains of the ragged42 and brown garments we came to the conclusion that the tragedy had occurred back in the old Elizabethan days, for there were the distinct remains of a ruffle43, while scattered44 about were pearls from a broken string. So long ago, indeed, had the unfortunate woman been placed there to linger until death released her that now, open to the air, the bones were crumbling45. The hair on the scalp was still long and almost black, while entangled46 in it was a small but beautiful rope of pearls of a kind that was the fashion for women to wear in the later days of Queen Bess.
“I suppose it’s her ghost that haunts the place,” laughed Reilly, as he assisted me to turn over the gruesome remains.
“What?” asked Seal seriously. “Is this house haunted?”
“Oh, the villagers say so,” was the reply; “but we’ve never seen anything, and are not likely to.”
“Well, whoever placed the woman there took very good care to conceal16 her whereabouts,” Seal remarked.
“Yes,” I said. “Without doubt the poor woman was entrapped and then walled up.”
“The same as I’ve heard certain nuns48 were treated in the old days before the Reformation,” Reilly said. “I’ve read of remains of women being found walled up in convents.”
“Well, in this case death was certainly not voluntary. You see there is no crucifix or image of any saint,” and, re-entering, I raised the lantern and examined the rough plastered walls. Suddenly my eyes caught a faint inscription49 scratched with some sharp instrument on the wall. It told me two things: first, that the woman before her death had a light there; and, second, it gave the name of the victim?—
“Margaret Knutton.”
The writing was in that upright Elizabethan character, and below was an elaborate flourish. There was no date, only the name, scratched probably with one of the pieces of sharp stone that lay upon the rough floor.
My companions examined it with interest, and were of my opinion that it had been traced by the hand of the woman before she sank and died. Probably she had been held prisoner there for some time before her death, because high up I discovered a small hole in the wall that seemed to run through to the exterior50 and had once admitted air, but was now blocked up. My examination, too, showed that the woman had had her right arm broken in her youth, and that it had been set unskilfully.
The discovery was not only a complete surprise but also a bitter disappointment, and when we all three had completed our examination of that long-walled-up chamber30 we closed the door and regarded the great hole in the wall with considerable regret.
We were playing sad havoc51 with the house, for scarcely a room did not bear the marks of our chisels52 and crowbars.
Evening fell, and having washed at the pump we went across to the Plough for supper. The day’s work had been unsatisfactory, and Seal was silent and thoughtful, as was his habit when things went badly.
We had revealed one gruesome secret of the Manor House if nothing else.
We sat out in the tangled47 garden for an hour after our return. The sunny place seemed to have lost its charm. The trail of decay and desolation seemed more apparent than usual as my eyes travelled from the broken sundial to the straggling flowers. On going indoors we smoked, the skipper insisting that we should drink rum and hot water. The conversation was mostly a discussion upon likely spots to be opened on the morrow, for, although the captain had been bitterly disappointed, in discovering bones instead of gold, he was still undaunted.
“The treasure is here, I feel sure,” he exclaimed a dozen times, in his deep voice. “We’ll find it, as sure as my name’s Job Seal.”
The existence of those secret chambers had certainly raised our hopes, yet we only longed for sight of that cipher53 plan which the drunken Knutton had sold to our enemies. The only consolation54 we had was that the plan in question was just as useless to them as it was to us.
That night, after several tots of the spirit which the skipper had brought us, we retired55 to bed. The night was a perfect one, bright moonlight without a leaf stirring, one of those calm nights when it seems a pity to turn in.
I sleep heavily as a rule, and I must have been in bed three hours or so when a touch on the shoulder suddenly awakened56 me, and I saw in the moonlight the skipper, in his shirt and trousers, standing57 by me. A revolver shone in his right hand.
“Wake up, doctor,” he whispered. “There’s something going on in this house.”
He had already awakened Reilly, who was noiselessly slipping on his clothes.
I started up and stared at him, as yet only half awake.
“Don’t kick up a row,” Seal urged, in a deep whisper. “Listen, do you hear anything?”
A curious noise fell on my ear like slow sawing.
“It’s rats,” I declared. “This place is worse than the Thrush for them.”
“No, doctor, it ain’t. I know rats well enough. Where’s your pistol? You may want it.”
I nipped out of bed, and in a couple of minutes stood ready, revolver in hand. Awakened suddenly out of my sleep I moved mechanically, convinced that the finding of the bones and the superstition58 of the skipper were responsible for it all. But he was deadly in earnest, I saw, and I think that aroused me to a true sense of the situation.
To move about without noise in an empty house is a rather difficult matter, but we all three crept out into the corridor and listened.
The noise seemed to proceed from the centre room—the one wherein we had first discovered a hidden chamber. We opened the door and entered noiselessly.
Yes, the sound came distinctly from the secret hiding-place. Carefully we pushed open the thick oak door and stepped inside.
The sawing stopped, but below where we stood we heard men’s voices speaking in gruff undertones.
Our enemies were undermining the house!
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diligent
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chisel
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