Like Rigg, Nixon was another pensioned dependent of the house of Clare, and together with his wife, much younger than himself, filled the post of lodge4-keeper at the main entrance to Withington Chase.
Across the park tramped the Baronet, a very unusual thing for him to do. The old lodge-keeper was at home, and it did not take Sir Gilbert long to elicit5 all that Nixon had to tell. It appeared that Martin Rigg had gone down to Yorkshire to attend the funeral of his only brother, and that his daughter had accompanied him. As to when they might be expected back, Nixon knew nothing.
"Do you happen to know," said Sir Gilbert, "whether Rigg has had anyone staying with him at the Tower of late--a visitor of any kind, I mean?"
Nixon shook his head. "Not to my knowledge, Sir Gilbert."
"And you are sure you heard nothing about any stranger being there?"
"I'm quite certain on that score, Sir Gilbert. And either Martin, or Dulcie would have been sure to speak of it if there had been."
As the Baronet walked back to the Chase he knew not what to think. So powerfully had his imagination been worked upon by the belief, which by this time had grown almost to a conviction, that his son was at the root of the mystery of the Grey Monk7, and that, of all men, Rigg was the one to whom he must look to supply him with the key, that his mood was one of bitter disappointment.
After luncheon8 he told Lady Pell all about his morning's errand and its result.
In her own mind her ladyship had little or no faith in her kinsman's conviction that the Grey Monk was none other than John Alexander Clare, restored to life after some all but miraculous9 fashion when there was every reason for supposing him to have died twenty long years before. She was not a believer in the improbable, although, if questioned, she would have felt bound to admit that even she had known cases where incidents of the most startling kind had evolved themselves out of lives to all seeming the most commonplace and prosaic10.
In the course of the day she took an opportunity of informing Sir Gilbert of the engagement of Ethel Thursby and Everard Lisle. That the news afforded him genuine pleasure could not be doubted. "So I shall not lose my little girl after all!" he said. "That is indeed something worth hearing. She has become very dear to me, Louisa; I may tell you so now; and I should have felt the loss of her more, perhaps, than the occasion would have seemed to warrant, for she has contrived11 to steal her way into my affections in a quite unaccountable fashion. My old age is the sweeter for her presence. I am very glad that I am not to lose her."
"I shall make it my business to furnish her trousseau."
"And you may rely upon it that she shall not go to her husband without a cadeau from me. I suppose she will have no dowry?"
"Not a shilling, so far as I am aware. She is an orphan12 and was brought up by two maiden13 aunts who, till a little while ago, were quite comfortably off. Now, however, they have only just enough left to live upon."
"In that case I must see what I can do by way of increasing Lisle's salary. Of course when anything happens to poor Kinaby, Lisle will at once step into his shoes. The furniture which is now at Maylings may as well be transferred to Elm Lodge for the young couple's use. They will make a well-matched pair, Louisa. As you know, I hold Lisle in very high regard, not merely because he happens to be the son of the man who saved my life, but by reason of his own fine qualities. How wide is the difference between him and young Rispani!"
Later in the day he took occasion to congratulate both the young folk, with the old-fashioned courtesy which became him so well, nor did he fail at dinner to drink to their health and happiness in a bumper14 of the rare old Madeira which was reserved for very special occasions. It was evident to everyone that the Baronet was in high good-humour, and that for the time at least he had succeeded in throwing off the gloom to which late events seemed to have hopelessly condemned15 him.
It was not till the second day after Sir Gilbert's visit to the Tower that Martin Rigg and his daughter got back home. Within an hour of his return he was summoned to proceed at once to the Chase, where Sir Gilbert received him in his study. Scarcely had he limped slowly into the room before Sir Gilbert, turning quickly upon him with bent brows and an assumption of his most minatory16 manner, said: "Rigg, how many days ago is it since you last saw my son, Mr. John Alexander Clare?"
That the keeper was utterly17 taken aback he himself would have been the first to admit. He turned hot and then cold almost as quickly as it takes to write the words. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and then back again, and so crushed his hard felt hat between his fingers that it was never fit to wear again. For a moment or two his gaze went up to a corner of the ceiling, only to be drawn18 irresistibly19 back to the stern face and deep-set eyes of the one man of whom he had ever stood in awe20.
"When did I set eyes on Mr. Alec last, sir?" he stammered21.
"You heard my question. I said, how many days is it--not years, mind you--since you saw my son last? Now, let me have no prevarication22, Rigg. You know that is what I would never put up with either from you or anyone else. I have a right to know the truth in this matter, and I demand to know it. Speak, and dare to tell me a lie at your peril23!"
"I have never been in the habit of telling lies, Sir Gilbert, either to you or anybody else," replied the keeper stiffly. "Since you force me to speak, I can't help myself, though I bound myself under a promise not to do so. Sir, I parted from Mr. Alec Clare five days ago, just before I left home to go and bury my brother."
A low cry broke from Sir Gilbert; his figure suddenly lost its rigidity24 and he sank back in his easy-chair, while his face blanched25 like that of a man at the point of death. Martin, terrified, made a step forward, but Sir Gilbert, tremblingly held up one hand. "Leave me alone," he murmured, "I shall be better presently." To those of his time of life the shock of sudden joy is oftentimes almost as trying as that of sudden grief.
"Sit down, Rigg," said the Baronet presently, mindful even at such a moment of the man's lameness26. Then, as he lay back with closed eyes, little by little the colour ebbed27 back into his cheeks. It was true, then; his instinct had not led him astray, and his Alec was still in the land of the living! A great fountain of love and gratitude28 welled up in his heart--of reverent29 thankfulness and gratitude that it had pleased the Inscrutable Power who sways the destinies of mankind to vouchsafe30 him this crowning mercy so far beyond his deserts. What happiness to know that his firstborn--he whom, when young, he had so hardly treated that for years his memory of him had been an unending remorse--had been given back to him as it were, indeed, from the tomb, and that a season of reparation might still be granted him! But let us not pry31 too curiously32 into all that passed through his mind at this, one of the supreme33 moments of his life. Let his white hairs and his many sorrows not appeal to us in vain.
After a time he began to question Rigg, eagerly and closely, about all that he knew with reference to Alec. A summary of the information which he elicited34 piece-meal from the keeper is all that need be given here.
It appeared that "Master Alec," as Martin still, from old habit, persisted in calling him, had been in hiding at the Tower for upwards35 of a month, in fact, ever since about two days before--quite unintentionally on his part--he so frightened Bessie Ogden on the terrace. The upper room of the old structure, ordinarily used by Martin as a bedroom, had been fitted up with a few extra articles of furniture and given up to his use; while Dulcie, the keeper's daughter, had looked after his meals. More than once Martin had heard him asseverate36 that he had only returned to the Chase in order to right a great wrong--to send fraud and villainy to the right-about, and that as soon as the task he had set himself was accomplished37 he should go back to the place from whence he had come. What he had meant thereby38 Martin did not know. During the day Alec had never stirred out of the Tower; only after nightfall had he ventured abroad, and then only in the traditional guise39 of the Grey Monk--a character which in his younger days, when home from school or college, he had assumed more than once out of sheer love of mischief40. As to the means by which Alec had been enabled to obtain access to the Chase after the household had retired41 for the night, that was his own secret, and one which he had never divulged42 to the keeper.
Extreme was Sir Gilbert's disappointment and chagrin43 when told that his son had finally quitted the Tower only about forty hour's previously44. This had happened during Martin's absence from home, but the latter was already aware that his guest's visit would presently come to an end, and that, although he continued to linger on like one who found it impossible to tear himself away from the home of his boyhood, his task was accomplished and there was nothing more left him to do.
"But if you were away at the time, how do you know that my son left the Tower when you say he did?" demanded the Baronet.
"Because I found this note, sir, waiting for me when I got home," responded the keeper.
Sir Gilbert took the proffered45 note with an eagerness he made no effort to dissemble.
"Dear Old Martin," it ran, "I am off to-night--Tuesday--and whether we shall ever see each other again is more than I can say. My hearty46 thanks are due to you and Dulcie for the hospitality you have shown me, and the many kindnesses I have received at your hands. You may be sure that both of you will be often in my thoughts when I am thousands of miles away, and I will not so far wrong you as to think you will forget me. I implicitly47 trust you to still preserve the same strict secrecy48 as heretofore with regard to my presence at the Chase. On no account must the faintest whisper of the truth escape the lips of either of you. More on this point I know that I need not write.
"I am especially desirous--in fact, I lay it on you as a charge--that you should keep yourself informed from day to day (which you will have no difficulty in doing) of the state of my dear father's health; and, should any necessity arise for you to do so, I rely upon you to at once telegraph to me, under the name of 'John Alexander,' to the address given you on the other side. That this is most important you will readily understand, and that you will not neglect my wishes in the matter I feel assured.
"And now goodbye till we meet again--if ever we do.
"Your friend,
"A. C."
"Rigg, I should like to keep this, if you have no objection," said the Baronet when h e had read it carefully through.
"No objection whatever, Sir Gilbert; only I should like you to bear in mind that I should have kept my promise to Master Alec, and that nobody would have got a word out of me, if you, sir, hadn't forced me to speak."
"That I quite understand. Under the circumstances no option was left you. But I wish you still to preserve the same secrecy. Not a syllable49 about this business must pass your lips to anyone else."
"Neither me nor Dulcie is of the gossiping sort. You may trust us for that, sir."
"I am quite sure I may. And now I won't detain you further; but I may tell you this--that, in the long run, you will find yourself no loser by this morning's work."
No sooner had the ex-keeper gone than the Baronet sought Lady Pell in her own room and was closeted with her for nearly a couple of hours. One result of the interview was that he sent a groom50 to bring back Everard Lisle, who, his morning's work dispatched, had left the Chase some time before.
"Lisle, I want you to start in the course of a few hours for America," he said to Everard when the latter had returned. "You will be the bearer of a note to my long-lost eldest51 son, John Alexander Clare, who, astounding52 to relate, I now find, from evidence which it is impossible to dispute, did not meet his death years ago, as, at the time, I was fully6 led to believe. But I need not enter into particulars just now. It is enough to say that he is still alive. So make your preparations for starting in the morning, and, when you come to dinner this evening, the note I want you to take will be ready for you, and I shall then be in a position to give you my final instructions."
In a matter of such vital importance it did not seem enough to Sir Gilbert to merely entrust53 his message to the post. A letter might, or might not, reach Alec; but he felt satisfied that Lisle would not rest till he had hunted him down, wherever he might be, and had put his father's message of forgiveness into his hands.
The note Sir Gilbert wrote was a very brief one, and, such as it was, his nervous excitement was so extreme as to render it all but illegible54.
"Alec, my son, all is forgiven and forgotten," he wrote. "Come back to me--come back. I want you. It is your father who asks this of you."
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