But, for all this dodging, Miss Thornycroft was a lady; and when the wheels of the omnibus were at length heard, and it drew up at the Mermaid3, she was at a considerable distance, apparently4 taking a cold stroll in the wintry afternoon. One passenger only got out; she could see that; and--was it Robert Hunter?
If so, he must be habited in some curious attire5. Looking at him from this distance, he seemed to be all white and black. But, before he had moved a step; while he was inquiring (as might be inferred) the way to the Red Court Farm; the wild beating of Mary Ann Thornycroft's heart told her who it was.
They met quietly enough, shaking hands calmly while he explained that he had been unable to get away on Saturday. Miss Thornycroft burst into a fit of laughter at the coat, partly genuine, partly put on to hide her tell-tale emotion. It was certainly a remarkable6 coat; made of a smooth sort of white cloth, exceedingly heavy, and trimmed with black fur. The collar, the facings, the wrists and the back pockets had all a broad strip. He turned himself about for her inspection7, laughing too.
"I fear I shall astonish the natives. But I never had so warm a coat in my life. I got it from the professor."
"From the professor!"
Mr. Hunter laughed. "Some crafty8 acquaintance of his, hard up, persuaded him into the purchase of two, money down, saying they had just come over from Russia--latest fashion. Perhaps they had; perhaps they are. The professor does not go in for fashion, but he cannot refuse a request made to him on the plea of unmerited poverty, and all that. I happened to be at his house when he brought them home in a cab. You should have heard Mrs. Mac."
"I should have liked to," said Mary Anne.
"First of all she said she'd have the fellow taken up who had beguiled9 the professor into it; next she said she'd pledge them. It ended in the professor making me a present of one and keeping the other."
"And you are going to sport it here!"
"Better here than in London; as a beginning. I thought it a good opportunity to get reconciled to myself in it. I should like to see the professor there when he goes out in his."
"They must have taken you for somebody in the train."
"Yes," said Mr. Hunter. "I and an old lady and gentleman had the carriage to ourselves all the way. She evidently took me for a lord; her husband for a card-sharper. But I think I shall like the coat."
Opinions might differ upon it--as did those of the old couple in the train. It was decidedly a handsome coat in itself, and had probably cost as much as the professor gave for it; but, taken in conjunction with its oddity, some might not have elected to be seen wearing it. Mr. Hunter had brought no other; his last year's coat was much worn, and he had been about to get another when this came in his way.
"And what about Susan?" Miss Thornycroft asked.
"Susan is in Yorkshire. Her aunt--to whom she was left when my mother died--was taken ill, and sent for her. I do not suppose Susan will return to London."
"Not at all?"
Mr. Hunter thought not. "It would be scarcely worth while; she was to have gone home in March."
Thus talking, they reached the Red Court Farm. When its inmates10 saw him arrive, his portmanteau carried behind by a porter, they were thunderstruck. Mr. Thornycroft scarcely knew which to stare at most, him or his coat. Mary Anne introduced him with characteristic equanimity11. Richard vouchsafed12 no greeting in his stern displeasure, but the justice, a gentleman at heart, hospitably13 inclined always, could do no less than bid him welcome. Cyril, quiet and courteous14, shook hands with him; and later, when Isaac came in, he grasped his hand warmly.
There is no doubt that the learning he was a connexion of Anna Chester's (it could not be called a relative) tended to smooth matters. As the days passed on, Mr. Hunter grew upon their liking15; for his own sake he proved to be an agreeable companion; and even Richard fell into civility--an active, free, pleasant-mannered young fellow, as the justice called him, who made himself at home indoors and out.
Never, since the bygone days at Katterley, had Robert Hunter deserved the character; but in this brief holiday he could but give himself up to his perfect happiness. He made excursions to Jutpoint; he explored the cliffs; he went in at will to Captain Copp's and the other houses on the heath; he put out to sea with the fishermen in the boats; he talked to the wives in their huts: everybody soon knew Robert Hunter, and especially his coat, which had become the marvel16 of Coastdown; a few admiring it--a vast many abusing it.
Miss Thornycroft was his frequent companion, and they went out unrestrained. It never appeared to have crossed the mind of Mr. Thornycroft or his sons as being within the bounds of possibility that this struggling young engineer, who was not known to public repute as an engineer at all, could presume to be thinking of Mary Anne, still less that she could think of him; otherwise they had been more cautious. Anna Chester was out with them sometimes, Cyril on occasion; but they rambled17 about for the most part alone in the cold and frost, their spirits light as the rarefied air.
The plateau and its superstition18 had no terror for Mr. Hunter, rather amusement: but that he saw--and saw with surprise--it was a subject of gravity at the Red Court, he might have made fun of it. Mary Anne confessed to him that she did not understand the matter; her brothers were reticent19 even to discourtesy. That some mystery was at the bottom of it Mr. Hunter could not fail to detect, and was content to bury all allusion20 to the superstition.
He stood with Miss Thornycroft on the edge of the plateau one bright morning--the brightest they had had. It was the first time he had been so far, for Mary Anne had never gone beyond the railings. Not the slightest fear had she; for the matter of that, nobody else had in daylight; but she knew that her father did not like to see her there. In small things, when they did not cross her own will, the young lady could be obedient.
"I can see how dangerous it would be here on a dark night," observed Robert Hunter in answer to something she had been saying, as he drew a little back from the edge, over which he had been cautiously leaning to take his observations. "Mary Anne! I never in all my life saw a place so convenient for smuggling21 as that Half-moon below. I daresay it has seen plenty of it."
Before she could make any rejoinder Mr. Kyne came strolling up to them in a brown study, and they shook hands. Robert Hunter had dined with him at the Red Court.
"I was telling Miss Thornycroft that the place below looks as if it had been made for the convenience of smuggling," began Robert Hunter. "Have you much trouble here?"
"No; but I am in hopes of it," was the reply. And it so completely astonished Mr. Hunter, who had spoken in a careless manner, without real meaning, as we all do sometimes, that he turned sharply round and looked at the supervisor23.
"I thought the days of smuggling were over."
"Not yet, here--so far as I believe," replied Mr. Kyne. "We have information that smuggling to an extent is carried on somewhere on this coast, and this is the most likely spot for it that I can discover. I heard of this suspicion soon after I was appointed to Coastdown, and so kept my eyes open; but never, in spite of my precautions, have I succeeded in dropping on the wretches24. I don't speak of paltry25 packets of tobacco and sausage-skins of brandy, which the fishermen, boarding strange craft, contrive26 to stow about their ribs27, but of more serious cargoes29. I would almost stake my life that not a mile distant from this place there lies hidden a ton-load of lace, rich and costly30 as ever flourished at the Court of St. James."[2]
[Footnote 2: This was just before the late alteration31 in the Customs' import laws, when the duty on lace and other light articles was large: making the smuggling of them into England a clever and enormously profitable achievement, when it could be accomplished32 with impunity33.]
Robert Hunter thought the story sounded about as likely as that of the ghost. The incredulous, amused light in his eye caused Mary Anne to laugh.
"Where can it be hidden?" she asked of the supervisor. "There's no place."
"I wish I could tell you where, Miss Thornycroft."
Anything but inclined to laugh did he appear himself. The fact was, Mr. Kyne was growing more fully34 confirmed in his opinion day by day, and had come out this morning determined35 to do something. Circumstances were occurring to baffle all his precautions, and he felt savage36. His policy hitherto had been secrecy37, henceforth he meant to speak of the matter openly, and see what that would do. It was very singular--noted hereafter--that Robert Hunter and this young lady should have been the first who fell in his way after the resolution to speak was taken. But no doubt the remark with which Mr. Hunter greeted him surprised him into it.
"But surely you do not think, Mr. Kyne, that boat-loads of lace are really run here!" exclaimed Robert Hunter.
"I do think it. If not in this precise spot,"--pointing with his finger to the Half-moon beach underneath39--"somewhere close to it. There's only one thing staggers me--if they run their cargoes there, where can they stow it away? I have walked about there"--advancing to the edge cautiously and looking down--"from the time the tide went off the narrow path, leading to it round the rocks, until it came in again, puzzling over the problem, and peering with every eye I had."
"Peering?"
"Yes. We have heard of caves and other hiding-places being concealed40 in rocks," added the supervisor, doggedly41; "why not in these? I cannot put it out of my head that there's something of the sort here; it's getting as bad to me as a haunting dream."
"It would be charming to find it!" exclaimed Mary Anne. "A cave in the rocks! Ah, Mr. Kyne, it is too good to be true. We shall never have so romantic a discovery at Coastdown."
"If such a thing were there, I should think you would have no difficulty in discovering it," said Mr. Hunter.
"I have found it difficult," returned Mr. Kyne, snappishly, as if certain remembrances connected with the non-finding did not soothe42 him. "There's only one thing keeps me from reporting the suspicions at head quarters."
"And that is--?"
"The doubt that it may turn out nothing after all."
"Oh, then, you are not so sure; you have no sufficient grounds to go upon," quickly rejoined Mr. Hunter, with a smile that nettled43 the other.
"Yes, I have grounds," he returned, somewhat incautiously perhaps, in his haste to vindicate44 himself. "We had information a short time back," he continued after a pause, as he dropped his voice to a low key "that a boat-load of something--my belief is, it's lace--was waiting to come in. Every night for a fortnight, in the dark age of the moon, did I haunt this naked plateau on the watch, one man with me, others being within call. A very agreeable task it was, lying perdu on its edge, with my cold face just extended beyond!"
"And what was the result?" eagerly asked Mr. Hunter, who was growing interested in the narrative45.
"Nothing was the result. I never saw the ghost of a smuggler46 or a boat approach the place. And the very first night I was off the watch, I have reason to believe the job was done."
"Which night was that?" inquired Miss Thornycroft.
"This day week, when I was dining at the Red Court. I had told my men to be on the look-out; but I had certainly told them in a careless sort of way, for the moon was bright again, and who was to suspect that they would risk it on a light night? They are bold sinners."
The customs officer was so earnest, putting, as was evident, so much faith in his own suspicions, that Robert Hunter insensibly began to go over to his belief. Why should cargoes of lace, and other valuable articles, not be run? he asked himself. They bore enough duty to tempt47 the risk, as they had borne it in the days gone by.
"How was it your men were so negligent48?" he inquired.
"There's the devil of it!" cried the supervisor. "I beg your pardon, young lady; wrong words slip out inadvertently when one's vexed49. My careless orders made the men careless, and they sat boozing at the Mermaid. Young Mr. Thornycroft, it seems, happened to go in, saw them sitting there with some of his farm-labourers, and, in a generous fit, ordered them to call for what drink they liked. They had red eyes and shaky hands the next morning."
"How stupid of my brother!" exclaimed Mary Anne. "Was it Richard or Isaac?"
"I don't know. But all your family are too liberal: their purse is longer than their discretion50. It is not the first time, by many, they have treated my fellows. I wish they would not do so."
There was a slight pause. Mr. Kyne resumed in a sort of halting tone, as if the words came from him in spite of his better judgment51.
"The greatest obstacle I have to contend with in keeping the men to their duty on the plateau here, is the superstition connected with it. When a fellow is got on at night, the slightest movement--a night-bird flying overhead--will send him off again. Ah! they don't want pressing to stay drinking at the Mermaid or anywhere else. The fact is, Coastdown has not been kept to its duty for a long while. My predecessor52 was good-hearted and easy, and the men did as they liked."
"How many men do you count here?"
"Only three or four, and they can't be available all together; they must have some rest, turn on, turn off. There's a longish strip of coast to pace, too; the plateau's but a fleabite of it."
"And your theory is that the smugglers run their boats below here?" continued Robert Hunter, indicating the Half-moon beach.
"I think they do--that is, if they run them anywhere," replied Mr. Kyne, who was in a state of miserable53 doubt, between his firm convictions and the improbabilities they involved. "You see, there is nowhere else that privateer boats can be run to. There's no possibility of such a thing higher up, beyond that point to the right, and it would be nearly as impossible for them to land a cargo28 of contraband54 goods beyond the left point, in the face of all the villagers."
There was a silence. All three were looking below at the scrap55 of beach over the sharp edges of the jutting56 rocks, Miss Thornycroft held safe by Mr. Hunter. She broke it.
"But, as you observe, Mr. Kyne, where could they stow a cargo there, allowing that they landed one? There is certainly no opening or place for concealment57 in those hard, bare rocks, or it would have been discovered long ago. Another thing--suppose for a moment that they do get a cargo stowed away somewhere in the rocks, how are they to get it out again? There would be equal danger of discovery."
"So there would," replied Mr. Kyne. "I have thought of all these things myself till my head is muddled58."
"Did you ever read Cooper's novels, Mr. Kyne?" resumed Miss Thornycroft. "Some of them would give you a vast deal of insight into these sort of transactions."
"No," replied the officer, with an amused look. "I prefer to get my insight from practice. I am pretty sharp-sighted," he added with complacency.
Robert Hunter had been weighing possibilities in his mind, and woke up as from sudden thought, turning to the supervisor.
"I should like to go down there and have a look at these rocks. My profession has taken me much amidst such places: perhaps my experience could assist you."
"Let us walk there now!" exclaimed the supervisor, seizing at the idea--"if not taking you out of your way, Miss Thornycroft."
"Oh, I should be delighted," was the young lady's reply. "I call it quite an adventure. Some fine moonlight night I shall come and watch here myself, Mr. Kyne."
"They don't do their work on a moonlight night. At least," he hastened to correct himself; with a somewhat crestfallen59 expression, "not usually. But after what happened recently, I shall mistrust a light night as much as a dark one."
"Are you sure," she inquired, standing60 yet within them on the plateau, "that a cargo was really landed the night you speak of?"
"I am not sure; but I have cause to suspect it."
"It must be an adventurous61 life," she remarked, "bearing its charms, no doubt."
"They had better not get caught," was the officer's rejoinder, delivered with professional gusto; "they would not find it so charming then."
"I thought the days of smuggling were over," observed Mr. Hunter: "except the more legitimate62 way of doing it through the very eyes and nose of the custom-house. Did you know anything personally of the great custom-house frauds, as they were called, when so many officers and merchants were implicated63, some years ago?"
"I did. I held a subordinate post in the London office then, and was in the thick of the discoveries."
"You were not one of the implicated?" jestingly demanded Mr. Hunter.
"Why, no--or you would not see me here now. I was not sufficiently64 high in the service for it."
"Or else you might have been?"
"That's a home question," laughed Mr. Kyne. "I really cannot answer for what might have been. My betters were tempted65 to be."
He spoke22 without a cloud on his face; a different man now, from the one who had betrayed his family's past trouble to Justice Thornycroft. Not to this rising young engineer, attired66 in his fantastic coat, which the supervisor always believed must be the very height of ton and fashion in London; not to this handsome, careless, light-hearted girl, would he suffer aught of that past to escape. He could joke with them of the custom-house frauds, which had driven so many into exile, and one--at least, as he believed--to death. On the whole, it was somewhat singular that the topic should have been again started. Miss Thornycroft took up the thread with a laugh.
"There, Mr. Kyne! You acknowledge that you custom-house gentlemen are not proof against temptation, and yet you boast of looking so sharply after these wretched fishermen!"
"If the game be carried on here as I suspect, Miss Thornycroft, it is not wretched fishermen who have to do with it; except, perhaps, as subordinates."
"Let us go and explore the Half-moon beach below," again said Robert Hunter. Mr. Kyne turned to it at once: he had been waiting to do so. The engineer's experience might be valuable. He had had somewhat to do with rocks and land.
It was a short walk as they made their way down to the village, and thence to the narrow path winding67 round the projection68 of rock. The tide was out, so they shelved round it with dry feet, and ascended69 to the Half-moon beach. They paced about from one end of the place to the other, looking and talking. Nothing was to be seen; nothing; no opening, or sign of opening. The engineer had an umbrella in his hand, and he struck the rocks repeatedly: in one part in particular, it was just the middle of the Half-moon, he struck and struck, and returned to strike again.
"What do you find?" inquired Mr. Kyne.
"Not much. Only it sounds hollow just here."
They looked again: they stooped down and looked; they stood upon a loose stone and raised themselves to look; they pushed and struck at the part with all their might and main. No, nothing came of it.
"Did you ever see a more convenient spot for working the game?" cried the supervisor. "Look at those embedded70 stones down there, rising from the lower beach: the very things to moor71 a boat to."
"Who do you suspect does this contraband business?" inquired Robert Hunter.
"My suspicions don't fall particularly upon any one. There are no parties in the neighbourhood whom one could suspect, except the boatmen, and if the trade is pushed in the extensive way I think, they are not the guilty men. A week ago (more or less) they ran, as I tell you, one cargo; I know they did; and may I be shot this moment, if they are not ready to ran another! That's a paying game, I hope."
Ready to run another! The pulses of Mr. Kyne's hearers ran riot with excitement. This spice of adventure was intensely charming.
"How do you know they are?" asked Robert Hunter.
"By two or three signs. One of them, which I have no objection to mention, is that a certain queer craft is fond of cruising about here. Whenever I catch sight of her ugly sides, I know it bodes72 no good for her Majesty73's revenue. She carries plausible74 colours, the hussey, and has, I doubt not, a double bottom, false as her colours. I saw her stern, shooting off at daybreak this morning, and should like to have had the overhauling75 of her."
"Can you not?"
"No. She is apparently on legitimate business."
"I thought that her Majesty could search any vessel76, legitimate or illegitimate."
Again Mr. Kyne looked slightly crestfallen. "I boarded her with my men the last time she was here, and nothing came of it. She happened by ill-luck to be really empty, or we were not clever enough to unearth77 the fox."
The reminiscence was not agreeable to Mr. Kyne. The empty vessel had staggered him professionally; the reception he met with insulted him personally. Until the search was over, the captain, a round, broad Dutchman, had been civil, affording every facility to the revenue officers; but the instant the work was done, he ordered them out of the ship in his bad English, and promised a different reception if they ever came on it again. That was not all. The mate, another Dutchman, was handling a loaded pistol the whole time on full cock, and staring at the superintendent78 in a very strange manner. Altogether the remembrance was unpleasant.
The tide was coming up, and they had to quit the strip of beach while the road was open. Mr. Kyne wished them good morning and departed on his own way. Robert Hunter turned towards the plateau again, which surprised Miss Thornycroft. "Just for a minute or two," he urged.
They ascended it, and stood on the brow as before, Robert Hunter in deep thought. His face, now turned to the sea, now to the land, wore a business-like expression.
"We are now standing exactly above the middle of the rocks on the Half-moon beach below," he remarked presently, "just where they had a hollow sound."
"Yes," she replied.
"And the Red Court, as you see, lies off in a straight line. It is a good thing your father lives there, Mary Anne."
"Why?"
"Because if suspicious persons inhabited it, I should say that house might have something to do with the mystery. If Kyne's conclusions are right--that smuggled79 goods are landed on the beach below, they must be stowed away in the rocks; although the ingress is hidden from the uninitiated. Should this be really the case, depend upon it there is some passage, some communication, in these rocks to an egress80 inland."
"But what has that to do with our house?" inquired Mary Anne, wonderingly.
"These old castles, lying contiguous to the coast, are sure to have subterranean81 passages underneath, leading to the sea. Many an escape has been made that way in time of war, and many an ill-fated prisoner has been so conducted to the waves, and put out of sight for ever. Were I your father, I would institute a search. He might come upon the hoarding-place of the smugglers."
"But the smugglers cannot get to their caverns82 and passages through our house!"
"Of course not. There must be some other opening. How I should like to drop upon the lads!"
Mr. Hunter spoke with animation83. Such a discovery presented a tempting84 prospect85, and he walked across the plateau as one who has got a new feather stuck in his cap. In passing the Round Tower, he turned aside to it, and stepped in through the opening. He found nothing there that could be converted into suspicion by the most lively imagination. The worn grass beneath the feet was all genuine; the circular wall, crumbling86 away, had stood for ages. Satisfied, so far, they crossed the railings on their way home.
Mr. Thornycroft was in the dining-room writing a note; Richard, who had apparently just stepped in to ask a question, held a gun; Cyril lay back in an easy-chair, reading. When Mary Anne and their gentleman guest burst in upon them with eager excitement, the one out-talking the other, it was rather startling.
"Such an adventure! Papa, did you know we probably have smugglers on the coast here?"
"Have you ever explored underneath your house, sir, under the old ruins of the castle? There may be a chain of subterranean passages and vaults87 conducting from here to the sea."
"Not common smugglers, papa, the poor tobacco-and-brandy sailors, but people in an extensive way. Boat-loads of lace they land."
"If it be as the man suspects, there may be often a rare booty there. There may be one at this very moment; I would lay any money there is," added Robert Hunter, improving upon the idea in his excitement. "Mr. Richard, will you bet a crown with me?"
The words had been poured forth38 so rapidly by both, that it would seem their hearers were powerless to interrupt. Yet the effect they produced was great. Cyril started upright, and let his book drop on his knees; Mr. Thornycroft pushed his glasses to the top of his brow, an angry paleness giving place to his healthy, rosy88 colour; while Richard, more demonstrative, dashed the gun on the carpet and broke into an ugly oath. The justice was the first to find his tongue.
"What absurd treason are you talking now? You are mad, Mary Anne."
"It is not treason at all, sir," replied Mr. Hunter, regarding Richard with surprise. "It is a pretty well ascertained89 fact that contraband goods are landed and housed in the rocks at the Half-moon. It will be loyalty90, instead of treason, if we can contrive to lay a trap and catch the traitors91."
Richard Thornycroft moved forward as if to strike the impetuous speaker. It would seem that one of the fits of passion he was liable to was coming on. Cyril, calm and cool, placed himself across his brother's path.
"Be quiet, Richard," he said, in a tone that savoured of authority; "stay you still. Where did you pick up this cock-and-bull story?" he demanded with light mockery of Robert Hunter.
"We had it from the supervisor. He has suspected ever since he came, he says, that this station was favoured by smugglers, and now he is sure of it. One cargo they landed a few days ago, and there's another dodging off the coast, waiting to come in. He intends to drop upon that."
"It is a made-up lie!" foamed92 Richard. "The fellow talks so to show his zeal93. I'll tell him so. Smuggled goods landed here!"
"Well, lie or no lie, you need not fly in a passion over it," said Mary Anne. "It is not our affair."
"Then, if it is not our affair, what business have you interfering94 in it?" retorted Richard. "Interpose your authority, sir, and forbid her to concern herself with men's work," he added, turning sharply to his father. "No woman would do it who retains any sense of shame."
"Miss Thornycroft has done nothing unbecoming a lady," exclaimed Mr. Hunter, in a tone of wonder. "You forget that you are speaking to your sister, Mr. Richard. What can you mean?"
"Oh, he means nothing," said Mary Anne, "only he lets his temper get the better of his tongue. One would think, Richard, you had something to do with the smugglers, by your taking it up in this way," she pursued, in a spirit of aggravation95. "And, indeed, it was partly your fault that they got their last cargo in."
"Explain yourself," said Cyril to his sister, pushing his arm before Richard's mouth.
"It was a night when we had a dinner party here," she pursued. "Mr. Kyne was here; the only night he had been off the watch for a fortnight, he says. But he left orders with his men to look out, and Richard got treating them to drink at the Mermaid, and they never looked. So the coast was clear, and the smugglers got their goods in."
Cyril burst into a pleasant laugh. "Ah, ha!" said he, "new brooms sweep clean. Mr. Superintendent Kyne is a fresh hand down here, so he thinks he must trumpet96 forth his fame as a keen officer--that he may be all the more negligent by-and-bye, you know. None but a stranger, as you are, Mr. Hunter, could have given ear to it."
"I have given both ear and belief," replied Robert Hunter, firmly; "and I have offered Mr. Kyne the benefit of my engineering experience to help him discover whether there is or is not a secret opening in the rocks."
"You have!" exclaimed Justice Thornycroft. He glared on Robert Hunter as he asked the question. From quite the first until now he had been bending over his note, leaving the discussion to them.
"To be sure I have, sir. I have been with him now, on the Half-moon, sounding them; but I had only an umbrella, and that was of little use. We are going to-morrow better prepared. It strikes me the mystery lies right in the middle. It sounds hollow there. I will do all I can to help him, that the fellows may be brought to punishment."
"Sir!" cried the old justice, in a voice of thunder, rising and sternly confronting Robert Hunter, "I forbid it. Do you understand? I forbid it. None under my roof shall take act or part in this."
"But justice demands it," replied Mr. Hunter, after a pause. "It behoves all loyal subjects of her Majesty to aid in discovering the offenders97: especially you, sir, a sworn magistrate98."
"It behoves me to protect the poor fishermen, who look to me for protection, who have looked to me for it for years; ay, and received it," was the warm reply, "better than it behoves you, sir, to presume to teach me my duty! Richard, leave me to speak. I tell you, sir, I do not believe this concocted99 story. I am the chief of the place, sir, and I will not believe it. The coast-guard and the fishermen are at variance100; always have been; and I will not allow the poor fellows to be traduced101 and put upon, treated as if they were thieves and rogues102. Neither I nor mine shall take part in it; no, nor any man who is under my roof eating the bread of friendliness103. I hope you hear me, sir."
Robert Hunter stood confounded. All his golden visions of discoveries, that should make his name famous and put feathers in his cap, were vanishing into air. But the curious part was the justice's behaviour; that struck him as being very strange, not to say unreasonable104.
"It is not the first time, sir, that the coast-guard have tried it on," pursued Mr. Thornycroft. "When the last superintendent was appointed, Dangerfield, he took something of the sort in his head, and came to me to assist him in an investigation105. 'Investigate for yourself,' I said to him. 'I shall not aid you to tarnish106 the characters of the fishermen.' It may be presumed that his investigation did not come to much," was the ironical107 conclusion; "since I heard no more about the smugglers from him all the years he was stationed here."
"And you think, sir, that Mr. Kyne is also mistaken?" cried Robert Hunter, veering108 round.
"What I think, and what I do not think, you may gather from my words," was the haughty109 reply. "I tell you that no man living under my roof shall encourage by so much as a word, let alone an act, anything of the sort. Mr. Kyne can pursue his own business without us."
"If it were one of my own brothers who did so, I would shoot him dead," said Richard, with a meaning touch at his gun. "So I warn him."
"And commit murder?" echoed Robert Hunter, who did not admire this semi-threat of Richard's.
"It would not be murder, sir; it would be justifiable110 homicide," interposed the justice, rather to Robert Hunter's surprise. "When I was a young man, a guest abused my father's hospitality. My brother challenged him. They went out with their seconds, and my brother shot him. That was not murder."
"But, papa, that must have been a different thing altogether," said Mary Anne, who had stood transfixed at the turn the conversation was taking. "It----"
"To your room, Miss Thornycroft! To your room, I say!" cried the passionate111 justice, pushing her from him. "Would you beard my authority? Things are coming to a pretty pass."
It was a stormy ending to a stormy interview. Confused and terrified, Mary Anne Thornycroft hastened up and burst into tears in her chamber112. Richard strode away with his gun; Cyril followed him; and the justice bent113 over his writing again quietly, as though nothing had happened.
As for Robert Hunter he felt entirely114 amazed. Of course, putting it as the justice had put it, he felt bound in honour not to interfere115 further, and would casually116 tell Mr. Kyne so on the first opportunity, giving no reason why. Pondering over the matter as he strolled out of doors uncomfortably, he came to the conclusion that Mr. Thornycroft must be self-arrogant, both as a magistrate and a man: one of the old-world sort, who jog on from year's end to year's end, seeing no abuses, and utterly117 refusing to reform them when seen.
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