Whether the reports arose, in the first place, in consequence of Sinnett's talking; whether Sarah Ford had spoken a hasty word on the Monday morning, in her surprise and shock at what she heard; or whether the facts had gone about through those strange instincts of suspicion that do sometimes arise in the most extraordinary manner, nobody can tell how or whence, was not yet known. But the rumours reached the ear of the summoning officer, and at ten o'clock on the Tuesday night that functionary8 delivered his mandates--one at the Red Court Farm, two at Captain Copp's, for these witnesses to attend the inquest. Speaking afterwards at the Mermaid10 of what he had done, the excitement knew no bounds.
Speculation11 was rife in regard to the most strange absence of Cyril Thornycroft. But not quite at first--not, in fact, until the Wednesday morning--was any unpleasant feeling connected with it. It might have been in men's minds--who could say it had not?--but on the Wednesday it began to be spoken. Was Cyril the guilty man? Had he, in a scuffle or else, fired the shot that killed Hunter?
The taint13 was carried in a whisper to the Red Court Farm. It staggered Mr. Thornycroft; it drove Isaac speechless; but Richard, in his usual fashion, went into a white heat of indignation. Cyril, who was one of the best men on the face of the earth!--who lived, as everybody knew, a gentle and blameless life, striving to follow, so far as might be, the example his Master set when He came on earth!--who would not hurt a fly, who was ever seeking to soothe14 others battling with the world's troubles, and help them on the road to Heaven!--he kill Robert Hunter! Richard's emotion overwhelmed him, and his lips turned white as he spoke6 it.
All very true: if ever a man strove to walk near to God, it was certainly Cyril Thornycroft; and Richard's hearers acknowledged it. But--and this they did not say--good men had been overtaken by temptation, by crime, before now; and, after all, this might have been a pure accident. If Cyril Thornycroft were innocent, argued Coastdown, why did he run away? Of course, his prolonged absence, if voluntary, was the great proof against him: even unprejudiced people admitted that. Mr. Thornycroft and his sons had another theory, and were not uneasy. It was not convenient to speak of it to the world; but they fully15 believed Cyril would return home in a week or two, safe and sound; and they also, one and all, implicitly16 believed that he was not only guiltless of the death of Robert Hunter, but ignorant of its having taken place. The fact of his having no money with him went for nothing--it has been mentioned that his purse was left in his room,--if Cyril had gone where they suspected, he could have what money he pleased for the asking.
In this state of excitement and uncertainty17, Wednesday morning dawned. As the hour for the coroner's inquest drew near, all the world assembled round the Mermaid: to see the coroner and jury go in would be something. Captain Copp stumped18 about in a condition of wrath19 that promised momentary20 explosion, arising from the fact that his "women-kind" should be subp?naed to give evidence on a land murder. What they might have to say about it, or what they had not to say, the captain was unable to get at; his questioning had been in vain: Sarah was silent and sullen21; Anna Chester white and shivering, as if some great blow had fallen on her: and this unsatisfactory state of things did not tend to increase the captain's equanimity22. He had been originally summoned to serve on the inquest, but when the officer came to the house at ten on the Tuesday night, he told him he had perhaps better not serve. All this was as bitter aloes to the merchant captain.
The inquest took place in the club-room of the Mermaid, the coroner taking his seat at the head of its long table covered with green baize, while the jury ranged themselves round it. Justice Thornycroft was seated at the right hand of the coroner. They had viewed the body, which lay in an adjoining room, just as it had been brought up.
The first witness called was Mr. Supervisor23 Kyne, he having been the first to discover the calamity24. With break of day on the Monday morning he went on the plateau. Happening to look over as far as he could stretch, he saw what he thought to be Mr. Hunter asleep: the face was hidden from him as he stood above, but he knew him by his coat. Going round to the Half-moon beach, having been joined on his way by one or two fishermen, they discovered that the poor gentleman was not asleep, but dead: in fact that he had been killed, and in a most frightful25 manner.
The surgeon who had been called to examine the body spoke next. The cause of death was a shot, he said. The bullet had entered the face, gone through the brain, and passed out at the crown of the head. Death must have been instantaneous, he thought: and the face had also been very much defaced by the jagged points of the rock in falling. In answer to the coroner, the surgeon said he should think it had been many hours dead when he was called to see it at half-past seven in the morning: nine or ten at least.
The next witness was Mr. Thornycroft, who stood up to give his evidence. He spoke to the fact of the young man's having been his guest for a short while at the Red Court: that he had intended to leave on the Sunday night by the half-past eight omnibus for Jutpoint, to catch the train; but had missed it. He then said he would walk it, wished them good-bye, and left with that intention. He knew no more.
Mr. Thornycroft sat down again, and Richard was called. He confirmed his father's evidence, and gave some in addition. On the Sunday night he quitted the dining-room soon after the deceased, and went outside for a stroll. There he saw Hunter, who appeared to have been on the plateau. They stood together a few moments talking, and just as they were parting Cyril came up. He, Cyril, said he would walk a little way with Hunter, and they turned away together.
"To walk to Jutpoint?" interposed the coroner.
"Yes: speaking of Hunter. Of course I supposed my brother would turn back almost immediately."
"Were they upon angry terms one with the other?"
"Certainly not."
"And you never saw either of them afterwards?"
"No," replied Richard, in a low tone--which the room set down to uneasiness on the score of Cyril's absence. "I went indoors then."
"You are sure that the deceased was then starting, positively26 starting, on his walk to Jutpoint?"
"I am quite certain. There is no doubt of it whatever."
"What, then, caused him to come back again?"
"I am quite unable to conjecture27. It is to me one of the strangest points connected with this strange business."
Cause, indeed, had Richard Thornycroft to say so! He, of all others, he alone, knew of the oath taken by Hunter not to come back; of the danger Hunter knew he would run in attempting it. To the very end of Richard's life--as it seemed, to him now--would the thing be a mystery to his mind: unless Cyril should be able to throw light upon it.
Richard Thornycroft had no further testimony28 to offer, and Isaac was next examined. He could say no more than his father had said; not having seen Hunter at all since the latter quitted the dining-room. Of the subsequent events of the night, he said he knew personally nothing: he was not out of doors. The fisherman, East, next appeared, and testified to having seen Cyril Thornycroft and Mr. Hunter together, as before stated.
"Were you looking out for them?" asked a sapient29 juryman.
"Looking out for 'em?" repeated East. "Lawk love ye, I warn't a-looking out for nobody. I'd not have noticed 'em, maybe, but for Mr. Hunter's white coat that he'd got buttoned on him. One couldn't be off seeing that."
"Call Cyril Thornycroft," said the coroner.
The calling of Cyril Thornycroft was a mere30 form, as the coroner was aware. He had learnt all the unpleasant rumours and suspicions attaching to Cyril's absence; had no doubt formed his own opinion on the point. But he was careful not to avow31 that opinion; perhaps also not to press for any evidence that might tend to confirm it, out of regard to his old friend, Justice Thornycroft.
"Have you any suggestion to offer as to your son's absence?" he asked in a considerate tone of the magistrate32.
Mr. Thornycroft stood up to answer. His countenance33 was clear and open, his fine upright form raised to its full height: evidently he attached no suspicion to his son's non-return.
"I think it will be found that he has only gone to see some friends who live at a distance, and that a few days will bring him home again. My reasons for this belief are good, though I would rather not state them publicly; they are conclusive34 to my own mind, and to the minds of my two elder sons. And I beg to say that I affirm this in all honour, as a magistrate and a gentleman."
Again the coroner paused. "Do you consider, Mr. Thornycroft, that your son premeditated this visit?"
"No; or he would have spoken of it. I think that circumstances must have caused him to depart on it suddenly."
Mr. Thornycroft was thinking of one class of "circumstances," the coroner and jury of another. They could only connect any circumstances, causing sudden departure, with the tragedy of the night, with a sense of guilt12. Mr. Thornycroft knew of another outlet35.
"Is it usual for him to leave his watch and purse on the drawers, sir?" asked a juror.
"It is not unusual. He does so sometimes when changing his coat and waistcoat for dinner: not intentionally36, but from forgetfulness. He is absentminded at the best of times: not at all practical as his brothers are."
"But what would he do without money on a journey?" persisted the gentleman.
Mr. Thornycroft paused for a moment, considering his answer. It was exceedingly unfortunate that he could not speak out freely: Cyril's reputation had suffered less.
"The fact of his having left his purse at home does not prove he has no money with him," said the justice. "In fact, I believe he keeps his porte-monnaie in his pocket from habit more than anything else, and carries his money loose. Most men, so far as I know, like to do so. I examined the porte-monnaie this morning, and found it empty."
There was a slight laugh at this, hushed immediately. Mr. Thornycroft, finding nothing farther was asked him, sat down again.
"Call Sarah Ford," said the coroner.
Sarah Ford came in, and Captain Copp, who made one of the few spectators, struck his wooden leg irascibly on the floor of the room: a respectable, intelligent-looking woman, quietly attired37 in a straw bonnet38, a brown shawl with flowered border, with a white handkerchief in her gloved hands. She did not appear to be in the least put out at having to appear before the coroner and jury, and gave her evidence with the most perfect independence.
The coroner looked at his notes; not of the evidence already given, which his clerk was taking down, but of some he had brought to refresh his memory.
"Do you recollect39 last Sunday evening, witness?" he asked, when a few preliminary questions had been gone through.
"What should hinder me?" returned the witness, ever ready with her tongue. "It's not so long ago."
"Where did you go to that evening?"
"I went nowhere but to Justice Thornycroft's."
"For what purpose did you go there?"
"To fetch Miss Chester. She was to have been sent for at eight o'clock, but master and mistress forgot it. When it was on the stroke of nine they told me to go for her."
"Which you did?"
"Which I did, and without stopping to put anything on."
"Did you meet anybody as you went?"
"Yes; nearly close to the Red Court gates I met Mr. Hunter and young Cyril Thornycroft."
"Walking together towards the village?" interposed the coroner.
"Walking on that way. Mr. Hunter was buttoning himself up tight in that blessed fine coat of his."
"Did they seem angry with each other?"
"No, sir; they were talking pleasantly. Mr. Cyril was saying to the other that if he stepped out he would be at Jutpoint by half-past ten. That was before they came close, but the air was clear and brought out the sound of their voices."
"Did they speak to you?"
"I spoke to them. I asked Mr. Hunter if he had lost the omnibus, for, you must understand, Miss Chester had said in the afternoon that he was going by it, and he said 'Yes, he had, and had got to walk it.' So I wished him a good journey."
"Was that all?"
"All that he said. Mr. Cyril asked me was I going to the Court, and I said 'Yes, I was, to fetch Miss Chester,' and that 'master was in a tantrum at its being so late.' (An irascible word from Captain Copp.) With that they went their way and I went mine."
"After that, you reached the Red Court?"
"Of course I reached it."
"Well, what happened there? Relate it in full."
"Nothing particular happened that I know of, except that the servants gave me some mulled wine."
"While you were waiting?"
"Yes, while I was waiting; and a fine time Miss Chester kept me, although I told her about the anger at home. She--"
"Stay a moment, witness. How long do you think it was?"
"A quarter of an hour or twenty minutes. Quite that."
"And now go on. We know the details, witness," added the coroner, significantly. "I tell you this, that you may relate them without being questioned at every sentence; it will save time."
Sarah looked at him. That he was speaking the truth was self-evident; and she prepared to tell her story consecutively40, without any suppression. The coroner was impatient.
"Speak up, witness. Miss Thornycroft went out with you. What induced her to go?"
"I suppose it was a freak she took," replied the witness. "When they said Miss Chester was ready I went into the hall, and Miss Thornycroft, in a sort of joke (I didn't think she meant it) said she would come out with her. Miss Chester asked her how she would get back again, and she answered, laughing, that she'd run back, to be sure, nobody was about to see her. Well, she put on her garden-bonnet, which hung there, and a shawl, and we came away, all three of us. In going out at the gates they both turned on the waste land, towards the plateau. I saw 'em stop and stare up on it, as if they saw something; and I wished they'd just stare at our way home instead, for I was not over warm, lagging there. Presently one of them said to me--for I had followed--'Sarah, do look, is not that Robert Hunter walking about there?' 'My eyes is to chilled to see so far, young ladies,' says I; 'what should bring Robert Hunter there, when I met him as I came along, speeding on his journey to Jutpoint?' 'I can see that it is Robert Hunter,' returned Miss Thornycroft; 'I can see him quite distinct on that high ground against the sky.' And with that they told me to wait there, and they'd just run up and frighten him. Precious cross I was, and I took off my black stuff apron41 and threw it over my head, shawl fashion, thinking what a fool I was to come out on a cold frosty night without----"
"Confine yourself to the evidence," sternly interrupted the coroner.
"Well," proceeded Sarah, who remained as cool and equable before the coroner and jury as she would have been in her own kitchen, "I doubled my apron over my head, and down I sat on that red stone which rises out of the ground there like a low milestone42. In a minute or two somebody comes running on to the plateau, as if following the young ladies----"
"From what direction, witness?"
"I think from that of the Red Court Farm. It might have been from that of the village, but I think it was the other; I am not sure either way. You see, I had got my apron right over me, and my head bent43 down on my knees, afeard of catching44 the face-ache, and I never heard anything till he was on the plateau. When I saw him he was near the Round Tower, going straight up to it, as it were; so he might have come from either way."
"Did you recognise him?"
"No; I didn't try to. I saw it was a man, through the slit45 I had left in my apron. He was going fast, but stealthily, hardly letting his shoes touch the ground, as if he was up to no good. And I was not sorry to see him go there, for thinks I, he'll hurry back my young ladies."
"Witness--pay attention--were there no signs by which you could recognise that man? How was he dressed? As a gentleman?--as a sailor?--as a----"
"As a gentleman, for all I saw to the contrary," replied the witness, unceremoniously interrupting the coroner's question. "If I had known he was going on to the plateau to murder Mr. Hunter, you may be sure I'd have looked at him sharp enough."
"For all you saw to the contrary," repeated the coroner, taking up the words; "what do you mean by that?"
"Well, what I mean is, I suppose, that he might have been a gentleman or he might not. The fact is, I never noticed his dress at all. I think the clothes were dark, and I think he had leggings on--which are worn by common people and gentlemen alike down here. The stars was rather under a cloud at the time, and so was my temper."
"Honestly acknowledged," said the coroner. "What sized man was he?--tall or short?"
"Very tall."
"Taller than--Mr. Cyril Thornycroft, for instance?"
"A great deal taller."
"You are sure of this?"
"I am sure and certain. Why else should I say so?"
"Go on with your evidence."
"A minute or so afterwards, as I sat with my back to the plateau and my head in my lap, I heard a gun go off behind me."
"Did that startle you?" asked an interrupting juryman.
"No, I am not nervous. If I had known it was let off on the plateau it might have startled me, on account of the young ladies being there; but I thought it was only from some passing vessel46."
"It is singular you should have thought so lightly of it. It is not common to hear a gun fired on a Sunday night."
"You'd find it common enough if you lived here, sir. What with rabbit and other game shooters, and signals from boats, it is nothing in this neighbourhood to hear a gun go off, and it's what nobody pays any attention to."
"Therefore you did not?"
"Therefore I did not. And the apron I had got muffled47 over my ears made the sound appear further off than it really was. But close upon the noise came an awful cry; and that was followed by a shrill48 scream, as if from a woman. That startled me, if you like, and I jumped up, and threw off my apron, and looked on to the plateau. I could not see anything; neither the man nor the young ladies; so I thought it time to go and search after them. I had got nearly up to the Round Tower, that ruined wall, breast high, which is on the plateau----"
"You need not explain," said the coroner, "we know the place."
"When a man darted49 out from the shade of it," continued the witness. "He cut across to the side of the plateau next the village, and disappeared down that dangerous steep path in the cliffs, which nobody afore, I guess, ever ventured down but in broad daylight."
"Was it the same man you saw just before running on to the plateau?"
"Of course it was."
"By what marks did you know him again?"
"By no marks at all. I should not know the man from Adam. My own senses told me it was the same, because there was no other man on the plateau."
"Your own senses will not do to speak from. Remember, witness, you are on your oath."
"Whether I am on my oath or off it, I should speak the truth," was the response of the imperturbable50 witness.
"What next?"
"I stood looking at the man; that is, at where he had disappeared; expecting he was pitching down head foremost and getting half killed, at the pace he was going, when Miss Thornycroft laid hold of me, shaking and crying, almost beside herself with terror. Then I found that Miss Chester had fainted away, and was lying like one dead on the frosty grass inside the Round Tower."
"What account did they give of this?"
"They gave none to me. Miss Chester, when she came to herself, was too much shook to do it, and Miss Thornycroft was no better. I thought they had been startled by the man; I never thought worse; and I did not hear of the murder till the next morning. They told me not to say anything about it at home, or it would be known they had been on the plateau. So Miss Thornycroft ran back to the Red Court, and I went home with Miss Chester."
"What else do you know about the matter?"
"I don't know any more myself. I have heard plenty."
The witness's "hearing" was dispensed51 with, and Captain Copp was requested to stand up and answer a question. The captain's face, as he listened to the foregoing evidence, was something ludicrous to look upon.
"What account did Miss Chester and your servant give you of this transaction?" demanded the coroner.
"What account did they give me?" spluttered Captain Copp, to whom the question sounded as the most intense aggravation52. "They gave me none. This is the first time my ears have heard it. I only wish I had been behind them with a cat-o'-nine-tails"--shaking his stick in a menacing manner--"I'd have taught them to go gampusing on to the plateau at night, after sweethearts! I'll send my niece back to whence she came; her father was a clergyman, Mr. Coroner, a rector of a parish. And that vile53 bumboat-woman, Sarah, with her apron over her head, shall file out of my quarters this day; a she-pirate, a----"
The coroner interposed. But what with Captain Copp's irascibility and his real ignorance of the whole transaction, nothing satisfactory could be obtained from him, and the next witness called was Miss Chester. A lady-like, interesting girl, thought those of the spectators who had not previously54 seen her. She gave her evidence in a sad, low tone, trembling the whole of the time with inward terror. To a sensitive mind, as hers was, the very fact of having to give her name as Anna Chester when it was Anna Thornycroft, would have been enough alarm. But there was worse than that.
Her account of their going on to the plateau was the same as Sarah's. It was "done in the impulse of the moment," to "frighten," or "speak to," Robert Hunter, who was at its edge. (A groan55 from Captain Copp.) That they halted for a moment at the Round Tower, and then found that a man was following them on to the plateau, so they ran inside to hide themselves.
"Who was that man?" asked the coroner.
"I don't know," was the faint reply. "I am nearsighted."
"Did you look at him?"
"We peeped out, round the wall. At least, Miss Thornycroft did. I only looked for a moment."
"Proceed, witness, if you please."
"He had come quite close when I looked, and--then----"
"Then what?" said the coroner, looking searchingly at the witness, who seemed unable to continue. "You must speak up, young lady."
"Then I saw him with a pistol--and he fired it off--and I was so terrified that I fainted, and remembered no more. It all passed in a moment."
"A good thing if he had shot off your two figureheads!" burst forth56 Captain Copp, who was immediately silenced.
"Was he tall or short, this man?"
"Tall."
"Did you know him?" proceeded the coroner.
"Oh no, no," was Anna's answer, putting up her hands, as if to ward9 off the approach of some terror, and she burst into a fit of hysterical57 crying.
She was conducted from the room. Isaac Thornycroft advanced to give her his arm, but she turned from him and took that of the doctor, who was standing58 by. An impression was left on the mind of one or two of the listeners that Miss Chester could have told more.
With the subsiding59 of the hubbub60, the coroner resumed his business.
"Call Mary Anne Thornycroft."
Miss Thornycroft appeared, led in by her brother Richard. She wore a rich black silk dress, a velvet61 mantle62, and small bonnet with blue flowers. Her face was of a deadly white, her lips were compressed; but she delivered her evidence with composure (unlike Miss Chester), in a low, deliberate, thoughtful tone. Her account of their going on to the plateau, and running inside the Round Tower at the approach of some man, who appeared to be following them, was the same as that given by the last witness. The coroner inquired if she had recognised Robert Hunter.
"Yes," was the reply. "I saw the outline of his face and figure distinctly, and knew him. I recognised him first by the coat he had on; it was quite conspicuous63 in the star-light. He was standing on the brink64, apparently65 looking out over the sea.
"That was before you saw the man who came running on to the plateau?"
"Yes."
"Who was that man?"
Mary Anne Thornycroft laid her hand upon her heart, as if pressing down its emotion, before she answered.
"I cannot tell."
"Did you not know him?"
"No."
"Upon your oath?"
Miss Thornycroft again pressed her hands, both hands, upon her bosom66, and a convulsive twitching67 was perceptible in her throat; but she replied, in a low tone, "Upon my oath."
"Then, he was a stranger?"
She bowed her rigid68 face in reply, for the white strained lips refused to answer. Motions are no answers for coroners, and this one spoke again.
"I ask you whether he was a stranger?"
"Yes."
"From what direction did he come?"
"I do not know. He was near the Round Tower before I saw him."
"You saw him draw the pistol and fire?"
"Yes."
"Now, young lady, I am going to ask you a painful question, but the ends of justice demand that you should answer it. Was that man your brother, Cyril Thornycroft?"
"No," she answered, in the sharp tone of earnest truth, "I swear it was not--I swear it before Heaven. The man bore no resemblance whatever to my brother Cyril; he was at least a head taller."
"Did he aim at Robert Hunter?"
"I cannot say. Robert Hunter was standing with his face towards us then, and I saw him fall back, over the precipice69."
"With a yell, did he not?"
"Yes, with a yell."
"What then?"
"I cannot tell what, I believe I shrieked--I cannot remember. I next saw the man running away across the plateau."
"The witness Sarah Ford's evidence would seem to say that he lingered a few moments after firing the pistol--before escaping," interposed the coroner.
"It is possible. I was too terrified to retain a clear recollection of what passed. I remember seeing him run away, and then Sarah Ford came up."
"Should you recognise that man again?"
Miss Thornycroft hesitated. The room waited in breathless silence for her answer. "I believe not," she said; "it was only starlight. I am sure not."
At this moment, an inquisitive70 juryman spoke up. He wished to know how it was that Miss Thornycroft and the other young lady had never mentioned these facts until to-day, when they had been drawn71 from them, as it were, by their oath.
"Because," Miss Thornycroft replied, with, if possible, a deeper shade of paleness arising to her face--"because they did not care that their foolish freak of going on to the plateau should come to the knowledge of their friends."
"Glad they have some sense of shame left in them," cried Captain Copp.
The inquisitive juryman was not quite satisfied. He asked to have the maid-servant recalled; and, when she appeared, put the same question to her. "Why had she not told of it?"
Why didn't she tell! was the independent retort. Did the gentlemen think she was going to bleat72 out to the world what the young ladies had seen, when they did not choose to tell of it themselves, and so bring 'em here to be browbeat73 and questioned, as they had all been this day? Not she. She was only sorry other folks had ferreted it out, and told.
Very little evidence was forthcoming, none of consequence to the general reader. Supervisor Kyne volunteered a statement about smuggling74, which nobody understood, and Justice Thornycroft at once threw ridicule75 upon. The coroner cut it short, and proceeded to charge the jury. Primarily remarking that, if the evidence was to be believed, Cyril Thornycroft must be held exempt76 from the suspicion whispered against him, he went on: If they thought a wicked, deliberate act of murder had been committed, they were to bring in a verdict to that effect; and if they thought it had not, they were not to bring it in so. Grateful for this luminous77 advice, the jury proceeded to deliberate--that is, they put their heads together, and spoke for some minutes in an undertone; and then intimated that they had agreed upon their verdict.
"Wilful78 murder against some person or persons unknown."
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