So far Herrick was quite content. Yet there was a vague yearning2 in his breast for companionship, and sympathy. Certainly he had both from Stephen; but Stephen was a man, and could not be to him what a woman could be. Herrick had lived a life, so active and full of interest that he had never found time to think of love or of womankind. Now that there was--so to speak a pause in his life--the vacuum thus created required to be filled up in some way. For man, was woman created, and Jim was simply yearning (although in his materialistic4 blindness he did not know it) for the other part of himself. Ida had hinted that what he wanted would come to him; yet so blind was Jim, that he could not see the advancing vision. He looked to all four points of the horizon, and saw--nothing. It was a wonder to him in after years that it had been so with him. But it was but that dense5 gloom which heralds6 the dawn. And the glory of day was at hand.
In this unsatisfactory mood, wanting something yet not knowing what it was that he wanted, Jim was anything but a pleasant companion. Formerly7 he had been serenely8 strong, never out of temper, and always sufficient in himself to himself. Now he was easily irritated, he smoked more than was good for him, he looked upon his fellow mortals with jaundiced eyes. In vain he rode, he boxed, he fenced, he swam, he took long tramps into the country. External Nature could do nothing for him. The secret of his redemption was within him, yet he did not know how to learn it. Poor Jim! Those dark days took much of his pride from him. He learned then how poor a thing is man; how dependent upon forces which although within himself he is unable through weakness or through ignorance to control.
One form of Herrick's unrest took the shape of being almost openly rude to Robin9. The little man was in the habit of haunting Biffstead. He was by this time desperately10 in love with Bess, and took no pains to conceal11 his feelings. Manuel encouraged it, for the Mexican was his confidant. Robin would have told Herrick had the doctor shown any sympathetic disposition12 to listen. But Jim avoided him on all occasions. Perhaps Robin guessed the cause, for he let sleeping dogs lie, and never asked what it was that had come between them. He knew that it would be wiser for him to leave Saxham, yet so deeply was he in love that he could not tear himself away from so dangerous a neighbourhood.
Jim felt that if he spoke13 to Robin he might say too much, so he sounded Manuel on the subject of their leaving. He wished both men to go, conspiracy14 or no conspiracy. The mystery of the affair was beginning to exasperate15 Jim, and as has been said before he was not in his usual good-tempered frame of mind.
One day he encountered Santiago on the common. The Mexican was in good spirits and expressed his pleasure at the meeting. The doctor nodded grimly, but did not return the compliment. "When are you two going away?" he asked. Manuel looked up at the hard tone and saw at once that Jim had made up his mind to be disagreeable. But the Mexican was not lacking in courage and had no thought of retreating. "I do not quite understand what you mean Se?or," he said with coldness.
"I am talking of you and Joyce. When are you going?"
"When it suits me to leave, Se?or. I have every right to stop here if I so choose, and I do choose. As to Joyce, you had better ask him yourself."
Jim saw that he had taken the wrong tone with the man and by a great effort of will became more friendly. "You need not be angry Santiago," he said. "I only ask because I see that Joyce is attracted by Miss Bess Endicotte. That is wrong."
"Eh!" Santiago shrugged16 his shoulders, "Why should it be wrong? She is a most charming lady and your friend Joyce loves her."
"Ridiculous! He can never marry her," said Herrick angrily.
"There is no reason why he should not. Of course it is none of my business, Se?or, and I fail to see why you should speak to me about it."
"See here, Don Manuel. I speak to you because I know that Robin has come under the power of your will. You do what you like with him, and I want you to take him away. He must not ask Miss Bess to marry him, for the very simple reason that he has no income and no position. Such a marriage would be a bad one for the girl."
"Are you in----"
"drop that!" cried Herrick so fiercely that the Mexican was cowed. "I am responsible for Joyce and for you also, seeing that I asked you both to come here. You must go away."
"So far as Joyce is concerned I shall use the influence you are pleased to talk about to get him to leave. As for myself, the Rev17. Pentland Corn has asked me to stop with him for a week or so; I have accepted."
"Pentland Corn!" said Herrick surprised. "What can there be in common between the rector and you?"
"Oh, I know that I am a bad man," replied the Mexican smoothly18, "but perhaps this priest may improve me. I believe he did his best with Colonel Carr; but with me he may not fail. We are friends--great friends.
"I do not understand," muttered Herrick eyeing the man curiously19.
"Is there any need you should?" retorted Don Manuel working himself into a rage. "Se?or, I do not understand that you talk to me so."
"That's all right," replied Jim coolly. He did not want to quarrel with the man as yet. "We need not lose our tempers like schoolboys. You can stay a century with Corn for all I care! But Joyce----"
"If I have any influence with him he shall go."
"Very good. I would have spoken to him myself, but your influence over him is stronger than mine."
Santiago shrugged his shoulders. "You ascribe to me more power than I possess," said he, "I do not wish to obtain influence over any one. To me Joyce is a pleasant friend, nothing more. When I go back to London probably I shall see little of him. And I return to Mexico in two months."
Herrick was pleased to hear this. If there was any conspiracy, and Don Manuel was mixed up in it, the thing would at all events come to a head within eight weeks. It was time it did, for Herrick was weary of fighting with shadows. Once he had something definite before him he could fight; and a vague threat in the Mexican's tone assured him that he would not have long to wait.
As he had no excuse for leaving Don Manuel the doctor was forced to return to the village with him. On the way they passed Sidney, who was walking towards the moor20. Herrick called to the boy, who merely waved his hand and passed on. Jim noticed that his face was singularly colourless, of a hue21 resembling that which it had assumed when he had slept on the library sofa prior to his announcement of Mrs. Marsh22's death.
"How ill that boy looks!" muttered Herrick.
"Pardon me," interposed Manuel, "he is not ill. But he is in that frame of mind which will bring him into contact with spiritual intelligences."
"How do you know?"
"By his rapt look and his fixed23 eye. That boy Dr. Herrick, is clairvoyant24."
Herrick was angry at once. "You are talking the jargon25 of the spiritualists," he said roughly, "all trickery and fraud."
"Believe me nothing of the sort Se?or. I myself have seen the most extraordinary things."
Herrick looked at him with a disdainful smile. "I know you are not a good man Santiago, nor do you wish to be thought one. But I credited you with more intelligence than to believe in hallucinations."
Don Manuel not at all offended laughed. "True I am not a good man," he said, "and more is the pity. I am afraid to go where that lad can go--into the astral plane. You do not understand? No! you are as I said before, a materialistic being. But I am not a fool Dr. Herrick, and I can tell you that I know something of the psychic26 faculty27. In Mexico I have seen the most wonderful things."
"Tell me all about it," said Jim humouring the man, "I am a sceptic you know. All the spiritualism I have ever seen is humbug28."
"This of which I talk is not spiritualism," rejoined Manuel coldly, "it is the occult science. What is the good of my explaining anything to you? You would only laugh, you cannot see, you never will see. The prison of the flesh is too strong for you to break through."
"I am a healthy man if that is what you mean," retorted Jim, "but about this boy? He is queer, I admit."
"Ah you can see that!" said Manuel sarcastically29. "I congratulate you. Eh! he foretold30 the death of Mrs. Marsh. Is it not so?"
"Yes! But that was a coincidence."
"Of course. These things are always coincidences--to you. But to me it is a proof that the boy can enter the astral plane. He does not know what it is; he is not instructed but he can go."
"I don't know what it is myself."
"It is another world that is all around us," said Manuel waving his hand, "it interweaves itself into our world but having only limited senses we cannot see it. That boy has senses finer than ours and he can see. If you gave him a crystal, a blob of ink, any shining surface with depth, he would see the most wonderful things. Have you read Zanoni, Se?or?"
"Bulwer Lytton's romance? Yes."
"Of course you call it a romance; but there is much truth in it. Well, it is useless for me to explain, besides I am not a good man, and to tell you all I _should_ be good. That boy however? You want to make him like yourself. Well then make him eat plenty of meat, and take exercise, make him fat, place him amongst boys who will laugh at him, and he will be like the rest of the world. He will not lose his power altogether. It will come to him at odd moments. But he will not be the dreamer you see him, no! and he will not be able to see."
"I have thought of that myself," said Herrick lazily, "the boy is half-starved and queer--a poet in temperament31. I will take him in hand, and----"
"And make him like yourself. Did I not say so?" Manuel paused, then laughed. "To-night if I am not mistaken he will astonish you," he said. "I know the look he had on his face. Something is in the air. He sees it he will tell you about it, and you will laugh."
"Tell me about what?"
"I do not know; I am not clairvoyant. Wait and see," and Manuel turning on his heel went into the Carr Arms which they had approached during their conversation. Herrick looked after him with a smile of contempt. "A charlatan32!" he muttered, "and I thought he was only a villain33. Humph! I do not think one need be afraid of him--now."
All the same in spite of his openly expressed scepticism, the conversation haunted him. He determined34 to keep Sidney in his company and see if anything happened. Herrick scoffed35 at the things Manuel had been talking about, yet he could not deny that the incident of the prophecy of Mrs. Marsh's death was very remarkable36. Indeed Jim shuddered37 as he wondered if this uncanny boy was about to prophesy38 something similar. However he put the gruesome thought out of his mind, and went to Biffstead. Here he met Joyce coming out of the gate. The little man looked quite joyous39, and greeted Herrick gaily40.
"Are you just going in? I was coming to you. Miss Endicotte asked me to take a message to you."
"What is it?" said Herrick forcing himself to be civil. It was most important that he should not quarrel with Robin at present. He hated himself because he was obliged to wear this mask; but the circumstances of the case and the interests of Stephen required it.
"Miss Endicotte wants you and Marsh-Carr to come to dinner. She has asked me also. I am going back to dress."
"And to invite Don Manuel I suppose," sneered42 Herrick.
"No," replied Joyce simply. He either did not notice the sneer41, or wished it to appear that he had not perceived it. "Manuel dines with Pentland Corn to-night."
"I hear he is going to stay with him."
"Yes, Corn and he have taken to one another."
"Curious they should, and not creditable to Corn," said Herrick and went inside, leaving Joyce staring after him.
The little man frowned, and his face assumed a most unpleasant expression. "I wonder if he knows anything?" he thought biting his fingers. "He is quite different to what he used to be. I don't care. I can hold my own," and with this defiant43 declaration he marched away holding his head in the air. Certainly Dr. Jim was not wrong in suspecting Robin to be other than he seemed.
"Then you won't come to dinner?" said Ida when Herrick presented himself. "What a pity! Bess _will_ be disappointed."
"I think not," replied Herrick dryly. "I understand Joyce is coming. But that is neither here nor there, I shall tell Stephen that you want him and so shall be left alone in the house. Will you send over Sidney to dine with me. I want him particularly."
"But he is only a boy. He will bore you."
"On the contrary, I find him a very interesting study. You know I promised to take him in hand. Well, I want to have a talk with him."
"I am sure it is very good of you to take so much trouble Dr. Jim," said Ida gratefully. "Certainly; I will send him when he returns from the moor. He went out for a walk. And you will tell Stephen to come over?"
"Yes, as soon as I get back. He has been writing poetry all the day, and needs to be taken out of himself. I am very glad you have asked him."
Herrick bowed himself out and returned to "The Pines." Of course Stephen was delighted at the idea of a dinner with Ida, but did not want to leave his friend alone. "That's all right," said Herrick. "Sidney is coming to keep me company."
Stephen shuddered. "Then I am glad I am going away," he said, "that boy is most uncomfortable--so uncanny."
"You will certainly find more pleasure in Miss Endicotte's society!" laughed Herrick. Stephen laughed too and looked sharply at his friend. But true to his reticent44 nature he said nothing.
In due time Marsh-Carr departed and Sidney arrived. The boy had more colour in his cheeks, and his eyes had lost the fixed expression noticed by Don Manuel. He and Dr. Jim were on friendly terms and Sidney was pleased that he had been asked to dine. All the same he made a bad meal. The dinner was excellent but the boy restricted himself to the plainest of the dishes and very little of them. He did not touch meat but seemed to prefer vegetables. Herrick noticed this abstinence.
"You will never grow strong if you don't eat beef, Sidney," he said with a smile, "all English boys should eat beef."
"I never liked it," replied the boy abruptly45. "I do not like any meat; it is disagreeable to me."
"And you never touch wine I notice."
"No. I once drank a glass of beer. Ugh!" Sidney made a wry46 face and shuddered at the recollection. "How can people like such things."
"What do you live on then?" asked Herrick.
"Fruit vegetables and plain water. I do not often touch tea."
"Don't you think that is unhealthy?"
"No, I feel alright Dr. Jim. I am never ill. Ida is always fussing over me, but I am much stronger than I look."
"Appearances are deceptive47 then," said Herrick dryly, and rose to go to the library. "I suppose you do not smoke Sidney, you are too young to indulge in that. Perhaps you do though?"
"I never smoke, I never will. I suppose I am different from other boys, but all the things they like to do I dislike."
Herrick thought that this was the queerest lad he had ever met, but for the moment he dropped the subject. After a time he began to talk sport to see if Sidney would take any interest in it. The boy answered politely but was obviously bored. Not even the account of a tiger hunt with which Herrick strove to rouse him, had any effect. The doctor more puzzled than ever, and recollecting48 what Santiago had said, changed the tone of the conversation. He spoke of the fakirs in India, of their self-mortifications, and the visions they asserted they had. This was strange conversation for a boy of sixteen, but then Sidney was a freak. He woke up upon this topic, and began to talk brightly. His face became animated49, a look of interest came into his eyes, and he talked in a way so far above his years that Herrick was astounded50.
"I seem to know India," said Sidney, "often times I see pictures of in it my mind. The bright blue skies, the brilliant vegetation, the queerly-dressed people. And the long range of mountains," he continued as in a dream, "peaks of snow against a cold sky. Those must be the Himalaya Mountains."
"You have read about India," said Herrick, "and so it has impressed itself on your mind."
"No! I know more about the country than I have read. It is just as if I had once lived there."
Dr. Jim had a smattering of the theory of reincarnation. He did not believe in it, but on questioning Sidney he really began to believe that the boy must have been in India in some former life. Else how did this country-bred youth know about the gorgeous east. He said things which he could not possibly have read in books. For two hours Herrick drew him out on the subject and was fairly astounded at the mind which laid itself out before his gaze. Later on Sidney began to grow restless and again his eyes took on that fixed look. Rising he walked up and down the library. Dr. Jim asked what was the matter.
"I'm going to see something," said Sidney in a most matter of fact tone, "the feeling is always the same. I feel as if I were not myself; as if I did not belong to my body."
"Do you want to sleep?" asked Herrick anxiously and with a thrill.
"No, I feel particularly wide awake. I wish Stephen were back!"
Dr. Jim sat up alertly. "Why do you wish that?"
"There is something bad going to happen to him. I feel that he--he is in danger. I don't know," Sidney passed his thin hand across his eyes, "there is a dark cloud, but bad,--bad."
Herrick felt half inclined to go with Sidney to Biffstead and walk home with Marsh-Carr. But he was ashamed to give way to what seemed a foolish impulse. He laughed at the boy, and began to question him on other subjects. "You are fond of wandering about at night?" he said.
"I go to the Pine wood very often," replied Sidney still uneasy, "it is so amusing to watch them."
"Them? Who?--What are you talking about?"
"I suppose you would call them fairies," said the boy, "they are real people to me. Little men and women, so busy about their work."
Herrick stared. This sounded like the ravings of a lunatic. "There are no such things as fairies," he said roughly.
"I have seen them," replied Sidney obstinately51, "but we will not talk of them Dr. Jim. You would not believe me if I told you what I have seen."
"See here Sydney," said Herrick after a pause, "I believe you do see things in a way. You have a most vivid imagination and a strong poetic52 temperament. The way in which you described India shows me that. I believe you think of these queer things so much that you make yourself see them--a kind of hallucination. If you ate meat and took to sport, these unhealthy visions would pass away."
"I daresay," replied Sidney indifferently. He apparently53 did not wish to argue the matter. But he held to his own opinion nevertheless. There were a few moments of silence, then the boy exclaimed. "It is coming nearer--the danger to Stephen. Dr. Jim! Let us go to Biffstead. I am sure there is danger."
Herrick the materialist3 however, would not give way on this point. He thought it would be weak for him to yield to the boy's folly54. "Nonsense," he said roughly. "You are giving way to your imagination. Nothing can happen to Stephen. If there is danger," he added in a joking manner, to make Sidney ashamed of himself, "why don't you go to sleep and see what it is? There is the sofa."
"No! I feel wide awake, and yet I feel--I feel," Sidney clenched55 his hand.
Herrick reflected for a moment. Santiago had said that the boy was clairvoyant, and could see visions in any shining surface or in a blob of ink. There was a large silver ink pot on the table. More as a joke than in earnest, Herrick pushed this across to Sidney. "Look there and see what is the matter," he said.
Sidney looked offended. "If you do not believe me, you need not laugh," he declared. "I shall go to Biffstead myself. It is eleven o'clock. Quite time I was home."
"No! No! Look in the ink first," said Herrick, now much more in earnest. He really wished to see if the vivid imagination of the boy would see a picture in the black pool. "Have you ever looked into a crystal Sidney."
"No, I can see things without looking into anything."
"When you are asleep? Vivid dreams?"
"Perhaps," said the boy quietly, "but in the dark I can--no matter. Do not at us talk Dr. Jim. You only laugh at me and I want to go home."
"To warn Stephen?" said Herrick angrily.
"Yes," retorted Sidney doggedly56, "to warn Stephen. He is in danger."
"Well I'll go with you Sidney. It seems that you must be humoured. But to oblige me, see if you can discern the Arabian Nights in the ink-pot. I am sure you will see Stephen seated quietly in your drawing-room talking to your sisters, with Joyce."
Very unwillingly57 Sidney did what he was asked. He knew that Herrick was laughing at him, and was particularly sensitive to ridicule58. With a look of reproach which made Dr. Jim feel rather ashamed the boy drew the big silver ink-pot towards him and stared into the black oval. The chimes of the clock striking eleven had just died away and there was an absolute silence, broken only by the faint crackle of the fire. All the lights in the room had been turned off early in the evening at the request of Sidney himself. The boy disliked the full blaze. Only on the writing-table was a green-shaded lamp, and close to this:--but in such a position that the light did not fall into the ink-well, stood the silver pot. Herrick half vexed59 with himself for encouraging this folly, watched the boy quietly from an arm-chair. Sidney bent60 over the ink and stared into it hard. After a minute or two Herrick saw a quiver pass through the boy's frame. "What is it Sidney?"
"I see the drawing-room at Biffstead," said Sidney quietly, "but Stephen is not there! Mr. Joyce is talking to Ida and Bess."
Herrick laughed. "What nonsense! Stephen is certainly there. If he is not, had you not better look for him?"
"I see him now," continued Sidney taking no notice of the ridicule. "He is walking in the churchyard."
"Rubbish!" declared the sceptic in the arm-chair, "what should take Stephen to the churchyard at this time of the night? It is not on his way home."
"He _is_ in the churchyard," insisted Sidney, "there he walks amongst the tombstones. He is going to the new vault61. For a time he looks at it."
"How can you see that when the night is dark?" cried Herrick rising, "there is no moon. Come away Sidney, this is bad for you."
"Wait! Wait!" said the boy hastily, "the danger, the danger. Stephen has left the new vault; he has gone to the old one. He is being followed, by a man in a dark cloak. The man has a big stick. He comes behind Stephen he--he--stop! stop!" the boy almost screamed. "No!--don't hit him! Do not hit him. Stephen! Help."
"Sidney," cried Herrick, catching62 the boy by the arm and now thoroughly63 frightened "don't go on in this silly fashion."
"I tell you the man has struck Stephen," said Sidney passionately64, "he is lying by the old vault unconscious from a blow on the head. The man has gone. I don't know where. Let me go, Mr. Herrick. Stephen is--"
Sidney wrenched65 himself away from Herrick and went staggering towards the door with his hands held out. Dr. Jim followed him to stop him from leaving the house in this state. But the boy gained the hall before he did. Once there and he seemed to gather strength. He caught up his cap and pulling open the massive door passed outside. Herrick taken by surprise did not wait to put on his own cap. He went after the lad bare-headed thinking he had been seized with a fit of madness. In spite of the darkness of the night he followed on Sidney's heels so closely that he was enabled to keep him in sight. Jim wondered where he was going, being still sceptical of harm to Stephen.
Sidney passed swiftly beyond the belt of pines and down the lane which led to Biffstead. "He is going home," thought Herrick with relief.
But the lad did not go home. He turned off sharp to the left, and entered the churchyard through a side lane. Herrick, now awestruck at his strange experience which he did not understand, ran after him stumbling over the graves. Sidney never fell. He passed swiftly to the old vault of the Carrs. Beside it was a dark body on the ground.
"Stephen! Stephen!" cried the lad, and then sank exhausted66 beside the body.
Herrick came up thunderstruck at that cry, struck a match and held it close to the ground beside the face of the unconscious man. He started back with an irrepressible cry and let the match fall. It was Stephen Marsh-Carr who was lying there, and he was bleeding from a wound on the back of the head. And beside him, also unconscious, lay the lad who had foreseen the accident.
"Or crime," said Herrick aloud in a shaky voice, "this is the work of Frisco."
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