"But on what evidence?" asked Cyril, who, like Bella, had small belief in the manifestation3 of the unseen.
"The evidence that Granny said that she did say," returned Durgo quietly.
"That evidence would not be accepted in a court of law," remarked Bella.
"I am aware of that. I have not been to Oxford4 for nothing, missy. But it gives me a clue, which I shall follow up. This afternoon I shall see Mrs. Tunks and question her."
"But if she really knows anything," said Cyril, after a pause, "it will prove that her trance statements were by design and from practical knowledge."
"I am sure they were," said Bella emphatically. "I fancied that as Granny did not see the second set of papers, which Durgo got from Mr. Pence, that she did not know the name of Maxwell Faith, my father. But now I remember that in the first set, which she found and delivered to you, Durgo, my father's name was also mentioned; also the number and the value of the jewels. All her talk was of the jewels."
"And of the murder of your real father by Huxham," said Durgo drily; "that was not in the first set of papers, and was only lightly referred to in the second set."
"That is strange," said Cyril reflectively.
"You no doubt think so," said the negro calmly, "as you disbelieve all that you can't see or prove. I know otherwise."
"But, Durgo," argued Cyril, surprised at this assumption, "you have been to Oxford, and surely must have rid yourself of these barbarous African superstitions5."
"You call them superstitions because you don't know their esoteric meaning. But there is such a thing as magic, white and black."
"Magic! Pshaw!"
Durgo shrugged6 his shoulders. "Of course I never argue with an unbeliever, Cyril Lister," he said indifferently, "but the Wise Men came from the East, remember, and Europe is indebted to the East for most of her civilisation7."
"But not to Africa."
"Africa has had her ancient civilisations also. In the time of the Atlanteans—but it's useless talking of such matters. All I say is, that there are certain natural laws which, when known, can enable anyone to part what you call the spirit from the body. When the spiritual eyes are open, much can be seen that it is difficult to prove on the physical plane."
"Quite so, and it would be useless for me to explain. But facts beyond your imagining exist, and had I the time I could prove much to you. Mrs. Tunks is what we call clairvoyant9, and when in a trance state can see—well, you heard her say what she saw, Miss Huxham."
Bella was also sceptical. "She must have read the first set of papers?"
"Probably she did, since woman is an animal filled with curiosity," said Durgo good-humouredly. "I don't mean to say that Granny Tunks is entirely10 genuine. There is a good deal of humbug11 about her, as there is about all the Romany tribes. She may have known about the jewels, and even your real father's name, but she did not know about his murder. Mrs. Tunks has a small portion of clairvoyant power, which does not act at all times. When that fails her she resorts to trickery."
"Like spiritualists?" suggested Cyril.
"Exactly," assented12 the negro with decision. "In all phenomena13 connected with the unseen there is a great measure of truth, but charlatans14 spoil the whole business by resorting to trickery when their powers fail. And I may say that the spiritual powers do not act always, since in a great measure we are ignorant of the laws which govern them. But enough of this discussion. I do not seek to convince you. I shall see Mrs. Tunks this afternoon and gain from her actual proof of Vand's guilt2."
"But I fancied that you believed my father to be guilty," said Cyril.
"Miss Huxham," interposed Bella hastily, "until this mystery is cleared up."
"Very good. Well, from what Miss Huxham overheard I am inclined to think that Vand murdered the old sailor, aided by his wife."
"For what reason?"
"You supplied it yourself, Miss Huxham; so that they might get his money."
"But what about Pence's confession16?" said Cyril. "He might have committed the deed himself."
"No; he had no reason to kill the old man, who was on his side in the matter of the marriage with Miss Huxham here. Besides, if Pence was guilty he certainly would not have composed what he did, and assuredly would not have produced the one hundred pounds he stole. Now that his madness for Miss Huxham is past, Pence has behaved like a rational being, and will do his best to assist us in solving this mystery." Durgo paused, then turned to the white man. "Cyril Lister, you put an advertisement into several London papers a week ago?"
"Yes; I did so without telling you, as I hoped to surprise you with a letter from my father telling us of his whereabouts. How do you know?"
"I saw the Telegraph yesterday and also the Daily Mail," said Durgo, nodding approvingly; "you did well. Have you had any answer?"
"If I had you should have seen it," said Cyril, wrinkling his brows as he always did when he was perplexed17. "What can have become of him?"
Durgo struck his large hands together in despair. "I fear my master Edwin Lister is dead," he said mournfully.
"Why?" asked Bella and her lover simultaneously18.
"Miss Huxham, you repeated to me that Granny Tunks in her trance said that the knife lying on the floor when the cripple entered to kill Huxham, was already bloody19. Can't you see?"
"See what?"
"That if the knife were already bloody, Huxham must have killed my master Edwin Lister, and then was killed in turn by Vand the cripple."
Cyril looked impatient. "That is all the black magic rubbish you talk of."
"Well, then, if my master, your father, is alive and has the jewels, why does he not write to me or to you? He knows he can trust us both. Even the advertisements have failed. No"—Durgo looked gloomy—"my heart misgives20 me sadly!" He arose abruptly22. "Meet me at the 'Chequers,' Cyril Lister, and I shall tell you what I learn from Mrs. Tunks."
"Can't I come also to see her?"
"Yes, if you like. Perhaps I shall be able to dispel23 your disbelief regarding these occult powers which she and I possess."
"Is that why Mrs. Tunks calls you master?"
"Yes. She recognised that I had higher powers than she, when we first met, and so I was enabled to make her get those papers. Do you think she would have done so unless I had controlled her? No. Not even for the fifty pounds which I am taking to her to-day. She can make a better market out of Vand and his wife. She knows their guilt."
"But cannot prove their guilt."
"Perhaps," said the negro indifferently. "Good-day", and he departed in his usual abrupt21 style, after bidding Cyril meet him at three o'clock at the hut of the so-called witch. The lovers looked at one another.
"What do you think of it all, Cyril?" asked Bella timidly.
"I really don't know. We seem to be involved in a web through which we cannot break? Durgo certainly seems to be a very strange being, and in spite of my disbelief in the existence of occult powers I am inclined to think that he knows some strange things. He looks like a negro, and talks and acts like a white man. Indeed, no white man would be so unselfish as to surrender those jewels to you as Durgo has done."
"He puzzles me," said Bella thoughtfully.
"And me also. However, the best thing to be done will be to leave matters in his hands. In one way or another he will learn the truth, and then we can get back the jewels and marry."
"Do you think your father has the jewels, Cyril?"
"My dear," he said frowning, "I can't be sure now that my father is alive. I begin to believe that there may be something in Granny's trances, after all, since she hinted at my father's death at Huxham's hands. And terrible as it may seem," added Lister, turning slightly pale with emotion, "I would rather think that he was dead than live to be called the murderer of Jabez Huxham. I would like to come to you," he said, folding Bella in his strong young arms, "as the son of a man whose hands are free from blood. Better for my father to be dead than a criminal."
The two talked on this matter for some time, until their confidences were ended by the entrance of Dora, hungry for her dinner. Then Cyril took his leave, promising24 to return and tell Bella all that took place in Mrs. Tunks' hut. Being anxious, the girl made a very poor meal, and was scolded by Dora, who little knew what was at stake. But Dora supplied one unconscious piece of information which surprised her friend.
"I think Mr. and Mrs. Vand are going away for a trip," she said carelessly.
"What do you mean?" asked Bella, starting so violently that she upset the water-jug.
Dora looked surprised. "My dear, you are not so fond of your aunt as to display such emotion. I merely say that the Vands are going away."
"When? Where? How do you know?"
"Very soon, I believe, as they are packing, but where they are going I don't know. Sarah Jope, the servant, whose sister is at the school, came flying home last night to her mother with a cock and bull story about a ghost at the Manor26. This morning she went to get her belongings27, as she insists upon leaving the house. She found Mrs. Vand and her husband packing for immediate28 departure and was bundled out by her indignant mistress, boxes and all, with a flea29 in her ear. Sarah Jope's sister told me this just before I came home to dinner."
"The Vands going away!" said Bella in dismay. This seemed to prove that they were guilty, and wished to escape. "I thought they were going to wait for the harvest home."
"I daresay they will be back in a month, and the Bleacres corn won't be reaped until then. I only wish they would remain away altogether. Your aunt is a horrid30 woman, Bella, though her husband is a dear."
Bella did not echo the compliment, for, after what she had seen on the previous night, she was inclined to think that Henry Vand was the worse of the two, evil as his wife might be. At all events, he was the stronger, and Rosamund Vand was a mere25 tool in his hands. She was on the point of going to Cyril's lodgings31 to warn him and Durgo of this projected departure of the Manor-house inhabitants, but on reflection she concluded to wait until he returned from Mrs. Tunks' hut. After all, the Vands could not leave Marshely before night-fall, and would have to pass through the village on their way to the far-distant railway station. If necessary they could thus be intercepted32 at the eleventh hour.
Mrs. Tunks was seated by the fire in her dingy33 hut, absorbed in her own thoughts, which she assisted by smoking a dirty black pipe. In the next room her grandson still turned and tossed, watched by a bright-eyed gipsy girl, whom the old woman had engaged from a passing family of her kinsfolk. But the man no longer raved34, as the worst of the delirium35 had passed. He was sensible enough, but weak, and looked the mere shadow of his former stalwart self. Mrs. Tunks feared lest he should die, and was much disturbed in consequence, as he was her sole support. Without her grandson's earnings36 she could not hope to keep a roof above her head, as her fees for consultations37 as a wise woman were woefully small. She did not dare to make them larger in case her visitors should warn the police of her doings. And Mrs. Tunks, for obvious reasons, did not wish for an interview with Dutton, the village constable38.
Smoking her pipe, crouching39 over the smouldering fire, and wondering how she could obtain money, the old woman did not hear the door open and shut. Not until a black hand was laid on her shoulder did she turn, to see that Durgo was in the hut with Cyril behind him. Paying no attention to the white man, she rose and fawned40 like a dog on the black.
"He's ill, master," she whimpered, clawing Durgo's rough tweed sleeve, "and if he goes there's no one to help me. Give him something to make him well; set him on his legs again."
"Do you think I can do so?" asked Durgo, with a grave smile.
Mrs. Tunks peered at him with her bleared eyes and struck her skinny hands together. "I can swear to it, master. You know much I don't know, and I know heaps as the Gorgios—my curse on them!—would give their ears to learn. Come, lovey—I mean master—help me in this and I'll help you in other ways."
"Such as by telling us who murdered Huxham," put in Cyril injudiciously.
"Me, deary! Lor', I don't know who killed the poor gentleman," and Mrs. Tunk's face became perfectly41 vacant of all expression.
Durgo turned frowning on the white man. "I said that I would let you come if you did not speak," he remarked in a firm whisper; "you have broken your promise already."
Cyril apologised in low tones. "I won't say another word," he said, and took a seat on a broken chair near the window.
Mrs. Tunks cringed and bent42 before Durgo, evidently regarding him with awe43, as might her sister-witches the Evil One, when he appeared at festivals. The negro glanced towards the closed door of the other room. "Who is watching your grandson?" he asked sharply.
"That will do. I want no listeners. Call her out and turn her out."
The old woman entered the other room, and soon returned driving before her a black-eyed slip of a child about thirteen years of age. This brat45 protested that Tunks was restless and could not be left.
"I shall quieten him," said the negro quickly; "get out, you!" and he fixed46 so fierce a glance on the small girl that she fled rapidly. And Cyril saw that the girl was not one easily frightened.
"Now to put your grandson to sleep," said Durgo, passing into the next room, and Cyril saw his great hands hover47 over the restless man on the bed. He made strange passes and spoke48 strange words, while Mrs. Tunks looked on, shaking and trembling. In two minutes the sick man lay perfectly still, and to all appearances was sound asleep. Durgo returned to the outer room.
"Yes. I'll cure him if you tell me what you know of this murder."
"I don't know anything, master."
Mrs. Tunks looked obstinate50 yet terrified. Durgo stared at her in a mesmeric sort of way, and threw out his hand. The woman crouched51 and writhed52 in evident agony. "Oh, deary me, I'm all burnt up and aching, and shrivelled cruel. Don't—oh, don't! I'll be good. I'll be good;" and she wriggled53.
"Will you speak?" said the negro sternly.
"Yes, yes! only take the spell off me, deary—master, I mean."
"You feel no pain now," said Durgo quickly, and at once an air of relief passed over Mrs. Tunks' withered54 face. She sat down on a stool and folded her claw-like hands on her lap. Durgo leaned against the fire-place. "What do you know of this murder?" he asked.
"I don't know much, save what he"—she nodded towards the room wherein lay her sleeping grandson—"what he said when he was mad with the drink. Get him to speak, master, and you'll learn everything."
"In good time I'll make him speak," said Durgo with impressive quietness. "Now I ask your questions. Answer! Do you hear?"
"Yes, master; yes, I hear. I answer," said the trembling old creature.
"Did you tell the truth in your trance last night?"
Mrs. Tunks looked up with awe. "He knows everything, does the master," she breathed softly, then replied with haste, "Yes. I spoke of what I saw."
"Did you see all you spoke of, or did you make up some?"
"I spoke of what I saw," said Mrs. Tunks decidedly, "and you know, master, how I saw it. I loosened the spirit, and it went to look. But I don't say but what I didn't know much from what Luke raved about."
"So you knew before Vand took you to the Manor-house for this trance, that he had murdered Huxham?"
"Yes, master, I did know, but I wasn't sure till I saw with the Sight."
"Luke"—Durgo nodded towards the inner room in his turn—"Luke knows that Vand murdered Huxham?"
"Yes, master. I believe," said Granny, sinking her voice, "that he saw the doings through the window of the study. He never said naught55 to me, though I wondered where he got so much money to get drunk every day. But when he was mad with the drink, he talked and talked all the night. Then I knew that he had got money from Mr. Vand for holding his tongue."
"Tell me what he said?" commanded Durgo.
"He raved disjointed like," said Mrs. Tunks with great humility56; "but he talked of Mr. Vand coming in when Captain Huxham was looking at a box of jewels. There was a knife on the floor, and Mr. Vand stabbed Captain Huxham with that knife, and then dropped it behind the desk."
"Was his wife with him?"
"No. She was in the kitchen."
"Was there another man with Huxham before Vand came?"
"Luke said nothing of that. But he did say," added Mrs. Tunks quickly, "that he was going to America with Mr. and Mrs. Vand, and raved of the good time he would have with them."
"When are they going?"
"I don't know, master. Luke didn't say."
Cyril would have interrupted to ask a question about his missing father, as he could not understand why Durgo had not threshed out that important point. But at the first sound of his voice the negro frowned him unto immediate silence. When all was quiet, Durgo looked directly at Granny, and made passes. "Sleep, sleep, sleep!" he said, and Cyril could see by the working of his face that he was putting out his will to induce a hypnotic condition. "Sleep, I say."
The old woman must have been a marvellously sensitive subject, for she leaned against the wall—her stool had no back—and closed her eyes in apparent deep slumber57 almost immediately. Her face was perfectly expressionless, and her limbs were absolutely still. She looked—as Cyril thought, with a shudder—like a corpse58. Durgo spoke softly in her ear: "Are you free?" he asked gently.
"Yes," said Mrs. Tunks, in a far-away, faint voice.
"Go to the Manor-house."
"I am there."
"Enter!"
"The door is fast closed," said Mrs. Tunks, still faintly.
"Doors are no bars to you now; you can pass through the door."
There came a short pause. "I have passed. I am inside."
"Seek out Vand and his wife," commanded the negro softly.
"I have found them."
"What are they doing?" demanded Durgo, sharply.
"Packing boxes," came the response, without hesitation59; "they talk of going away to-night."
"Where to?"
"I can't say: they don't mention the place. But they leave the Manor-house under cover of darkness to-night."
"Look for the jewels."
"I have looked."
"Where are they?"
"In a small portmanteau, marked with two initials."
"What are the initials?"
"M. F. Oh!" Mrs. Tunks' voice became very weary. "The mist has come on. I can see no more. It is not permitted to know more."
Durgo looked disappointed, and seemed inclined to force his will. But after a frowning pause, he waved his hands rapidly, and spoke with great sharpness.
"Come back," he said briefly60, and after a moment or so, the old woman opened her eyes quietly. Her gaze met the angry one of Durgo, and she winced61.
"Have I not pleased you, master?" she asked, timidly.
"Yes. You have pleased me. But I wish you could have learned more."
"What did I say?" asked Granny, wonderingly.
"Never mind. Here"—Durgo produced a small canvas bag from his pocket—"this is the money you have earned."
Mrs. Tunks hastily untied62 the mouth of the bag, and poured a glittering stream of gold into her lap. "Fifty sovereigns, lovey," she mumbled63, her eyes glowing with avaricious64 delight. "Thank you, master; oh, thank you."
"In an hour," said Durgo, indifferent to her thanks, "I shall send you a small bottle containing a draught65, which you can give to your grandson. It will put him right; but of course a few days will elapse before he can get quite strong again. This place"—he glanced disparagingly66 round the dingy hut—"is not healthy."
"So I thought, master. And to-night Luke is going to my sister's caravan67. It's on the road outside Marshely, and the gel can take him there. If Luke has a month or two of the open road, he'll soon be himself again. Anything more I can tell you, master?"
"No. But to-night I am coming here, shortly after moonrise. Get rid of your grandson beforehand, if you can."
"What is to be done, master?"
"Never mind. Do as you're told. Good-day," and Durgo, beckoning68 to Cyril, went out of the hut. The white man followed, in a state of great amazement69.
"How did you manage all that?" he asked wonderingly.
"Hypnotism," said Durgo shortly. "You heard that Mr. and Mrs. Vand intend to fly to-night?"
"I have heard: yet I cannot believe in that hanky-panky."
Durgo shrugged his shoulders and argued no more. But when Cyril came to his lodgings, and found a note from Bella stating that she had heard of the Vands' intention of leaving the Manor-house, he disbelieved no longer. Nay70, more, for on the authority of Mrs. Tunks' hypnotic confessions71, he believed that the Vands also possessed72 the long-sought-for jewels.
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