"I don't care if I get out of the trouble, or if I do not," said Mrs. Vand wearily. "Henry is dead, just as we were on the eve of happiness, so I don't much care what becomes of me."
"Could you have been happy in America knowing your husband to be a murderer?" asked Cyril, skeptically.
"Certainly," returned the woman with great composure. "I knew all along that Henry had struck the blow; but I daresay Jabez goaded4 him into doing so, as poor Henry was so good and weak."
"Weak!" echoed Cyril, remembering all. "He was not very weak to kill an active man like Captain Huxham, and a strong negro such as Durgo was."
"Ah!" said Mrs. Vand exultingly5, and contradicting herself in a truly feminine way, "Henry was a man—none of your weaklings. If we had only escaped with those"—she stared hard at the black bag which contained the jewels—"but it's no use fretting6 now. Everything is at an end, and Bella is glad."
"No, I am not, Aunt Rosamund——"
"I am not your aunt; I don't wish to be your aunt."
"All the same, I am very sorry for you," said Bella, with the tears in her eyes, "and if I can do anything to help you let me know. Good-bye, aunt, and may God watch over you." She bent7 and kissed the lined forehead.
"No," said Bella quietly. "I believe what you say. Henry killed Captain Huxham, and like a true wife you held your tongue to save him. I should have done exactly the same had Cyril been guilty."
"You're a good girl, Bella. I'm sorry I was so hard on you. I don't suppose there's much happiness left me in this life, now that Henry is dead. But I shall repay you for those kind words. There! there! Don't kiss me again. I have been mistaken in you. Good-bye," and Mrs. Vand, lying down on the floor in an utter state of despair, turned her face to the wall.
Bella had to leave her in this unsatisfactory condition, as there was no chance of taking her home to Miss Ankers' cottage. Dutton still watched by the door, and probably had overheard all that she had confessed, even though she had not been so explicit9 as she should have been. But she had detailed10 quite sufficient to ensure her arrest as an accomplice11 after the fact, so it was not likely that Dutton would permit her to leave the hut until he received orders from his superior. Under the circumstances there was nothing to be done, but for the young people to go, which they accordingly did. Granny Tunks flung a curse after them as they passed out into the night, and flung also a burning sod to emphasise12 the curse.
"Old devil!" said Cyril, comforting Bella, who was crying. "Dutton, lend me your lantern, as the path along the channel is dangerous."
Dutton, having received five shillings, made no objection to this, provided he got back his bullseye later in the night. Cyril promised to return it when he came back to the hut with Inglis, and then, taking Bella's arm he led her carefully along the slippery path. The storm had passed and the wind had dropped, but the clouds were still thick enough to envelope the earth in murky13 darkness. They picked their footsteps carefully, until they came to the foot of the corn-path. Here they halted.
"How are we to get across, Cyril?" asked the girl, shivering.
Lister groped in the corn wherein Durgo had flung the planks14, and soon recovered these. With the aid of Bella he fixed15 them again on the tressels sunk in the mud, and the two passed dry-shod over the channel. In walking to Marshely the young man gave Bella the bag. "Take this, dear," he said. "The jewels are in it. Be careful of them."
"Oh, Cyril," said the girl, awestruck, "did Mrs. Vand steal them?"
"Yes, and in spite of what she says I believe she and Henry murdered your father—I mean Captain Huxham—for the sake of the jewels. They were in this bag, marked with the initials 'M. F.'—your father's initials."
"Just as Granny saw it in her trance."
"Very nearly, only she called the bag—and it is a bag, as you see—a portmanteau. Either Granny or the unseen are at fault. But it matters little since the jewels are now in your possession. Keep them carefully."
"But Cyril," said Bella, as they drew near the cottage, "does it seem right for us to keep jewels that already have caused two murders? My father was killed because of these gems16 by Captain Huxham, and he met with the same fate for probably the same reason."
"I daresay in ages past, many and many a wicked deed has been committed for the sake of these jewels. Do you remember what you heard Granny say in her trance?—that a Roman empress had secured the jewels by crime. My dear girl, all jewels have a history more or less, and if one feared the sort of thing you mention, not a woman would wear jewels. No, dear: God has given you this fortune, and you have every right to make use of it. Here's the door, and by the light in the window I see that Miss Ankers is sitting up."
"I promised to tell her why I went out," said Bella, kissing her lover, "so, as she is our good friend; she must know all."
"Just as you please: tell her everything from the beginning. I have to tell Inspector17 Inglis what I know shortly."
"Will you tell him about your father?" asked Bella faintly.
Lister hesitated. "I must," he said at length with a mighty18 effort, "for if I do not Luke Tunks may be caught, and he will tell."
"Tell what?"
"I don't know: God only knows what happened when Luke peeped through that window. From the presence of the bloody19 knife on the floor, and the fact that Vand murdered Huxham, I am inclined to believe that Huxham stabbed my father with that knife."
Bella caught his sleeve. "If so where did Captain, Huxham hide the body?"
Cyril removed her arm gently, although he shivered. "We have had enough of these horrors for one night, dear," he said, kissing her. "Go inside and talk to Miss Ankers. To-morrow I'll come and see you."
"What are you about to do, Cyril?"
"I am returning to the Manor-house, and then shall go to Granny's hut with Inglis. There must be an end to all this mystery to-night. Bella"—he turned suddenly—"if it is proved that my father is alive, will you still marry me? Think of the disgrace he has brought on me."
"Why? In any case your father didn't murder Captain Huxham."
"No; his hands are free from blood in that respect. But this case will have to be thoroughly20 inquired into, and much about my father may come out. His doings were shady. As I told you, I had to borrow one thousand pounds to buy back a cheque for that amount which he had forged in the name of an old college friend. Then there's the gun-running in Nigeria, and all manner of doubtful means by which he made his money. Bella, if you marry me, you marry a man with a soiled name."
Her arms were round him on the instant. "You have not soiled it," she whispered, "and that is enough for me."
Cyril's lips met hers in a passionate21 kiss, and, glowing with happiness, she ran into Dora's little garden as the door opened. Miss Ankers, hearing voices at this late hour—for it was nearly midnight—was looking out to see what was the matter. Cyril watched her admit Bella, and then turned away with a sigh. He intended to confess much about his father to Inglis, which he would much rather have kept concealed22; but under the circumstances there was no other way of settling matters. Since the tragic23 death of Captain Huxham, these had been in a very bad way.
Very shortly the young man arrived at the Manor-house, and found a constable24 on guard at the door. But he was admitted the moment the man recognised him. It appeared that Inglis had been expecting him for some time. Lister walked into the study, wherein the inspector had established himself, and explained that he had been escorting Miss Huxham home.
"The poor girl is quite worn out," said Cyril, seating himself with an air of relief, for he also was extremely tired.
"No wonder," replied the inspector. "Is Dutton on guard?"
"Yes. Mrs. Vand and the old woman and the girl are all safe."
"I have sent along another man," said Inglis nodding, "so that there may be no chance of the three escaping. The house was locked up when we came here, Mr. Lister, and only by breaking a window could we enter. Look at this, sir"—and the inspector pointed25 to a small lozenge-pane26 in the casement27, which had been broken.
"Well," said Cyril, after a pause.
"Through that broken pane Luke Tunks saw everything which took place in this study on the night of the murder."
Cyril felt his hair rise, and he thought of his father's probable danger, but he calmed down on reflecting that at least Edwin Lister was not guilty of the frightful28 crime. "How do you know?" he gasped29 with difficulty.
"We have caught Luke, and he will be here in a moment or so to confess."
Cyril looked surprised. "How did you catch him?"
"He ran out of the hut when we crossed the channel, and concealed himself in the corn. Then, remembering that the Manor-house was deserted30 he fetched a circle round the fields and came here. When we got into the house we found him nearly crazy with fear; he took us for ghosts."
"Where is he now?"
"In the kitchen guarded by a couple of men. He refused to confess, and I gave him an hour to make up his mind. Meanwhile, we have searched the house and have found that everything valuable more or less is gone. Some things left behind have been packed in boxes. I suppose the Vands hoped to escape and then get their goods later. But they carried off what they could."
"They intended to go to America," said Cyril, "the woman explained. She also declared that her husband murdered Captain Huxham."
"I expect she had a hand in it herself."
"She denies that."
"She naturally would," said Inglis very drily. "However, I'll send for Luke Tunks and see if he is willing to confess," and he gave a sharp order to one of the constables31 who was lounging in the hall.
In a few minutes the tall, lean gipsy, who looked extremely ill and extremely defiant32, made his appearance at the door, held by two policemen.
"Bring him in," said the inspector calmly, and arranging some sheets of paper, which he took out of his pocket along with a stylograph pen. "Now then, my man, will you confess all that you saw?"
"Will I be arrested?"
"Then I shan't say anything!" growled37 Luke defiantly38, and folding his arms he leaned against the panelled wall.
"Very good," said Inglis serenely39; "take him away. In the morning he can be removed to the Pierside goal."
The two constables advanced, and Luke bit his lip. In any case he saw that things looked black against him.
"You have no right to arrest me," he declared. "On what charge do you arrest me?"
"On a charge of murdering Captain Jabez Huxham."
"I didn't. I can prove I didn't."
"You can do so in court and to a judge and jury. Take him away."
"No, no! I'll tell you all I know now," said Luke, making the best of a bad job, and being imaginative enough to both see and feel a visionary rope encircling his neck. "Let me tell now, governor."
This was exactly what Inglis wanted, as he desired to obtain all available evidence for the forthcoming inquest on the bodies of the dead men, black and white. But he pretended to grant the man's wish as a favour. "As you please," he said with a cool shrug40. "You two men can go outside and remain on guard on the other side of the door."
The constables did as they were ordered and closed the door. Inglis, Lister, and Luke Tunks were alone, and as the gipsy was still weak from his late illness the inspector signed that he could take a seat. "Now tell me all you know, and I shall take it down. You shall affix41 your name to your confession42, and Mr. Lister and myself will be the witnesses. Do you agree?"
"Yes," said Luke hoarsely, and drawing his sleeve across his mouth, "for nothing I can say can hang me. I didn't kill either of the blokes."
"Either of the blokes? What do you mean?"
"I mean that Captain Huxham killed the man who called himself Lister, and Henry Vand killed Captain Huxham. I saw both murders."
Lister rejoiced, horrified43 as he was at the idea of his father's violent death, but thankful from the bottom of his heart that he had gone to his own place guiltless of blood. Inglis saw the expression on the young man's face, and asked a leading question.
"Was not this Mr. Lister your father?"
"Yes," answered Cyril promptly44. "He came home from Nigeria some months ago with Durgo, who is the son of a friendly chief. My father, I understand, came down here to ask Captain Huxham for certain jewels—"
"Those you showed me, sir?"
"Yes, they were robbed from a trader called Maxwell Faith by Huxham, and my father wished to get them. Durgo came down to seek for my father, but we have never been able to find him."
"So you say; but where is the body?"
"I don't know; I can't say." Luke paused, then turned to the inspector. "Let me tell you what I saw through yonder broken pane."
"Very good." Inglis arranged his papers and prepared his pen. "Mind you speak the truth, as I shall take down every word you say. Afterwards Mr. Lister can tell me what he knows."
So it was arranged, and Tunks, as ready to tell now as formerly46 he was unwilling47, launched out into his story. It appears that after leaving Mrs. Coppersley—as she was then—he went home to have some food. Shortly before eight o'clock he strolled along the banks of the river and saw Pence watching the house. Knowing that the preacher was in love with the daughter of his master, he took little notice; then, while lying in the corn by the side of the path smoking, he saw, as he thought, Cyril Lister pass him, and stealthily followed.
"Why did you do that?" asked Inglis, raising his eyes.
"I knew that this gent"—he nodded towards Cyril—"was in love with Miss Bella also, and knew that Captain Huxham hated him."
"Why did he hate him?"
"I can tell you," said Cyril quickly; "because of my father. Huxham knew my father in Nigeria, and as my father wished to get these jewels he feared lest he should force him to give them up. For this reason Huxham came down here and planted corn all round his house as a means of defence, and installed a search-light. He wished to be on his guard."
"Did your father intend murder?" asked the inspector, sharply.
"I really can't say."
"But he did," struck in Luke, who had been listening earnestly. "All that the young gent says is true, sir. I only followed, as I thought that there would be a row between Captain Huxham and—as I thought—Mr. Cyril. I waited outside the house, and then hearing loud voices in the study—in this place," said Tunks looking round, "I stole to the casement and peeped through that broken pane. They did not know that I was there."
"What became of Mr. Pence meanwhile?" asked Inglis suddenly.
"He was watching the house, but I think he went away and then came back."
Inglis nodded. "That is unsatisfactory. I must examine Mr. Pence later. You go on, Tunks, and tell us exactly what you saw."
Tunks settled down to his narrative48. "I listened and heard all about the jewels and the death of Maxwell Faith and all about Miss Bella being his daughter. I saw by this time that Mr. Lister was not Mr. Cyril here, and I guessed from his likeness49 that he was Mr. Cyril's father. Mr. Lister wanted Captain Huxham to give up the jewels for some expedition, but the captain refused. They began to quarrel, and then the captain pulled out a big knife from a drawer of his desk and rushed on Mr. Lister. There was a struggle and Mr. Lister tried to pull out a revolver. At length Huxham got Mr. Lister down and cut his throat."
"Which would account for the quantity of blood found on the floor here when Huxham's body was found. I thought there was too much blood for one man's corpse50 to supply. Go on."
"Oh, it's terrible—horrible!" said Cyril, covering his face. "What did you do, Tunks? Why didn't you give the alarm?"
"What, and be run in for being an accomplice!" said Tunks disdainfully, "not me. But I was frightened, and when I saw that Captain Huxham had killed Mr. Lister—I knew his name by that time, having heard them talking—why, I ran away as hard as my legs could carry me."
"Where did you go?"
"Home to Granny, so that I might be able to supply an alibi51 if necessary. I didn't tell her anything, but she found out a lot when I was raving52 with the drink in me. But I couldn't rest, and when Granny was a-bed I stole out. It was after ten by this time. I went up to the Manor and to yonder window. Then I saw Mrs. Coppersley—as she was—and Mr. Vand, talking to the captain and telling him they were married. The knife, all bloody, was on the floor near the door, but they were all three so busy talking that they did not notice it. But I wonder the captain didn't cover it up.'
"Where was the body of my father?" asked Cyril impatiently.
"I don't know; the body was gone. I've never been able to find out where the captain put up the body. But, as I say, he turned out Mr. Vand and his wife, as I knew she was then, and cursed up and down. But he didn't pick up the knife; in place of doing so, which would have been more sensible, seeing that he had murdered the Lister cove3 with it, he went to his desk and pulled out a black bag. He emptied this of jewels, and my mouth watered."
"Ah, so you recognised the bag when you tried to steal it from Mrs. Vand in your mother's cottage?"
"You have quite enough to answer for as it is," said Inglis sharply. "Go on, as I have got everything down so far."
"Well, then while the captain was sitting at the desk gloating over the jewels Mr. Vand comes in softly like a cat. He saw the jewels and his eyes lighted up. Captain Huxham, being busy, didn't hear him, so he picks up the knife lying near the door, and before I could cry out he rushed at the old man. Huxham turned to meet him, and got the knife in his heart. Then Mr. Vand, as cool as you please, dropped the knife behind the desk, and taking the bag with the jewels, he put 'em back—went away."
"What did you do?"
"I went home and tried to sleep, but couldn't."
"Why didn't you warn the police?" asked Inglis.
"No, sir. I'm only a gipsy, and they'd have thought I'd something to do with the business. If I'd accused Mr. Vand him and his wife would have accused me, and it would be two to one. Besides," said Luke coolly, "I wasn't sorry to see old Huxham downed after killing54 the other gent. Serve him right, say I. So that's all."
"Humph," said Inglis, finishing his writing. "You made capital out of this?"
"Yes, I did," said Luke defiantly, and taking the pen which Inglis held out to him. "I told Mr. and Mrs. Vand what I'd seen. They were frightened—it was the next morning, you see—and paid me heaps of money to hold my tongue. Then, like a fool, I went on the bend, and talked so much that Granny got to know heaps, and so set the nigger brute55 on our tracks. There"—Luke signed his name—"you can't hang me for what I've told you."
Inglis and Lister both signed as witnesses, and the inspector put the paper into his pocket. He was about to ask further questions—to cross-examine Tunks in fact—when the door opened and a young constable appeared in a mighty state of excitement.
"Sir," he cried to his superior officer, "Mrs. Vand has escaped!"
"Escaped!" cried the inspector, in a voice of thunder.
"Yes, sir. Dutton is lying drugged in the hut, and the old woman has been stunned56. Mrs. Vand and the gipsy girl are gone."
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