"Sit here a moment," he said, "while I get rid of the ladder." He lowered it gently, drew the string up, leaped to the ground outside the wall, and held up his hands to her.
"Jump," he whispered. "I'll catch you."
But even as he spoke1 she had turned and was hanging by her hands. He let her do it her own way. She dropped expertly, landing with a little rebound2. He was glad he had not tried to catch her. It would have been a poor beginning to their comradeship if he had, at the very outset, shown doubts of her competence3 to do anything she set out to do.
They stood under the wall very near together.
"What are you going to do?" she said.
"I must get a car and take you away. Are you afraid to be left alone for a couple of hours?"
"I—I don't think so," she said. "But where? Did you notice the lights as you got over the wall?"
"Yes; they were still near the house."
The two were walking side by side along the road now.
"If you were any ordinary girl I should be afraid to leave you to think things over—for fear you should think you'd been rash or silly or something—and worry yourself about all sorts of nonsense, and perhaps end in bolting back to your hutch before I could come back to you. But since it's you—let's cut across the downs here—we'll keep close to the edge of the wood."
Their feet now trod the soft grass.
"How sensible of you to wear a dark cloak," he said.
"Yes," she said, "a really romantic young lady in distress4 would have come in white muslin and blue ribbons, wouldn't she?"
He glowed to the courage that let her jest at such a moment.
"Where am I to wait?" she asked.
"There's an old farm-house not far away," he said. "If you don't mind waiting there. Could you?"
"Who lives there?"
"Nobody. I happen to have the key. I was looking at it yesterday. It's not furnished, but I noticed some straw and packing-cases. I could rig you up some sort of lounge, but don't do it if you're afraid. If you're afraid to be left to yourself we'll walk together to Eastbourne. But if we do we're much more likely to be caught."
"I'm not in the least afraid. Why should I be?" she said, and they toiled5 up the hill among the furze bushes in the still starlight.
"What they'll do," she said, presently, "when they're sure I'm not in the park, is to go down to your inn and see if you're there."
"Yes," he said, "I'm counting on that. That's why I said two or three hours. You see, I must be there when they do come, and the minute they're gone I'll go for the motor. Look here—I've got some chocolate that I got for a kiddy to-day; luckily, I forgot to give it to him; and here are some matches, only don't strike them if you can help it. Now, stick to it."
They went on in silence; half-way up the hill he took her arm to help her. Then, over the crest6 of the hill, in a hollow of the downs there was the dark-spread blot7 of house and farm buildings. They went down the road. Nothing stirred—only as they neared the farm-yard a horse in the stable rattled8 his halter against the manger and they heard his hoofs9 moving on the cobbled floor of his stall. They stood listening. No, all was still.
"Give me your hand," he said, and led her round to the side of the house. The key grated a little as he turned it in the lock. He threw back the door.
"This is the kitchen," he said. "Stand just inside and I'll make a nest for you. I know exactly where to lay my hands on the straw."
There was rustling10 in the darkness and a sound of boards grating on bricks. She stood at the door and waited.
"Ready," he said.
"They'll find me," she said. "We shall never get away."
"Trust me for that," said he.
"I must have been mad to come," he heard through the darkness.
"We're all mad once in our lives," he said, cheerfully. "Now roll yourself in your cloak. Give me your hands—so." He led her to the straw nest he had made, and lowered her to it.
"Do you wish you hadn't come?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said.
"I hope to Heaven I haven't misjudged you," he said, with the first trace of anxiety she had yet heard in his voice. "If you should be the kind of girl who's afraid of the dark—"
"I'm not afraid," she said.
"Look here," said he, "here's my match-box, but don't strike a light among the straw. The door into the house is locked and the key's on this side of the door. Can you come to the back door and lock it after me, and then find your way back to your nest?"
"Sure you're not frightened?"
"Quite," said she.
"Then I'll go," said he, and went.
She locked the door and crept back to the straw. He waited till its crackling told him that she had found her way back to her couch. Then he started for Jevington.
And as he went he told himself that she was right. She had been mad to come, and he had been mad to let her come. But there was no going back now.
There was no looking back, even. From the brow of the hill the road was down-hill all the[64] way, and he ran, his rubber shoes patting almost noiselessly in the dust. At his inn the bolt yielded to his knife-point's pressure, the well-oiled lock let him in without a murmur14, the stairs hardly creaked more than stairs can creak in their dark solitudes15 when we lie awake and listen to them and wonder. . . . The night was as silent as a thought, and when at last the silence was shattered by the clatter16 of hoofs and the jangle of harness, Mr. Basingstoke's head turned a little on his pillow, not restlessly.
He heard the clanging bell echo in the flagged passage; heard through the plaster walls the heavy awakening17 of his host, the scrape of a match, the hasty, blundering toilet; heard the big bar dropped from the front door; voices—the groom18's voice, the host's voice, the aunt's voice.
Then heavy steps on the stairs and a knock at his door.
"Very sorry to disturb you, sir," came the muffled19 tones through the door, almost cringingly apologetic, "but could you get up, sir, just for a minute? Miss Davenant from the Hall wants a word with you—about your dawg, sir, as I understand. If you could oblige, sir—very inconvenient20, I know, sir, but the Hall is very highly thought of in the village, sir."
"What on earth—?" said Mr. Basingstoke, very loudly, and got out of bed. "I'll dress and come down," he said.
He did dress, to the accompaniment of voices below—replaced, that is, the collar, tie, and boots he had taken off—and then he began to pack, his mind busy with the phrases in which he would explain that a house in which these nocturnal disturbances21 occurred was not fit for the sojourning of. . . . No, hang it all, that would not be fair to the landlord—he must find some other tale.
When he had kept the lady waiting as long as he thought a man might have kept her who had really a toilet to make, he went slowly down. Voices sounded in the parlor22, and a slab23 of light from its door lay across the sanded passage.
He went in; the landlord went out, closing the door almost too discreetly24.
Mr. Basingstoke and the aunt looked at each other. She was very upright and wore brown gloves and a brown, boat-shaped hat with an aggressive quill25.
"You are here, then?" she said.
"Where else, madam?" said Mr. Basingstoke.
"I should like you," said the aunt, deliberately26, "to be somewhere else within the next hour. I will make it worth your while."
"Thank you," Edward murmured.
"I think I ought to tell you," said she, "that I saw through that business of the dog. He was well trained, I admit. But I can't have my niece annoyed in this way."
"The lady must certainly not be annoyed," said Edward, with feeling.
"I came to-night to see if you were here. . . ."
"It is an unusual hour for a call," said Edward, "but I am proportionally honored."
"—to see if you were here, and, if you were, to tell you that my niece is not."
Edward cast a puzzled eye around the crowded parlor. "No," he said. "No."
"I mean," Miss Davenant went on, "that my niece has left this neighborhood and will not return while you are here; so you are wasting your time and trouble."
"I see," said Edward, helpfully.
"You will gain nothing by this attitude," said Miss Davenant. "If you will consent to leave Jevington to-night I will give you twenty pounds."
"Twenty pounds!" he repeated, softly.
"Put up your money, madam," said Edward Basingstoke, with a noble gesture copied from the best theatrical28 models, "and dry your eyes. Never shall it be said that Edward Basingstoke was deaf to the voice of a lady in distress. Lay your commands on me, and be assured that, for me, to hear is to obey."
"You are very impertinent, young man," Miss Davenant told him, "and you won't do yourself any good by talking like a book. Clear out of this to-night, and I'll give you twenty pounds. Stay, and take the consequences."
"Meaning—?"
"Well, stay if you like. You won't see her. She won't return to Jevington till you're gone. So I tell you you'd better accept my offer and go."
"Accept your offer and go," repeated Edward.
"Twenty pounds," said the lady, persuasively29.
"Exactly."
"Nay," said Edward, "there are chords even in a piano-tuner's breast—chords which, too roughly touched, will turn and rend31 the smiter32."
"Good gracious!" said Miss Davenant, "I believe the man's insane."
"Withdraw that harsh expression," he pleaded. And then, without warning, the situation ceased to amuse him. Here he was, swimming in the deep, smooth waters of diplomacy33, and suddenly diplomacy seemed a sticky medium. He would have liked Miss Davenant to be a man—a man in green-silk Georgian coat and buckled34 shoes; himself also gloriously Georgian, in murray-colored cut velvet35, with Mechlin at wrists and throat. Then they could have betaken themselves to the bowling-green and fought it out with ringing rapiers, by the light of the lantern held in the landlord's trembling fingers. Or at dawn, in the meadow the red wall bounded, there could have been measured pacings—a dropped handkerchief, two white puffs36 drifting away on the chill, sweet air, and Edward Basingstoke could have handed his smoking pistol to his second and mounted his horse—Black Belial—and so away to his lady, leaving his adversary37 wounded slightly ("winged," of course, was the word). Thus honor would have been satisfied, and Edward well in the lime-light. But in this little box of an overfurnished room, by the light of an ill-trimmed paraffin-lamp, to rag an anxious aunt. . . . He withdrew himself slowly from diplomacy—tried to find an inch or two of dry truth to stand on.
"Well, why don't you say something?" asked the anxious aunt.
"I will," said Mr. Basingstoke. "Madam, I have to ask your pardon for an unpardonable liberty. I have deceived you. I am not what you think. I am not a piano-tuner, but an engineer."
"But you said you were. . . ."
"Pardon me. I said there were chords in the breasts of piano-tuners."
"But if you aren't, how did you know there was one?"
This riposte he had not anticipated. Frankness had its drawbacks—so small a measure of it as he had allowed himself. He leaped headlong into diplomacy again.
"Look back on what you have said, not only to me, but to others," he said, solemnly, and saw that the chance shot had gone home. "Now," he said, "don't let us prolong an interview which cannot but be painful to us both. I am not the piano-tuner for whom you take me. You are a complete stranger to me. The only link that binds38 us is the fact that your horse ran over my dog and that you bore the apparently39 lifeless body home for me. Yet if you wish me to leave the neighborhood, I will leave it. In fact, I was going in any case," he added, struggling against diplomacy.
Miss Davenant looked at him. "You're speaking the truth," she said; "you're not the piano-tuner. But you got as red as fire yesterday. So did my niece. What was that for?"
"I cannot explain my complicated color-scheme," said Edward, "without diagrams and a magic-lantern. And as for your niece, I can lay my hand on my heart and say that the light of declining day never illumined that face for me till the moment when it also illumined yours."
"Are you deceiving me?" Miss Davenant asked, weakly, and Edward answered:
"Yes, I am; but not in the way you think. We all have our secrets, but mine are not the secrets of the piano-tuner."
Some one sneezed in the passage outside.
"Our host has been eavesdropping," said Edward, softly.
"Well, if he doesn't make more of this conversation than I do, he won't make much," said Miss Davenant. "I don't trust you."
"That would make it all the easier for me to deceive you," said Edward, "if I sought to deceive."
"You've got too much language for me," said Miss Davenant. "If you're not the man, I apologize."
"Don't mention it," said Edward.
"If you are, I don't wonder so much at what happened in London. Good night. Sorry to have disturbed you."
"Don't you think," said Edward, "that you might as well tell me why you did disturb me?"
"I thought you were the piano-tuner," she said; "you knew that perfectly40 well. And I don't want piano-tuners hanging round Jevington. I'm sorry I offered the money. I ought to have seen."
"Not at all," said Mr. Basingstoke, "and, since my presence here annoys you, know that by this time to-morrow I shall be far away."
"There's one thing more," said Miss Davenant. But Mr. Basingstoke was never to know what that one thing was, for at the instant a wild shriek41 rang through the quiet night, there was a scuffle outside, hoarse42 voices in anger and pain, the door burst open, and Miss Davenant's groom staggered in.
"Beg pardon, ma'am"—he still remembered his station, and it was thus he affirmed it—"beg pardon, ma'am, but this 'ere dawg—"
It was too true. Charles, perhaps conscious of his master's presence in the parlor, had slipped his collar, scratched a hole under the stable door, and, finding the groom and the landlord in the passage, barring his entrance, had bitten the groom's trousers leg. It hung, gaping43, from knee to ankle—with Charles still attached. Charles's master choked the dog off, but confidential44 conversation was at an end, even when a sovereign had slipped from his hand to the groom's.
"Seems the young lady's missing," said the host, when the dog-cart had rattled up the street.
"Indeed!" said Edward. "Well, I think I also shall retreat. Will it inconvenience you if I leave my traps to be sent on? I shall walk into Seaford and catch the early train."
"It wasn't my fault the lady come, sir," said the landlord, sulky but deferential45.
"I know it," said the guest, "and I am not leaving because of her coming. I should have left in any case. But it is a fine night, I have a fancy for a walk, and it does not seem worth while to go to bed again. If you will kindly46 take this, pay your bill out of it, and divide the remainder between Robert and Gladys, I shall be very much obliged. I've been very comfortable here and I shall certainly come again."
He pressed a five-pound note into the landlord's hand, and before that bewildered one could think of anything more urgent than the commonplaces which begin, "I'm sure, sir," or, "I shouldn't like to think," he and Charles had turned their backs on the Five Bells, and the landlord was staring after them. The round, white back of Charles showed for quite a long time through the darkness. Slowly he drew the bolts, put out the lights, and went back to bed.
"It's a rum go," he told his wife, after he had told her all he had heard and overheard, "a most peculiar47 rum go. But he's a gentleman, he is, whichever way you look at it. Miss up at the Hall might do a jolly sight worse, if you ask me. Shouldn't wonder, come to think of it, if she ain't waiting for him around the corner, as it is."
"He's the kind of gentleman a girl would wait around the corner for," said the landlady48. "It's his eyes, partly, I think. And he's got such a kind look. But if she is—waiting round the corner, I mean, like what you said—he have got a face to go on like what he did to Miss Davenant."
"Yes," said the landlord, blowing out the candle, "he have got a face, whichever way you look at it."
It was bright daylight when a motor—one of the strong, fierce kind, no wretched taxicab, but a private motor of obvious speed and spirit—blundered over the shoulder of the downs down the rutty road to Crow's Nest Farm.
Mr. Basingstoke, happy to his finger-tips as well as to the inmost recesses49 of the mind in his consciousness of results achieved and difficulties overcome, slipped from the throbbing50 motor and went quickly around to the back door, Charles with him, straining at the lead. The path that led to the door had its bricks outlined with green grass, a house-leek spread its rosettes on the sloping lichened51 tiles of the roof, and in the corner of the window the toad-flax flaunted52 its little helmets of orange and sulphur-color. He tapped gently on the door. Nothing from within answered him—no voice, no movement, no creak of board, no rustle12 of straw, no click of little heels on the floor of stone. She might be asleep—must be. He knocked again, and still silence answered him. Then a wave of possibilities and impossibilities rose suddenly and swept against Mr. Basingstoke's heart. So sudden was it, and so strong was it, that for a moment he felt the tremor53 of a physical nausea54. He put his hand to the latch55, meaning to try with his shoulder the forcing of the lock. But the door was not locked. The latch clicked, yielding to his hand, and the door opened into the kitchen, with its wide old chimneyplace, big mantel-shelf, its oven and pump, its brewing-copper and its washing-copper, its litter of packing-cases and straw, and the little nest he had made for her between the copper and the big barrel. The soft, diffused56 daylight showed him every corner, and Charles sniffing57, as it seemed, every corner at once. He crossed over and tried the door that led to the house. But he knew, before his hand found it unyielding, that it had not been unlocked since last he saw it. He knew, quite surely, that the lady was not there. There was no sign or trace of her, save the rounded nest where she must have snuggled for at least a part of the night that he had spent in such strenuous58 diplomacy, such ardent59 organization, for her sake. No other trace of her . . . yes, on the flap-table by the window his match-box, set as weight to keep in its place a handkerchief. It was own sister to the little one his pocket still held—and, as he took it up, exhaled60 the same faint, delicate fragrance61. He read it, Charles snuffling and burrowing62 in the straw at his feet. On it a few words were written, some illegible63, but these few plain:
I will write to General Post-Office, London.
There are no words for the thoughts of the baffled adventurer as he locked the door and walked around the farm to the waiting motor. His only word on the way was to Charles, and it calmed, for an instant, even that restless spirit.
"London," he said to his chauffeur64. "My friend isn't coming," and he and Charles tumbled into the car together.
A line of faces drawn65 up against a long fence watched his departure with mild curiosity. Twenty or thirty calves66 and their rustic67 attendant saw him go. The chauffeur looked again at the house's blank windows and echoed the landlord's words.
"Rum go!" he said to himself. "Most extraordinary rum go."
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