After a moment, during which Father Maloney was, I imagine, sorting his ideas, seeking for the best beginning to the promised complicated story, he began to speak.
“Well, you’ll know, of course, that the Delanceys are a very old family. The baronetcy dates back to the time of the Crusaders. The family have never lost the Faith, as we Catholics say. The matter which has given rise to the present upset happened in the year seventeen hundred and thirteen. The then baronet was one Sir Michael Delancey, his wife, Helen, née Montgomery. But sure that’s nothing to do with the tale at all. There were three children by the marriage, Henry, Antony, and Rosamund. It was with Henry that the difficulty arose. He was—well, I fear there’s no denying that he was a rogue1, with no decent feeling in him at all. A card-playing,[Pg 75] drinking fella he was, and not above doing a thought of cheating if it happened that the luck was going against him. Well, it was in one of these card routs2 that things came to a crisis. There was cheating and quarrelling and what not, and at the end a duel3. Henry killed his man, and raced off to his home to lie low a bit in hiding. The old man—Sir Michael—was sick of him and his ways by that time, I’m thinking. Anyhow he agreed to smuggle4 him out of the country, but on one condition, and here’s the first, and, for that matter, the whole point of the business. Before he was shipped off he had to sign some paper or other renouncing5 all claim to the property, indeed disinheriting himself in favour of his younger brother, Antony. Somehow it seems that the old man had not the right to disinherit him himself.”
“Something of the kind, I’ve no doubt,” returned Father Maloney. “Legally, I’m thinking, he’d still have inherited the title, but the bargain was that he was to go off for ever, be, in a manner of speaking, dead to the heritage of his forebears in any shape or form. And his heirs to [Pg 76]be dead to it likewise. Be that as may be, he went off, having renounced7 all claim to the property. Five years later his brother Antony succeeded to it.”
Father Maloney paused, then a moment later resumed his tale.
“Antony married Margaret de Courcey, a fine woman from all accounts, and by her he had four children, Antony, Richard, Rosamund, and Michael. Now comes along the next point of interest. Ten years after Sir Antony had succeeded to the property and title, Henry reappeared upon the scene. There’s no doubt but that he had it in his mind to make matters as unpleasant for Antony as might be. He was married, so he said, and had two sons. Margaret was away from home at the time, and the whole business is clearly shown in letters she received from her husband, Sir Antony. The letters are still in existence. In them Sir Antony tells her of Henry’s reappearance, and sets forth8 his reluctance9 to do the obvious thing and inform the law his brother has returned,—which would have been mightily10 unpleasant for Henry, I’m thinking. Sure, he must have been a daring fella to have come back to England at all. [Pg 77]Sir Antony tells her, too, clearly enough, Henry’s motive11 in coming, and it’s one a blind man might be seeing without over-much difficulty. It was the paper he’d signed he was after. If he could destroy that, why, it would leave his son free to inherit the title and property at his death. He couldn’t think to be getting them himself without more of a boggle than he’d have a liking12 for. But it would be another matter for his son. You’ll be finding all this in the first two letters Sir Antony wrote to Margaret, as well as the whole history of the signing of the paper. Perhaps after a fashion she knew of that before, but not over-definitely. Anyhow Sir Antony writes it all down, and it is from that letter we know of the matter. A third letter, and a shorter one, shows that Sir Antony is getting a trifle uneasy with Henry hanging around, and that he means to remove the paper from the strong box, where it was kept, to some hiding-place of sorts. But never a hint did he give of where that hiding-place would be at all.”
“Possibly,” remarked John shrewdly, “he had no mind to put his ideas on paper.”
“’Tis more than likely,” returned Father Maloney grimly, “but it’s a deal of trouble he’d [Pg 78]have been saving if he’d given the merest suspicion of a hint. A fourth letter was sent to Margaret Delancey, written by one Francis Raymond, a priest. ’Tis a sad letter, and a fine letter too, for that matter. He begs her to come home without delay, and tells her of her husband’s death. He goes straight at what he has to say, and then gives her the comfort the poor soul would be needing,—though it’s plain he knows the manner of woman she is, and the courage of her. There’s a hint in his letter of foul14 play of some kind. Other papers, Margaret’s own diary among them, tell what that foul play was. Sir Antony had been found in the park, under an oak tree, shot through the head. Henry was lying near him, a pistol not ten inches from his hand, and his throat torn out by Sir Antony’s wolf-hound.”
“What a ghastly business!” ejaculated John, as Father Maloney stopped.
“You may well say that,” remarked Father Maloney. “The matter was plain enough. Henry had shot his brother with the idea of getting hold of that precious paper unhindered, but he had forgotten—or, maybe, never realized—the presence of Sir Antony’s wolf-hound, Gelert. The [Pg 79]dog wasn’t one to let his master’s murderer go unpunished.”
Again there was a little pause. Father Maloney refilled his pipe.
“Well,” he said after a minute, “after Sir Antony’s death, his son Antony came into possession. But—” Father Maloney emphasized the word with an emphatic15 movement of his pipe, “that paper desired by Henry had vanished. Wherever Sir Antony had hidden it, the hiding-place was a bit too good. It has never been found.”
“Perhaps,” suggested John tentatively, “Henry had destroyed it.”
Father Maloney shook his head.
“Not a bit of it. If Henry had destroyed it before he shot his brother there’d have been no need for the shooting at all. He shot his brother to get at the paper, but Gelert was one too many for him. And never a scrap16 of paper was found upon, or near him.”
“And,” said John ruminatively17, “that has proved an awkward business.”
“It has that,” said Father Maloney drily. “A claimant has turned up.”
“Yes,” said John quietly.
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“Oh, ’tis a pretty boggle,” went on Father Maloney, “it is that. This fella, this David Delancey arrives from Africa——”
“Africa!” interrupted John. “I heard he was an American?”
“Well, ’tis Africa he has come from,” said Father Maloney. “He arrives as cool as a cucumber. ‘I’m the rightful owner of this place,’ says he in a letter to Lady Mary. ‘I’ve every proof, and send copies of them.’ ’Tis a long rigmarole how he got hold of them. Of course there was a lawyers’ investigation18. That’s been going on for months. But ’tis proved now beyond no manner of doubt that he is the direct descendant of that scoundrel Henry, and not a scrap of legal proof have we got on our side that Henry ever renounced the claim to the property. There’s the whole business. Lady Mary got the letter from the lawyer fellas this morning. ’Tis full of their jargon19, but the meaning is plain enough through it all. David Delancey is the rightful heir, and no vestige20 of right has this little Antony here to stick or stone of the old place.”
Father Maloney stopped.
“It’s—it’s preposterous21!” ejaculated John hotly.
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Father Maloney smiled, an untranslatable, an enigmatic smile.
“When does he take possession?” demanded John.
“Oh, he’s written a decent enough letter,” responded Father Maloney. “He says there can be time enough taken for the handing over of the property. ‘Take six months, or a year about it, for that matter,’ says he. He’ll be coming down here in a day or so to the inn to look around and get the hang of affairs, though he’s in no way anxious to intrude22.”
“Intrude!” snorted the wrathful John.
“Well, well,” interpolated Father Maloney soothingly23, “he’ll be within his rights according to those lawyer fellas.”
John gazed sternly before him.
“I don’t believe he has an atom of right,” he announced emphatically.
Again Father Maloney smiled.
“Well, I’ll allow we’re all of us for that way of thinking ourselves. But private opinion has never overridden24 the law yet, without proof in the plainest black and white to back it up.”
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John heaved a portentous25 sigh.
Here, at least, was fact indisputable. Matters for the present inhabitants of Delancey Castle were at a deadlock26, a deadlock of the tightest and most emphatic kind. There was no denying that a stoic27 philosophy was the only course open to them.
But stoic philosophy on such a matter! How was any living human creature possessed28 of a drop of warm tingling29 blood in his veins30 to encompass31 such a state of being? He saw the trio as they had come towards him in the August sunshine that morning,—the girl tall, graceful32, breathing vitality33, temperament34; the merest casual observer must have felt her extraordinary capacity for feeling things intensely. Oh, it was no imagination on his part, imagination fed by the white light of idealism with which he had surrounded her. Verily was there no imagination on his part. She would suffer in every fibre of her being. It would be to her like tearing her heart from her. And she would suffer smiling, he knew that. That’s where the pain would be the more intense. Those who can bedew a wound with tears bring easing to its [Pg 83]agony. And he told himself she would never shed one tear. He knew he wasn’t being sentimental35. It was the hard bed-rock truth.
And the boys too! Antony, gay, debonair36, valiant37 little champion! Michael, a mere13 clinging, cuddlesome baby! And there was Delancey Castle before him in the sunlight.
Of course he didn’t know the place, he was perfectly38 aware of that fact, but imagination could well make up for lack of knowledge. In imagination he saw the gardens, the terraces, the old grey walls, the dark interior lit by diamond-paned casement39 windows; he saw the blend of harmonious40 colours; he smelt41 the old-time smell of century-mellowed oak and leather, the fragrant42 scents43 of lavender and pot-pourri. And it was this—this absolutely perfect and fitting frame for that adorable trio (he had forgotten Lady Mary for the moment) that was to be snatched from them, and made the frame for a modern, hustling44, nasal-voiced American.
“What do you think about it?” demanded John sternly, his eyes towards the distant Castle, but his words intended for the old priest.
“Sure, I was thinking every bit the same as [Pg 84]you’re thinking, till twenty minutes or so agone,” responded Father Maloney.
“And now?” demanded John.
“Glory be to God, is it a sermon you’re wanting?” asked Father Maloney with a little twinkle in his eyes.
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