"You can bet on it!"
"Let me follow you clearly. Am I to understand that you will draw up yourself a will identical in all respects with the one you have in your hand, if I allow you to add an additional clause by which you are to benefit to the extent of five thousand pounds?"
"That"s what you"re to understand--just that."
"And that you"ll a.s.sist me to sign it in the presence of two witnesses?"
"I"ll a.s.sist you all I can."
"I"ll think it over. Five thousand pounds is a deal of money for what you"ve done, and for the sort of woman you are; but--I"ll think it over. When would you do it?"
"If you say the word I"ll do it right now."
There was a considerable pause, then he repeated his former observation:--
"I"ll think it over." After a pause he added: "Put back that miniature underneath my pillow--this time gently, if you please.
Close the panel; replace the bracket and the vase. You may take the will with you if you like, so that you may get it well into your head. I"m tired--I"ve talked enough. I want to be still--and think."
CHAPTER X
THE GIRL AT THE DOOR
When Isabel left Cuthbert Grahame"s room her brain was in a tumult. She had so much of which to think that she found it hard to think at all. The discovery that his wealth was so altogether beyond anything of which she had dreamed as possible; the unearthing of his will--from such a hiding-place; the facts she had learned of Margaret Wallace, and which she had herself embroidered--these things were in themselves enough to occupy her mind to its full capacity for some time to come. Yet they were far from being all she had to think about. The miniature, in its jewelled setting--especially the jeweled setting!--was likely to be a subject of covetous contemplation until--well, until something had happened to it, or to her. Then there were the pillars in the fireplace. Something--she could not have told what--had filled her with the conviction that the recess behind the sliding panel was not the only hiding-place the room contained. She was possessed by a desire to examine those four rounded posts--to examine them closely--to ascertain whether in their construction there was anything peculiar.
But beyond and above all these sufficient causes for mental agitation there was still another, one far greater--the will she might have to draft, which she felt certain she would be asked to draft. The idea which she had at the back of her head, which had prompted her suggestion, was of such a character that it almost frightened her. Like Cuthbert Grahame, she wanted time and opportunity for thought. She had it in contemplation to risk everything upon the hazard of a single throw--everything, in the widest sense of that comprehensive word. To put her notion into execution needed courage of a diabolical kind. Failure involved utter and eternal ruin. Success, on the other hand, would bring in its train all the pleasures of which she had scarcely dared to dream.
On her return from her walk, having learned that Gregory Lamb had not put in the appearance she had feared, she had sent the two maids on an errand. They were raw, country wenches, ignorant, slow-witted. It seemed hardly likely that, under any circ.u.mstances, she would find them dangerous, yet she was strongly of opinion that it was advisable, if, as was possible, the deserted Gregory did call, that she should be the person to receive him. Nannie was still confined to her room, so that Isabel had but to be rid of the underlings to have practically the whole house at her mercy.
It has been said that small things make great generals, since it is the eye for trivial details which wins big battles. The little act of foresight which prompted Isabel Lamb to clear the premises of that pair of Scotch wenches not impossibly changed the whole course of her life--not because what she had foreseen happened; what actually occurred she had not even looked for.
The dining-room had a large bay window which commanded the path leading to the front door. As she stood there, with her brain in a state of almost chaotic confusion, something caught her eye--a figure on the carriage drive. It was still at some distance; it disappeared nearly as soon as she saw it. She kept her glance fixed on its vanishing point. As for some moments nothing was visible, she was beginning to suppose that she must have been mistaken, when she saw it again. It was still to a great extent hidden by the trees and brushwood, but it certainly was there.
Isabel instinctively drew back, although in any case she must have been entirely invisible. Instantly her brain became clear.
The perception of approaching danger, which had on her the effect of bracing her up, restored to her at once the full use of her faculties.
"Is it Gregory?" she asked herself.
If it had been he would have had a warm reception. But it was not, as was immediately made clear. The figure was that of a woman--reaching a point where the ground was clearer, she could be plainly seen. She was walking very fast, with long, even strides.
"Who is it?" the woman at the window asked herself. "It can"t be one of the girls--they won"t be back for a couple of hours or more. I know them! Besides, they don"t move like that. Nothing feminine"s been near the place since I"ve been in it. So far as I know, there"s nothing feminine hereabouts to come. As for callers, we don"t have them. What"s likely to attract a woman to a house like this? Why, I do believe it"s a lady--that dress was never made in this parish. And--she"s young! Where on earth have I seen her before? I have seen her, but where? My stars!--the miniature! It"s Margaret Wallace!--come to see the man she jilted! Here"s a nice to-do!"
The approaching figure had come clear of the carriage drive, and was now in full sight. As Isabel had acknowledged to herself, it was unmistakably that of a lady. The dress might be proof itself to another woman"s keen perception, but there was other evidence as well. The way in which the stranger bore herself--her carriage, the easy grace which marked her movements, at least suggested breeding. As the face became visible all doubt was at an end. This was certainly a lady who, as it seemed, was coming to call.
Was the purport of her presence here merely to pay a pa.s.sing call? Did she simply wish to make a few inquiries, and then return from whence she came? Would she be content with a few more or less civil words being spoken to her at the partly open door, or would she insist on entering and being allowed to visit Cuthbert Grahame in his room? In that case Isabel"s domination would be at an end. The chances were that those two had but to exchange half-a-dozen words, and the castle which she had already in imagination builded would resolve itself into an edifice even less substantial than a house of cards. The wild scheme of which she had conceived the embryo would never move from that condition. The situation out of which she had determined to wrest a great opportunity would be there and then at an end if Margaret Wallace won her way past that front door.
But would she win it? The fates were on Isabel"s side. Nannie upstairs helpless in her bed; Cuthbert Grahame still more helpless in his; the two girls out--Margaret Wallace would have to reckon with her. Isabel overrated herself if, in such a contest as was likely to ensue, she did not prove the better of the pair.
A sudden thought occurring to her she hurried into the hall. By some fortunate chance the front door was closed, so that she remained unseen by the approaching visitor. She remembered that she had closed it when she herself had come in; as a rule it stood wide open. If it had been then it would have been impossible for her to perform the part she proposed to play. As soon as she reached it she turned the key--only just in time.
Within thirty seconds the handle was tried by some one on the other side.
"That settles it," observed Isabel to herself. "I didn"t look at the face in the miniature so closely as all that, it was the setting which occupied me. I might have mistaken the likeness, and it mightn"t have been Margaret Wallace after all. But the style in which she turned that handle gives her away. She"s come in and out of this house too often not to be aware that, even if the door does happen to be shut, you"ve only got to turn the handle to come in. When she found that it wouldn"t open, I"ll bet that she had a bit of a shock. Holloa! it seems that she can"t believe it now. I daresay it"s the first time in all her life that she"s found that door closed against her."
Something of the kind did seem possible. The person on the other side was giving the handle various twists and turns, as if unable to credit that the door was actually locked. It was only after continued efforts that the fact was realised. There was an interval, as if the person without was considering the position.
"Now what"ll she do?" wondered Isabel. "Go round to the back, and see if she can"t get in that way? She won"t think it a possible thing that both doors can be locked. The odds are that she"s come in one way as often as the other. She won"t come in that way this time, and so I"ll show her."
On stealthy feet Isabel, stealing to the back of the house, both locked and bolted the door which gave ingress to the house on that side. As she was ramming the top bolt home a bell clanged through the house followed by the rat-tat-tat of a knocker.
"So she"s concluded not to give herself the trouble of trying the back door, at least for the present. Now what"ll I do? One thing"s sure, I"m not going to be in any haste to answer either her ringing or her knocking. Possibly if no one does answer she"ll be tricked into thinking the house is empty." The bell and knocker were audible again.
"She"s pretty impatient; she doesn"t give a person over-much time to answer, even if one wanted to. What a row that bell does make--sounds as if it were rusty. I daresay it isn"t rung more than once a year. It"ll startle those two upstairs--it"s a time since they heard it. There she is again. She"ll hurt that bell if she isn"t careful. I"d like to hurt her--if she doesn"t watch out I will before she"s finished. That"s right, my dear, give another pull at it! Pretty rough on Grahame. If he only knew who was ringing what wouldn"t he give to get at her--especially if he understood that this is the only chance he"ll ever have; and to have to lie there like a log, and let it slip between his fingers! As for Nannie--that old woman"s got the nose of a bloodhound--I shouldn"t be surprised if she smells who"s at the door. If she does I shouldn"t wonder if, broken leg or no broken leg, she tumbles out of bed and tries to get down somehow to open it. She hadn"t better. She"ll break it again if she does--if I have to help her do it! No one"s going to interfere with that door but me! I"m not going to have her hammering and clanging till those two girls come back, that won"t suit my book at all. And as she looks like doing it the sooner I get rid of her the better."
The upper panels of the front door were of coloured gla.s.s, the panes, which were of different hues, shapes and sizes, being set in leaden frames. While it was possible for whoever was within to obtain a vague impression of some one without, it was impossible for whoever was without to see anything of the person within. It was of this fact that the quick-witted Isabel proposed to take advantage. Among the various accomplishments which fitted her, in her opinion, to shine in the halls was that of mimicry. Drawing close up to the gla.s.s panels she exclaimed, in tones which were intended to represent the broken-legged Nannie"s--
"Who"s that as wants to break the bell of a decent body"s house?"
That the a.s.sumption was not entirely unsuccessful was shown by the response which came instantly from the other side of the door.
"Is that you, Nannie? You silly old thing! Where have you been? What have you been doing? And why have you locked this door?--open it at once!"
"And to whom will I open it, please?"
There came a peal of girlish laughter as a prelude to this reply.
"Nannie, you are an old stupid! Do you mean to say that you don"t recognise my voice as well as I do yours? Why, I"m Meg come back to see you again!--open the door at once, you goose!"
"I"ll no open the door this day."
"Nannie!"
"Margaret Wallace, I tell you I"ll no open the door for you this day, so back you go from where you came."
"Nannie! how can you speak to me like that! How dare you!"
"I"m but obeying Mr. Cuthbert"s orders, and it"s not fear of you that"ll stay me from doing that."
"Do you mean to tell me that Cuthbert Grahame forbade you to let me into the house?"
"He did a great deal more. He said that if you ever came near it he"d bring half-a-dozen dogs to set them at you. So take yourself off, and be quick about it."
"But, Nannie, I don"t understand."
"None of your lies! It"s plain enough! So be off to where you"re wanted--if it"s anywhere."
"But, Nannie, what have I done that you should speak to me like this? You always used to take my part."