The lady stopped him; she drew out her purse.
"Here"s a sovereign. Now drive us to Pitmuir, and be as quick as you can."
The man examined the coin as well as he could in such a light; he even tested its quality with his teeth. Drawing a bag from some mysterious receptacle inside his waistcoat, he untied a piece of cord which tied it round the neck, placed the coin carefully within, feeling it to make sure that it was, retied the bag, and returned it to its place. These operations took some time; before they were concluded his two pa.s.sengers were more tired of waiting than he was. Mrs. Lamb mounted to the seat beside the driver. Mr. Luker scrambled into the vehicle itself.
There was nothing for him to do but to squat upon the floor, making himself as comfortable as he could by leaning his back against the side. Then the cart started.
The driver had been perfectly correct in stating that it was not a very good road. So far as could be judged in the mist and the darkness, when one had to rely entirely on the sense of feeling, it consisted for the most part of ruts and ditches. The springs upon which the body of the cart was hung were not very resilient, indeed they were rudimentary. Mrs. Lamb had all she could do to keep on the seat; the gentleman behind was shaken in such a style that he had traversed the whole interior of the vehicle before he had gone two miles. Considering all things, it was perhaps as well that the rate of progress was not more rapid, though the driver had a somewhat disconcerting knack when the road was excruciatingly bad of seeming to move faster than was absolutely necessary, and when it was comparatively smooth of going slower than he need. More than once Mrs. Lamb tried to engage him in conversation, putting questions to him on subjects on which she was particularly anxious to obtain information. She desired to know if Nannie Foreshaw was still in the flesh; how Dr. Twelves was getting on; if he yet practised, and so on. But the man either paid no heed at all, or, if he replied, his answers were of such an unsatisfactory nature, conveying such extremely unflattering allusions, that the lady was finally convinced that she had better remain, however unwillingly, in ignorance than attempt to obtain enlightenment from such an impossible quarter. She would have liked to have taken the fellow suddenly by the shoulders and flung him out of the cart.
He would possibly have found her capable of doing it. More than once she was on the point of making the effort, only an overwhelming consciousness of the greatness of the issue which was at stake restrained her.
At last, after what seemed very much more than an hour"s drive, he brought the vehicle to a sudden stop.
"You"ll get out here," he intimated to them curtly.
"Get out?" The lady peered about her through the mist and darkness. "This is not the house."
"Yon"s Pitmuir."
"Pitmuir? But I paid you to drive us to the house; I can see no signs of it."
"You did not. I"d not drive you to the house for a pocketful of money."
"What fresh trick are you going to try on now? And what tomfoolery are you talking?"
"It"s tomfoolery maybe, and maybe it isn"t. You said, carry you to Pitmuir, and I"ve carried you. Do you know they say that Cuthbert Grahame"s walking about among the trees, waiting in the avenue, looking for the woman who called herself his wife. Do you think I"ll take you to meet him? Not while I"ve my senses.
If you are set on meeting him, you"ll not meet him in my company--that"s my last word. Yon"s Pitmuir. That"s the gate in front, not a dozen yards from where we are--that"s nearer than I care for. You"ll just both of you get out."
CHAPTER x.x.xII
AT THE GATE
Verbal discussion was plainly useless; it was soon made sufficiently clear that nothing short of physical force would persuade that driver. Situated as they were it was not easy to see how they could resort to that method of convincing him of the error of his ways. Mrs. Lamb told him, with the lucidity of which under such circ.u.mstances she was past mistress, what she thought of him, and what treatment she would have accorded him if the conditions had only been a little different. In a tongue fight the man proved to be her match; he could pack at least as many disagreeable allusions into a sentence as she could. For ten minutes or a quarter of an hour they wrangled, then the driver delivered himself of an ultimatum.
"I"m not going to stay here all night listening to you. If you won"t get down I"ll drive you back. Now which is it to be? I"m off!"
"Off! Yes, you are off, as I"ll soon show you."
She showed him there and then. Whirling round on her seat, she gave the driver a sudden push; over he went on to the road.
s.n.a.t.c.hing the reins in one hand, the whip in the other, before he quite knew what had happened, she was urging the horse to pursue its onward career.
"Stop! stop!" he yelled. "I"m under the wheel! You"re driving over me!"
"Then if you don"t want me to drive over you, you"ll get from under the wheel; I"m going on."
"Are you? I"ll teach you, you----!"
The fellow"s language was full-blooded. Scrambling up as best he could, he made a vigorous attempt to board the vehicle and expel her from the seat she had usurped. She was not disposed to yield. Down came the whip upon his head and shoulders. There ensued a lively few moments.
"When you two have quite finished your little conversation perhaps you"ll let me know," groaned Mr. Luker from the rear.
The "little conversation" came to a rapid, and, perhaps on the whole, not surprising termination. The quadruped between the shafts, an animal apparently of the cart-horse kind, was, also apparently, a creature of an extremely patient disposition. But even the most enduring patience has its limits; that horse reached the end of his. Mrs. Lamb and the driver were, between them, tugging at the reins in a fashion to which he was, no doubt, entirely unaccustomed, while the whip-lash, when it missed the driver, occasionally alighted on the animal"s flanks.
Probably wholly at a loss to understand what was happening, not unreasonably the creature finally made up his mind that he had had enough of it, whatever it was. Suddenly the vehicle was set in motion; both parties persisting in sticking to the reins, and also, in a sense, to each other, the course steered was of the most erratic kind. Before the horse had gone very far there was a lurch which was more ominous than any which had gone before, and they had been pregnant with meaning; the cart was turned clean over; the three persons concerned were thrown out of it.
Mr. Luker was the first to give expression to his feelings.
Clinging to the side as the thing went over, he had alighted with comparative gentleness on the ground.
"I"m alive," he announced. "I don"t know if any one else is."
It seemed that the lady was in the same, so far as it went, satisfactory condition.
"There"s not much the matter with me. I"m a bit shaken, and my clothes are all anyhow; my hat"s torn right off my head--but that doesn"t matter."
"Where"s the driver? Driver, where are you?" There was no answer. "That extremely civil gentleman seems disposed to be a little more silent than he was just now. Driver!"
"It"ll serve him right if he"s killed. Hollo, I"ve just stepped on him; he"s lying on the road. Driver!" Still no answer.
"Stunned; lost his senses or something--not that he"d many senses to lose--cantankerous brute!"
"It"s to be hoped that he hasn"t lost them for ever, It"ll be awkward for us if he has--especially for you. Your popularity in this neighbourhood does not appear to be so great that you can afford to throw any of it away."
"Confound my popularity! What do I care if I"m popular? If that brute is killed he brought it on himself; if I"d wrung his neck for him it"d have been no more than he deserved. I"ve got a lantern in my bag. I knew what sort of a hole, and what sort of beasts, I was coming to, and guessed that I"d better be prepared for the worst. If it isn"t smashed to splinters I"ll light it and have a look at him--you can see nothing in this darkness."
The lantern was not broken. Presently its rays were illuminating the surrounding gloom. She turned them on to the rec.u.mbent figure, not showing too much sympathy as she did so.
"Now then--move yourself! Don"t pretend you"re dead--I know better." Possibly by way of exhibiting her superior knowledge, she shook him by the shoulder. He groaned; she chose to interpret the sound as having a favourable significance. "He"s not dead; he"s all right. Broken a bone, or put his shoulder out, or something. He won"t hurt if we leave him here; we could do nothing for him if we wanted to. Let"s see what"s happened to the cart."
It was not difficult to do that; the explanation of what had occurred was almost painfully simple. The horse, influenced by such eccentric guidance, had conducted the vehicle into a ditch.
The jolt of the sudden descent had loosened one of the wheels; it lay in one direction, the cart in another. The question as to whether they were or were not to drive in it up to the house was finally settled. The horse, seemingly none the worse for his little experience, making no attempt to get up, reclined at his ease between the shafts, apparently under the not erroneous impression that he was as comfortable there as anywhere else.
Mrs. Lamb recognised that, so far as any more riding was concerned, the fates were against her.
"We shall have to walk," she observed. "It"s not so very far from here, along the avenue. Here"s the gate."
She went to the gate, revealing its whereabouts by the light of her lantern. Mr. Luker moving towards her, spoke in lowered tones.
"Without wishing to alarm you unnecessarily, or endorsing your coachman"s remarks about Mr. Cuthbert Grahrame"s singular habits, I may tell you that my impression is that if he isn"t walking about among the trees, somebody is."
"Luker, don"t talk like that! Don"t be a fool."
"If I weren"t a fool I doubt if I should be here with you now; but, apart from that, I can only inform you that for some time I have had a suspicion that our movements were being observed by some one among the trees, who can see us better than we could see him, and who was taking a lively interest in all that was occurring."
"Luker, how do you know? How could you tell?"
"By the sense of sound; I wasn"t so absorbed in fighting the driver. That some one, or something, has been moving among the trees, keeping pace with us as we went, I"ll swear, and I don"t think it was an animal."
"Speak plainly; what do you mean?"
"I think it possible that you and I are the objects of a conspiracy--especially you. Every step you take you are walking farther and farther into the trap which Miss Margaret Wallace has set for you."