"It"s nice to have confidence in people, don"t you think so?" she questioned, demurely.
"It is, Miss; it"s a terrible comfort."
"Some people repeat everything they hear. But you and I can trust each other, eh, Micah?"
"I could trust you with uncounted gold, Miss," and Micah stuck his fork into the ground, with an energy that was meant to give emphasis to his a.s.sertion.
For awhile they talked about St. Gaved folks in general, but gradually Madeline led the conversation round to Rufus Sterne and the quarrel outside the Lodge gates.
"Mr. Sterne was not drunk, of course!" Madeline suggested, innocently.
"Well, no, I shouldn"t say as how he was, though he might have been."
"Exactly. Now, between ourselves, Micah, how did the quarrel begin?"
"Well, Miss, just between you and me, it was this way," and Micah raised his head and looked cautiously around him.
"There"s no one to hear what you are saying," Madeline said, encouragingly.
"One can never be too careful, Miss; but as I was saying, I went out to close the gate after the Captin, and he hadn"t gone many yards, before I heard "im shout out to somebody."
"Yes? What did he say?"
"Well. I don"t remember his words exact. But there"s no doubt he meant you, Miss."
"Me, Micah?"
Micah nodded and smiled. "I should have felt just the same, Miss."
"I"m sure you would, Micah."
""You scoundrel,"" he said, "or words like "em. "You"re loiterin" round here again to waylay her an" poison her mind.""
"And what did the other say?"
"Oh! he up and says it was a lie right out to "is face."
"Did he, really?"
"It"s gospel truth, Miss; and of course the Captin, bein" insulted like that, let fly at "im."
"Do you wonder, Micah?"
"I don"t, Miss. But lor", that young Sterne is a terrible strong and "andsome young fellow, and he gived the Captin beans in two seconds."
"What a shame!"
"Of course, Miss, it"s natural that you and me should side with the Captin; but after all, it"s human natur" to hit back again, ain"t it?"
"Yes, I suppose it is. But what happened after that?"
"Oh! the Captin cried out, "Martin, come and take away this drunken brute, or he"ll murder me.""
"Of course, the Captain was bound to believe he was drunk?"
"Well, he was bound to say so, Miss," Micah answered, with a twinkle in his eyes. "It "ud never do to own he was beaten by a man as was sober in a stand up fight--and he a sodger."
"Of course not, though you must admit, Micah, that the Captain was at a disadvantage if the other was sober."
"That"s what I"ve said to myself, Miss, fact is, Sterne was much too sober. He was just as cool as a cuc.u.mber, and then he"s a younger man than the Captin."
"But the Captain got the best of it in the end," she said, with a tone of triumph in her voice.
"That he did, Miss. He got his revenge sharp, sudden an" complete."
"The right nearly always wins in the end, Micah. But mind you don"t repeat a word of our conversation this afternoon."
"Me, Miss? You should see me gibbeted first."
Madeline walked out of the kitchen garden in a very sober mood. The suspicion that had been haunting her mind for weeks was crystallising rapidly into a certainty. The admissions of Micah threw a new and sinister light on the entire situation. The underlying motive had been laid bare as in a flash, and Gervase stood revealed in his true colours.
They were starting for the South of France in a week or so. She thought she saw now the reason of that particular move. She would not act precipitately, however. She would keep her eyes and ears open and her mouth shut. It might be possible, with a little diplomacy, to get the truth out of Tim Polgarrow as she had got it out of Micah Martin; but there was no time to be wasted if she was to accomplish her purpose.
She was more than usually gracious with Gervase that evening, and in the highest spirits. She rattled off waltzes on the piano, and sang any number of cheery and sentimental songs. Gervase found the songs for her, and stood behind and turned the leaves.
He felt that he was making headway rapidly. Now that Rufus Sterne was disgraced and out of the way, he had no rival; there was no one to distract her thoughts from him, and he flattered himself that something of the old feeling of hero-worship was coming back to her.
He had given up pressing her to marry him, given up playing the part of injured and broken-hearted lover, and entertained her instead with stories of his exploits in India. And, generally speaking, he told his stories well, making light of his own courage and powers of endurance, and treating heroism as though it were an ordinary, common-place quality of every soldier.
He had very little doubt that when he got her out of England she would consent to an engagement, and Sir Charles, who had watched carefully the progress of affairs, was of the same opinion.
On the day following her conversation with Micah, Madeline tried to get an interview with Tim Polgarrow. She had seen Tim two or three times, and had made up her mind as to the kind of man he was and the kind of tactics she would have to adopt.
Had she been a man she would have gone into the public-house and demanded an interview with him, but being a girl such a course was impossible. So she had to wait on the chapter of accidents, and fortune did not appear to favour her. She rode past the "Three Anchors" on several occasions, but Tim kept persistently out of sight. She began at last to fear that the opportunity would never come, and that the particular information she wanted would be denied her.
In her heart she had little doubt of the truth of the accusation Rufus had flung out on the day of the trial--that Tim had been bribed to swear a falsehood. But she wanted direct evidence. She was anxious to be just to Gervase, whatever happened.
On the day before leaving home she resolved on more direct measures.
Getting her horse saddled, she rode straight away to the "Three Anchors"
and knocked loudly on the front door with the handle of her riding-crop.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "HAD MADELINE FIRED A REVOLVER HE COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE STARTLED."]
A young man with a thick crop of reddish-brown hair, and a blue ap.r.o.n tied round his waist, appeared at length from the recesses of the tavern.
"Can I have a drink of barley-water for my horse?" she inquired.
"Yes, miss; I"ll fetch it in a minute."