Further inquiry proved, however, that a tall gypsy woman had been seen prowling about that morning; and suspicion instantly fastened on her.
Servants were sent out right and left; but nothing discovered; and the agonized mother, terrified out of her wits, had Falcon telegraphed to immediately.
He came galloping down that very evening, and heard the story. He galloped into Gravesend, and after seeing the police, sent word out he should advertise. He placarded Gravesend with bills, offering a reward of a thousand pounds, the child to be brought to him, and no questions asked.
Meantime the police and many of the neighboring gentry came about the miserable mother with their vague ideas.
Down comes Falcon again next day; tells what he has done, and treats them all with contempt. "Don"t you be afraid, Mrs. Staines," said he.
"You will get him back. I have taken the sure way. This sort of rogues dare not go near the police, and the police can"t find them. You have no enemies; it is only some woman that has fancied a beautiful child. Well, she can have them by the score, for a thousand pounds."
He was the only one with a real idea; the woman saw it, and clung to him. He left late at night.
Next morning out came the advertis.e.m.e.nts, and he sent her a handful by special messenger. His zeal and activity kept her bereaved heart from utter despair.
At eleven that night came a telegraph:--
"I have got him. Coming down by special train."
Then what a burst of joy and grat.i.tude! The very walls of the house seemed to ring with it as a harp rings with music. A special train, too!
he would not let the mother yearn all night.
At one in the morning he drove up with the child and a hired nurse.
Imagine the scene! The mother"s screams of joy, her furious kisses, her cooing, her tears, and all the miracles of nature at such a time. The servants all mingled with their employers in the general rapture, and Emily, who was pale as death, cried and sobbed, and said, "Oh, ma"am, I"ll never let him out of my sight again, no, not for one minute."
Falcon made her a signal, and went out. She met him in the garden.
She was much agitated, and cried, "Oh, you did well to bring him to-day.
I could not have kept it another hour. I"m a wretch."
"You are a good kind girl; and here"s the fifty pounds I promised you."
"Well, and I have earned it."
"Of course you have. Meet me in the garden to-morrow morning, and I"ll show you you have done a kind thing to your mistress, as well as me. And as for the fifty pounds, that is NOTHING; do you hear? it is nothing at all, compared with what I will do for you, if you will be true to me, and hold your tongue."
"Oh! as for that, my tongue shan"t betray you, nor shame ME. You are a gentleman, and I do think you love her, or I would not help you."
So she salved her nursemaid"s conscience--with the help of the fifty pounds.
The mother was left to her rapture that night. In the morning Falcon told his tale.
"At two P.M. a man had called on him, and had produced one of his advertis.e.m.e.nts, and had asked him if that was all square--no bobbies on the lurk. "All square, my fine fellow." "Well," said he, "I suppose you are a gentleman." "I am of that opinion too." "Well, sir," says he, "I know a party as has FOUND a young gent as comes werry nigh your advertis.e.m.e.nt." "It will be a very lucky find to that party," I said, "if he is on the square." "Oh, WE are always on the square, when the blunt is put down." "The blunt for the child, when you like, and where you like," said I. "You are the right sort," said he. "I am," replied I.
"Will you come and see if it is all right?" said he. "In a minute," said I. Stepped into my bedroom, and loaded my six-shooter."
"What is that?" said Lusignan.
"A revolver with six barrels: by the by, the very same I killed the lion with. Ugh! I never think of that scene without feeling a little quiver; and my nerves are pretty good, too. Well, he took me into an awful part of the town, down a filthy close, into some boozing ken--I beg pardon, some thieves" public-house."
"Oh, my dear friend," said Rosa, "were you not frightened?"
"Shall I tell you the truth, or play the hero? I think I"ll tell YOU the truth. I felt a little frightened, lest they should get my money and my life, without my getting my G.o.dson: that is what I call him now. Well, two ugly dogs came in, and said, "Let us see the flimsies, before you see the kid."
""That is rather sharp practice, I think," said I; "however, here"s the swag, and here"s the watch-dog." So I put down the notes, and my hand over them with my revolver c.o.c.ked, and ready to fire."
"Yes, yes," said Rosa pantingly. "Ah, you were a match for them."
"Well, Mrs. Staines, if I was writing you a novel, I suppose I should tell you the rogues recoiled; but the truth is they only laughed, and were quite pleased. "Swell"s in earnest," said one, "Jem, show the kid." Jem whistled, and in came a great tall black gypsy woman, with the darling. My heart was in my mouth, but I would not let them see it. I said, "It is all right. Take half the notes here, and half at the door."
They agreed, and then I did it quick, walked to the door, took the child, gave them the odd notes, and made off as fast as I could, hired a nurse at the hospital--and the rest you know."
"Papa," said Rosa, with enthusiasm, "there is but one man in England who would have got me back my child, and this is he."
When they were alone, Falcon told her she had said words that gladdened his very heart. "You admit I can carry out one half of his wishes?" said he.
Mrs. Staines said "Yes," then colored high; then, to turn it off, said, "But I cannot allow you to lose that large sum of money. You must let me repay you."
"Large sum of money!" said he. "It is no more to me than sixpence to most people. I don"t know what to do with my money; and I never shall know, unless you will make a sacrifice of your own feelings to the wishes of the dead. O Mrs. Staines--Rosa, do pray consider that a man of that wisdom sees the future, and gives wise advice. Sure am I that, if you could overcome your natural repugnance to a second marriage, it would be the best thing for your little boy--I love him already as if he were my own--and in time would bring you peace and comfort, and some day, years hence, even happiness. You are my only love; yet I should never have come to you again if HE had not sent me. Do consider how strange it all is, and what it points to, and don"t let me have the misery of losing you again, when you can do no better now, alas! than reward my fidelity."
She was much moved at this artful appeal, and said, "If I was sure I was obeying his will. But how can I feel that, when we both promised never to wed again?"
"A man"s dying words are more sacred than any other. You have his letter."
"Yes, but he does not say "marry again.""
"That is what he meant, though."
"How can you say that? How can you know?"
"Because I put the words he said to me together with that short line to you. Mind, I don"t say that he did not exaggerate my poor merits; on the contrary, I think he did. But I declare to you that he did hope I should take care of you and your child. Right or wrong, it was his wish, so pray do not deceive yourself on that point."
This made more impression on her than anything else he could say, and she said, "I promise you one thing, I will never marry any man but you."
Instead of pressing her further, as an inferior artist would, he broke into raptures, kissed her hand tenderly, and was in such high spirits, and so voluble all day, that she smiled sweetly on him, and thought to herself, "Poor soul! how happy I could make him with a word!"
As he was always watching her face--a practice he carried further than any person living--he divined that sentiment, and wrought upon it so, that at last he tormented her into saying she would marry him SOME DAY.
When he had brought her to that, he raged inwardly to think he had not two years to work in; for it was evident she would marry him in time.
But no, it had taken him more than four months, close siege, to bring her to that. No word from Phoebe. An ominous dread hung over his own soul. His wife would be upon him, or, worse still, her brother d.i.c.k, who he knew would beat him to a mummy on the spot; or, worst of all, the husband of Rosa Staines, who would kill him, or fling him into a prison.
He MUST make a push.
In this emergency he used his ally, Mr. Lusignan; he told him Mrs.
Staines had promised to marry him, but at some distant date. This would not do; he must look after his enormous interests in the colony, and he was so much in love he could not leave her.
The old gentleman was desperately fond of Falcon, and bent on the match, and he actually consented to give his daughter what Falcon called a little push.
The little push was a very great one, I think.
It consisted in directing the clergyman to call in church the banns of marriage between Reginald Falcon and Rosa Staines.