"I"ll let you have it back by then," said the other. And taking the unwieldy tool from Jim"s hands, he walked with it towards the house.
No sooner was he out of sight, however, than he dropped down upon a knee and looked furtively about him, as if to satisfy himself that he was not observed. Then he thrust the crowbar down a rabbit-hole, the mouth of which he covered over with several fronds of bracken. That done, he walked quickly towards the house.
That night, towards midnight, when everyone else in Friar"s Court was sound asleep, Captain Carl von Hardenberg sat, fully dressed, at the foot of his bed with a cigar between his lips. He had taken off his dress-coat and put on an old Norfolk jacket. On his feet he wore long gum-boots, into which he had tucked his trousers. He sat looking at the clock, which was but dimly visible upon the mantelpiece through the clouds of tobacco-smoke with which the room was filled.
Presently the clock struck twelve, and at that von Hardenberg rose to his feet and went on tiptoe to the door. Without a sound he pa.s.sed out, walked quickly down the pa.s.sage, and descended the back stairs to the kitchen. With nervous hands he opened the scullery door, and then paused to listen. Hearing no sound, he stepped quickly into the yard.
He walked rapidly past the lawns which lie between Friar"s Court and the woods. Once inside the woods, he immediately sought out the path that led straight to the bungalow. He had some difficulty in finding the rabbit-hole in which he had hidden the crowbar, and only succeeded in doing so with the aid of a lighted match. It was the flare of this match that attracted Jim Braid, who was again on duty in this part of the estate.
Von Hardenberg, the crowbar in his hand, approached the bungalow. With all his strength he drove the crowbar between the door and the jamb, and with one wrench broke open the lock.
In his uncle"s study he lit the oil lamp that stood upon the central table. He was surprised to see that the Judge had again left his cash-box on the desk. The cash-box, however, was not his business; he was determined to possess himself of the Sunstone.
He had provided himself with a bunch of skeleton keys. Those whose business it is to employ Government spies are not infrequently provided with such things. After several futile attempts he succeeded in opening the third drawer in the cabinet. Then, with the precious stone in his hand, he rushed to the lamp and examined the Sunstone in the light.
"Now," he cried--he was so excited that he spoke aloud--"now for the German Cameroons!"
And scarcely had he said the words than he looked up, and there in the doorway was Jim Braid, the gamekeeper"s son.
"Hands up!" cried Braid, bringing his gun to his shoulder.
Captain von Hardenberg looked about him like a hunted beast.
"Don"t be a fool!" he exclaimed. "You know who I am!"
"Yes, I do," said Braid; "and you"re up to no good. Hands up, I say!"
Von Hardenberg held up his hands, and then tried to laugh it off.
"You"re mad!" said he more quietly. "Surely you don"t imagine I"m a thief?"
"I"m not given much to imagining things," said Braid. "All I know is, you broke in here by force."
As he was speaking, before the last words had left his mouth, von Hardenberg, with a quick and desperate action, had seized the gun by the barrel. There followed a struggle, during which the gun went off.
There was a loud report and a piercing cry, and Jim Braid fell forward on his face. Even as he rolled over upon the ground, a black pool of blood spread slowly across the floor.
The Prussian went to the door and listened. He saw lights appear in the windows of the house, and one or two were thrown open. Near at hand he heard the strong voice of John Braid, the keeper, shouting to his son.
On the other side of the bungalow, an under-gamekeeper was hurrying to the place.
Von Hardenberg"s face was ashen white. His hands were shaking, his lips moving with strange, convulsive jerks.
He went quickly to the body of the unconscious boy, and, kneeling down, felt Braid"s heart.
"Thank Heaven," said he, "he is not killed."
And then a new fear possessed him. If Jim Braid was not dead, he would live to accuse von Hardenberg of the theft. The Prussian stood bolt upright, his teeth fastened on his under lip. The voices without were nearer to the house than before. He had not ten seconds in which to act.
Seizing the cash-box, he laid it on the ground and dealt it a shivering blow with the crowbar. The lid flew open, and the contents--a score of sovereigns--were scattered on the floor. These he gathered together and thrust into the pockets of the unconscious boy. Then he took the crowbar and closed Jim"s fingers about it. It was at that moment that John Braid, the gamekeeper, burst into the room.
"What"s this?" he cried.
"I regret to tell you," said Captain von Hardenberg, "that your son is a thief. I caught him red-handed."
CHAPTER IV--False Evidence
In less than a minute the bungalow was crowded. Close upon the head-gamekeeper"s heels came one of his a.s.sistants, and after him Mr.
Langton himself and Harry, followed by several servants from the house.
When John Braid heard von Hardenberg"s words, accusing his son of theft, it was as if a blow had been struck him. He looked about him like a man dazed, and then carried a hand across his eyes. Then, without a word, he went down upon his knees at his son"s side and examined the wounded boy.
"He"s not dead," said he in a husky voice. "I can feel his heart distinctly."
It was at this moment that the Judge rushed into the room. His bare feet were encased in bedroom slippers; he was dressed in a shirt and a pair of trousers.
"Whatever has happened?" he exclaimed.
He repeated the question several times before anyone answered, and by then the room was full. The chauffeur was sent back post-haste to the stables, with orders to drive for a doctor.
"How did it happen, John?" repeated Mr. Langton.
But the gamekeeper shook his head. He had the look of a man who is not completely master of his senses.
The Judge regarded his nephew.
"Carl," said he, "can you explain how this--accident occurred?"
"Certainly!" said von Hardenberg, who now realized, that to save himself, all his presence of mind was necessary.
"Then," said the Judge, "be so good as to do so."
"After my yesterday"s interview with you," von Hardenberg began, in tones of complete a.s.surance, "as you may imagine, I had several letters to write, and to-night I did not think of getting into bed till nearly twelve o"clock. Before I began to undress I went to the window and opened it. As I did so I saw a man cross the lawn and enter the woods.
As his conduct was suspicious, I took him for a poacher. As quickly as possible I left the house and walked in the direction I knew the man had taken."
"Why did not you wake any of us?" asked the Judge, who was in his own element, and might have been examining a witness in the box.
Von Hardenberg, however, did not appear to be the least alarmed. He answered his uncle slowly, but without the slightest hesitation.
"For the very simple reason," said he, "that I did not wish to make a fool of myself. I half expected that the man would prove to be a gamekeeper."
"Then why did you follow him?"
"For two reasons. First, because I wanted to satisfy myself as to who he was, and, secondly, because a man who has just learnt he is to remain a pauper for life does not, as a rule, feel inclined for sleep. I wanted to go out into the air."