"The Misses Moultrie, I suppose. How interesting! They must have loved the place before the country round about was built up."
"They were very fond of it indeed."
"I don"t wonder. So restful and sunny. I don"t see how they could have brought themselves to part with it."
Now it is one of the most constant peculiarities of the English that in polite conversation--and I had striven to be polite--no one ever does or sells anything for mere money"s sake.
"Miss Agnes--the youngest--fell ill" (he s.p.a.ced his words a little), "and, as they were very much attached to each other, that broke up the home."
"Naturally. I fancied it must have been something of that kind.
One doesn"t a.s.sociate the Staffordshire Moultries" (my Demon of Irresponsibility at that instant created "em), "with--with being hard up."
"I don"t know whether we"re related to them," he answered importantly.
"We may be, for our branch of the family comes from the Midlands."
I give this talk at length, because I am so proud of my first attempt at detective work. When I left him, twenty minutes later, with instructions to move against the owner of Holmescroft, with a view to purchase, I was more bewildered than any Doctor Watson at the opening of a story.
Why should a middle-aged solicitor turn plovers" egg colour and drop his jaw when reminded of so innocent and festal a matter as that no death had ever occurred in a house that he had sold? If I knew my English vocabulary at all, the tone in which he said the youngest sister "fell ill" meant that she had gone out of her mind. That might explain his change of countenance, and it was just possible that her demented influence still hung about Holmescroft; but the rest was beyond me.
I was relieved when I reached M"Leod"s City office, and could tell him what I had done--not what I thought.
M"Leod was quite willing to enter into the game of the pretended purchase, but did not see how it would help if I knew Baxter.
"He"s the only living soul I can get at who was connected with Holmescroft," I said.
"Ah! Living soul is good," said M"Leod. "At any rate our little girl will be pleased that you are still interested in us. Won"t you come down some day this week?"
"How is it there now?" I asked.
He screwed up his face. "Simply frightful!" he said. "Thea is at Droitwich."
"I should like it immensely, but I must cultivate Baxter for the present. You"ll be sure and keep him busy your end, won"t you?"
He looked at me with quiet contempt. "Do not be afraid. I shall be a good Jew. I shall be my own solicitor."
Before a fortnight was over, Baxter admitted ruefully that M"Leod was better than most firms in the business: We buyers were coy, argumentative, shocked at the price of Holmescroft, inquisitive, and cold by turns, but Mr. M"Leod the seller easily met and surpa.s.sed us; and Mr. Baxter entered every letter, telegram, and consultation at the proper rates in a cinematograph-film of a bill. At the end of a month he said it looked as though M"Leod, thanks to him, were really going to listen to reason. I was many pounds out of pocket, but I had learned something of Mr. Baxter on the human side. I deserved it. Never in my life have I worked to conciliate, amuse, and flatter a human being as I worked over my solicitor.
It appeared that he golfed. Therefore, I was an enthusiastic beginner, anxious to learn. Twice I invaded his office with a bag (M"Leod lent it) full of the spelicans needed in this detestable game, and a vocabulary to match. The third time the ice broke, and Mr. Baxter took me to his links, quite ten miles off, where in a maze of tramway lines, railroads, and nursery-maids, we skelped our divotted way round nine holes like barges plunging through head seas. He played vilely and had never expected to meet any one worse; but as he realised my form, I think he began to like me, for he took me in hand by the two hours together.
After a fortnight he could give me no more than a stroke a hole, and when, with this allowance, I once managed to beat him by one, he was honestly glad, and a.s.sured me that I should be a golfer if I stuck to it. I was sticking to it for my own ends, but now and again my conscience p.r.i.c.ked me; for the man was a nice man. Between games he supplied me with odd pieces of evidence, such as that he had known the Moultries all his life, being their cousin, and that Miss Mary, the eldest, was an unforgiving woman who would never let bygones be.
I naturally wondered what she might have against him; and somehow connected him unfavourably with mad Agnes.
"People ought to forgive and forget," he volunteered one day between rounds. "Specially where, in the nature of things, they can"t be sure of their deductions. Don"t you think so?"
"It all depends on the nature of the evidence on which one forms one"s judgment," I answered.
"Nonsense!" he cried. "I"m lawyer enough to know that there"s nothing in the world so misleading as circ.u.mstantial evidence. Never was."
"Why? Have you ever seen men hanged on it?"
"Hanged? People have been supposed to be eternally lost on it," his face turned grey again. "I don"t know how it is with you, but my consolation is that G.o.d must know. He must! Things that seem on the face of "em like murder, or say suicide, may appear different to G.o.d. Heh?"
"That"s what the murderer and the suicide can always hope--I suppose."
"I have expressed myself clumsily as usual. The facts as G.o.d knows "em--may be different--even after the most clinching evidence. I"ve always said that--both as a lawyer and a man, but some people won"t--I don"t want to judge "em--we"ll say they can"t--believe it; whereas I say there"s always a working chance--a certainty--that the worst hasn"t happened." He stopped and cleared his throat. "Now, let"s come on! This time next week I shall be taking my holiday."
"What links?" I asked carelessly, while twins in a perambulator got out of our line of fire.
"A potty little nine-hole affair at a hydro in the Midlands. My cousins stay there. Always will. Not but what the fourth and the seventh holes take some doing. You could manage it, though," he said encouragingly.
"You"re doing much better. It"s only your approach shots that are weak."
"You"re right. I can"t approach for nuts! I shall go to pieces while you"re away--with no one to coach me," I said mournfully.
"I haven"t taught you anything," he said, delighted with the compliment.
"I owe all I"ve learned to you, anyhow. When will you come back?"
"Look here," he began. "I don"t know, your engagements, but I"ve no one to play with at Burry Mills. Never have. Why couldn"t you take a few days off and join me there? I warn you it will be rather dull. It"s a throat and gout place-baths, ma.s.sage, electricity, and so forth. But the fourth and the seventh holes really take some doing."
"I"m for the game," I answered valiantly; Heaven well knowing that I hated every stroke and word of it.
"That"s the proper spirit. As their lawyer I must ask you not to say anything to my cousins about Holmescroft. It upsets "em. Always did. But speaking as man to man, it would be very pleasant for me if you could see your way to--"
I saw it as soon as decency permitted, and thanked him sincerely.
According to my now well-developed theory he had certainly misappropriated his aged cousins" monies under power of attorney, and had probably driven poor Agnes Moultrie out of her wits, but I wished that he was not so gentle, and good-tempered, and innocent eyed.
Before I joined him at Burry Mills Hydro, I spent a night at Holmescroft. Miss M"Leod had returned from her Hydro, and first we made very merry on the open lawn in the sunshine over the manners and customs of the English resorting to such places. She knew dozens of hydros, and warned me how to behave in them, while Mr. and Mrs. M"Leod stood aside and adored her.
"Ah! That"s the way she always comes back to us," he said. "Pity it wears off so soon, ain"t it? You ought to hear her sing "With mirth thou pretty bird.""
We had the house to face through the evening, and there we neither laughed nor sung. The gloom fell on us as we entered, and did not shift till ten o"clock, when we crawled out, as it were, from beneath it.
"It has been bad this summer," said Mrs. M"Leod in a whisper after we realised that we were freed. "Sometimes I think the house will get up and cry out--it is so bad."
"How?"
"Have you forgotten what comes after the depression?"
So then we waited about the small fire, and the dead air in the room presently filled and pressed down upon us with the sensation (but words are useless here) as though some dumb and bound power were striving against gag and bond to deliver its soul of an articulate word. It pa.s.sed in a few minutes, and I fell to thinking about Mr. Baxter"s conscience and Agnes Moultrie, gone mad in the well-lit bedroom that waited me. These reflections secured me a night during which I rediscovered how, from purely mental causes, a man can be physically sick; but the sickness was bliss compared to my dreams when the birds waked. On my departure, M"Leod gave me a beautiful narwhal"s horn, much as a nurse gives a child sweets for being brave at a dentist"s.
"There"s no duplicate of it in the world," he said, "else it would have come to old Max M"Leod;" and he tucked it into the motor. Miss M"Leod on the far side of the car whispered, "Have you found out anything, Mr.
Perseus?"
I shook my head.
"Then I shall be chained to my rock all my life," she went on. "Only don"t tell papa."
I supposed she was thinking of the young gentleman who specialised in South American rails, for I noticed a ring on the third finger of her left hand.