"Mr. Maxwell"s!" said the other, startled. "Is he in this affair too?"
"Yes; have you not heard? He came from Great Keynes this morning. Mr.
Lackington sent for him."
Mr. Buxton"s face grew dark.
"Ah yes, I see--a pretty revenge."
The magistrate was on the point of asking an explanation, for he felt on the best of terms again now with his prisoner, when there were footsteps outside and voices; and there stood four constables, with Nichol, Hubert Maxwell and Lackington in furious debate coming up the path behind.
They looked up suddenly, and saw the door open and the magistrate and his prisoner standing in the opening. The four constables stood waiting for further orders while their three chiefs came up.
"Now, now, now!" said Mr. Graves peevishly, "what is all this?"
"We have come to search this house, sir," said Nichol cheerfully.
"See here, sir," said Hubert, "have you given orders for this?"
"Enough, enough," said Lackington coolly. "Search, men."
The pursuivants advanced to the steps. Then Mr. Buxton turned fiercely on them all.
"See here!" he cried, and his voice rang out across the garden. "You bring me here, Mr. Graves, promising me a little peace and quietness, after your violent and unwarranted attack upon my house to-day. I have been patient and submissive to all suggestions; I leave my entire house at your disposal; I promise to lay no complaints before her Grace, so long as you will let me retire here till it is over--and now your men persecute me even here. Have you no mind of your own, sir?" he shouted.
"Really, sir----" began Hubert.
"And as for you, Mr. Maxwell," went on the other fiercely, "are you not content with your triumph so far? Cannot you leave me one corner to myself, or would your revenge be not full enough for you, then?"
"You mistake me, sir," said Hubert, making a violent effort to control himself; "I am on your side in this matter."
"That is what I am beginning to think," said Lackington insolently.
"You think!" roared Mr. Buxton; "and who the devil are you?"
"See here, gentlemen," said Mr. Nichol, "what is the dispute? Here is an empty house, Mr. Buxton tells us; and Mr. Maxwell tells us the same.
Well, then, let these honest fellows run through the empty house; it will not take ten minutes, and Mr. Buxton and his friend can take the air meanwhile. A-G.o.d"s name, let us not dispute over a trifle."
"Then, a-G.o.d"s name, let me go to my own house," bellowed Mr. Buxton, "and these gentlemen can have the empty house to disport themselves in till doomsday--or till her Grace looks into the matter"; and he made a motion to run down the steps, but his heart sank. Mr. Graves put out a deprecating hand and touched his arm; and Mr. Buxton very readily turned at once with a choleric face!
"No, no, no!" cried the magistrate. "These gentlemen are here on my warrant, and they shall not search the place. Mr. Buxton, I entreat you not to be hasty. Come back, sir."
Mr. Buxton briskly reascended.
"Well, then, Mr. Graves, I entreat you to give your orders, and let your will be known. I am getting hungry for my supper, too, sir. It is already an hour past my time."
"Sup in the house, sir," said Mr. Nichol smoothly, "and we shall have done by then."
Then Hubert blazed up; he took a step forward.
"Now, you fellow," he said to Nichol, "hold your d.a.m.ned tongue. Mr.
Graves and I are the magistrates here, and we say that this gentleman shall sup and sleep here in peace, so you may take your pursuivants elsewhere."
Lackington looked up with a smile.
"No, Mr. Maxwell, I cannot do that. These men are under my orders, and I shall leave two of them here and send another to keep your fellow company at the back, We will not disturb Mr. Buxton further to-night; but to-morrow we shall see."
Mr. Buxton paid no sort of further attention to him, but turned to the magistrates.
"Well, gentlemen, what is your decision?"
"You shall sleep here in peace, sir," said Mr. Graves resolutely. "I can promise nothing for to-morrow."
"Then will you kindly allow one of my men to bring me supper and a couch of some kind, and I shall be obliged if the ladies may sup with me."
"That they shall," a.s.sented Mr. Graves. "Mr. Maxwell, will you escort them here?"
Hubert, who was turning away, nodded and disappeared round the yew-hedge.
Lackington, who had been talking in an undertone to the pursuivants, now went up another alley with one of them and Mr. Nichol, and disappeared too in the gathering gloom of the garden. The other two pursuivants separated and each moved a few steps off and remained just out of sight.
Plainly they were to remain on guard. Mr. Buxton and the magistrate sat down on a couple of garden-chairs.
"That is an obstinate fellow, sir," said Mr. Graves.
"They are certainly both of them very offensive fellows, sir. I was astonished at your indulgence towards them."
The magistrate was charmed by this view of the case, and remained talking with Mr. Buxton until footsteps again were heard, and the two ladies appeared, with Hubert with them, and a couple of men carrying each a tray and the other necessaries he had asked for.
Mr. Buxton and the magistrate rose to meet the ladies and bowed.
"I cannot tell you," began their host elaborately, "what distress all this affair has given me. I trust you will forgive any inconvenience you may have suffered."
Both Isabel and Mary looked white and strained, but they responded gallantly; and as the table was being prepared the four talked almost as if there were no bitter suspense at three of their hearts at least. Mr.
Graves was nervous and uneasy, but did his utmost to propitiate Mary. At last he was on the point of withdrawing, when Mr. Buxton entreated him to sup with them.
"I must not," he said; "I am responsible for your property, Mr. Buxton."
"Then I understand that these ladies may come and go as they please?" he asked carelessly.
"Certainly, sir."
"Then may I ask too the favour that you will place one of your own men at the door who can conduct them to the house when they wish to go, and who can remain and protect me too from any disturbance from either of the two officious persons who were here just now?"
Mr. Graves, delighted at this restored confidence, promised to do so, and took an elaborate leave; and the three sat down to supper; the door was left open, and they could see through it the garden, over which veil after veil of darkness was beginning to fall. The servants had lighted two tapers, and the inside of the great room with its queer furniture of targets and flower-pots was plainly visible to any walking outside. Once or twice the figure of a man crossed the strip of light that lay across the gravel.
It was a strange supper. They said innocent things to one another in a tone loud enough for any to hear who cared to be listening, about the annoyance of it all, the useless damage that had been done, the warmth of the summer night, and the like, and spoke in low soundless sentences of what was in all their hearts.
"That red-faced fellow," said Mary, "would be the better of some manners.
(He is in the pa.s.sage below, I suppose.)"
"It is scarce an enn.o.bling life--that of a manhunter," said Mr. Buxton.