He turned abruptly as he came into the b.u.t.tery pa.s.sage.
"All the women in the hall," he said sharply. "Jack, keep the door fast till we are done."
V
He took particular pains to do as little damage as possible.
First he went through the out-houses, himself with a pike testing the haystacks, where he was sure that no man could be hidden. The beasts turned slow and ruminating eyes upon him as he went by their stalls.
As he pa.s.sed, a little later, the inner door into the b.u.t.tery pa.s.sage, he could hear the beating of hands on the hall-door. He went on quickly to the kitchen, hating himself, yet determined to get all done quickly, and drove the kitchen-maid, who was crouching by the unlighted fire, out behind him, sending a man with her to bestow her in the hall. She wailed as she went by him, but it was unintelligible, and he was in no mood for listening.
"Take her in," he said; "but let no one out, nor a message, till all is done." (He thought that the kinder course.)
Then at last he went upstairs, still with his little bodyguard of four, of whom one was the man who had followed the fugitive down from the hills.
He began with the little rooms over the hall: a bedstead stood in one; in another was a table all piled with linen a third had its floor covered with early autumn fruit, ready for preserving. He struck on a panel or two as he went, for form"s sake.
As he came out again he turned savagely on the informer.
"It is d.a.m.ned nonsense," he said; "the fellow"s not here at all. I told you he"d have gone back to the hills."
The man looked up at him with a furtive kind of sneer in his face; he, too, was angry enough; the loss of the priest meant the loss of the heavy reward.
"We have not searched a room rightly yet, sir," he snarled. "There are a hundred places--"
"Not searched! You villain! Why, what would you have?"
"It"s not the manner I"ve done it before, sir. A pike-thrust here, and a blow there--"
"I tell you I will not have the house injured! Mistress Manners--"
"Very good, sir. Your honour is the magistrate.... I am not."
The old man"s temper boiled over. They were pa.s.sing at that instant a half-open door, and within he could see a bare little parlour, with linen presses against the walls. It would not hide a cat.
"Do you search, then!" he cried. "Here, then, and I will watch you! But you shall pay for any wanton damage, I tell you."
The man shrugged his shoulders.
"What is the use, then--" he began.
"Bah! search, then, as you will. I will pay."
The noise from the hall had ceased altogether as the four men went into the parlour. It was a plain little room, with an open fireplace and a great settle beside it. There were hangings here and there. That over the hearth presented Icarus in the chariot of the sun. It seemed such a place as that in which two lovers might sit and talk together at sunset.... In one place hung a dark oil painting.
The old man went across to the window and stared out.
The sun was up by now, far away out of sight; and the whole sunlit valley lay stretched beneath beyond the slopes that led down to Padley.
The loathing for his work rose up again and choked him--this desperate bullying of a few women; and all to no purpose. He stared out at the horses beneath, and at the couple of men gossiping together at their heads.... He determined to see Mistress Manners again alone presently, when she should be recovered, and have a word with her in private. She would forgive him, perhaps, when she saw him ride off empty-handed, as he most certainly meant to do.
He thought, too, of other things, this old man, as he stood, with his shoulders squared, resolute in his lack of attention to the mean work going on behind him.... He wondered whether G.o.d were angry or no.
Whether this kind of duty were according to His will. Down there was Padley, where he had heard ma.s.s in the old days; Padley, where the two priests had been taken a few weeks ago. He wondered--
"If it please your honour we will break in this panel," came the smooth, sneering voice that he loathed.
He turned sullenly.
They were opposite the old picture. Beneath it there showed a crack in the wainscoting.... He could scarcely refuse leave. Besides, the woodwork was flawed in any case--he would pay for a new panel himself.
"There is nothing there!" he said doubtfully.
"Oh, no, sir," said the man with a peculiar look. "It is but to make a show--"
The old man"s brows came down angrily. Then he nodded; and, leaning against the window, watched them.
One of his own men came forward with a hammer and chisel. He placed the chisel at the edge of the cracked panel, where the informer directed, and struck a blow or two. There was the unmistakable dull sound of wood against stone--not an echo of resonance. The old man smiled grimly to himself. The man must be a fool if he thought there could be any hole there!... Well; he would let them do what they would here; and then forbid any further damage.... He wondered if the priest really were in the house or no.
The two men had their heads together now, eyeing the crack they had made.... Then the informer said something in a low voice that the old man could not hear; and the other, handing him the chisel and hammer, went out of the room, beckoning to one of the two others that stood waiting at the door.
"Well?" sneered the old man. "Have you caught your bird?
"Not yet, sir."
He could hear the steps of the others in the next room; and then silence.
"What are they doing there?" he asked suddenly.
"Nothing, sir.... I just bade a man wait on that side."
The man was once more inserting the chisel in the top of the wainscoting; then he presently began to drive it down with the hammer as if to detach it from the wall.
Suddenly he stopped; and at the same instant the old man heard some faint, m.u.f.fled noise, as of footsteps moving either in the wall or beyond it.
"What is that?"
The man said nothing; he appeared to be listening.
"What is that?" demanded the other again, with a strange uneasiness at his heart. Was it possible, after all! Then the man dropped his chisel and hammer and darted out and vanished. A sudden noise of voices and tramplings broke out somewhere out of sight.
"G.o.d"s blood!" roared the old man in anger and dismay. "I believe they have the poor devil!"