First of all, a pistol, and whether loaded or not he deferred for the moment to examine.
Next, four small but heavy canvas bags, each tied about the neck with a leathern thong. By the weight and the look, and also by the sound of them when shaken, they contained money.
Next, a pair of rubber-soled Blucher boots.
Next, a small square case, which he opened and found to contain a pocket-compa.s.s.
Next, a pair of night-gla.s.ses.
Next, a neck-comforter of knitted gray worsted
And, lastly, a folded map.
While he made this inventory, Doctor Unonius kept Dapple at a standstill; for thus only was he secure of hearing the smallest sound on the road behind. But now he judged it prudent to put another half a mile at least between him and pursuit, and so, replacing the lamp and hastily repacking the bag--with all but the pistol, which he kept handy on the seat beside him, and the map, which he thrust into the breast of his greatcoat--he urged the old horse into a fresh trot, nor pulled up again until he came to the glimmering white gate of Landeweddy Farm.
The courtlege of Landeweddy was hedged with tamarisks, now leafless, and through these, above the wall"s coping, the upper part of the house loomed an indistinct ma.s.s against the indigo-gray night.
No light showed anywhere--as why should the widow Tresize or her maid Tryphena be awake at such an hour? The doctor would have required sharp eyes indeed to note, as he drew rein, that the blind of an upper window at the south-east corner had been drawn aside an inch or so out of the perpendicular. Had he detected this, indeed, it would have meant no more than that the widow, awakened from her slumbers by the sound of wheels, had arisen to satisfy the curiosity natural to women.
But Doctor Unonius, noting it not, drew forth the map from the breast of his greatcoat, unfolded it, and was proceeding to study it, again by help of the lamp. He recognised it at first glance for a map of the coast and country about Polpeor, and for this he was prepared; but the same glance showed him a slip of paper pinned to the map"s left upper corner. The paper bore a scrawl in pencil, ill-written, but decipherable--
"Mrs Tresize at Landeweddy. 48. White gate, entrance back.
By Celler. Mem. I large chest. To be handled quick and hidn in orchd if necessry. Reported good money, but near. No help here but 1 servt maid."
Doctor Unonius stared at the paper, and from the paper lifted his eyes to stare at the black bulk of the farm-house buildings, the stretch of roof, the tall chimneys looming above the tamarisks.
But the close rays of the lamp dazzled his eyes, and he saw nothing-- nothing but the white gate glimmering at the end of the courtlege wall. While he peered and blinked, memory recalled to him old Mrs Puckey"s tale of the money-chest kept by the widow Tresize beneath her bed.
Mischief was brewing, beyond a doubt. Precisely what that mischief might be he could not determine. But somewhere behind him was a man--a stranger, dressed in woman"s clothes--making at dead of night for a house occupied by two women only; for a house that held money.
And this man had been carrying a bag which contained among other things a pistol, probably loaded, a pair of boots with rubber soles, a map, and a memorandum which said (and almost certainly with truth) that the house was unprotected save by one servant maid.
It was clear that he must call at once and give warning; that he must awaken the widow, at whatever cost to her nerves, and offer his protection. It might be that he had checkmated the ruffian and thrown him off his game. Very likely he had. A man with this evidence against him, and minus the pistol with which he had intended to do his infernal work, would--ten to one--be heading away from justice, and for dear life. Still, where so much was mystery, the doctor decided to take no risks. Whatever the event, his course of action--his only possible course--lay plain before him. Here of a sudden it occurred to Doctor Unonius that the man, though travelling alone, might be travelling to meet accomplices; and these accomplices might be hiding around and waiting, even at this moment.
He remembered that beyond the white gate a short farm-road led around to the back entrance of the building. With this new suspicion of a conspiracy in his mind, it cost him no small effort of courage to dismount, pistol in hand, from the gig and push the white gate open.
It fell back, as he remembered later, on a well-oiled hinge, and he stood aside while old Dapple, doubtless greatly wondering, obeyed his call and dragged the gig through. This was a nervous moment, for now the doctor could not rid himself of the apprehension that eyes might be watching him from behind the hedge. He remembered, too, that the widow Tresize kept a couple of sheep dogs, notoriously savage ones.
It was strange that they did not awake and give tongue.
On the thought of this, as Dapple drew the gig through the gateway, Doctor Unonius edged up close to the step. . . . It might be all very well for Odysseus to squat on the ground when attacked by the hounds of Eumaeus, but Odysseus had not the resource (perhaps better) of springing into a gig.
Idle precaution! The widow Tresize"s dogs were peradventure caught napping. At all events, neither one nor the other uttered a sound.
Doctor Unonius, wrenching a lamp from its socket, walked boldly forward at Dapple"s bit and, coming to the back entrance by the midden-yard, knocked boldly.
CHAPTER V.
To his surprise, within a few seconds a faint light shone through the c.h.i.n.k by the door-jamb, and he heard a footstep coming down the pa.s.sage. A bolt was withdrawn, very softly--the door opened--and Mrs Tresize herself confronted him.
She stood just within the threshold, holding a lamp high: and its rays, while they fell full on the doctor, causing him to blink, crossed the rays of his gig-lamp which showed him that, late though the hour was, she had as yet made no preparations for going to bed, even to the extent of taking off her jewellery. The base of the lamp, as its flames flickered in the draught, cast a waving shadow over the widow"s cap perched on her neatly coiled black tresses, and the same shadow danced across her jet-black eyes and left them staring at him, very bright and inquisitive. She wore a dress of stiff black silk with a somewhat coquettish ap.r.o.n; and about her neck a solid gold chain, thrice coiled, with a ma.s.sive locket pendant at her bosom. Above the locket was fastened a large memorial brooch with a framework of gold, a face of crystal and, behind the crystal, a weeping willow designed in somebody"s hair. Altogether the widow"s attire and array suggested that she had recently dismissed, or was even now expecting, company.
"Doctor Unonius?"
"You may well be surprised, madam--at this hour--"
"I did not send for you."
"No, madam; and you will be surprised when you learn the reason of this call--surprised but not (I beg) alarmed. To begin with, I have a pistol here and can, at the worst, protect you."
"Protect me?"
"I had best tell you my story, which is a sufficiently extraordinary one. I have been dining at Penalune--nay, madam, do not misunderstand me: I am as sober as a judge. On my homeward road I overtook a suspicious character, and certain evidence I managed to wrest from him leaves little doubt that robbery is intended here to-night, as it has actually been achieved elsewhere. The man, I should tell you--a powerful fellow--was dressed in woman"s apparel."
"Oh!" said Mrs Tresize shortly, and called down the pa.s.sage behind her--"Tryphena, come here!"
Without delay a middle-aged maid-servant appeared from a doorway that (as the doctor knew) led out of an inner kitchen. Two sheep dogs followed her growling, but at her command grew tractable and made no demonstration beyond running around the doctor and sniffing at his legs.
Tryphena, too--who, like her mistress, was fully dressed--betrayed no surprise. She had, in fact, been sent upstairs at the sound of wheels, and from behind a curtain had recognised Doctor Unonius as he examined the paper by the light of his gig-lamp.
"Tryphena, here"s Doctor Unonius, and he brings word we"re to be robbed and murdered in our beds."
"The Lord preserve us!" said Tryphena.
"Amen," said Mrs Tresize; "and meanwhile you"d best go and stable the horse while I hear particulars."
Tryphena slipped out into the yard, the sheep dogs following.
The doctor would have helped her, but she took the lamp from his hand, replaced it in its socket and set about unharnessing without further to-do, coaxing Dapple the while to stand steady.
"Tryphena understands horses," said Mrs Tresize. "Come indoors, please, and tell me all about it."
Doctor Unonius lifted out the incriminating bag and followed her along the pa.s.sage. She paused at the door of the best kitchen and pushed it wide. He looked in upon a bare but not uncheerful room, where a clean wood fire blazed on an open hearth and over the fire a kettle sang cosily. Gun-racks lined the walls, and dressers laden with valuable china, and these were seasonably adorned with sprigs of holly, ivy, and fir. A kissing-bush, even, hung from the bacon-rack that crossed the ceiling, with many hams wrapped in bracken, a brace of pheasants, and a "neck" of harvest corn elaborately plaited: and almost directly beneath it stood a circular table with a lamp and a set of dominoes, the half of them laid out in an unfinished game.
The floor was of slate but strewn with rugs, some of rag-work others of badgers" skins. A tall clock ticked sedately in a corner. On one side of the chimney a weather-gla.s.s depended, on the other a warming-pan--symbols, as it were, of conjugal interests, male and female, drawing together by the hearth.
Doctor Unonius felt an unwonted glow at the sight of this interior.
He could not but admire, too, the widow"s self-possession.
Instead of trembling and demanding explanations she suggested that a gla.s.s of hot brandy and water would do him no possible harm after his drive, and stepped to the corner cupboard without waiting for an answer. It was a piece of furniture of some value, lacquered over with Chinese figures in dusky gold. But the doctor"s gaze travelled rather to the gun-racks. He counted a dozen firearms, antique but serviceable, and suggested that, with powder and shot, Landeweddy was capable of standing a pretty stiff siege.
"I keep but two of them loaded," said the widow, and indicated them-- a large blunderbuss and a fowling-piece with an immensely long barrel; "but there"s powder and three sizes of shot in the right-hand drawer, there, below the dresser. You can charge the others, if you"ve a mind."
"My warning would hardly seem to have impressed you, madam."
"Oh yes, it has," answered Mrs Tresize, measuring out the brandy.
"But you see, doctor, one gets accustomed to fears, living in this lonely place; and with a man as protector one feels as safe as with a regiment."
"You flatter my ability, I fear," said the doctor. "I will do my best, of course: but I ought to warn you that I am no expert with firearms."
"I can help you with the loading," said Mrs Tresize. "But tell me the worst of the danger, please."
Doctor Unonius set the bag on the table, and unloaded its contents one by one while he told his story. The sight of the money-bags did not produce quite the thrill he had looked for, but she evinced a lively interest in the paper pinned to the map.