But there a yet greater astonishment awaited her. Jeremy"s grip did not loosen upon her wrist. He led her toward the half-ruined drawbridge. It was within a few steps of the sham, ivy-grown ruin where they had emerged.
Before her eyes the house of Deep Moat Grange, all along its first floor, blazed with the light of a great feast. Beneath and above all was dark. But the great drawing-room, the weaving-room, and Mr.
Stennis" bedroom seemed all filled with light.
Jeremy, who seemed to have eyes which saw in the dark, led her easily across the hall, up the staircase, in the completest darkness. Then at the top he suddenly threw the folding doors open, and with a certain formal parade of manners, announced: "Miss Elsie Stennis, of Deep Moat Grange."
Then laughing heartily at his wit, he entered after her, locking the door and pocketing the key. The large room was still ornamented in the old style, for the furniture within it had been taken over by Mr.
Stennis when he bought the property. Miss Orrin had arranged wax candles in all the many-bracketed chandeliers. With some strange idea of the fitness of things, she had ordered these to be made extra large, red, and fluted. Jeremy had lighted all these, and the wide saloon, with its central carpet and waxed borders, was as light as day.
On the table, just undone from its wrappings, lay a tinselled and silver melodeon of the latest type. It was the same that Mr.
Ablethorpe and I had seen Mad Jeremy buy that evening in our retail shop, and offer in payment the hundred-pound note.
Jeremy leaped upon the instrument, in three light, silent strides, like some graceful, dangerous animal. He swung it over his head with something like a cheer, and at once swept into a tide of melody. Elsie looked all about her. Nothing had been moved, save that on one of the sofas was the mark of muddy boots---Jeremy"s for certain. For it was to that place he betook himself now. All the rest of the chamber bore the mark of Miss Orrin"s careful hand, and her worst enemy did not deny that she was an excellent housekeeper.
"Where is my grandfather?" cried Elsie, in a pause of the stormy music.
Jeremy answered her by a simple c.o.c.k of the thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the door of the weaving-room.
"He went ben there a while syne to work a stent at your wedding quilt, my bonnie lamb!
"Oh, I shall be the bridegroom.
And ye shall be the bride!"
With a sudden lift of hope, Elsie listened for the well-known "caa" of her grandfather"s shuttle. What if only he were there! What if all the evil were quite untrue--the message that the hateful woman had brought on her way to school--was he not her own blood, the father of her mother? Surely he would save her! She moved toward the door with the instinct to call for help strong within her.
But instantly Mad Jeremy, who had been reclining carelessly on the sofa, motioned her away.
"Come nearer me," he commanded--"there, on the carpet by the fire, where Jeremy can see ye. Ah, it"s a grand thing to bring hame a bonnie la.s.s to her ain hoose--her hoose and mine!--
"I"se be the laird o"t, And she"ll be the leddy; She"ll be the minnie o"t, And I"se be the daddy!"
Elsie made a dash for the windows, as if to leap out upon the lawn, but the movements of the maniac were far faster. In the wink of an eyelid he had laid aside his melodeon and caught her again by the wrist.
"Na, na," he said, "the like o" that will never, never do! There"s nae sense in that ava"! See!"
And leading her to the window he showed her the bars which her grandfather had caused to be put up to guard his treasures. It was as difficult to get out of Deep Moat Grange as to get in. That was what it amounted to, and Elsie recognized it clearly and immediately.
"My grandfather!" she moaned, half crying with pain and disappointment.
"Where is he--I want to speak to my grandfather!"
Jeremy made a mysterious sign to command silence, pointed again over his shoulder at the door of the weaving-room, and answered--
"He ben there. But Hobby was in nae guid temper the last time I spak"
wi" him. It is better to let him come to a while. He aye does that at the weavin", when he is nettled at onything!"
"But I do not hear the shuttle," objected Elsie. "How am I to know he is there--that you are speaking the truth?"
"Oh, he will hae broken a thread--maybe the silver cord--ye ken he was rinnin" ane through and through, to gar the "Elsie Stennis" stand oot bonnie on the web! Ech, ay, the silver cord, the gowden bowl, the almond blossom--Hobby could weave them a"--terrible grand at the weavin" is Hobby. But he"s an auld man! Maybe he will hae rested a wee. He has but yae candle. Plenty enough, says you, for an auld man.
He"ll hae fa"en asleep amang the bonnie napery, wi" his head on the beam and his hand that tired it wadna caa the shuttle ony mair!"
Then suddenly the madman took another thought.
"But what am I thinkin" on?" he cried. "The world is not for dune auld dotards, but for young folk--young folk--braw folk--rich folk like you and me, Elsie! See to that!"
He drew out the same large pocket-book that had dazzled the eyes of our shopmen at Yarrow"s, and opening it, showed Elsie the rolls and rolls of notes, all of high denominations unseen before in Breckonside.
"There"s a fortune there, la.s.sie," he said, "a" made by Jeremy--every penny o"t by Jeremy, for you and me, hinny! It bocht the melodeon here, that Hobby wadna gie this puir lad a shilling for. And it will mak" you the bonniest and the brawest wife i" the parish! Hark ye to that, Elsie! There"s a fair offer for ye, the like o" that ye never heard! But noo, the nicht is afore us. I will pipe to ye, and ye shall dance. Oh, but though I say it that shouldna--ye are fell bonnie when ye dance!
"Jeremy"s heart gangs oot to ye then. If onybody was to look at ye--that much--fegs, Jeremy wad put a knife into him--ay, ay, and the thing wadna be to dae twice! Oh, there"s a heap o" braw lads in Breckonside that wadna be the waur o" a bluid lettin"! There"s that upsettin" young Joe Yarrow for yin. I saw him the night standin"
watchin" me as I was payin" for the melodeon, as if the siller was counterfeit! Certes, if Jeremy likit he could buy up the Yarrows ten times ower, faither and son!"
Then as the madman went off toward the door he lifted his finger with the half-playful air with which one admonishes a child.
"Jeremy can trust ye?" he queried. "Ay, ay, forbye the windows are barred, and the granddad has his door locked--that I ken weel. He aye sleeps best that gate! Bide here like a denty quean--wait for Jeremy.
He will bring in the feast, the grand banquet in the cups o" silver an"
gowd, the white wine and the reid--the best baker"s bread, honey frae the kame, and a" the denty devices o" the King"s ain pastry-cook--that were bocht for coined siller in Breckonside! Then, after the feast ye shall dance--dance, Elsie, as danced that other bonnie quean they caaed the dochter o" Herodias. Eh, but she maun hae made thae soldiers of Herod and thae grand wise-like lords yerk and fidge juist to watch her.
But, for your dance, Elsie la.s.sie. Gin ye be a wise bairn and dance it bonnie, Jeremy will gie ye, no the half o" his kingdom, but the hale!
Ay, Jeremy"s kingdom a" complete!"
And again he slapped his pocket into which he had slipped the fat pocket-book.
He was gone. Elsie waited one palpitating minute after he had locked the door. She could hear the sound of his feet descending the stairs.
They died away. She listened yet a while longer, lest, with maniac cunning, he should return for the purpose of catching her in the act of disobedience. But the heavy clanging of a door and the screech of the great key in the lock warned her that it must be now or never.
Elsie flew to the door of the weaving-room. She would find Mr.
Stennis. She would throw herself upon his mercy. She did not believe--she could not believe that he knew anything of the treatment she had undergone during the past months.
"Grandfather, grandfather!" she whispered hoa.r.s.ely, knocking on the panel. "Open, it is I--Elsie Stennis! Save me, save me!"
But there was no reply--only silence, and the scurry of a rat behind the wainscot.
She called again, louder than before.
"Grandfather, grandfather! Quick; he will come back! Save me, grandfather!"
But there was utter silence. Even the rat had found a shelter.
Swiftly Elsie stooped. The doors of the old houses of the date of Deep Moat Grange have roomy keyholes. Elsie set her eye to the one which she found empty of a key.
She saw the most part of a bare room--at least, the illuminated square about the room. She saw her grandfather, his head bowed upon his work--his frame still with the stillness of death, and the knife which had done its deadly work lying close by. At his elbow a candle was flickering itself out. Something dripped, and on the floor a darker darkness spread itself slowly out. Even as she looked, the flame rushed upward, like the life of a man which returns not to his nostrils, and all was blank about her.
Elsie would have fainted, but she heard steps on the stair--swift and light--the footsteps of Jeremy returning, and she knew that she must meet him with the smile upon her lips.
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