They pa.s.sed through the wooden gate. They were now in a little weedy plantation of undersized trees. The ground was full of rabbit holes, and Jeanne stumbled more than once.
"How much farther?" she asked. "We are getting toward the house."
"Not yet," Kate answered. "There are the gardens first, but we are not going there. Wait a moment."
She felt for one of the trees, and pa.s.sed her hand carefully round its trunk. Then she took a few steps forward and stopped short.
"Wait!" she said.
She lay flat down upon the gra.s.s and was silent for several minutes.
Then she whispered to Jeanne.
"Don"t turn on your torch," she said. "Lie down here by my side, put your ear to the ground, and tell me whether you can hear anything."
Jeanne obeyed her breathlessly. At first she could hear nothing. Her own heart was beating fast, and the boughs of the trees above them were creaking and groaning in the wind. Presently, however, she gave a little cry. From somewhere underground it seemed to her that she could hear a faint hammering.
"What is it?" she asked.
Kate sat up.
"There is no animal," she said, "which makes a noise like that. It is somewhere there underground. It seems to me that it is some one who is trying to get out."
"Some one underground?" Jeanne repeated.
Kate leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"There is a pa.s.sage underneath here," she said, "which goes from the Hall to the cliffs, and a room, or rather a vault."
"I know," Jeanne declared suddenly. "Mr. De la Borne showed it to us.
It was the way the smugglers used to bring their goods up to the cellars of the Red Hall."
"We are just above the room here," Kate said slowly, "and I fancy that there is some one there."
A sudden light broke in upon Jeanne.
"You think that it is Lord Engleton!" she declared.
"Why not?" Kate answered. "Listen again, with your ear close to the ground. Last night I was almost sure that I heard him call for help."
Jeanne did as she was told, and her face grew white as death.
Distinctly between the strokes she heard the sound of a man moaning!
CHAPTER XIV
Once more the two men sat over the remnants of their evening meal. This time the deterioration in their own appearance seemed to have spread itself to their surroundings. The table was ill-laid, there were no flowers, an empty bottle of wine and several decanters remained where they had been set. There was every indication that however little the two might have eaten, they had been drinking heavily. Yet they were both pale. Cecil"s face even was ghastly, and the hand which played nervously with the tablecloth shook all the time.
"Forrest," he said abruptly, "it is a mistake to clear out all the servants like this. Not only have we had to eat a filthy dinner, but it"s enough to make people suspicious, eh? Don"t you think so? Don"t you think afterwards that they may wonder why we did it?"
"No!" Forrest answered, with something that was almost like a snarl.
"No, I don"t! Shut up, and don"t be such an infernal young fool! We couldn"t have town servants spying and whispering about the place. I caught that London butler of yours hanging around the library this afternoon as though he were looking for something. They were a d--d careless lot, anyhow, with no mistress or housekeeper to look after them, and they"re better gone. Who is there left exactly now?"
"There"s a kitchen-maid, who cooked this wretched mess," Cecil answered, "and another under her from the village, who seems half an idiot. There is no one else except Pawles, a man who comes in from the stables to do the rough work and pump the water up for the bath. We are practically alone in the house."
"Thank Heaven it"s our last night," Forrest answered.
"You really mean, then," Cecil asked, in a hoa.r.s.e whisper, "to finish this now?"
"I mean that we are going to," Forrest answered. "You know I"m half afraid of you. Sometimes you"re such a rotten coward. If ever I thought you looked as though you were going back on me, I"d get even with you, mind that."
"Don"t talk like a fool!" Cecil answered. "What we do, we do together, of course, only my nerves aren"t strong, you know. I can"t bear the thought of the end of it."
"Whatever happens to him," Forrest said, "he"s asking for it. He has an easy chance to get back to his friends. It is brutal obstinacy if he makes us end it differently. You"re only a boy, but I"ve lived a good many years, and I tell you that if you don"t look out for yourself and make yourself safe, there are always plenty of people, especially those who call themselves your friends, who are ready and waiting to kick you down into h.e.l.l. I am going to have something more to drink. Nothing seems to make any difference to me to-night. I can"t even get excited, although we must have drunk a bottle of wine each. We"ll have some brandy. Here goes!"
He filled a wine-gla.s.s and pa.s.sed the bottle to Cecil.
"You"re about in the same state," he remarked, looking at him keenly.
"Why the devil is it that when one doesn"t require it, wine will go to the head too quickly, and when one wants to use it to borrow a little courage and a little forgetfulness, the stuff goes down like water.
Drink, Cecil, a wine-gla.s.s of it. Drink it off, like this."
Forrest drained his wine-gla.s.s and set it down. Then he rose to his feet. His cheeks were still colourless, but there was an added glitter in his eyes.
"Come, young man," he said, "you have only to fancy that you are one of your own ancestors. I fancy those dark-looking ruffians, who scowl down on us from the walls there, would not have thought so much of flinging an enemy into the sea. It is a wise man who wrote that self-preservation was the first law of nature. Come, Cecil, remember that. It is the first law of nature that we are obeying. Ring the bell first, and see that there are no servants about the place."
Cecil obeyed, ringing the bell once or twice. No one came. They stepped out into the hall. The emptiness of the house seemed almost apparent.
There was not a sound anywhere.
"The servants" wing is right over the stables, a long way off," Cecil remarked. "They could never hear a bell there that rang from any of the living-rooms."
Forrest nodded.
"So much the better," he said. "Come along to the library. I have everything ready there."
They crossed the hall and entered the room to which Forrest pointed.
Their footsteps seemed to awake echoes upon the stone floor. The hall, too, was all unlit save for the lamp which Forrest was carrying. Cecil peered nervously about into the shadows.
"It"s a ghostly house this of yours," Forrest said grumblingly, as they closed the door behind them. "I shall be thankful to get back to my rooms in town and walk down Piccadilly once more. What"s that outside?"
"The wind," Cecil answered. "I thought it was going to be a rough night."
The window had been left open at the top, and the roar of the wind across the open places came into the room like m.u.f.fled thunder. The lamp which Forrest carried was blown out, and the two men were left in darkness.
"Shut the window, for Heaven"s sake, man!" Forrest ordered sharply.
"Here!"