Ketira brushed against me as she pa.s.sed, taking no notice whatever; left the garden, and limped away. Hyde saw me swinging through the gate.
"Are you there, Johnny?" he said, coming forward. "Did you hear that old gipsy woman?" And in a few words I told him all about it.
"Such a fuss for nothing!" he exclaimed. "I"m sure I wish no ill to the girl. Kettie"s very nice; bright as the day: and I thought no more harm of strolling a bit with her in the moonlight than I should think it if she were my sister."
"But she is not your sister, you see, Hyde. And old Ketira does not like it."
"I"ll take precious good care to keep Kettie at arm"s-length for the future; make you very sure of that," he said, in a short, fractious tone. "I don"t care to be blamed for nothing. Tell Todhetley I can"t spare the time to go fishing to-morrow--wish I could. Good-night."
A fine commotion. Church d.y.k.ely up in arms. Kettie had disappeared.
About a fortnight had gone on since the above night, during which period Ketira"s rheumatism took so obstinate a turn that she had the felicity of keeping her bed. And one morning, upon Duffham"s chancing to pay his visit to her before breakfast, for he was pa.s.sing the hut on his way home from an early patient, he found the gipsy up and dressed, and just as wild as a lioness rampant. Kettie had gone away in the night.
"Where"s she gone to?" naturally asked Duffham, leaning on his cane, and watching the poor woman; who was whirling about like one demented, her rheumatism forgotten.
"Ah, where"s she gone to?--where?" raved old Ketira. "When I lay down last night, leaving her to put the plates away and to follow me up when she had done it, I dropped asleep at once. All night long I never woke; the pain was easier, all but gone, and I had been well-nigh worn out with it. "Why, what"s the time, Kettie?" I said to her in our own tongue, when I opened my eyes and saw the sun was high. She did not answer, and I supposed she had gone down to get the breakfast. I called, and called; in vain. I began to put my clothes on; and then I found that she had not lain down that night; and--woe"s me! she"s gone."
Duffham could not make anything of it; it was less in his line than rheumatism and broken legs. Being sharp-set for his breakfast, he came away, telling Ketira he would see her again by-and-by.
And, shortly afterwards, he chanced to meet her. Coming out on his round of visits, he encountered Ketira near Virginia Cottage. She had been making a call on Hyde Stockhausen.
"He baffles me," she said to the doctor: and Duffham thought if ever a woman"s face had the expression "baffled" plainly written on it, Ketira"s had then. "I don"t know what to make of him. His speech is fair: but--there"s the instinct lying in my heart."
"Why, you don"t suppose, do you, that Mr. Stockhausen has stolen the child?" questioned Duffham, after a good pause of thought.
"And by whom do _you_ suppose the child has been stolen, if not by him?"
retorted the gipsy.
"Nay," said Duffham, "I should say she has not been stolen at all. It is difficult to steal girls of her age, remember. Last night was fine; the stars were bright as silver: perhaps, tempted by it, she went out a-roaming, and you will see her back in the course of the day."
"I suspect him," repeated Ketira, her great black eyes flashing their anger on Hyde"s cottage. "He acts cleverly; but, I suspect him."
Drawing her scarlet cloak higher on her shoulders, she bent her steps towards Oxlip Dell. Duffham was turning on his way, when old Abel Crew came up. We called him "Crew," you know, at Church d.y.k.ely.
"Are you looking for Kettie?" questioned Duffham.
"I don"t know where to look for her," was Abel"s answer. "This morning I was out before sunrise searching for rare herbs: the round I took was an unusually large one, but I did not see anything of the child.
Ketira suspects that Mr. Stockhausen must know where she is."
"And do you suspect he does?"
"It is a question that I cannot answer, even to my own mind," replied Abel. "That they were sometimes seen talking and walking together, is certain; and, so far, he may be open to suspicion. But, sir, I know nothing else against him, and I cannot think he would wish to hurt her.
I am on my way to ask him."
Interested by this time in the drama, Duffham followed Abel to Virginia Cottage. Hyde Stockhausen was in the little den that he made his counting-house, adding up columns of figures in a ledger, and stared considerably upon being thus pounced upon.
"I wonder what next!" he burst forth, turning crusty before Abel had got out half a sentence. "That confounded old gipsy has just been here with her abuse; and now you have come! She has accused me of I know not what all."
"Of spiriting away her daughter," put in Duffham; who was standing back against the shelves.
"But I have not done it," spluttered Hyde, talking too fast for convenience in his pa.s.sion. "If I had spirited her away, as you call it, here she would be. Where could I spirit her to?--up into the air, or below the ground?"
"That"s just the question--where is she?" rejoined Duffham, gently swaying his big cane.
"How should I know where she is?" retorted Hyde. "If I had "spirited"
her away--I must say I like that word!--here she"d be. Do you suppose I have got her in my house?--or down at the brick-kilns?"
Abel, since his first checked sentence, had been standing quietly and thoughtfully, giving his whole attention to Hyde, as if wanting to see what he was made of. For the second time he essayed to speak.
"You see, sir, we do not know that she is not here. We have your word for it; but----"
"Then you had better look," interrupted Hyde, adding something about "insolence" under his breath. "Search the house. You are welcome to. Mr.
Duffham can show you about it; he knows all its turnings and windings."
What could have been in old Abel"s thoughts did not appear on the surface; but he left the room with just a word of respectful apology for accepting the offer. Hyde, who had made it at random in his pa.s.sion, never supposing it would be caught at, threw back his head disdainfully, and sent a contemptuous word after him. But when Duffham moved off in the same direction, he was utterly surprised.
"Are _you_ going to search?"
"I thought you meant me to be his pilot," said Duffham, as cool as you please. "There"s not much to be seen. I expect, but the chairs and tables."
Any way, Kettie was not to be seen. The house was but a small one, with no surrept.i.tious closets or cupboards, or other hiding-places. All the rooms and pa.s.sages stood open to the morning sun, and never a suspicious thing was in them.
Hyde had settled to his accounts again when they got back. He did not condescend to turn his head or notice the offenders any way. Abel waited a moment, and then spoke.
"It may seem to you that I have done a discourteous thing in availing myself of your offer, Mr. Stockhausen; if so, I crave your pardon for it. Sir, you cannot imagine how seriously this disappearance of the child is affecting her mother. Let it plead my excuse."
"It cannot excuse your suspicion of me," returned Hyde, pausing for a moment in his adding up.
"In all the ends of this wide earth there lies not elsewhere a shadow of clue to any motive for her departure. At least, none that we can gather.
The only ground for thinking of you, sir, is that you and she have been friendly. For all our sakes, Mr. Stockhausen, I trust that she will be found, and the mystery cleared up."
"Don"t you think you had better have the brick-kilns visited--as well as my house?" sarcastically asked Hyde. But Abel, making no rejoinder, save a civil good-morning, departed.
"And now I"ll go," said Duffham.
"The sooner the better," retorted Hyde, taking a penful of ink and splashing some of it on the floor.
"There"s no cause for you to put yourself out, young man."
"I think there is cause," flashed Hyde. "When you can come to my house with such an accusation as this!--and insolently search it!"
"The searching was the result of your own proposal. As to an accusation, none has been made in my hearing. Kettie has mysteriously disappeared, and it is only natural her people should wish to know where she is, and to look for her. You take up the matter in a wrong light, Mr. Hyde."
"I don"t know anything of Kettie"--in an injured tone; "I don"t want to.
It"s rather hard to have her vagaries put upon my back."