Ferrar was not there. And Mr. Jones, speaking up, said he had seen nothing of Ferrar since the previous day. He was informed that he had taken French leave to go off somewhere--which kind of leave, in point of fact, he added, Master Ferrar was much in the habit of taking.
"But where has he gone?" cried the coroner. "You don"t mean he has decamped?"
"Decamped for the time being," said Mr. Jones. "He will no doubt put in an appearance in a day or two."
Not one of the jury but p.r.i.c.ked up his ears; not one, I could see it in their faces, but was beginning to speculate on this absence of Ferrar"s.
The coroner was staring straight before him, speculating too: and just then Fred Sanker said something in a half-whisper.
"Ferrar was with my brother King at the spot where he fell from. As far as we know he was the last person who ever saw him alive."
"And not here!" cried the coroner. "Why is he not? Where does the neglect lie, I wonder? Gentlemen, I think we had better send round for his father, and ask an explanation."
In a small town like Worcester (small in comparison with great capitals) the inhabitants, rich and poor, mostly know one another, what they are, and where their dwelling is. Old Ferrar lived within a stone"s-throw of the Angel; he was a china painter, employed by the Messrs. Chamberlain.
Some one ran for him; and he came; a tidy-looking man in a good coat, with grey whiskers and grey hair. He bowed civilly to the room, and gave his name as Thomas Ferrar.
As far as anything connected with what took place at Malvern he was in total ignorance, he said. When his son Mark got home on the Tuesday night, he had told him that Captain Sanker"s little boy had fallen down a part of the hill, and that he, Mark, had been one of those who helped to find him. In the afternoon of the same day they heard the little boy had died.
"Where is your son?" asked the coroner.
"I am not sure where he is," replied Thomas Ferrar. "When I and his brother got home from the factory on Wednesday evening, my daughter told me Mark had gone off again. Somebody had given him half-a-crown, I believe. With that in his pocket, he was pretty sure to go off on one of his rovings."
"He is in the habit of going off, then?"
"Yes, sir, he has done it on occasion almost ever since he could run alone. I used to leather him well for it, but it was of no use; it didn"t stop it. It"s his only fault. Barring that, he"s as good and upright a lad as anybody need have. He does not go off for the purpose of doing harm: neither does he get into any."
"Where does he go to?"
"Always to one of two places; to South Crabb, or to his grandfather"s at Pinvin. It"s generally to South Crabb, to see the Batleys, who are cousins of my late wife"s. They"ve boys and girls of Mark"s own age, and he likes to be there."
"You conclude, then, that he is at one of these places now?"
"Sure to be, sir; and I think it"s sure to be South Crabb. He was at Pinvin a fortnight ago; for I walked over on the Sunday morning and took him with me. Mark is of a roving turn; he is always talking of wanting to see the world. I don"t believe he"ll ever settle down to steady work at home."
"Well, we want him here, Mr. Ferrar; and must have him too. Could you send after him--and get him here by to-morrow?"
"I can send his brother after him, if you say it must be. The likelihood is that he will come home of himself to-morrow evening."
"Ay, but we must have him here in the afternoon, you see. We want to hear what he can tell us about the deceased. It is thought that he was the last person with him before the fall. And, gentlemen," added the coroner, turning to the jury, "I will adjourn proceedings to the same hour to-morrow--three o"clock."
So the inquest was adjourned accordingly, and the room slowly cleared itself. Very slowly. People stood in groups of threes and fours to talk to each other. This new evidence was startling: and the impression it made was, that one of the Frogs had certainly thrown King down.
The green handkerchief was mentioned. Coloured silk pocket-handkerchiefs were much patronized by gentlemen then, and the one used by Dr. Teal that day happened to be green. The doctor said he had missed his handkerchief when they were down at the Abbey before tea, but could not tell where he had left it. He found it in the room at St. Ann"s when they got up again, and supposed it had been there all along. So that handkerchief was not much thought of: especially as several of the Frogs had green neckerchiefs on, and might have taken them off, as it was very hot. That a Frog had flung King over, appeared to be, to use the coroner"s words on another part of the subject, as plain as a turnpike.
The Sankers, one and all, adopted it as conclusive; Captain Sanker in particular was nearly wild, and said bitter things of the Frogs. Poor King still lay in the same room, and none of them, as before, cared to go by the door.
It must have been in the middle of the night. Anyway, it looked pitch-dark. I was asleep, and dreaming that we were sorting handkerchiefs: all colours seemed to be there but a green one, and that--the one being looked for--we could not find: when something suddenly woke me. A hand was grasping at my shoulder.
"Halloa! who"s there?"
"I say, Johnny, I can"t stop in my bed; I"ve come to yours. If you mind my getting in, I"ll lie across the foot, and get to sleep that way."
The voice was Dan"s, and it had no end of horror in it. He was standing by the bed in his night-shirt, shivering. And yet the summer"s night was hot.
"Get in, if you like, Dan: there"s plenty of room. What"s the matter with your own bed?"
"King"s there," he said, in a dreadful whisper, as he crept trembling in.
"King! Why, what do you mean?"
"He comes in and lies down in his place just as he used to lie,"
shivered Dan. "I asked Toby to sleep with me to-night, and Fred wouldn"t let him. Fred ought to be ashamed; it"s all his ill-nature. He"s bigger than I am, one of the seniors, and he never cares whether he sleeps alone or not."
"But, Dan, you should not get these fancies into your head about King.
You know it"s not true."
"I tell you it is true. King"s there. First of all, he stood at the foot of the bed and looked at me; and then, when I hid my face, I found he had got into it. He"s lying there, just as he used to lie, his face turned to the wall."
"To begin with, you couldn"t see him--him, or any one else. It"s too dark."
"It"s not dark. My room"s lighter than this; it has a bigger window: and the sky was bright and the stars were out. Anyway, Johnny, it was light enough to see King--and there he was. Do you think I"d tell a lie over it?"
I can"t say I felt very comfortable myself. It"s not pleasant to be woke up with this kind of thing at the top of a house when somebody"s lying dead underneath. Dan"s voice was enough to give one the shivers, let alone his words. Some stars came out, and I could see the outline of the furniture: or perhaps the stars had been shining all along; only, on first awaking, the eye is not accustomed to the darkness.
"Try and go to sleep, Dan. You"ll be all right in the morning."
To go to sleep seemed, however, to be far enough from Dan"s thoughts.
After a bit of uneasy turning and trembling--and I"m sure any one would have said his legs had caught St. Vitus"s dance--he gave sleep up as a bad job, and broke out now and again with all sorts of detached comments. I could only lie and listen.
Wondered whether he should be seeing King always?--if so, would rather be dead. Wished he had not gone to sleep on that confounded bench outside St. Ann"s Well--might have been at hand near King, and saved him, if he had not. It was that beastly bottled ale that made him.
Wished bottled ale had not been invented. Wished he could wring Dance"s neck--or Ferrar"s--or that Wood"arts, whichever of the lot it was that had struck King. Knew it was one of the three. What on earth could have taken the Frogs to Malvern that day?--Wished every Frog ever born was hanged or drowned. Thought it must be Ferrar--else why had the fellow decamped? Thought the whole boiling of Frogs should be driven from the town--how dared they, the insolent charity beggars, have their school near the college school? Wondered what would be done to Ferrar if it was proved against him? Wished it had been Ferrar to fall down in place of King. Wished it had been himself (Dan) rather than King. Poor King!--who was always so gentle--and never gave offence to any of them--and was so happy with his hymns and his fancies, and his poetry!--and had said "Lord Bateman" for them that day when told to say it, and--and----
At this thought Dan broke fairly down and sobbed as though his heart were breaking. I felt uncommonly sorry for him; he had been very fond of King; and I was sorry for his superst.i.tion. What a mistake it seemed for Mrs. Sanker to have allowed them to grow up in it.
At three o"clock the next day the inquest met again. The coroner and jury, who seemed to have got thoroughly interested in the case now, kept their time to a minute. There was much stir in the neighbourhood, and the street was full before the Angel Inn. As to Frog Lane, it was said the excitement there had never been equalled. The report that it was one of St. Peter"s boys who had done it, went echoing everywhere; no one thought of doubting it. _I_ did not. Watching Harry Dance"s face when he had given his evidence, I felt sure that every word he said was true.
Some one _had_ flung King over: and that some one, there could be no question of it, was one of those common adversaries, the Frogs. If King must have gone to sleep that afternoon, better that Dan, as he had said, or one of the rest of us, had stayed by to protect him!
Mark Ferrar had turned up. His brother found him at South Crabb. He came to the inquest in his best clothes, those he had worn at Malvern. I noticed then, but I had not remembered it, that he had a gra.s.s-green neckerchief on, tied with a large bow and ends. His good-natured, ugly, honest face was redder than ever as he stood to give his evidence. He did not show any of the stammering confusion that Dance had done, but spoke out with modest self-possession.
His name was Mark Ferrar, aged nearly fourteen (and looking ever so much older), second son of Thomas Ferrar, china painter. He had seen the deceased boy, King Sanker, at Malvern on Tuesday. When he and some more of St. Peter"s boys were coming down the hill they had met King and his party. King spoke to him and told his father, Captain Sanker, that he was the Frog--the college boys called them Frogs--who had picked him up out of the fight on Sat.u.r.day to save him from being crushed: and Captain Sanker thanked him and gave him half-a-crown to spend in Malvern cakes.
Master Johnny Ludlow was with the Sankers, and saw and heard this. Did not buy the Malvern cakes: had meant to, and treat the rest of the boys; but dinner was ready near the foot of the hill when they got down, and forgot it afterwards. After dinner he and a lot more boys went up another of the beacons and down on the Herefordshire side. They got back about four o"clock, and had bread-and-b.u.t.ter and cider for tea. Then he and Harry Dance went up the hill again, taking two ways, to see which would be at St. Ann"s Well first. Couldn"t see Dance when he got up, thought he might be hiding, and went looking about for him. Went along a side-path leading off from St. Ann"s; "twas sheltered, and thought Dance might be there. Suddenly heard himself called to: looked onwards, and saw the lame boy, King Sanker, there, and some chairs and gla.s.ses on a table. Went on, and King asked him to sit down, and began talking to him, saying he had had to say "Lord Bateman" before them all. He, Ferrar, did not know what "Lord Bateman" was, and King said he would say it to him. Began to say it; found it was poetry verses: King had said a good many when he broke off in the middle of one, and told him to go then, for they were coming. Did not know who "they" meant, did not see or hear anybody himself; but went away accordingly. Went looking all about for Dance again; found him by-and-by on a kind of plateau on the other side of St. Ann"s. They went up the hill together, and only got down again when it was time to start for Worcester. He did not go in the first van; there was no room; waited for the second. Saw the other party starting: heard that some one was missing: found it was King; offered to help to look for him. Was going up with the rest past the Unicorn, when some people met them, saying they"d heard groans. Ran on, and found it was King Sanker. He seemed to have fallen right down from the place where he had been sitting in the afternoon, and where he, Ferrar, had left him.
Such in substance was the evidence he gave. Some of it I could corroborate, and did. I told of King"s asking that Ferrar might go up to him the next day, and of his promising him "Lord Bateman," which he had got by him, written out.
But Ferrar was not done with. Important questions had to be asked him yet. Sometimes it was the coroner who put them, sometimes one or other of the jury.
"Did you see anything at all of the deceased after leaving him as you have described, Mark Ferrar?"
"No, sir. I never saw him again till night, when we found him lying under a part of the hill."
"When you quitted him at his bidding, did you see any boys about, either college boys or St. Peter"s boys?"