"Precisely--Mr Morice. It is I who am guilty. Mr Nunn, I surrender myself into your custody as having been guilty of killing a certain man on a certain Sat.u.r.day night in Cooper"s Spinney. Is that in proper form?"
"Are you serious, sir?"
"I mean what I say, if that"s what you are asking, Mr Nunn."
"Then what about the tale that girl was telling, and that knife she saw?"
"That knife is mine."
"Yours!"
"Exactly, and I"m afraid that knife is going to hang me."
"How came it in Miss Arnott"s possession?"
"That"s the simplest part of the whole affair. After I had used it she found it, and has kept it ever since."
"Do you mean that she"s been screening you?"
"Something like it. That is, I don"t know that she was sure of anything; but, I fancy, she has had her doubts. I daresay she"ll tell you all about it if you ask her. You see, Mr Nunn, I"ve been in rather an awkward position. So long as it was only a question of Jim Baker it didn"t so much matter; it"s quite on the cards that in the course of his sinful career he"s done plenty of things for which he deserves to be hung. When it comes to Miss Arnott, knowing that she knows what she does know, and especially that she has that accursed knife of mine, that"s a horse of a different colour. Since she has only to open her mouth to make an end of me, I may as well make as graceful an exit as possible, and own the game is up. I don"t quite know what is the usual course in a matter of this sort, Mr Nunn. My motor is outside. If it is possible I should like to run over to my house. You may come with me, if you please, and Mr Granger also. There are one or two trifles which require my personal attention, and then you may do with me as you please. In fact, if you could manage to let me have an hour or two I should be happy to place at your disposal quite a little fortune, Mr Nunn and Mr Granger."
"You ought to know better than to talk to me like that, Mr Morice.
After what you"ve just now said it"s my duty to tell you that you"re my prisoner."
CHAPTER x.x.xIV
MR DAY WALKS HOME
It chanced that night that Mr Day, the highly respected butler at Exham Park, paid a visit to a friend. It was rather late when he returned.
The friend offered to put him into a trap and drive him home, but Mr Day declined.
"It"s a fine night," he observed, "and a walk will do me good. I don"t get enough exercise out of doors. I like to take advantage of any that comes my way. I"m not so young as I was--we none of us are; but a five-mile walk won"t do me any harm. On a night like this I"ll enjoy it.
Thank you, Hardy, all the same."
So he walked.
It was just after eleven when he reached the village. Considering the hour he was surprised to find how many people there were about. Mr Jenkins had just turned his customers out of the "Rose and Crown." A roaring trade he seemed to have been doing. A couple of dozen people were gathered together in cl.u.s.ters in front of the inn, exchanging final greetings before departing homewards. For the most part they were talking together at the top of their voices, as yokels on such occasions have a trick of doing. Mr Day stopped to speak to a man, with whom he had some acquaintance, in the drily sarcastic fashion for which he was locally famed.
"What"s the excitement? Parish pump got burned?"
"Why, Mr Day, haven"t you heard the news?"
"That Sat.u.r.day comes before Sunday? Haven"t heard anything newer."
"Why, Mr Day, don"t you know that Sarah Ann Wilson, from up at your place, has been over to Granger"s, trying to get him to give her a warrant for your young lady?"
"There"s several kinds of fools about, but Sarah Ann Wilson"s all kinds of them together."
"So it seems that Granger thinks. Anyhow he ain"t given it her. He"s locked up Mr Morice instead."
"What"s that?"
Another man chimed in.
"Why, Mr Day, where are you been not to have heard that they"ve locked up Mr Morice for murdering o" that there chap in Cooper"s Spinney."
"What nonsense are you men talking about?"
"It ain"t nonsense, Mr Day; no, that it ain"t. You go over to Granger"s and you"ll soon hear."
"Who locked him up?"
"Granger and Mr Nunn, that"s the detective over from London. They locked him up between them. It seems he gave himself up."
"Gave himself up?"
"So Mrs Wilson and her daughter says. They was in the kitchen, at the other side of the door, and they heard him giving of himself up. Seems as how they"re going to take him over to Doverham in the morning and bring him before the magistrates. My word! won"t all the countryside be there to see! To think of its having been Mr Morice after all. Me, I never shouldn"t have believed it, if he hadn"t let it out himself."
Mr Day waited to hear no more. Making his way through the little crowd he strode on alone. That moon-lit walk was spoilt for him. As he went some curious reflections were taking shape in his mind.
"That finishes it. Now something will have to be done. I wish I"d done as I said I would, and taken myself off long ago. And yet I don"t know that I should have been any more comfortable if I had. Wherever I might have gone I should have been on tenterhooks. If I"d been on the other side of the world and heard of this about Mr Morice, I should have had to come back and make a clean breast of it. Yet it"s hard on me at my time of life!" He sighed, striking at the ground with the ferule of his stick. "All my days I"ve made it my special care to have nothing to do with the police-courts. I"ve seen too much trouble come of it to everyone concerned, and never any good, and now to be dragged into a thing like this. And all through her! If, after all, I"ve got to speak, I don"t know that I wouldn"t rather have spoken at first. It would have been better perhaps; it would have saved a lot of bother, not to speak of all the worry I"ve had. I feel sure it"s aged me. I could see by the way Mrs Hardy looked at me to-night that she thought I was looking older. Goodness knows that I"m getting old fast enough in the ordinary course of nature." Again sighing, he struck at the ground with his stick. "It would have served her right if I had spoken--anything would have served her right. She"s a nice sort, she is. And yet I don"t know, poor devil! She"s not happy, that"s sure and certain. I never saw anyone so changed. What beats me is that no one seems to have noticed, except me. I don"t like to look her way: it"s written so plain all over her. It just shows how people can have eyes in their heads, and yet not use them. From the remarks I"ve heard exchanged, I don"t believe a creature has noticed anything, yet I daresay if you were to ask them they"d tell you they always notice everything. Blind worms!"
Perhaps for the purpose of relieving his feelings Mr Day stood still in the centre of the road, tucked his stick under his arm, took out his pipe, loaded it with tobacco and proceeded to smoke. Having got his pipe into going order he continued his way and his reflections.
"I knew it was her from the first; never doubted for a moment. Directly I saw her come into the house that night in the way she did, I knew that she"d been up to something queer, and it wasn"t very long before I knew what it was. And I don"t know that I was surprised when I heard how bad it really was. All I wanted was to get out of the way before I was dragged into the trouble that I saw was coming. If I hadn"t known from the first I should have found out afterwards. She"s given herself away a hundred times--ah, and more. If I"d been a detective put upon the job I should have had her over and over again, unless I"d been as stupid as some of those detectives do seem to be. Look at that Nunn now! There"s a precious fool! Locking up Mr Morice! I wonder he doesn"t lock himself up! Bah!"
This time Mr Day took his pipe out of his mouth with one hand, while he struck at the vacant air with the stick in the other. Perhaps in imagination he was striking at Mr Nunn.
"Poor devil! it must have been something pretty strong which made her do a thing like that. I wonder who that chap was, and what he"d done to her. Not that I want to know--the less I know the better. I know too much as it is. I know that she"s haunted, that never since has she had a moment"s peace of mind, either by day or night. I"ve the best of reasons for knowing that she starts pretty nearly out of her skin at every shadow. I shouldn"t be surprised to hear at any moment that she"s committed suicide. I lay a thousand pounds to a penny that if I was to touch her on the shoulder with the tip of my finger, and say, "You killed that man in the Cooper"s Spinney, and he"s looking over your shoulder now," she"d tumble straight off into a heap on the floor and scream for mercy--What"s that?"
He had reached a very lonely part of the road. The Exham Park woods were on either side of him. A long line of giant beeches bordered the road both on the right and left. Beyond again, on both sides, were acres of pines. A charming spot on a summer"s day; but, to some minds, just then a little too much in shadow to be altogether pleasant. The high beeches on his left obscured the moon. Here and there it found a pa.s.sage between their leaves; but for the most part the road was all in darkness. Mr Day was well on in years, but his hearing was as keen as ever, and his nerves as well under control. The ordinary wayfarer would have heard nothing, or, not relishing his surroundings, would have preferred to hear nothing, till he had reached a point where the moon"s illumination was again plainly visible. It is odd how many persons, born and bred in the heart of the country, object strenuously to be out among the scenes they know so well, alone in the darkness at night.
But the Exham Park butler was not a person of that kidney. When he heard twigs snapping and the swishing of brushwood, as of someone pa.s.sing quickly through it, he was immediately desirous of learning what might be the cause of such unwonted midnight sounds. Slipping his pipe into his pocket he moved both rapidly and quietly towards the side of the road from which the sounds proceeded. Just there the long line of hedge was momentarily interrupted by a stile. Leaning over it he peered as best he could into the glancing lights and shadows among the pines. The sounds continued.
"Who is it? Hullo! Good lord! it"s her!"
As he spoke to himself a figure suddenly appeared in a shaft of moonlight which had found its way along an alley of pines--the figure of a woman. She was clad in white--in some long, flowing garment which trailed behind her as she went, and which must have seriously impeded her progress, especially in view of the fact that she seemed to be pressing forward at the top of her speed. The keen-eyed observer watched her as she went.
"What"s she got on? It"s a tea-gown or a dressing-gown or something of that. It"s strange to me. I"ve never seen her in it before. So, after all, there is something in the tales those gowks have been telling, and she does walk the woods of nights. But she can"t be asleep; she couldn"t go at that rate, through country of this sort, if she were, and with all that drapery trailing out behind her. But asleep or not I"ll tackle her and have it out with her once and for all."
Mr Day climbed over the stile with an agility which did credit to his years. As he reached the other side the woman in the distance either became conscious of his presence and his malevolent designs or fortune favoured her; because, coming to a part of the forest from which the moon was barred, she suddenly vanished from his vision like a figure in a shadow pantomime. When he gained the spot at which she had last been visible, there was still nothing of her to be seen, but he fancied that he caught a sound which suggested that, not very far away, someone was pressing forward among the trees.
"She did that very neatly. Don"t talk to me about her being asleep. She both heard and saw me coming, so she"s given me the slip. But she"s not done it so completely as she perhaps thinks. I"ll have her yet. I"ll show her that I"m pretty nearly as good at trapesing through the woods at night as she is. I don"t want to be hard on a woman, and I wouldn"t be if it could be helped, but when it comes to be a question of Mr Morice or her, it"ll have to be her, and that"s all about it. I don"t mean to let her go scot-free at his expense--not much, I don"t, as I"ll soon show her!"