"Who said I wanted to lay information? Why should any private person undertake such unpleasantness, when it"s the plain duty of the police, and in fact what they"re paid for."
"Then why not leave it to Rat-it-all?"
"I believe I will, after giving him a hint. . . . But you don"t seem to _see_, Charity Oliver!" her friend exploded. "What you are arguing may do well enough for ordinary times. These are not ordinary times. With all the newspapers declaring that our country is riddled with German spies--positively riddled--"
"I don"t believe the man"s capable of it, even if he had the will."
"Then, perhaps, if you"re so clever, you"ll suggest a likelier explanation?"
"He may have won the money in a lottery," Miss Oliver suggested brightly. "One of those Hamburg affairs--if you insist that the money"s German."
"I don"t insist on anything," snapped Mrs Polsue. "I only say, first, there"s a mystery here, and you can"t deny it. Secondly, we"re at war,--you"ll agree to that, I hope? That being so, it"s everybody"s business to take precautions and inform the authorities of _anything_ that looks suspicious. The more it turns out to be smoke without fire, the more obliged the man ought to be to us for giving him the chance to clear his character."
"Well, I hope you won"t start obliging _me_ in that way," Miss Oliver was ever slow at following logic. "Because I never put a shilling into a lottery in my life, though I"ve more than once been in two minds. But in those days Germany always seemed so far off, and their way of counting money in what they call Marks always struck me as so unnatural. Marks was what you used to get at school--like sherbet and such things."
"Charity Oliver--may the Lord forgive me, but sometimes I"m tempted to think you no better than a fool!"
"The Vicar doesn"t think so," responded Miss Oliver complacently.
"He called this morning to ask me if I"d add to my public duties by allowing him to nominate me on the Relief Committee, which wants strengthening."
"Did he say _that?_" Mrs Polsue sat bolt erect.
"Well, I won"t swear to the words. . . . Let me see. No, his actual words were that it wanted a little new blood to give it tact. I will say that Mr Steele has a very happy way of putting things. . . .
So you really _are_ going to lay information, Mary-Martha? If you see your duty so clear, I can"t think why you troubled to consult me."
"I shall do my duty," declared Mrs Polsue. "Without taking further responsibility, I shall certainly put Rat-it-all on the look-out."
That same evening, a little before sunset, Nicky-Nan took a stroll along the cliff-path towards his devastated holding, to see what progress the military had made with their excavations. The trench, though approaching his boundary fence, had not yet reached it.
Somewhat to his surprise he found Mr Latter there, in the very middle of his patch, examining the turned earth to right and left.
"Hullo!" cried Nicky-Nan, unsuspecting. "_You_ caught the war-fever too? I never met "ee so far afield afore. What with your sedentary figure an" the contempt I"ve heard "ee use about soldiers--"
Mr Latter, as he straightened himself up, appeared to be confused.
He was also red in the face, and breathed heavily. Nicky-Nan noted, but innocently misread, these symptoms.
"Good friable soil you got here," said Mr Latter, recovering a measure of self-possession. "Pretty profitable little patch, unless I"m mistaken."
"It was," answered Nicky. "But though, from your habits, you"re about the last man I"d have counted on findin" hereabouts, I"m main glad, as it happens. A superst.i.tious person might go so far as to say you"d dropped from heaven."
"Why so?"
Nicky-Nan cast a glance over his shoulder. "We"re neighbours here?"
"Certainly," agreed Mr Latter, puzzled, and on his defence.
"Noticed anything strange about Rat-it-all, of late?"
"Rat-it-all?"
"You wish friendly to him, eh? . . . I ask because, as between the police and licensed victuallers--" Nicky-Nan hesitated.
"You may make your mind easy," Mr Latter a.s.sured him. "Rat-it-all wouldn"t look over a blind. I"ve no complaint to make of Rat-it-all, and never had. But what"s happened to him?"
"I wish I knew," answered Nicky-Nan. "I glimpsed him followin" me, back along the path; an" when I turned about for a chat, he dodged behind a furze-bush like as if he was pouncin" on some valuable b.u.t.terfly. "That"s odd," I thought: for I"d never heard of his collectin" such things. But he"s often told me how lonely a constable feels, an" I thought he might have picked up wi" the habit to amuse himself. So on I walked, waitin" for him to catch me up; an" by-an"-by turned about to look for en. There he was, on the path, an" be d.a.m.ned if he didn" dodge behind another bush! I wonder if "tis sunstroke? It always seemed to me those helmets must be a tryin" wear."
"I dunno. . . . But here he is! Let"s ask him," said Mr Latter as Policeman Rat-it-all appeared on the ridge with body bent and using the gait of a sleuth-hound Indian. [There is no such thing as a sleuth-hound Indian, but none the less Rat-it-all was copying him.]
"Hullo, Rat-it-all!"
The constable straightened himself up and approached with an affected air of jauntiness.
"Why, whoever would ha" thought to happen on _you_ two here?" he exclaimed, and laughed uneasily.
"Sure enough the man"s manner isn"t natural," said Mr Latter to Nicky-Nan. "Speakin" as a publican, too," he confided, "I"d be sorry if anything happened to the chap an" we got a stranger in his place."
"What"s the matter with "ee, Rat-it-all?" asked Nicky-Nan sympathetically. "By the way you"ve been behavin" all up the hill--"
"You noticed it?"
"_Noticed_ it!"
"Rat it all!--I mean, I was hopin" you wouldn"t. I begin to see as it will take more practice than I allowed." He cast a glance back at the ridge as he seated himself on the turf. "Either of you got a pinch o" baccy?"
"Then you _are_n"t afflicted in any way?" exclaimed Nicky-Nan with relief. "But what was the matter with "ee, just now, that you kept behavin" so comical?"
"Got such a thing as a match? . . . Well, I didn" believe it from the first. You must make allowance," said he as he puffed, "that a constable has communications in these times, of a certain nature, calculated to get on his Nerves. For my part, I hate all this mistrustfulness that"s goin". "Confidence"--that"s my motto-- "as betwix" man an" man.""
[1] A close shave.
CHAPTER XX.
MISS OLIVER PROFFERS a.s.sISTANCE.
Although this narrative has faintly attempted to trace it here and there in operation, no one can keep tally with rumour in Polpier, or render any convincing account of its secret ways. It were far easier to hunt thistledown.
The Penhaligon family were packing, preparing for the great move into Aun" Bunney"s derelict cottage. "Bert and "Beida had been given to understand--had made sure in fact--that the move would be made, at earliest, in the week before Michaelmas Day. For some reason or other Mrs Penhaligon had changed her mind, and was hurrying things forward almost feverishly. "Beida--who for a year or so had been taken more and more into her mother"s confidence--suddenly found herself up against a dead wall of mystery and obstinacy. The growing girl was puzzled--driven to consult "Bert about it; and a Polpier woman is driven far before she seeks advice from husband or brother.
She might have spared herself the humiliation, too. For "Bert, when she cornered him, gave no help at all. Yet he was positive enough.
[It takes some experience to discover what painted laths men are.]
"Some woman"s rot!" decided "Bert with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Father bein" away, she"s worryin", an" wants to get it over.
She don"t consult me, so I"ve no call to tell her to take things cooler." The trumpet, after thus uttering no uncertain sound, tailed off upon the word "females."
"Get along with your "females"!" fired up "Beida, springing to arms for her s.e.x. "I"d like to know where the world"d be without us.