"What was it you heard, my dear?" I asked.
"A sort of knocking," she said, "and a queer kind of little cry, like a rabbit caught in a trap when you hear it a long way off."
"It must have been the wind and rain again," I was beginning to say, but she stopped me.
"Hush, listen!" she said, holding up her little hand, "there it is again."
It was just as she had said, and it seemed to come from the direction of the tower.
"Isn"t it like as if it was from Francie"s room?" said Miss Lally, shivering a little; "and yet we know he"s not there, nursie."
But something was there, or close by, and something _living_, I seemed to feel.
"Put on your dressing-gown," I said to the little girl, "and your slippers, and we"ll go up and see. You"re not frightened, dear?"
"Oh no!" she said. "If only it was Francie!"
But she clung to my hand as we went up the stair, leaving the nursery door wide open, so as to hear Master Bevil if he woke up.
Master Francis"s room was all dark, of course, and it struck very chill as we went in, the candle flickering as we pushed the door open. It seemed so strange to see the empty bed, and everything unused about the room, just as if he was really quite away. We stood perfectly still. All was silent. We were just about leaving the room to go to the attic when the faintest breath of a sound seemed to come again, I couldn"t tell from where. It was more like a sigh in the air.
"Stop," said Miss Lally, squeezing my hand, and then again we heard the m.u.f.fled taps, much more clearly than downstairs. Miss Lally"s ears were very sharp.
"I hear talking," she whispered, and before I knew what she was about she had laid herself down on the floor and put her ear to the ground, at a part where there was no carpet. "Nursie," she went on, looking up with a very white face and shining eyes, "it is Francie. He must have felled through the floor. I can hear him saying, "O Lally! O Bess! Oh, somebody come.""
I stooped down as she had done. It was silent again; but after a moment began the knocking and a sort of sobbing cry; my ears weren"t sharp enough to make it into words, but I seized the first thing that came to hand, I think it was the candlestick, and thumped it on the floor as hard as ever I could, calling out, close down through the boarding, "Master Francie, we hear you."
But there was nothing we could do by ourselves, and we were losing precious time.
"Miss Lally," I said, "you won"t be frightened to stay here alone; I"ll leave you the candle. Go on knocking and calling to him, to keep up his heart, in case he can hear, while I go for your papa."
In less time than it takes to tell it, I had roused Sir Hulbert and brought him back with me, my lady following after. Nothing would have kept her behind. We were met by eager words from Miss Lally.
"Papa, nursie," she cried, "I"ve made him hear, and I can make out that he says something about the window."
Without speaking Sir Hulbert strode across the room and flung it open.
Oh, how thankful we were that the wind had fallen and all was still.
"Francis, my boy," we heard Sir Hulbert shout--he was leaning out as far as ever he could--"Francis, my boy, can you hear me?"
Something answered, but we inside the room couldn"t distinguish what it said, but in another moment Sir Hulbert turned towards us.
"He says something about the cupboard in the attic," he said. "What can he mean? But come at once."
He caught up my lady"s little hand-lamp and led the way, we three following. When we reached the attic he went straight to the big cupboard I have spoken of. The doors were standing wide open. Sir Hulbert went in, but came out again, looking rather blank.
"I can see nothing," he said. "I fancied he said the word "mouse," but his voice had got so faint."
"If you knock on the floor," I began, but Miss Lally stopped me by darting into the closet.
"Papa," she said, "hold the light here. I know where the mouse-hole is."
What they had thought a mouse-hole was really a hole with jagged edges cut out in one of the boards, which you could thrust your hand into. Sir Hulbert did so, beginning to see what it was meant for, and pulled. A trap-door, cleverly made, for all that it looked so roughly done, gave way, and by the light of the lamp we saw a kind of ladder leading downwards into the dark. Sir Hulbert stooped down and leaned over the edge.
"Francis," he called, and a very faint voice--we couldn"t have heard it till the door was opened--answered--
"Yes, I"m here. Take care, the ladder"s broken."
Luckily there was another ladder in the attic. Sir Hulbert and I dragged it out, and managed to slip it down the hole, in the same direction as the other. We were so afraid it would be too short, but it wasn"t. My lady and I held it steady at the top, while Sir Hulbert went down with the lamp, Miss Lally holding a candle beside us.
Sir Hulbert went down very slowly, not knowing how or in what state Master Francis might be lying at the foot. Our hearts were beating like hammers, for all we were so quiet.
First we heard an exclamation of surprise. I rather think it was "by Jove!" though Sir Hulbert was a most particular gentleman in his way of speaking--then came a hearty shout--
"All right, he"s here, no bones broken."
"Shall I come down?" cried my lady.
"I think you may," Sir Hulbert answered, "if you"re very careful. I"ll bring the light to the foot of the ladder again."
When my lady got down, Miss Lally and I strained our ears to hear. I knew the child was quivering to go down herself, and it was like her to be so patient.
Strange were the words that first reached us.
"Auntie, auntie!" we heard Master Francis say, in his poor weak voice.
"It"s old Sir David"s treasure! You won"t be poor any more. Oh! I"m so glad now I fell down the hole, but I thought I"d die before I could tell any one."
Miss Lally and I stared at each other. Could it be true? or was Master Francis off his head? We had not long to wait.
They managed to get him up--after all it was not so very far to climb,--my lady coming first with the lamp, and Sir Hulbert, holding Master Francis with one arm and the side of the ladder with the other, followed, for the boy had revived wonderfully, once he knew he was safe.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Sir Hulbert, holding Master Francis with one arm and the side of the ladder with the other, followed.]
My lady was crying, I saw it the moment the light fell on her face, and as soon as Master Francis was up beside us, she threw her arms round him and kissed him as never before.
"Oh! my poor dear boy," she said, "I am so thankful, but do tell us how it all happened."
She must have heard, and indeed seen something of the strange discovery that had been made, but for the moment I don"t think there was a thought in her heart except thankfulness that he was safe.
Before Master Francis could answer, Sir Hulbert interrupted.
"Better not ask him anything for a minute or two," he said. "Nurse, you will find my brandy-flask downstairs in the study. He"d better have a little mixed with water; and ring the bell as you pa.s.s to waken Crooks, and some one must light the fire in Francis"s room."
I was back in five minutes with what was wanted; and then I found Miss Lally having her turn at petting her cousin. As soon as he had had a little brandy and water we took him down to the nursery, where the fire was still smouldering, Sir Hulbert carefully closing the trap-door as it had been before, and then following us downstairs.
Once in the nursery, anxious though we were to get him to bed, it was impossible not to let him tell something of what had happened. It began by a cry from Miss Lally.
"Why, Francie, you"ve got my knitting sticking out of your pocket. But two of the needles have dropped out," she went on rather dolefully.