"Aye! Aye! Aye! The boro rye," she meant Garvington, "is a bad one for sure, as we know. Shame to him is shame to you, and I wouldn"t have the rani miserable--the good kind one that she is. Wait! aye, wait, my precious gentleman, and we shall see."
"You will say nothing in the meantime," said Lambert, stopping her at the door, and anxious to know exactly what were her intentions.
"I have waited long for vengeance and I can wait longer, sir," said Mother c.o.c.klesh.e.l.l, becoming less the gypsy and more the respectable almshouse widow. "Depend upon my keeping quiet until--"
"Until what? Until when?"
"Never you mind," said the woman mysteriously. "Them as sins must suffer for the sin. But not you and her as is innocent."
"No violence, Gentilla," said the young man, alarmed less the lawless gypsy nature should punish Miss Greeby privately.
"I swear there shall be no violence, rye. Wait, for the child is making mischief, and until we knows of her doings we must be silent. Give me your gripper, my dearie," she seized his wrist and bent back the palm of the hand to trace the lines with a dirty finger. "Good fortune comes to you and to her, my golden rye," she droned in true gypsy fashion.
"Money, and peace, and honor, and many children, to carry on a stainless name. Your son shall you see, and your son"s son, my n.o.ble gentleman, and with your romi shall you go with happiness to the grave," she dropped the hand. "So be it for a true dukkerin, and remember Gentilla Stanley when the luck comes true."
"But Mother, Mother," said Lambert, following her to the door, as he was still doubtful as to her intentions concerning Miss Greeby.
The gypsy waved him aside solemnly. "Never again will you see me, my golden rye, if the stars speak truly, and if there be virtue in the lines of the hand. I came into your life: I go out of your life: and what is written shall be!" she made a mystic sign close to his face and then nodded cheerily.
"Duveleste rye!" was her final greeting, and she disappeared swiftly, but the young man did not know that the Romany farewell meant, "G.o.d bless you!"
CHAPTER XX.
THE DESTINED END.
As might have been antic.i.p.ated, Lord Garvington was in anything but a happy frame of mind. He left Silver in almost a fainting condition, and returned to The Manor feeling very sick himself. The two cowardly little men had not the necessary pluck of conspirators, and now that there seemed to be a very good chance that their nefarious doings would be made public they were both in deadly fear of the consequences. Silver was in the worst plight, since he was well aware that the law would consider him to be an accessory after the fact, and that, although his neck was not in danger, his liberty a.s.suredly was. He was so stunned by the storm which had broken so unexpectedly over his head, that he had not even the sense to run away. All manly grit--what he possessed of it--had been knocked out of him, and he could only whimper over the fire while waiting for Lambert to act.
Garvington was not quite so downhearted, as he knew that his cousin was anxious to consider the fair fame of the family. Thinking thus, he felt a trifle rea.s.sured, for the forged letter could not be made public without a slur being cast on the name. Then, again, Garvington knew that he was innocent of designing Pine"s death, and that, even if Lambert did inform the police, he could not be arrested. It is only just to say that had the little man known of Miss Greeby"s intention to murder the millionaire, he would never have written the letter which lured the man to his doom. And for two reasons: in the first place he was too cowardly to risk his neck; and in the second Pine was of more value to him alive than dead. Comforting himself with this reflection, he managed to maintain a fairly calm demeanor before his wife.
But on this night Lady Garvington was particularly exasperating, for she constantly asked questions which the husband did not feel inclined to answer. Having heard that Lambert was in the village, she wished to know why he had not been asked to stay at The Manor, and defended the young man when Garvington pointed out that an iniquitous person who had robbed Agnes of two millions could not be tolerated by the man--Garvington meant himself--he had wronged. Then Jane inquired why Lambert had brought Chaldea to the house, and what had pa.s.sed in the library, but received no answer, save a growl. Finally she insisted that Freddy had lost his appet.i.te, which was perfectly true.
"And I thought you liked that way of dressing a fish so much, dear," was her wail. "I never seem to quite hit your taste."
"Oh, bother: leave me alone, Jane. I"m worried."
"I know you are, for you have eaten so little. What is the matter?"
"Everything"s the matter, confound your inquisitiveness. Hasn"t Agnes lost all her money because of this selfish marriage with Noel, hang him?
How the d.i.c.kens do you expect us to carry on unless we borrow?"
"Can"t you get some money from the person who now inherits?"
"Jarwin won"t tell me the name."
"But I know who it is," said Lady Garvington triumphantly. "One of the servants who went to the gypsy camp this afternoon told my maid, and my maid told me. The gypsies are greatly excited, and no wonder."
Freddy stared at her. "Excited, what about?"
"Why, about the money, dear. Don"t you know?"
"No, I don"t!" shouted Freddy, breaking a gla.s.s in his irritation. "What is it? Bother you, Jane. Don"t keep me hanging on in suspense."
"I"m sure I never do, Freddy, dear. It"s Hubert"s money which has gone to his mother."
Garvington jumped up. "Who--who--who is his mother?" he demanded, furiously.
"That dear old Gentilla Stanley."
"What! What! What!"
"Oh, Freddy," said his wife plaintively. "You make my head ache. Yes, it"s quite true. Celestine had it from William the footman. Fancy, Gentilla having all that money. How lucky she is."
"Oh, d.a.m.n her; d.a.m.n her," growled Garvington, breaking another gla.s.s.
"Why, dear. I"m sure she"s going to make good use of the money. She says--so William told Celestine--that she would give a million to learn for certain who murdered poor Hubert."
"Would she? would she? would she?" Garvington"s gooseberry eyes nearly dropped out of his head, and he babbled, and burbled, and choked, and spluttered, until his wife was quite alarmed.
"Freddy, you always eat too fast. Go and lie down, dear."
"Yes," said Garvington, rapidly making up his mind to adopt a certain course about which he wished his wife to know nothing. "I"ll lie down, Jane."
"And don"t take any more wine," warned Jane, as she drifted out of the dining-room. "You are quite red as it is, dear."
But Freddy did not take this advice, but drank gla.s.s after gla.s.s until he became pot-valiant. He needed courage, as he intended to go all by himself to the lonely Abbot"s Wood Cottage and interview Silver. It occurred to Freddy that if he could induce the secretary to give up Miss Greeby to justice, Mother c.o.c.klesh.e.l.l, out of grat.i.tude, might surrender to him the sum of one million pounds. Of course, the old hag might have been talking all round the shop, and her offer might be bluff, but it was worth taking into consideration. Garvington, thinking that there was no time to lose, since his cousin might be beforehand in denouncing the guilty woman, hurried on his fur overcoat, and after leaving a lying statement with the butler that he had gone to bed, he went out by the useful blue door. In a few minutes he was trotting along the well-known path making up his mind what to say to Silver. The interview did not promise to be an easy one.
"I wish I could do without him," thought the treacherous little scoundrel as he left his own property and struck across the waste ground beyond the park wall. "But I can"t, dash it all, since he"s the only person who saw the crime actually committed. "Course he"ll get jailed as an accessory-after-the-fact: but when he comes out I"ll give him a thousand or so if the old woman parts. At all events, I"ll see what Silver is prepared to do, and then I"ll call on old c.o.c.klesh.e.l.l and make things right with her. Hang it," Freddy had a qualmish feeling. "The exposure won"t be pleasant for me over that unlucky letter, but if I can snaffle a million, it"s worth it. Curse the honor of the family, I"ve got to look after myself somehow. Ho! ho!" he chuckled as he remembered his cousin. "What a sell for Noel when he finds that I"ve taken the wind out of his sails. Serve him jolly well right."
In this way Garvington kept up his spirits during the walk, and felt entirely cheerful and virtuous by the time he reached the cottage. In the thin, cold moonlight, the wintry wood looked spectral and wan. The sight of the frowning monoliths, the gaunt, frozen trees and the snow-powdered earth, made the luxurious little man shiver. Also the antic.i.p.ated conversation rather daunted him, although he decided that after all Silver was but a feeble creature who could be easily managed.
What Freddy forgot was that he lacked pluck himself, and that Silver, driven into a corner, might fight with the courage of despair. The sight of the secretary"s deadly white and terrified face as he opened the door sufficient to peer out showed that he was at bay.
"If you come in I"ll shoot," he quavered, brokenly. "I"ll--I"ll brain you with the poker. I"ll throw hot water on you, and--and scratch out your--your--"
"Come, come," said Garvington, boldly. "It"s only me--a friend!"
Silver recognized the voice and the dumpy figure of his visitor. At once he dragged him into the pa.s.sage and barred the door quickly, breathing hard meanwhile. "I don"t mind you," he giggled, hysterically. "You"re in the same boat with me, my lord. But I fancied when you knocked that the police--the police"--his voice died weakly in his throat: he cast a wild glance around and touched his neck uneasily as though he already felt the hangman"s rope encircling it.
Garvington did not approve of this grim pantomime, and swore. "I"m quite alone, d.a.m.n you," he said roughly. "It"s all right, so far!" He sat down and loosened his overcoat, for the place was like a Turkish bath for heat. "I want a drink. You"ve been priming yourself, I see," and he pointed to a decanter of port wine and a bottle of brandy which were on the table along with a tray of gla.s.ses. "Silly a.s.s you are to mix."
"I"m--I"m--keeping up my--my spirits," giggled Silver, wholly unnerved, and pouring out the brandy with a shaking hand. "There you are, my lord.
There"s water, but no soda."
"Keeping up your spirits by pouring spirits down," said Garvington, venturing on a weak joke. "You"re in a state of siege, too."
Silver certainly was. He had bolted the shutters, and had piled furniture against the two windows of the room. On the table beside the decanter and bottles of brandy, lay a poker, a heavy club which Lambert had brought from Africa, and had left behind when he gave up the cottage, a revolver loaded in all six chambers, and a large bread knife.
Apparently the man was in a dangerous state of despair and was ready to give the officers of the law a hostile welcome when they came to arrest him. He touched the various weapons feverishly.