This closed the prosecutor"s case; and there followed a pause, during which the Bench consulted together, and the rector eyed the congregation, nodding to one here and there. Then the Chairman, turning to him, said:
"Now, sir, do you call any witnesses?"
"Yes. My bell-ringer. He"s a good man. You can believe him."
The bell-ringer, Samuel Bevis, who took his place in the witness-box, was a kind of elderly Bacchus, with permanently trembling hands. He deposed as follows:
"When I pa.s.sed rector Tuesday arternoon, he calls after me: "See this!"
"e says, and up "e held it. "Bit o" dirrty bread," "e says; "do for my burrds." Then on he goes walkin"."
"Did you see whether the loaf was dirty?"
"Yaas, I think "twas dirrty."
"Don"t _think_! Do you _know_?"
"Yaas; "twas dirrty."
"Which side?"
"Which saide? I think "twas dirrty on the bottom."
"Are you sure?"
"Yaas; "twas dirrty on the bottom, for zartain."
"Very well. Stand down. Now, sir, will you give us your version of this matter?"
The rector, pointing at the prosecutor and the left-hand aisle, jerked out the words:
"All Chapel--want to see me down."
The Chairman said stonily:
"Never mind that. Come to the facts, please."
"Certainly! Out for a walk--pa.s.sed the baker"s cart--saw a loaf fallen in the mud--picked it up--do for my birds."
"What birds?"
"Magpie and two starlings; quite free--never shut the cage-door; well fed."
"The baker charges you with taking it from his cart."
"Lie! Underneath the cart in a puddle."
"You heard what your cook said about your eating it. Did you?"
"Yes, birds couldn"t eat all--nothing in the house--Mother and I--hungry."
"Hungry?"
"No money. Hard up--very! Often hungry. Ha, ha!"
Again through the court that queer rustle pa.s.sed. The three magistrates gazed at the accused. Then "the Honble" Calmady said:
"You say you found the loaf under the cart. Didn"t it occur to you to put it back? You could see it had fallen. How else could it have come there?"
The rector"s burning eyes seemed to melt.
"From the sky. Manna." Staring round the court, he added: "Hungry--G.o.d"s elect--to the manna born!" And, throwing back his head, he laughed. It was the only sound in a silence as of the grave.
The magistrates spoke together in low tones. The rector stood motionless, gazing at them fixedly. The people in the court sat as if at a play. Then the Chairman said:
"Case dismissed."
"Thank you."
Jerking out that short thanksgiving, the rector descended from the dock, and pa.s.sed down the centre aisle, followed by every eye.
III
From the Petty Sessions court the congregation wended its way back to Trover, by the muddy lane, "Church" and "Chapel," arguing the case. To dim the triumph of the "Church" the fact remained that the baker had lost his loaf and had not been compensated. The loaf was worth money; no money had pa.s.sed. It was hard to be victorious and yet reduced to silence and dark looks at girding adversaries. The nearer they came to home, the more angry with "Chapel" did they grow. Then the bell-ringer had his inspiration. a.s.sembling his three a.s.sistants, he hurried to the belfry, and in two minutes the little old tower was belching forth the merriest and maddest peal those bells had ever furnished. Out it swung in the still air of the grey winter day, away to the very sea.
A stranger, issuing from the inn, hearing that triumphant sound, and seeing so many black-clothed people about, said to his driver:
"What is it--a wedding?"
"No, zurr, they say "tis for the rector, like; he"ve a just been acquitted for larceny."
On the Tuesday following, the rector"s ravaged face and red-grey hair appeared in Mrs. Gloyn"s doorway, and his voice, creaking like a saw, said:
"Can you let me have a pound of b.u.t.ter? Pay you soon."
What else could he do? Not even to G.o.d"s elect does the sky always send down manna.
1916.
IV
A STRANGE THING