Then too, he was troubled in another fashion by Deede Dawson"s absence, for he was afraid it might mean that plans were being prepared, or possibly action being taken, that might mature disastrously before he himself was ready to act.
All day this feeling of unrest and apprehension continued, and at night when he went upstairs to bed it was stronger than ever. He felt convinced now that Ella was deliberately avoiding him. But then, if she distrusted him, that must be because she feared he was on her stepfather"s side, and if it seemed to her that who was on his side was of necessity an object of suspicion to herself, then there could be no such bond of dread and guilt between them as any guilty knowledge on her part of Wright"s death would involve.
The substantial proof this exercise in logic appeared to afford of Ella"s innocence brought him much comfort, but did not lighten his sense of apprehension and unrest, for he thought that in this situation in which he found himself his doubts of Ella had merely been turned into doubts on Ella"s part of himself, and that the one was just as likely as the other to end disastrously.
"Though I don"t know what I can do," he muttered as he stood in his attic, "if I gain Deede Dawson"s confidence I lose Ella"s, and if I win Ella"s, Deede Dawson will at once suspect me."
He went over to the window and looked out, supporting himself on his elbows, and gazing moodily into the darkness.
As he stood there a faint sound came softly to his ear through the stillness of the quiet night in which nothing stirred.
He listened, and heard it again. Beyond doubt some one was stirring in the garden below, moving about there very cautiously and carefully, and at once Dunn glided from the room and down the stairs with all that extraordinary lightness of tread and agility of movement of which his heavy body and clumsy-looking build gave so small promise.
He had not been living so many days in the house without having taken certain precautions, of which one had been to secure for himself a swift and silent egress whenever necessity might arise.
Keys to both the front and back doors were in his possession, and the pa.s.sage window on the ground floor he could at need lift bodily from its frame, leaving ample room for pa.s.sage either in or out. This was the method of departure he chose now since he did not know but that the doors might be watched.
Lifting the window down, he swung himself outside, replacing behind him the window so that it appeared to be as firmly in position as ever, but could be removed again almost instantly should need arise.
Once outside he listened again, and though at first everything was quiet, presently he heard again a cautious step going to and fro at a little distance.
Crouching in the shadow of the house, he listened intently, and soon was able to a.s.sure himself that there was but one footstep and that he would have only one individual to deal with.
"It won"t be Deede Dawson"s," he thought to himself, "but it may very likely be some one waiting for him to return. I must find out who--and why."
Slipping through the darkness of the night, with whose shadows he seemed to melt and mingle, as though he were but another one of them, he moved quickly in the direction of these cautious footsteps he had listened to.
They had ceased now, and the silence was profound, for those faint mult.i.tudinous noises of the night that murmur without ceasing in the woods and fields are less noticeable near the habitations of men.
A little puzzled, Dunn paused to listen again and once more crept forward a careful yard or two, and then lay still, feeling it would not be safe to venture further till he was more sure of his direction, and till some fresh sound to guide him reached his ears.
He had not long to wait, for very soon, from quite close by, he heard something that surprised and perplexed him equally--a deep, long-drawn sigh.
Again he heard it, and in utter wonder asked himself who this could be who came into another person"s garden late at night to stand and sigh, and what such a proceeding could mean.
Once more he heard the sigh, deeper even than before, and then after it a low murmur in which at first he could distinguish nothing, but then caught the name of Ella being whispered over and over again.
He bent forward, more and more puzzled, trying in vain to make out something in the darkness, and then from under a tree, whose shadow had hitherto been a complete concealment, there moved forward a form so tall and bulky there could be little doubt whom it belonged to.
"John Clive--what on earth--!" Dunn muttered, his bewilderment increasing, and the next moment he understood and had some difficulty in preventing himself from bursting out laughing as there reached him the unmistakable sound of a kiss lightly blown through the air.
Clive was sending a kiss through the night towards Ella"s room and his nocturnal visit was nothing more than the whim of a love-sick youth.
With Dunn, his first amus.e.m.e.nt gave way almost at once to an extreme annoyance.
For, in the first place, these proceedings seemed to him exceedingly impertinent, for what possible right did Clive imagine he had to come playing the fool like this, sighing in the dark and blowing kisses like a baby to its mammy?
And secondly, unless he were greatly mistaken, John Clive might just as sensibly and safely have dropped overboard from a ship in mid-Atlantic for a swim as come to indulge his sentimentalities in the Bittermeads garden at night.
"You silly a.s.s!" he said in a voice that was very low, but very distinct and very full of an extreme disgust and anger.
Clive fairly leaped in the air with his surprise, and turned and made a sudden dash at the spot whence Dunn"s voice had come, but where Dunn no longer was.
"What the blazes--?" he began, spluttering in ineffectual rage.
"You--you--!"
"You silly a.s.s!" Dunn repeated, no less emphatically than before.
Clive made another rush that a somewhat p.r.i.c.kly bush very effectually stopped.
"You--who are you--where--what--how dare you?" he gasped as he picked himself up and tried to disentangle himself from the p.r.i.c.kles.
"Don"t make such a row," said Dunn from a new direction. "Do you want to raise the whole neighbourhood? Haven"t you played the fool enough?
If you want to commit suicide, why can"t you cut your throat quietly and decently at home, instead of coming alone to the garden at Bittermeads at night?"
There was a note of sombre and intense conviction in his voice that penetrated even the excited mind of the raging Clive.
"What do you mean?" he asked, and then:
"Who are you?"
"Never mind who I am," answered Dunn. "And I mean just what I say. You might as well commit suicide out of hand as come fooling about here alone at night."
"You"re crazy, you"re talking rubbish!" Clive exclaimed.
"I"m neither crazy nor talking rubbish," answered Dunn. "But if you persist in making such a row I shall take myself off and leave you to see the thing through by yourself and get yourself knocked on the head any way you like best."
"Oh, I"m beginning to understand," said Clive. "I suppose you"re one of my poaching friends--are you? Look here, if you know who it was who attacked me the other night you can earn fifty pounds any time you like."
"Your poaching friends, as you call them," answered Dunn, "are most likely only anxious to keep out of your way. This has nothing to do with them."
"Well, come nearer and let me see you," Clive said. "You needn"t be afraid. You can"t expect me to take any notice of some one I can"t see, talking rubbish in the dark."
"I don"t much care whether you take any notice or not," answered Dunn.
"You can go your own silly way if you like, it"s nothing to me. I"ve warned you, and if you care to listen I"ll make my warning a little clearer. And one thing I will tell you--one man already has left this house hidden in a packing-case with a bullet through his brain, and I will ask you a question: "How did your father die?""
"He was killed in a motor-car accident," answered Clive hesitatingly, as though not certain whether to continue this strange and puzzling conversation or break it off.
"There are many accidents," said Dunn. "And that may have been one, for all I know, or it may not. Well, I"ve warned you. I had to do that.
You"ll probably go on acting like a fool and believing that nowadays murders don"t happen, but if you"re wise, you"ll go home to bed and run no more silly risks."
"Of course I"m not going to pay the least attention," began Clive, when Dunn interrupted him sharply.
"Hush! hush!" he said sharply. "Crouch down: don"t make a sound, don"t stir or move. Hush!"
For Dunn"s sharp ear had caught the sound of approaching footsteps that were drawing quickly nearer, and almost instantly he guessed who it would be, for there were few pedestrians who came along that lonely road so late at night.
There were two of them apparently, and at the gate of Bittermeads they halted.