"Well, sir," said he, "is it fair to ask you, how you have got on in ferritin" out this black business?"
There are some words so completely low and offensive in their own nature, that no matter how kind and honest the intention of the speaker may be, they are certain to vex and annoy those to whom they are applied.
"Ferreting out!" thought the stranger--"what does the old scoundrel mean?" Yet, on second consideration, he could not for the soul of him avoid admitting that, considering the nature of the task he was engaged in, it was by no means an inappropriate ill.u.s.tration.
"No," said he, "we have made no progress, but we still trust that you will enable us to advance a step. I have already told you that we only wish to come at the princ.i.p.als. Their mere instruments we overlook.
You seem to be a poor man--but listen to me--if you can give us any a.s.sistance in this affair, you shall be an independent one during the remainder of your life. Provided murder has not been committed I guarantee perfect safety to any person who may have only acted under the orders of a superior."
"Take your time," replied the old man, with a peculiar expression. "Did you ever see a river?"
"Of course," replied the other; "why do you ask?"
"Well, now, could you, or any livin" man, make the strame of that river flow faster than its natural course?"
"Certainly not," replied the stranger.
"Well, then--I"m an ould man and be advised by me--don"t attempt to hurry the course o" the river. Take things as they come. If there"s a man on this earth that"s a livin" divil in flesh and blood, it"s Sir Thomas Gourlay, the Black Barrownight; and if there"s a man livin" that would go half way into h.e.l.l to punish him, I"m that man. Now, sir, you said, the last day you were here, that you were a gentleman and a man of honor, and I believe you. So these words that have spoken to you about him you will never mention them--you promise that?"
"Of course I can, and do. To what purpose should I mention them?"
"For your own sake, or, I should say, for the sake of the cause you are engaged in, don"t do it."
The bitterness of expression which darkened the old man"s features, while he spoke of the Baronet, was perfectly diabolical, and threw him back from the good opinion which the stranger was about to form of him, notwithstanding his conduct on the previous day"s visit.
"You don"t appear to like Sir Thomas," he said. "He is certainly no favorite of yours."
"Like him," replied the old man, bitterly. "He is supposed to be the best friend I have; but little you know the punishment he will get in his heart, sowl, and spirit--little you know what he will be made to suffer yet. Of course now you undherstand, that if I could help you, as you say, to advance a single step in finding the right heir of this property I would do it. As matthers stand now, however, I can do nothing--but I"ll tell you what I will do--I"ll be on the lookout--I"ll ask, seek, and inquire from them that have been about him at the time of the child"s disappearance, and if I can get a single particle worth mentionin" to you, you shall have it, if I could only know where a letther would find you."
The cunning, the sagacity, the indefinable twinkle that scintillated from the small, piercing eyes, were too obvious to be overlooked. The stranger instantly felt himself placed, as it were, upon his guard, and he replied,
"It is possible that I may not be in town, and my address is uncertain; but the moment you are in a capacity to communicate any information that may be useful, go to the proper quarter--to Lady Gourlay herself. I understand that a relation of yours lived and died in her service?"
"That"s true," said the man, "and a betther mistress never did G.o.d put breath in, nor a betther masther than Sir Edward. Well, I will follow your advice, but as for Sir Thomas--no matther, the time"s comin"--the river"s flowin--and if there"s a G.o.d in heaven, he will be punished for all his misdeeds--for other things as well as takin" away the child--that is, if he has taken him away. Now, sir, that"s all I can say to you at present--for I know nothing about this business. Who can tell, however, but I may ferret out something? It won"t be my heart, at any rate, that will hinder me."
There was nothing further now to detain the stranger in town. He accordingly posted it at a rapid rate to Ballytrain, accompanied by Dandy and his dulcimer, who, except during the evenings among the servants in the hotel, had very little opportunity of creating a sensation, as he thought he would have done as an amateur musician in the metropolis.
"Musha, you"re welcome back, sir," said Pat Sharpe, on seeing the stranger enter the Mitre; "troth, we were longin" for you, sir. And where is herself, your honor?"
"Whom do you mean, Pat?" said the stranger, sharply.
Pat pointed with his thumb over his shoulder toward Red Hall. "Ah!" he exclaimed, with a laugh, "by my soul I knew you"d manage it well. And troth, I"ll drink long life an" happiness an" a sweet honeymoon to yez both, this very night, till the eyes stand in my head. Ah, thin, but she is the darlin", G.o.d bless her!"
If a thunderbolt had fallen at his feet, the stranger could not have felt more astonishment; but that is not the word--sorrow--agony--indignation.
"Gracious heaven!" he exclaimed, "what is this? what villanous calumny has gone abroad?"
Here Dandy saw clearly that his master was in distress, and generously resolved to step in to his a.s.sistance.
"Paudeen," said he, "you know nothing about this business, my hurler.
You"re a day before the fair. They"re not married yet--but it"s as good--so hould your prate about it till the knot"s tied--then trumpet it through the town if you like."
The stranger felt that to enter into an altercation with two such persons would be perfect madness, and only make what now appeared to be already too bad, much worse. He therefore said, very calmly,
"Pat, I a.s.sure you, that my journey to Dublin had nothing whatsoever to do with Miss Gourlay"s. The whole matter was accidental. I know nothing about her; and if any unfortunate reports have gone abroad they are unfounded, and do equal injustice to that lady and to me."
"Divil a thing else, now, Paudeen," said Dandy, with a face full of most villanous mystery--that had runaway and elopement in every line of it--and a tone of voice that would have shamed a couple-beggar--"bad scran to the ha"p"orth happened. So don"t be puttin" bad constructions on things too soon. However, there"s a good time comin", plaise G.o.d--so now, Paudeen, behave yourself, can"t you, and don"t be vexin" the masther."
"Pat," said the stranger, feeling that the best way to put an end to this most painful conversation was to start a fresh topic, "will you send for Fenton, and say I wish to see him?"
"Fenton, sir!--why, poor Mr. Fenton has been missed out of the town and neighborhood ever since the night you and Miss Gour--I beg pardon--"
"Upon my soul, Paudeen," said Dandy, "I"ll knock you down if you say that agin now, afther what the masther an" I said to you. Hang it, can"t you have discretion, and keep your tongue widin your teeth, on this business at any rate?"
"Is not Fenton in town?" asked the stranger.
"No, sir; he has neither been seen nor heard of since that night, and the people"s beginin" to wonder what has become of him."
Here was a disappointment; just at the moment when he had determined, by seizing upon Fenton, with a view to claim him as the son of the late Sir Edward Gourlay, and the legitimate heir of Red Hall, in order, if it were legally possible, to bring about an investigation into the justice of those claims, it turned out that, as if in antic.i.p.ation of his designs, the young man either voluntarily disappeared, or else was spirited forcibly away. How to act now he felt himself completely at a loss, but as two heads he knew were better than one, he resolved to see Father M"Mahon, and ask his opinion and advice upon this strange and mysterious occurrence. In the mean time, while he is on the way to visit that amiable and benevolent priest, we shall so far gratify the reader as to throw some light upon the unaccountable disappearance of the unfortunate Fenton.
CHAPTER XVI.
Conception and Perpetration of a Diabolical Plot against Fenton.
Sir Thomas Gourlay was a man prompt and inexorable in following up his resolutions. On the night of Lucy"s flight from Red Hall, he had concocted a plan which it was not his intention to put in execution for a day or two, as he had by no means made up his mind in what manner to proceed with it. On turning over the matter, however, a second time in his thoughts, and comparing the information which he had received from Crackenfudge respecting the stranger, and the allusion to the toothpick manufacturer, he felt morally certain that Fenton was his brother"s son, and that by some means or other unknown to him he had escaped from the asylum in which he had been placed, and by some unaccountable fatality located himself in the town of Ballytrain, which, in fact, was a portion of his inheritance.
"I am wrong," thought he, "in deferring this project. There is not a moment to be lost. Some chance incident, some early recollection, even a sight of myself--for he saw me once or twice, to his cost--may awaken feelings which, by some unlucky a.s.sociation, might lead to a discovery.
Curse on the cowardly scoundrel, Corbet, that did not take my hint, and put him at once and forever out of my path, sight, and hearing. But he had scruples, forsooth; and here now is the serpent unconsciously crossing my path. This is the third time he has escaped and broken out of bounds. Upon the two former I managed him myself, without a single witness; and, but that I had lost my own child--and there is a mystery I cannot penetrate--I would have--"
Here he rang the bell, and a servant entered.
"Send up Gillespie."
The servant, as usual, bowed, and Gillespie entered.
"Gillespie, there is a young fellow in Ballytrain, named--Fenton, I think?"
"Yes, your honor; he is half-mad, or whole mad, as a good many people think."
"I am told he is fond of liquor."
"He is seldom sober, Sir Thomas."
"Will you go into Ballytrain, and try to see him? But first see the butler, and desire him, by my orders, to give you a bottle of whiskey. I don"t mean this moment, sirra," he said, for Gillespie was proceeding to take him instantly at his word.