"What lie do you speak of?" asked Mary; "tell me."
"Oh, the villain!" repeated the girl. "I wish to G.o.d, my lady, you were safe out of this house----"
"What is it?" urged Mary, with fearful eagerness; "what lie did you speak of? what makes you now think my danger greater?"
"Oh! my lady, the lies, the horrible lies he told me to-day, when Sir Henry and himself were hiring me," replied she. "Oh! my lady, I"m sure you are not safe here----"
"For G.o.d"s sake tell me plainly, what did they say?" repeated Mary.
"Oh, ma"am, what do you think he told me? As sure as you"re sitting there, he told me he was a mad-doctor," replied she; "and he said, my lady, how that you were not in your right mind, and that he had the care of you; and, oh, my G.o.d, my lady, he told me never to be frightened if I heard you crying out and screaming when he was alone with you, for that all mad people was the same way----"
"And was Sir Henry present when he told you this?" said Mary, scarce articulately.
"He was, my lady," replied she, "and I thought he turned pale when the red-faced man said that; but he did not speak, only kept biting his lips and saying nothing."
"Then, indeed, my case is hopeless," said Mary, faintly, while all expression, save that of vacant terror, faded from her face; "give me some counsel--advise me, for G.o.d"s sake, in this terrible hour. What shall I do?"
"Ah, my lady, I wish to the blessed saints I could," rejoined the girl; "haven"t you some friends in Dublin; couldn"t I go for them?"
"No--no," said she, hastily, "you must not leave me; but, thank G.o.d, you have advised me well. I have one friend, and indeed only one, in Dublin, whom I may rely upon, my uncle, Major O"Leary; I will write to him."
She sat down, and with cold trembling hands traced the hurried lines which implored his succour; she then rang the bell. After some delay it was answered by a strange servant; and, after a few brief inquiries, to her unutterable horror she learned that all who remained of the old faithful servants of the family had been dismissed, and persons whose faces she had never seen before, hired in their stead.
These were prompt and decisive measures, and ominously portended some sinister catastrophe; the whole establishment reduced to a few strangers, and--as she had too much reason to fear--tools and creatures of the wretch Blarden. Having ascertained these facts, Mary Ashwoode, without giving the letter to the man, dismissed him with some trivial direction, and turning to her maid, said,--
"You see how it is; I am beset by enemies; may G.o.d protect and save me; what shall I do? my mind--my senses, will forsake me. Merciful heaven!
what will become of me?"
"Shall I take it myself, my lady?" inquired the maid.
Mary raised herself eagerly, but with sudden dejection, said,--
"No--no; it cannot be; you must not leave me. I could not bear to be alone here; besides, they must not think you are my friend; no, no, it cannot be."
"Well, my lady," said the maid decisively, "we"ll leave the house to-night; they"ll not be on their guard against that, and once beyond the walls, you"re safe."
"It is, I believe, the only chance of safety left me," replied Mary, distractedly; "and, as such, it shall be tried."
CHAPTER LIV.
THE TWO CHANCES--THE BRIBED COURIER.
"I don"t half like the girl you"ve picked up," said Nicholas Blarden, addressing his favourite parasite, Chancey; "she don"t look half sharp enough for our work; she hasn"t the cut of a town la.s.s about her; she"s too like a milk-maid, too simple, too soft. I"ve confounded misgivings she"s no schemer."
"Well, well--dear me, but you"re very suspicious," said Chancey. "I"d like to know did ever anything honest come out of the "Old Saint Columbkil!" there wasn"t a sharper little wench in the place than herself, and I"ll tell you that"s a big word--no, no; there"s not an inch of the fool about her."
"Well, she can"t do us much mischief anyway," said Blarden; "the three others are as true as steel--the devil"s own chickens; and mind you don"t let the door-keys out of your pocket. Honour"s all very fine, and ought not to be doubted; but there"s nothing to my mind like a stiff bit of a rusty lock."
Chancey smiled sleepily, and slapped the broad skirt of his coat twice or thrice, producing therefrom the ringing clank which betoken the presence of the keys in question.
"So then we"re all caged, by Jove," continued Blarden, rapturously; "and very different sorts of game we are too: did you ever see the show-box where the cats and the rats and the little birds are all boxed up together, higgledy-piggledy, in the same wire cage. I can"t but think of it; it"s so devilish like."
"Well, well--dear me; I declare to G.o.d but you"re a terrible funny chap," said Chancey, enjoying a quiet chuckle; "but some way or another," he continued, significantly, "I"m thinking the cat will have a claw at the little bird yet."
"Well, maybe it will;" rejoined Blarden, "you never knew one yet that was not fond of a t.i.t-bit when he could have it. Eh?"
Thus playfully they conversed, seasoning their pleasantries with sack and claret, and whatever else the cellars of Morley Court afforded, until evening closed, and the darkness of night succeeded.
Mary Ashwoode and her maid sat prepared for the execution of their adventurous project; they had early left the outer room in which we saw them last, and retired into her bedchamber to avoid suspicion; as the night advanced they extinguished the lights, lest their gleaming through the windows should betray the lateness of their vigil, and alarm the fears of their persecutors. Thus, in silence and darkness, not daring to speak, and almost afraid to breathe, they waited hour after hour until long past midnight. The well-known sounds of riotous swearing and horse-laughter, and the heavy trampling of feet, as the half-drunken revellers staggered to their beds, now reached their ears in noises faint and m.u.f.fled by the distance. At length all was again quiet, and nearly a whole hour of silence pa.s.sed away ere they ventured to move, almost to breathe.
"Now, Flora, open the outer door softly," whispered Mary, "and listen for any, the faintest sound; take off your shoes, and for your life move noiselessly."
"Never fear, my lady," responded the girl in a tone as low; and slipping off her shoes from her feet, she pressed her hand upon the young lady"s wrist, to intimate silence, and glided into the little boudoir. With sickening anxiety the young lady heard her cross the small chamber, now and then stumbling against some pieces of furniture and cautiously groping her way; at length the door-handle turned, and then followed a silence. After an interval of a few seconds the girl returned.
"Well, Flora," whispered Mary, eagerly, as she approached, "is all still?"
"Oh! blessed hour! my lady, the door"s locked on the outside," replied the maid.
"It can"t be," said Mary Ashwoode, while her very heart sank within her. "Oh! Flora, Flora--girl, don"t say that."
"It is indeed, my lady--as sure as I"m a living soul, it is so,"
replied she fearfully; "and it was wide open when I came up. Oh!
blessed hour! my lady, what are we to do?"
"I will try; I will see; perhaps you are mistaken. G.o.d grant you may be," said the young lady, making her way to the door which opened on to the lobby. She reached it--turned the handle--pressed it with all her feeble strength, but in vain; it was indeed securely locked upon the outside; her project of escape was baffled at the very outset, and with a heart-sickening sense of terror and dismay--such as she had never felt before--she returned with her attendant to her chamber.
A night, sleepless, except for a few brief and fevered slumbers, crowded with terrors, pa.s.sed heavily away, and the morning found Mary Ashwoode, pale, nervous, and feverish. She resolved, at whatever hazard, to endeavour to induce one of the new servants to convey her letter to Major O"Leary. The detection of this attempt could at worst result in nothing worse than to precipitate whatever mischief Blarden and his confederates had plotted, and which would if not so speedily, at all events as surely overtake her, were no such attempt made.
"Flora," said she, "I am resolved to try this chance, I fear me it is but a poor one; you, however, my poor girl, must not be compromised should it fail; you must not be exposed by your faithfulness to the vengeance of these villains; do you go into the next room, and I will try what may be done."
So saying, she rang the bell, and in a few minutes it was answered by the same man who had obeyed her summons on the day before. The man, although arrayed in livery, had by no means the dapper air of a professed footman, and possessed rather a villainous countenance than otherwise; he stood at the door with one hand fumbling at the handle, while he asked with an air half gruff and half awkward what she wanted.
She sat in silence for a minute like the enchanter whose spells have been for the first time answered by the appearance of the familiar; too much agitated and affrighted to utter her mandate; with a violent effort she mastered her trepidation, and with an appearance of self-possession and carelessness which she was far from feeling, she said,--
"Can you, my good man, find a trusty messenger to carry a letter for me to a friend in Dublin?"
The man remained silent for some seconds, twisted his mouth into several strange contortions, and looked very hard indeed at her. At length he said, closing the door at the same time, and speaking in a low key,--
"Well, I don"t say but I _might_ find one, but there"s a great many things would make it very costly; maybe you could not afford to pay him?"
"I could--I would--see here," and she took a diamond ring from her finger; "this is a diamond; it is of value--convey but this letter safely and it is yours."
The man took the ring from the table where she laid it, and examined it curiously.
"It"s a pretty ring--it is," said he, removing it a little from his eye, and turning it in different directions so as to make it flash and sparkle in the light, "it _is_ a pretty ring, rayther small for my fingers, though--it"s a real diamond?"