"No," Kathleen rea.s.sured him, "his heart"s heating. Mabel and I felt it in his wrist, where doctors do. How frightfully good-looking he is!"
"Not so dusty," Gerald admitted.
"I never know what you mean by good-looking," said Jimmy, and suddenly a shadow fell on the marble beside them and a fourth voice spoke not Mabel s; her hurrying figure, though still in sight, was far away.
The children looked up into the face of the eldest of the Ugly-Wuglies, the respectable one. Jimmy and Kathleen screamed.
I am sorry, but they did.
"Hush!" said Gerald savagely: he was still wearing the ring. "Hold your tongues! I"ll get him away," he added in a whisper.
"Very sad affair this," said the respectable Ugly-Wugly. He spoke with a curious accent; there was something odd about his r"s, and his m"s and n"s were those of a person labouring under an almost intolerable cold in the head. But it was not the dreadful "oo" and "ah" voice of the night before. Kathleen and Jimmy stooped over the bailiff. Even that prostrate form, being human, seemed some little protection. But Gerald, strong in the fearlessness that the ring gave to its wearer, looked full into the face of the Ugly-Wugly and started. For though the face was almost the same as the face he had himself painted on the school drawing-paper, it was not the same.
For it was no longer paper. It was a real face, and the hands, lean and almost transparent as they were, were real hands. As it moved a little to get a better view of the bailiff it was plain that it had legs, arms live legs and arms, and a self-supporting backbone. It was alive indeed with a vengeance.
"How did it happen?" Gerald asked, with an effort of calmness a successful effort.
"Most regrettable," said the Ugly-Wugly. "The others must have missed the way last night in the pa.s.sage. They never found the hotel."
"Did you?" asked Gerald blankly.
"Of course," said the Ugly-Wugly. "Most respectable, exactly as you said. Then when I came away I didn"t come the front way because I wanted to revisit this sylvan scene by daylight, and the hotel people didn"t seem to know how to direct me to it I found the others all at this door, very angry. They"d been here all night, trying to get out. Then the door opened this gentleman must have opened it and before I could protect him, that underbred man in the high hat you remember ,"
Gerald remembered.
"Hit him on the head, and he fell where you see him. The others dispersed, and I myself was just going for a.s.sistance when I saw you."
Here Jimmy was discovered to be in tears and Kathleen white as any drawing-paper.
"What"s the matter, my little man?" said the respectable Ugly-Wugly kindly. Jimmy pa.s.sed instantly from tears to yells.
"Here, take the ring!" said Gerald in a furious whisper, and thrust it on to Jimmy"s hot, damp, resisting finger. Jimmy"s voice stopped short in the middle of a howl. And Gerald in a cold flash realized what it was that Mabel had gone through the night before. But it was daylight, and Gerald was not a coward.
"We must find the others," he said.
"I imagine," said the elderly Ugly-Wugly, "that they have gone to bathe. Their clothes are in the wood."
He pointed stiffly.
"You two go and see," said Gerald. "I"ll go on dabbing this chap"s head."
In the wood Jimmy, now fearless as any lion, discovered four heaps of clothing, with broomsticks, hockeysticks, and masks complete all that had gone to make up the gentlemen Ugly-Wuglies of the night before. On a stone seat well in the sun sat the two lady Ugly-Wuglies, and Kathleen approached them gingerly. Valour is easier in the sunshine than at night, as we all know. When she and Jimmy came close to the bench, they saw that the Ugly-Wuglies were only Ugly-Wuglies such as they had often made. There was no life in them. Jimmy shook them to pieces, and a sigh of relief burst from Kathleen.
"The spell"s broken, you see," she said; "and that old gentleman, he"s real. He only happens to be like the Ugly-Wugly we made."
"He"s got the coat that hung in the hall on, anyway," said Jimmy.
"No, it"s only like it. Let"s get back to the unconscious stranger."
They did, and Gerald begged the elderly Ugly-Wugly to retire among the bushes with Jimmy; "because, said he, "I think the poor bailiff"s coming round, and it might upset him to see strangers and Jimmy"ll keep you company. He"s the best one of us to go with you," he added hastily.
And this, since Jimmy had the ring, was certainly true.
So the two disappeared behind the rhododendrons. Mabel came back with the salts just as the bailiff opened his eyes.
"It"s just like life," she said; "I might just as well not have gone.
However ," She knelt down at once and held the bottle under the sufferer"s nose till he sneezed and feebly pushed her hand away with the faint question: "What"s up now?"
"You"ve hurt your head," said Gerald. "Lie still."
"No more smelling-bottle," he said weakly, and lay.
Quite soon he sat up and looked round him. There was an anxious silence. Here was a grown-up who knew last night"s secret, and none of the children were at all sure what the utmost rigour of the law might be in a case where people, no matter how young, made Ugly-Wuglies, and brought them to life dangerous, fighting, angry life. What would he say what would he do?" He said: "What an odd thing! Have I been insensible long?"
"Hours," said Mabel earnestly.
"Not long," said Kathleen.
"We don"t know. We found you like it," said Gerald.
"I"m all right now," said the bailiff, and his eye fell on the blood-stained handkerchief. "I say, I did give my head a bang. And you"ve been giving me first aid. Thank you most awfully. But it is rum."
"What"s rum?" politeness obliged Gerald to ask.
"Well, I suppose it isn"t really rum I expect I saw you just before I fainted, or whatever it was but I"ve dreamed the most extraordinary dream while I"ve been insensible and you were in it."
"Nothing but us?" asked Mabel breathlessly.
"Oh, lots of things impossible things but you were real enough."
Everyone breathed deeply in relief. It was indeed, as they agreed later, a lucky let-off.
"Are you sure you"re all right?" they all asked, as he got on his feet.
"Perfectly, thank you." He glanced behind Flora"s statue as he spoke. "Do you know, I dreamed there was a door there, but of course there isn"t. I don"t know how to thank you," he added, looking at them with what the girls called his beautiful, kind eyes; "it"s lucky for me you came along. You come here whenever you like, you know," he added. "I give you the freedom of the place."
"You"re the new bailiff, aren"t you?" said Mabel.
"Yes. How did you know?" he asked quickly; but they did not tell him how they knew. Instead, they found out which way he was going, and went the other way after warm handshakes and hopes on both sides that they would meet again soon.
"I"ll tell you what," said Gerald, as they watched the tall, broad figure of the bailiff grow smaller across the hot green of the gra.s.s slope, "have you got any idea of how we"re going to spend the day?
Because I have."
The others hadn"t.
"We"ll get rid of that Ugly-Wugly oh, we"ll find a way right enough and directly we"ve done it we"ll go home and seal up the ring in an envelope so that its teeth"ll be drawn and it"ll be powerless to have unforeseen larks with us. Then we"ll get out on the roof, and have a quiet day books and apples. I"m about fed up with adventures, so I tell you."
The others told him the same thing.
"Now, think," said he "think as you never thought before how to get rid of that Ugly-Wugly."