"Now," said Barney, "I think I have my thumb upon him, and it will go hard with me or I will make him suffer for this h.e.l.lish intention to murder his brother. Mr. Greatrakes is a man of great wealth and high rank; he is, besides, a magistrate of the county, and, please G.o.d, I will disclose to him all that I have seen and suspect."
Barney, under the influence of these feelings, went to bed, satisfied that he had saved the life of Charles Lindsay, at least for that night, but at the same time resolved to bring his murderous brother to an account for his conduct.
CHAPTER XXIII. Greatrakes at Work--Denouement
Greatrakes was on his way from Birch Grove to Rathnllan House the next day when he was met by Barney Casey, who had been on the lookout for him. Barney, who knew not his person, was not capable of determining whether he was the individual whom he wanted or not. At all events he resolved at once to ascertain that fact. Accordingly, putting his hand to his hat, he said, with a respectful manner,--
"Pray, sir, are you the great Valentine Great Rooke, who prevents the people from dyin"?"
"I am Valentine Greatrakes," he replied, with a smile; "but I cannot prevent the people from dying."
"Begad, but you can prevent them from being sick, at any rate. I am myself sometimes subject to a colic, bad luck to it--(this was a lie, got up for the purpose of arresting the attention of Greatrakes)--and maybe if you would be kind enough to rub me down you would drive the wind out of me and cure me of it, for at least, by all accounts through the whole parish, it"s a windy colic that haunts me."
Greatrakes, who was a man of great goodnature, and strongly susceptible of humor, laughed very heartily at Barney"s account of his miserable state of health.
"Well," said he, "my good friend, let me tell you that the colic you speak of is one of the most healthy diseases we have. Don"t, if you regard your const.i.tution, and your health, ever attempt to get rid of it. Your const.i.tution is a windy const.i.tution, and that is the reason why you are graciously afflicted with a windy colic."
It was, in fact, diamond cut diamond between the two. Barney, who had never had a colic in his life, shrugged his shoulders very dolefully at the miserable character of the sympathy which was expressed for him; and Greatrakes, from his great powers of observation, saw that every word Barney uttered with respect to his besetting malady was a lie.
At length Barney"s countenance a.s.sumed an expression of such honest sincerity and feeling that Greatrakes was at once struck by it, and he kept his eye steadily fixed upon him.
"Sir," said Barney, "I understand you are a distinguished gentleman and a magistrate besides?"
"I am certainly a magistrate," replied Greatrakes; "but what is your object in asking the question, my good fellow?"
"I understand you are going to our Masther Charles Lindsay. Now, I wish to give you a hint or two concerning him. His brother--he of the Evil Eye--according to my most solemn and serious opinion, is poisoning him by degrees. I think he has been dosing him upon a small scale, so as to make him die off by the effects of poison, without any suspicion being raised against himself; but when his father told him yesterday that you were to come this day to cure him, his brother insisted that he should sit up with him, and nurse-tend him himself. I was aware of this, and from a conversation I heard him have with an old herbalist, named Sol Donnel, I had suspicions of his design against his brother"s life. He strove to kill Miss Goodwin by the d.a.m.nable force and power of his Evil Eye, and would have done so had not you cured her."
"And are you sure," replied Greatrakes, "that it is not his Evil Eye that is killing his brother?"
"I don"t know that," replied Barney; "perhaps it may be so."
"No," replied Greatrakes, "from all I have read and heard of its influence it cannot act upon persons within a certain degree of consanguinity."
"I would take my oath," said honest Barney, "that it is the poison that acts in this instance."
He then gave him a description of Woodward"s having poured the poison--or at least what he suspected to be such--into the drink which was usually left at the bedside of his brother, and of its effect upon the dog.
Greatrakes, on hearing this, drew up his horse, and looking Barney sternly in the face, asked him,--
"Pray, my good fellow, did Mr. Woodward ever injure or offend you?"
"No, sir," replied Barney, "never in any instance; but what I say I say from my love for his brother, whose life, I can swear, he is tampering with. It is a weak word, I know, but I will use a stronger, for I say he is bent upon his murder by poison."
"Well," said Greatrakes, "keep your counsel for the present. I will study this matter, and examine into it; and I shall most certainly receive your informations against him; but I must have better opportunities for making myself acquainted with the facts. In the meantime keep your own secret, and leave the rest to me."
When Greatrakes reached Rathfillan House the whole family attended him to the sick bed of Charles. Woodward was there, and appeared to feel a deep interest in the fate of his brother. Greatrakes, on looking at him, said, before he applied the sanative power which G.o.d had placed in his const.i.tution,--
"This young man is dying of a slow and subtle poison, which some person under the roof of this house has been administering to him in small doses."
As he uttered these words he fixed his eyes upon Woodward, whose face quailed and blanched under the power and significance of his gaze.
"Sir," replied Lindsay, "with the greatest respect for you, there is not a single individual under this roof who would injure him. He is beloved by every one. The sympathy felt for him through the whole parish is wonderful--but by none more than by his brother Woodward."
This explanation, however, came too late. Greatrakes"s impressions were unchanged.
"I think I will cure him," he proceeded; "but after his recovery let him be cautious in taking any drink unless from the hands of his mother or his father."
He then placed his hands over his face and chest, which he kept rubbing for at least a quarter of an hour, when, to their utter astonishment, Charles p.r.o.nounced himself in as good health as he had ever enjoyed in his lift.
"This, sir," said he, "is wonderful; why, I am perfectly restored to health. As I live, this man must have the power of G.o.d about him to be able to effect such an extraordinary cure: and he has also cured my darling Alice. What can I say? Father, give him a hundred--five hundred pounds."
Greatrakes smiled.
"You don"t know, it seems," he replied, "that I do not receive remuneration for any cures I may effect. I am wealthy and independent, and I fear that if I were to make the wonderful gift which G.o.d has bestowed on me the object of mercenary gain, it might be withdrawn from me altogether. My principle is one of humanity and benevolence. I will remain in Rathfillan for a fortnight, and shall see you again," he added, addressing himself to Charles. "Now," he proceeded, "mark me, you will require neither drinks nor medicine of any description. Whatever drinks you take, take them at the common table of the family. There are circ.u.mstances connected with your case which, as a magistrate of the county, I am I resolved to investigate."
He looked sternly at Woodward as he uttered the last words, and then took his departure to Rathfillan, having first told Barney Casey to call on him the next day.
After Greatrakes had gone, Woodward repaired to the room of his mother, in a state of agitation which we cannot describe.
"Mother," said he, "unless we can manage that old peer and his niece, I am a lost man."
"Do not be uneasy," replied his mother; "whilst you were at Ballyspellan I contrived to manage that. Ask me nothing about it; but every arrangement is made, and you are to be married this day week. Keep yourself prepared for a settled case."
What the mother"s arguments in behalf of the match may have been, we cannot pretend to say. We believe that Miss Riddle"s attachment to his handsome person and gentlemanly manners overcame all objections on the part of her uncle, and nothing now remained to stand in the way of their union.
The next day Barney Casey waited upon Greatrakes, according to appointment, when the following conversation took place between them:--
"Now," said Greatrakes, solemnly, "what is your name?"
As he put the question with a stern and magisterial air, his tablets and pencil in hand, which he did with the intention of awing Barney into a full confession of the exact truth--a precaution which Barney"s romance of the windy colic induced him to take,--"I say," he repeated, "what"s your name?"
Barney, seeing the pencil and tablets in hand, and besides not being much, or at all, acquainted with magisterial investigations, felt rather blank, and somewhat puzzled at this query.
He accordingly resorted to the usage of the country, and commenced scratching a rather round bullet head.
"My name, your honor," he replied; "my name, couldn"t you pa.s.s that by, sir?"
"No," said Greatrakes, "I cannot pa.s.s it by. In this business it is essential that I should know it."
"Ay," replied Barney, "but maybe you have some treacherous design in it, and that you are goin" to take the part of the wealthy scoundrel against the poor man; and even if you did, you wouldn"t be the first magistrate who did it."
Greatrakes looked keenly at him. The observation he expressed was precisely in accordance with the liberality of his own feelings.
"Don"t be alarmed," he added; "if you knew my character, which it is evident you do not, you would know that I never take the part of the rich man against the poor man, unless when there is justice on the part of the wealthy man, and crime, unjustifiable and cruel crime, on the part of the poor man, which, I am sorry to say, is not an unfrequent case. Now, I must insist, as a magistrate, that you give me your name."