"The moment you run into him."
"Precisely," replied the blue giant. "And, having seen him come in here some time ago, I now ask you formally whether you have seen him too, and I call upon you to show me where he"s hiding." He thrust one huge foot forward and held his notebook open with the pencil ready.
"Anything you say will be used against you later, remember. You must all be witnesses."
"_If_ you find him," put in Uncle Felix dryly.
"_When_ I find him," said the other. And his eye wandered over to the tarpaulin that was spread out beside the rubbish-heap. For it had suddenly moved.
Everybody had seen that movement. There was no disguising it. Feeling uncomfortable the Tramp had shifted his position. He probably wanted air.
"I saw it move," the Policeman growled, moving a step towards the rubbish-heap. "He"s under there all right enough, and the sooner he comes out the better for him. That"s all I"ve got to say."
It was a most disagreeable and awkward moment. No one knew quite what was best to do. Maria turned her eyes as innocently upon the tarpaulin as she could manage, but it was obvious what she was really looking at.
Her brother held his breath and stared, expecting a pistol might appear and some one be shot dead with a marvellous aim, struck absolutely in the mathematical centre of the heart. Uncle Felix, upon whom fell the burden of rescue or defence, sat there with a curious look upon his face. For a moment it seemed he knew not what to do.
The Policeman, approaching still nearer to the tarpaulin, glared at him.
"You"re an accessory," he said sternly, "both before and after the fact."
"I didn"t say he _wasn"t_ there."
"You didn"t say he _was_," was the severe retort. It was unanswerable.
"He"ll hang by the neck till he"s dead," thought Tim, "and afterwards they"ll bury the body in a lime-kiln so that even his family can"t visit the grave." He looked wildly about him, thinking of possible ways of escape he had read or heard about, and his eye fell upon his sister Judy.
Now Judy was a queer, original maid. She believed everything in the world. She believed not only what was told her but also what she thought. And among other things she believed herself to be very beautiful, though in reality she was the ugly duckling of the brood.
"All G.o.d has made is beautiful," Aunt Emily had once reproved her, and, since G.o.d had made everything, everything must be beautiful. It was.
G.o.d had made her too, therefore she was simply lovely. She enjoyed numerous romances; one romance after another flamed into her puzzled life, each leaving her more lovely than it found her. She was also invariably good. To be asked if she was good was a blundering question to which the astonished answer was only an indignant "Of course." And, similarly, all she loved herself was beautiful. Her romances had included gardeners and postmen, stable-boys and curates, age of no particular consequence provided they stimulated her creative imagination. And the latest was--the Tramp.
Something about the woebegone figure of adventure had set on fire her mother instinct _and_ her sense of pa.s.sionate romance. She saw him young, without the tangled beard, without the rags, without the dilapidated boots. She saw him in her mind as a warrior hero, storming difficulty, despising danger, wandering beneath the stars, a being resplendent as a prince and fearless as a deity. He was a sun of the morning, and the dawn was in his glorious blue eyes.
And Tim now saw that this sister of his, alone of all the party, was about to do something unexpected. She had left her place upon the fallen trunk and stepped up in front of the Policeman.
"Stand aside, missy," this individual said, and his voice was rough, his gesture very decided. It was, in fact, his "arresting" manner. He was about to do his duty.
"Just wait a moment," said Judy calmly; and she placed herself directly in his path, her legs apart, her arms akimbo on her hips. "You say the man you want to find is old and ragged and looks like a tramp?"
"That"s it," replied the Policeman, greatly astonished, and pausing a moment in spite of himself. "You"ll see him in a moment. Jest help me to lift a corner o" this "ere tarpaulin, and I"ll show him to you." He pushed her deliberately aside.
"All right," said Judy, her eyes shining brilliantly, her gestures touched with a confidence that surprised everybody into silence, "but first I want to tell you that the person underneath this old sheet thing is not a tramp at all--"
"You don"t say so," interrupted the other, half impudently, half sarcastically. "What is he then, I"d like to know?"
The girl drew herself up and looked the great blue figure straight in the eyes.
"He"s my brother," she said, in a clear strong voice, "and he"s not a thief."
"Your brother!" repeated the man, a trifle taken aback. He guffawed.
"He"s young and n.o.ble," she went on, half singing the words in her excitement and belief, "and he"s dressed all in gold. He walks like wind about the world, has curly hair, and wears a sword of silver. He"s simply beautiful, and he"s _got no beard at all!_"
"And he"s your brother, is he?" cried the Policeman, laughing rudely, "and he jest wears all that get-up for fun, don"t he?" And he stooped down and pulled the tarpaulin violently to one side.
"He is my brother, and I love him, and he is beautiful," she answered, dancing lightly round him and flinging her arms in the air to the complete amazement of policeman, Uncle Felix, and her brother and sister into the bargain. "There! You can see for yourself!"
The Policeman stood aghast and stared. He drew a long, deep breath; he whistled softly; he pushed his big, spiked helmet back. He staggered.
"Seems there"s a mistake," he stammered stupidly, "a kind of mistake somewhere, as it were. I--" He stuck fast. He wiped his lips with his thick brown hand.
"A mistake everywhere, I think," said Uncle Felix sternly. "Your mistake."
The two men faced each other, for Uncle Felix had risen to his feet.
The children held back and stared in silence. They were not quite sure what it was they saw. On Judy"s face alone was a radiant confidence.
For, in place of the bedraggled and unkempt figure that had crawled beneath the sheet ten minutes before, there rose before them all apparently a tall young stripling, clean and white and shining as a fair Greek G.o.d. His hair was curly, he was dressed in gold, a silver sword hung down beside him, and his beardless face and beauty in it that made it radiant as a glad spring day. The sunlight was very dazzling just at that moment.
"You said," continued Uncle Felix, in a voice of deadly quiet, "that the man you wanted had a wig of hair and a beard--a false beard?"
The Policeman stared as though his eyes would drop out upon the tarpaulin. But he said no word. He consulted his note-book in a dazed, fl.u.s.tered kind of way. Then he looked up nervously at the astonishing figure of the "Tramp." Then he looked back at his book again.
"And old?" said Uncle Felix.
"And old," repeated the officer thickly, poring over the page.
"About fifty, I think, you mentioned?"
""Bout fifty--did I?" He said it faintly, like a man not sure of a lesson he ought to know by heart.
"Disguised into the bargain!" Uncle Felix raised his voice till it seemed to thunder out the words.
"Them was my instructions, sir," the man was heard to mumble sulkily.
Uncle Felix, to the children"s immense delight and admiration, took a step nearer to the man of law. The latter moved slowly backwards, glancing half fiercely, half suspiciously at the glorious figure of the person he had expected to arrest as a dangerous thief and tramp.
"And, following what you stupidly call your instructions," cried Uncle Felix, looking sternly at him, "you have broken in our gate, trespa.s.sed on our private property, disturbed our guests, and removed forcibly our tarpaulin from its rightful place."
The crestfallen and amazed Policeman gasped and raised his hands with a gesture of despair. He looked like a ruined man. Had there been a handkerchief in his bulging coat, he must have cried.
"And you call yourself an Officer of the Law?" boomed the Defender of Personal Liberty. He went still nearer to him. His voice, to the children, sounded simply magnificent. "A uniformed and salaried representative of the Government of England!"
"Oo calls me orl that?" asked the wretched man in a trembling tone. "I gets twenty-five shillings a week, and that"s orl I know."
There came a pause then, while the men faced each other.
"Uncle, let him go, please," said Judy. "He couldn"t help it, you know.
And he"s a married man with a family, I expect. Some day--"
A forgiving smile softened the features of both men at these gentle words.