"Talking o" he," said the countryman, whom the tragical side seemed to impress not in the least. "I bin over to th" ice to get that ladder out, but it"s that hard froze in, and that heavy I can"t move it.
You"ll have to lend a hand, Muster."
"And a devilish good thing you can"t move it, Joe. Why don"t you see, lying just where it was it"ll furnish a very important item of evidence."
Now old Joe"s stolidity did undergo a shock. That last word conveyed an unpleasant suggestiveness of the atmosphere of courts, and of the atmosphere of courts the rustic mind stands in holy terror.
"There"ll be an inquess then, a crowner"s inquess?" he said, with sudden awe. "Lor sakes, Mus" Mervyn they can"t bring in as _we_ had to do with it?"
"Of course not, you old juggins. But don"t you see--the first thing they"ll ask was how he got here and where he came from, and all that.
Well, the position of the ladder--left exactly where it was, you understand--will confirm my explanation as to how he got here. So it"s devilish important that it should be left there. Now, do you see?"
Joe did see--and saw something else, or thought he did. For now his little rustic cunning suggested to his little rustic mind that his master seemed rather over anxious to supply material for explanation.
"Well, _I_ didn"t see the gemmun," he answered, with a note of sulkiness underlying his tone. "You"ll mind I said so, Mus" Mervyn. I didn"t see he."
"No, but you"ve got to now, so come along and look at him. After that you must hitch up the pony and cart, and get along to Clancehurst, and tell Dr Sandys and the Police Inspector to come along here at once.
And--look. There are the strange gentleman"s clothes, hanging up on that clothes-horse to dry. I didn"t change mine--wasn"t wet enough."
The clothes were hung in front of the kitchen fire now roaring and crackling merrily. Joe eyed them with surly disgust. He was becoming more and more imbued with a horrid suspicion that he would be involved in a charge of murdering the stranger--whom as yet he had not even seen--and in the result, duly hanged in Clancehurst gaol; incidentally that edifice was not of sufficient county importance to be used for capital executions, but of this, of course, he was ignorant.
"Well, come along," said his master, turning. But Joe didn"t move.
"Beggin" pardon, sur," he said, "but I"d rather not. I said I didn"t see he, and I don"t want to now."
"Oh, that"s it is it? Well you"d better. They"ll be asking all sorts of questions--and we are the only two people in the house. You"ll have to give evidence in any case, and you"ll do it all the better for having seen all there is to be seen. So, don"t be a fool. I only want you to see just how the man was when I found him. Of course he won"t be touched or moved or anything until the doctor comes."
The old man gave way, although reluctantly, and followed his master into the chamber of death.
"Who be he, sur, do you know?" he asked in lowered voice, as he stood gazing, awed, upon the still features. ""E be a middlin" likely sort of gent, for sure."
"I know just as much about him as you do, Joe. As I told you this morning--I never ask people about themselves, and he didn"t tell me anything. No doubt he would have done so this morning, poor chap, but-- there he is. Well, get away now and fetch the doctor and the police, and the sooner we get all the bother over and done with the better."
Mervyn went out, and superintended the harnessing of the pony, and saw his old retainer start. It would take the latter well over the hour to jog along the hilly road, between Heath Hover and Clancehurst.
"Straight on and straight back, Joe," was his parting injunction. "You don"t want to wet your whistle at any pubs this journey you know. The business is too important. And keep your tongue in your head about it, too. The only people you"ve got to wag it to are the doctor and the inspector. To any one else might make things unpleasant to you. See?"
Having, as he thought, effectually frightened his ancient servitor into discretion, and duly seen him start, Mervyn went back to the house, but did not enter. Instead, he took his way up to the sluice and stood gazing out over the ice-bound pond. There was nothing to be done until the representatives of medicine and the law should arrive, and meanwhile he felt a sort of disinclination to enter the house. But for its rather thick coating of snow he would have put on his skates and amused himself upon the said ice, cutting a few figures. Then he remembered he had had no breakfast, and suddenly felt the want of it.
Accordingly he descended the path, and entering began to get out the requisite materials. He was accustomed largely to doing for himself, so in a trice he had brewed his tea in the kitchen and got out other things needed. But some of the said other things were in the living-room, left there from the night before. He did not care to breakfast there with the dead man lying on the couch in the same room.
The latter seemed unusually, supernaturally still. He glanced at the couch. It was just as he had left it. There was nothing particularly repellant in the dead man"s aspect. On the whole it was rather peaceful--still, he preferred to have his breakfast somewhere else. And then, while collecting what he required, his thoughts went again to the thing he had deposited within the vase on the mantelpiece.
This he now extracted. Had there been any one to witness the process, they would have seen that it was effected with extraordinary care. For instance, he did not touch the object, he turned it out upon the table, and when he moved it at all it was with a bit of stick which he took from the remains of what had been used to make the fire with. Yet it was a harmless looking thing enough--a small, shining disk not more than an inch and a half in diameter, and it had five points like those of a star.
What an extraordinary thing was that which had happened, he said to himself. The omen of the door handle and the open door; and involuntarily now he glanced at the latter. But it was fast shut, and the handle at its usual angle. It had been the means of saving the stranger"s life--for what a very short time, as events had proved--and he remembered how he had marvelled that contrary to all report the manifestation had been effected in bringing any _good_ to anybody. Well the "good" had not been effectual enough to last, so that far the grimness of the tradition did not belie itself. It was indeed extraordinary, and here in the broad daylight he could afford to contemplate it from a purely speculative point of view. Yet as he looked more and more at the little disk a good deal of an uneasy fascination was upon him, and well it might be--none knew this better than himself.
Then he did a strange thing. He went out of the room, returning immediately wearing a thick pair of fur-lined gloves. He took up the trinket, even then holding it gingerly. He looked round for something to wrap it in, then thought better of it. He rose, and carried the thing out, holding it behind him, and ascended again to the sluice.
There was a small hole in the ice, where the overflow ran out over an iron door. That would do. No, it would not. He paused--just in time, as he realised he had been on the point of making a most fatal mistake.
He looked around, not furtively, not pointedly, just casually. Not a soul was in sight, but he knew, none better, that it does not follow that because you cannot see a soul therefore not a soul can see you. A cloud of blue t.i.tmice was twittering in a leafless alder, glancing from twig to twig. Overhead a little red kestrel was hovering against the cloudless blue of the dazzling winter sky, and two squirrels gambolled and chirked among the feathering boughs of a dark yew tree which still had a few berries left. Blackbirds clucked and flickered over the ice surface. All Nature was joyous and at peace this bracing, invigorating winter morning, and within the room down yonder the dead man lay.
Mervyn turned to regain the house. The little black kitten, its bushy tail erect, came bounding up the path stairway to meet him, but he did not take it up, as it rubbed against his legs, purring a greeting.
Halfway down the earth stairway a large stone lay, partly embedded in the soil. Mervyn bent down as though to tie up his bootlace. When he rose again that stone was the custodian of something. It was the tombstone of the strange small disk he had held in his hand.
Mervyn went into the kitchen, where he had left his breakfast all ready; and then he did another strange thing. He took off the big fur gloves he had been wearing, and put both well to the back of the red, roaring, kitchen fire. In an instant they were absorbed in the furnace-like heat. Then he sat down to his breakfast, but, in view of the proceedings just detailed he thought he could in a degree estimate the sensations of a murderer, who has carefully and effectually--as he thinks--disposed of every item of evidence.
CHAPTER FIVE.
THE ENQUIRY.
About lunch-time a smart dogcart came bowling along the snow covered road, and from it descended the doctor and the police inspector, likewise a constable: old Joe, with his slower conveyance, had been left to follow on. Dr Sandys was a good representative of the prosperous G.P. in practice in a prosperous market town; genial, hearty, and prepared to be surprised at nothing which came in his way professionally. The inspector likewise was a good type of his kind; tall, alert, rather soldierly in countenance and bearing.
"Well, Mr Mervyn, this is a strange sort of happening, isn"t it?" began the former. "However, the first thing to do is to get to work."
"Will you look at the--er--the body first, or the locality?" said Mervyn.
"The locality?"
"Yes. I mean where I first picked him up. I suppose Joe told you all about it, didn"t he?"
"Yes, he told us all about it--after a fashion," said the inspector with a slight smile. "But I needn"t remind you Mr Mervyn, what sort of a "telling all about it," one would be likely to get from a man of old Joe"s stamp. So the first thing to do is for you to give us your account of what happened," and the speaker"s hand instinctively dived for his notebook.
"I rather think I had better inspect the "subject" the first thing, Nashby," struck in the doctor.
"Of course. This way."
Mervyn showed them into the room and raised the blinds, which he had lowered again after the first discovery. The constable was left in charge of the dogcart. The doctor bent over the dead man and proceeded to make his first examination. The bystanders could not but notice that he looked more than a little puzzled.
"We shall have to strip him," he said, looking up. This was done, the police inspector giving his aid. Mervyn stood and looked on.
The body was that of a well-knit, well-proportioned man, probably on the right side of forty.
"No sign of injury, none whatever," p.r.o.nounced the doctor, "and his heart is as sound as a bell. Here is something, but it seems of no importance. At one time or other, he was addicted to the drug habit,"
pointing to the left arm, which he had raised. "But--not lately."
"Not lately?" echoed the inspector, whose notebook was in full swing.
"Now to be precise, doctor, up to how lately should you say?"
"It"s impossible to be precise," was the answer, "if by that you mean exactly how many years ago he discontinued the habit--and from all appearances he needn"t have been very greatly addicted to it even then.
Certainly not less than five or six years ago, possibly longer; indeed, I should say longer."
The inspector nodded, and for a minute or two his stylo was very busy indeed. The puzzled frown on the surgeon"s face grew deeper and deeper, and well it might. Here was a strong, well-built, healthy man in the prime of life, dying in his sleep, and no sign whatever to guide Science towards the discovery of the cause.
"We shall have to make an exhaustive postmortem," said the doctor at last, covering the dead man again, "and to this end I must take steps for having the body removed to Clancehurst, for I propose to call in first-rate expert a.s.sistance."
"Very good, sir," a.s.sented the inspector briskly, relieved that he was now going to get his own innings, and also all his professional keenness to the fore over the prospect of being put in charge of a very out-of-the-way case. "And now, with Mr Mervyn"s permission, I will take his statement as to the whole of last night"s occurrence."
"You shall have it to the full," was the answer. "But first of all had you not better go through the poor chap"s clothes--they are hanging up in the kitchen where I put them to dry, those he has on now are mine, which I rigged him out with as a change. Needless to say I haven"t touched a thing of his, pending your arrival. You may find some clue to identification there."