"How much for this lot?" inquired the would-be tenant.
"Nothing," said Walker, in a sudden fit of generosity. "These stores were left by Mrs. Wilkins, and lost sight of during the row. My, what a bother she raised!"
"Yet there is no ghost; we have Betty"s word for it. Now--the bedrooms."
The "best" bedroom--that in the south-east angle--was certainly not in disorder. Indeed, it looked fresher and cleaner than any of the others; the bed was spotless; even the window-sill had been dusted recently.
"Of course," said the agent, "those two silly women have been tidying things up a bit for the season. I"m getting the hang of things by degrees. They"re afraid I might think it should have been done sooner."
"Probably," agreed Armathwaite, who, however, held a somewhat different view. The girl was not afraid of Mr. James Walker. Of whom, then, or of what? If the inquiry interested him he would find out.
The remaining bedrooms held at least one year"s dust.
A box-room, lumber-room, and servant"s bedroom occupied the second floor. In the ceiling of a small lobby there was a trap-door.
"That leads to a s.p.a.ce beneath the roof," said Walker. "By the way, there ought to be a ladder. It"s gone."
Being, as has been seen, of active habit, he brought a chair from the bedroom, stood on it, pushed up the flap, and peered into the semi-obscurity of a triangular, rafter-lined attic, lighted only by a tiny square of gla.s.s cemented into one of the flat stone slabs of the roof.
"Oh, here it is," he announced. "Shall I pull it out?"
"No, thanks," said Armathwaite. "I don"t suppose I shall mount so high again during my tenancy."
The younger man closed the trap, and, as it had been unfastened previously, shot a bolt into its socket.
"Well, that ends it," he said, brushing some grime off his hands. "If you care to stroll through the garden you"ll find plenty of fruit coming on. This should be a good year for apples and plums, I"m told. It"s too late to raise any potatoes or vegetables, but the village will supply plenty of table stuff, and cheap, too."
"Let me see," mused Armathwaite aloud. "Fifteen pounds rent, and, say, two guineas for your fee, and another guinea for the conveyance--eighteen pounds three shillings in all. Let us adjourn to the library, and I"ll pay you, sign the agreement, and initial the inventory. Then I need not detain you any longer, Mr. Walker."
The agent looked blank, as well he might. He was fl.u.s.tered, too, by the terms offered for his valuable services.
"You don"t mean that you"re going to stay here straightaway, sir?" he cried.
"Yes. I came prepared for immediate occupation. That is why I brought my bag, and some groceries."
"Groceries!"
Walker was so astonished that he could only repeat the word.
"That parcel, you know. I"m an old campaigner--that is, I have much experience of camping out, under far less pleasant conditions than in a delightful house in a Yorkshire village. I shall be quite happy here."
"But there"s a kind of an inn not far off; you"ll come and have a snack there with me, sir?" was all that Walker could find to say at the moment.
"I"m much obliged to you, but I may not stir out again to-day. Shall we go down?"
They descended the stairs, which creaked loudly under their feet. Walker was puzzled to understand a cool customer of the Armathwaite type. He had never heard of a tenancy being entered into with such prompt.i.tude, yet there was no point in the stranger"s behavior which he could fix on as definitely eccentric, or even unusual. The man evidently knew his own mind, and, if he paid up, the philosophy of Walker, senior, fitted the case admirably.
Still it was a slightly dazed Son who pocketed fifteen pounds in notes and three guineas in coin, and gave receipts for these sums, and exchanged copies of an agreement, and handed over the keys.
"Take another cigar," said the new tenant, bidding him good-bye at the front door, when bag and parcel had been brought in and dumped on the hall table. "Oh, there is one other small matter. I left three boxes at Nuttonby Station. Here is the voucher. Can you get some carter or farmer to bring them here, to-day or to-morrow? I"ll pay him well for his trouble. They"re rather heavy--books, mostly."
Conscious of a subdued feeling which he was wholly unable to explain, Walker took the cigar and the printed slip, raised his hat--an action which vexed him when he recalled it subsequently--and strolled down to the gate and the waiting dog-cart. Rattling the reins to let the pony know that he would stand no nonsense, he turned the corner on one wheel, and gave not the slightest heed to Betty Jackson"s frantic efforts to attract his attention. Without slackening pace at the Fox and Hounds Inn, he whisked into the Nuttonby road, but pulled up on the crest of the first hill.
Looking back at Elmdale, lying snug and content in the blazing sunshine of early afternoon, he gazed at the Grange during a full minute. The front door was closed. So far as he could make out, no tall figure was sauntering in garden or orchard. Then he felt in his breeches pocket, to make sure, by the touch of notes and gold, that he was not dreaming.
"Well, I"m jiggered, if this isn"t a rum go!" he muttered, and chirruped the pony into a trot again.
In the meantime, Mr. Robert Armathwaite had watched his hurried departure, in the first instance from the porch and subsequently from one of the windows in the dining-room.
"Perhaps I"ve made a mistake," he communed, with an amused smile, when he noted the momentary stopping of the dog-cart outside the village.
"I"ve puzzled that young sprig, and I might have avoided that. Not that it matters a great deal. His father will inquire at the bank about my financial standing, and the pair of them will put me down as a well-to-do lunatic. Maybe they will prove right. Who can tell? At any rate, I"ve not felt so content with my lot since I left India. Now for some bread and cheese, and a thorough survey of my domain."
He unpacked the brown paper parcel on the kitchen table, and thereby proved himself at least well skilled as a caterer. Bacon, flour, bread, tea, coffee, sugar--all manner of simple domestic stores were there. He had, in fact, gone into a grocer"s shop in Nuttonby, produced a written list, and asked that the articles named therein should be of the best quality and got ready at once.
While munching a frugal meal he bethought himself of the water supply.
Unlocking the back door, he found the well, and drew a bucket of water, which was excellent in quality, and by no means suffering from disuse; indeed, he learnt later that the Jacksons and other cottagers took their supply from that source.
After a stroll round the garden and orchard--noting the laden gooseberry and currant bushes in the one, and several varieties of apples, pears, plums, and cherries in the other--he went back to the house. Going upstairs, he took possession of the "best" room, and distributed the contents of the bag among various drawers and on a dressing-table. A large wardrobe contained some feminine garments, old, but of good quality, and he left them undisturbed. Examining the bed, he found the sheets scrupulously clean and well-aired. To all seeming, they had been put there that very day, and he believed that the Jackson family meant to accommodate some friend in the Grange for the night, which reasonable surmise explained Betty Jackson"s anxiety lest any hint of the project should reach the agent"s ears.
"It"s too bad if I"ve contrived to upset their plans," he mused.
"They"re welcome to any other room, for all that I care, and I"ll tell them so if I come across either of them this evening."
Nevertheless, meaning to be lord of his own realm, he locked the doors, both back and front, when he went for a ramble over the moors. He was willing to fall in with any hospitable arrangement the caretakers might have in view, but they must consult him, and he refused to have either of them prowling about the house in his absence.
He followed the moorland road for some miles, meeting no one, and seeing no living creature save hundreds of black-faced sheep. Not even a grouse scurried across the heather, for June is the nesting season, and the parent birds lie close. Noting the watershed, he found the source of the beck which brawled through Elmdale, and tracked it back to the village.
It was alive with trout and grayling, and his fingers itched for a rod.
He regretted now that he had not obtained the names of some of the riparian landowners from Walker, but realized that the village inn would soon yield all the information he needed, and probably contain some of the farmers in person that evening.
He reached his new abode, however, somewhat later than he had intended, approaching it from the east, which afforded not only a new point of view, but enabled him to detect Mrs. Jackson and Betty in a series of manoeuvres which were distinctly mysterious when taken into account with their earlier att.i.tude.
Obviously, when he emerged from the depths of the tree-lined gill, and first caught sight of the house, mother and daughter had just quitted the front door, presumably after knocking, and failing to obtain an answer. Betty ran out into the road, and gazed up towards the moor.
Apparently satisfied by her scrutiny of that bare upland she hurried to the rear of the premises, and reappeared, carrying a gardener"s ladder, which she placed against the wall. Giving a rapid glance in the direction of the village, she mounted the ladder. It was rather short, and she was in some danger of falling, but, by clinging to a creeper, she managed to reach a sufficient height that she could peer into the bedroom in which Armathwaite had spread his belongings.
She descended again swiftly, took away the ladder, and returned to her mother. Both women eyed the upper windows anxiously, and, as the outcome of some talk, Betty went to the gate a second time, and looked along the bold curve of the moorland road. She shook her head. Her mother joined her, and the two went to their cottage.
Armathwaite smiled, and resolved to keep his knowledge of the Jacksons"
behavior to himself. He did not wish to quarrel with the women, who would be useful in many ways. In a day or two, when he had won their confidence, they would doubtless explain their queer proceedings; most likely, the explanation would prove so simple that it would never occur to a suspicious mind.
Having waited to fill his pipe, he entered the village, and walked up the narrow path to Mrs. Jackson"s abode. He was met at the door by Betty. She seemed to be rather alarmed by the visit, yet pleased to see him.
"Can we do anything for you, sir?" she said. "Mother and I went to the house a while ago, but you were out."
In the oblique Yorkshire way she had partly told the reason of the visit. Mrs. Jackson, too, came and stood near her daughter, and it was curious to note the underlook of alarm, of poignant anxiety, in both faces.
"I wish to make your acquaintance, and to inquire about milk, b.u.t.ter, and eggs," he said pleasantly. "Mr. Walker suggested that you might be willing to attend to household matters, and that would take a burden off my mind."
"We"ll be pleased to do it, and reasonable, too, sir," said Mrs. Jackson promptly.
"Very well. Come and see me in the morning. Meanwhile, can you arrange for a quart of milk, a pound of b.u.t.ter, and a few eggs to be sent in immediately?"