"Never you mind. Leave that to me, and send the child as I tell you."
Little Mary Gartley arrived with her message soon after four o"clock, just as Githa was leaving school. Gwethyn was walking with her down the drive, being in fact on her way to the Gartleys" cottage to leave a basketful of fruit from Mrs. Franklin. Both girls were much astonished at the summons.
"Are you sure your father wants me?" asked Githa.
"Yes, miss. He said most particular as it was Miss Hamilton."
"Come with me, Gwethyn!" begged Githa. "You have to call at the door, in any case. I"m sure Mrs. Franklin wouldn"t mind your going in. Perhaps Mr. Gartley wants to thank us for our "First Aid". I don"t like going alone."
"All serene!" returned Gwethyn, whose curiosity was considerably aroused.
"He do be askin" for you," said Mrs. Gartley, who greeted the girls at the door. "What"s come over him pa.s.ses me, but he"s set on seein" you.
It"s a poor place upstairs, and I"ve not had time lately for cleanin"; still, if you wouldn"t mind steppin" up----"
"Oh, it"s all right!" said Githa, stopping the apologies. "Will you go first to show us the way? Well, Mr. Gartley," as they entered the room, "you look a little better than when we saw you last."
"I might easy do that," replied Bob; then turning to his wife, he whispered: "Chuck they brats downstairs, we don"t want "em listenin"
here."
Mrs. Gartley hastened to put to flight five of her offspring who had followed the interesting visitors, and having administered chastis.e.m.e.nt, and locked them out of the house, returned panting from the fray, fearful of missing the least detail of the conference.
When his audience was ranged conveniently round his bedside, Bob Gartley, greatly enjoying the sense of his own importance, opened the conversation.
"I sent for you, Miss Hamilton," he began, "because there"s a something I"ve had on my mind. You done me a good turn, and I"d be ready to do a turn back. Suppose, now, as I had a bit of information that might mean a deal to you, I reckon as you"d be glad to get hold of it?"
"I"ve no doubt I should," replied Githa, "if it"s anything worth knowing."
"It be well worth knowing. Don"t you have no fear on that score. It might be the makin" of you, and it would clear up a mystery, too."
"What do you mean?" asked Githa quickly.
"I"m a poor man," returned Mr. Gartley evasively. "I"ve a big family to keep, and I wears myself out with strivin" for "em. It "ud be worth anybody"s while to know what I knows, but the question is whether it "ud be worth my while to let on. Maybe I"d best keep my information to myself."
"Suppose it were made worth your while to tell it?" returned Githa, grasping the situation.
"Ah! that "ud be a horse of another colour. I be grateful for what you"ve a-done for me--don"t you be mistakin" me on that point--but I can"t afford to be givin" away gratis what ought to be good for golden sovereigns."
"How many do you want?" inquired Githa.
"I"ve no wish to seem graspin"," replied Bob virtuously. "No one can accuse me of tryin" to get more than my dues, but I"m not denyin" as five pounds would be a very handy little sum just at present, as circ.u.mstances is rather awkward."
"I have five pounds in the Savings Bank; you shall have it if you really have any information to give me."
"You shall be judge of that, and I reckon you"ll be surprised when you hear what I"ve got to tell. Jane, is there anyone a-listenin" on the stairs?"
"Not a soul, and the door"s locked," said Mrs. Gartley, who stood by, consumed with curiosity, and almost more eager than the girls for the coming revelations.
"That be all right, then. I don"t hold with eavesdroppin". I were always taught as it were mean and underhand. It was five quid as we mentioned, wasn"t it? Thanks. There ain"t nothing like bein" sure of one"s ground. Well, as you"re really anxious to know what I knows, I"ll tell you. It were three years ago come last March, and I happened to be out one night after a little bit of business of my own which took me round by the Grange. It were quite late, maybe between twelve and one o"clock, and I were in a hurry to get back to my family, so I makes a short cut through the garden. All the house were shut up and dark, and it were plain as everyone was in bed, so I says to myself. When I comes round the corner, though, if I don"t see a light in one of the lower windows. As I goes past, I noticed that though the blind were down, it weren"t drawn full to the bottom, and there was a c.h.i.n.k of about half an inch left. I"m a man as takes a kind of interest in my neighbours, so I puts my eye to it, curious-like, and I gets a very good view into the room. There was old Mr. Ledbury, standin" by the fireplace, and he were turnin" over some papers in his hand. I"d take my Bible oath they was bank-notes. He counted "em, careful-like, and put "em inside an envelope. Then what does he do but go across the room--me watching him all the time at my peep-hole--and he twists a k.n.o.b round, and opens one of the panels in the wall. He looks at it as if he was goin" to put the papers in there; then he seems to change his mind, he shakes his head and shuts it up again, and goes over to t"other side of the room, where there was a little oak cupboard. I could see him as plain as I sees you now. There was small drawers in that cupboard, and an empty s.p.a.ce in the middle of "em. He slides a piece of wood aside there, and takes a key from his pocket, and unlocks a little door at the back among the drawers, and he puts the envelope in there, and locks it up again. Then he goes back to his arm-chair by the fireside. "Bob Gartley," I says to myself, "maybe you"ve found out something to-night, and maybe you haven"t, but you"d best keep a still tongue in your head." So I never tells no one, not even my missis here."
"That you didn"t!" agreed Mrs. Gartley. "I"d be the last you"d tell. I can"t make out what you"re drivin" at."
"You wait and see, and you"ll find out fast enough. That night as I looked through the window was the very one afore old Mr. Ledbury was took bad and died. When it came to readin" his will, there was a lot of talk in the village, and folks said as a big sum of money were missing, and couldn"t be traced nohow, and he must have gambled it away. I"d my own ideas on the subject."
"But didn"t you tell anybody?" gasped Githa.
"Not I! It weren"t none of my business. I"d enough trouble on my own account just then, for me to want to be mixed up in anyone else"s affairs."
"I remember!" exclaimed Mrs. Gartley. "You was doin" time. You got three months hard for puttin" a bullet through the keeper"s hat."
"It don"t matter what I were doin"," said Bob sulkily. "At any rate, I"d an engagement wot kept me from puttin" myself in a public position. When I gets back to Heathwell, do you think I were anxious to go and interview Mr. Wilfred Ledbury just then, and tell him my views? No, I"d had enough of lawyers for the present. They was inclined to doubt my word, somehow, and it hurts an honest man"s feelin"s to be told as he"s a liar. I thought I"d keep my eye, though, on that little cupboard, but I found there"d been an auction, and it were sold. I couldn"t get on the track of it, do what I would, or hear who"d a-got it, and I gives it up as a bad job. Then one day that young lady comes into the house paintin"
our Hugh. There were an oak cupboard in her picture, and I knows it again in a minute."
"You don"t mean to say----" cried Gwethyn, springing to her feet.
"Aye, but I do! That be the very one as I sees old Mr. Ledbury put the envelope inside!"
Gwethyn and Githa left the cottage in a state of the wildest excitement.
They went straight back to school, and ran upstairs to the studio.
Fortunately no one was in the room, so they were able at once to begin investigations on the little oak cupboard. They pulled out all the small drawers, and poked and pushed in every possible direction, but not a sign of a secret hiding-place could they find. The wood at the back of the recess in the middle seemed perfectly solid, and could not be made to budge by the fraction of an inch. They were very baffled and crest-fallen. After their success in finding the moving panel at the Grange, it was the more particularly disappointing.
"I suppose Bob Gartley really did see what he says he saw?" ventured Githa rather doubtfully. "I wonder he never mentioned it before."
"Reading between the lines, I should say he had two good reasons for his silence," replied Gwethyn. "He was probably at the Grange that night on a dishonest errand, and didn"t want the matter investigated, and also perhaps he thought he might find a chance some time to appropriate the notes. He spoke very regretfully about them."
"Do you think it could have been he who tried to break into Aireyholme?"
"I haven"t the least doubt of it. That scare happened soon after Katrine had painted her picture of the cupboard. It never struck anybody to connect the two."
"He must have intended to get in through the dining-room window, go upstairs to the studio, and hunt about for himself."
"He might have managed it, if we hadn"t had Tony that night. The darling roused us with his growling."
What was to be done next? That was the important question. If Bob Gartley"s account were true, and a secret place really existed, probably the only way to find it would be to have a joiner up, and get him to take the spice cupboard entirely to pieces. But it was Katrine"s property, and this could not be done without her permission. She was out sketching this afternoon with Miss Aubrey. Gwethyn promised to broach the matter to her when she returned.
"Don"t tell anybody else, please," said Githa. "I"d rather this wasn"t talked about in the school. If there really are bank-notes inside this cupboard, they won"t be mine. I suppose they"ll be Uncle Wilfred"s, the same as all the rest of everything."
"Unless there were a will."
"No such luck! Ceddie and I weren"t born under fortunate stars. I must be going home now, it"s most fearfully late."
"Don"t forget it"s the Sports to-morrow!"
"Rather not!"