At about nine o"clock the next morning Reginald Dudleigh stood at his father"s gate--the gate of that home from which he had been so long an exile. The porter came out to open it, and stared at him in surprise.
"I didn"t know you was out, Sir," he said.
Evidently the porter had mistaken him for Leon. This address a.s.sured him of the fact of Leon"s presence. The porter was a new hand, and Reginald did not think it worth while to explain. He entered silently while the porter held the gate open, and then walked up the long avenue toward the manor-house.
The door was open. He walked in. Some servants were moving about, who seemed think his presence a matter of course. These also evidently mistook him for Leon; and these things, slight as they were, a.s.sured him that his brother must be here. Yet in spite of the great purpose for which he had come--a purpose, as he felt, of life and death, and even more--in spite of this, he could not help pausing for a moment as he found himself within these familiar precincts, in the home of his childhood, within sight of objects so well remembered, so long lost to view.
But it was only for a few moments. The first rush of feeling pa.s.sed, and then there came back the recollection of all that lay before him, of all that depended upon this visit. He walked on. He reached the great stairway. He ascended it. He came to the great hall up stairs. On one side was the drawing-room, on the other the library. The former was empty, but in the latter there was a solitary occupant. He was seated at a table, writing. So intent was this man in his occupation that he did not hear the sound of approaching footsteps, or at least did not regard them; for even as Reginald stood looking at him, he went on with his writing. His back was turned toward the door, so that Reginald could not see his face, but the outline of the figure was sufficient. Reginald stood for a moment looking at him. Then he advanced toward the writer, and laid his hand upon his shoulder.
The writer gave a sudden start, leaped from his chair, and turned round.
There was fear on his face--the fear of one who is on the look-out for sudden danger--a fear without a particle of recognition. But gradually the blankness of his terrified face departed, and there came a new expression--an expression in which there was equal terror, yet at the same time a full recognition of the danger before him.
It was Leon Dudleigh.
Reginald said not one word, but looked at him with a stern, relentless face.
As these two thus stood looking at one another, each saw in the other"s face the marvelous resemblance to himself, which had been already so striking to others, and so bewildering. But the expression was totally different. Aside from the general air characteristic of each, there was the look that had been called up by the present meeting. Reginald confronted his brother with a stern, menacing gaze, and a look of authority that was more than the ordinary look which might belong to an elder brother. Leon"s face still kept its look of fear, and there seemed to be struggling with this fear an impulse to fly, which he was unable to obey. Reginald looked like the master, Leon like the culprit and the slave.
Leon was the first to speak.
"You--here!" he faltered.
"Where else should I be?" said Reginald, in a stern voice.
"What do you want?" asked Leon, rallying from his fear, and apparently encouraged by the sound of his own voice.
"What do I want?" repeated Reginald. "Many things. First, I want you; secondly, my mother."
"You won"t get any thing out of me," said Leon, fiercely.
"In the first place, the sight of you is one of the chief things," said Reginald, with a sneer. "After having heard your sad fate, it is something to see you here in the flesh."
"It"s that infernal porter!" cried Leon, half to himself.
"What do you mean? Do you blame him for letting me in--_me_--Reginald Dudleigh-your elder brother?"
"You"re disinherited," growled Leon.
"Pooh!" said Reginald. "How can the eldest son be disinherited? But I"m not going to waste time. I have come to call you to account for what you have done, and I have that to say to you which you must hear, and, what is more, you must obey."
If Leon"s face could have grown whiter than it already was, it would have become so at these words. His fear seemed swallowed up in a wild overmastering rush of fury and indignation. He started back and seized the bell-rope.
"I don"t know you!" he almost yelled. "Who are you!" Saying this he pulled the bell-rope again and again. "Who are you?" he repeated over and over again, pulling the bell-rope as he spoke. "I"ll have you turned out. You"re an infernal impostor! Who are you? I can prove that Reginald Dudleigh is dead. I"ll have you turned out. I"ll have you turned out."
While he was speaking, his frantic and repeated tugs at the bell had roused the house. Outside the rush of footsteps was heard, and soon a crowd of servants poured into the room.
"You scoundrels!" roared Leon. "What do you mean by letting strangers in here in this way? Put this fellow out! Put him out! Curse you! why don"t you collar him and put him out?"
As the servants entered, Reginald turned half round and faced them. Leon shouted out these words, and shook his fist toward his brother, while the servants stared in amazement at the astonishing spectacle. The two brothers stood there before them, the one calm and self-possessed, the other infuriated with excitement; but the wonderful resemblance between them held the servants spell-bound.
As soon as he could make himself heard Reginald spoke.
"You will do nothing of the kind. Most of you are new faces, but some of you remember me. Holder," said he, as his eyes wandering over the faces before him, rested upon one, "don"t you know your young master?
Have you forgotten Reginald Dudleigh?"
As he said this an old man came forth from the rear and looked at him, with his hands clasped together and his eyes full of tears.
"Lord be merciful to us all," he cried with a trembling voice, "if it beant Master Reginald hisself come back to life again and me mournin"
over him as dead! Oh Master Reginald, but it"s glad I am this day. And where have ye been?"
"Never mind, old man," said Reginald, kindly; "you"ll know soon enough."
Saying this, he shook the old man"s hand, and then turned with lowering brow once more upon Leon.
"Leon," said he, "none of this foolery, You found out what I am when you were a boy. None of this hysterical excitement. _I_ am master here."
But Leon made no reply. With his face now on fire with rage, he retreated a few steps and looked under the table. He called quickly to something that was there, and as he called, a huge dog came forth and stood by his side. This dog he led forward, and pointed at Reginald.
The servants looked on with pale faces at this scene, overcome with horror as they saw Leon"s purpose.
"Go," said Leon, fiercely, to Reginald, "or you"ll be sorry."
Reginald said nothing, but put his hand into his breast pocket and drew forth a revolver. It was not a very common weapon in England in those days, but Reginald had picked one up in his wanderings, and had brought it with him on the present occasion. Leon, however, did not seem to notice it. He was intent on one purpose, and that was to drive Reginald away.
He therefore put his hand on the dog"s head, and, pointing toward his brother, shouted, "At him, Sir!" The dog hesitated for a moment. His master called again. The huge brute gathered himself up. One more cry from the now frenzied Leon, and the dog gave a tremendous leap forward full at Reginald"s throat.
A cry of horror burst from the servants. They were by no means oversensitive, but this scene was too terrible.
The dog sprang.
But at that instant the loud report of Reginald"s revolver rang through the house, and the fierce beast, with a sharp howl, fell back, and lay on the floor writhing in his death agony. The wound was a mortal one.
Reginald replaced his pistol in his pocket.
"I"m sorry for the poor beast," said he, as he looked at the dog for a moment, "but I could not help it. And you," he continued, turning to the servants, "go down stairs. When I want you I will call for you. Holder will tell you who I am."
At this the servants all retreated, overawed by the look and manner of this new master.
The shot of the pistol seemed to have overwhelmed Leon. He shrank back, and stared by turns at Reginald and the dog, with a white face and a scowling-brow.
After the servants had gone, Reginald walked up to him.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE FIERCE BEAST, WITH A SHARP HOWL, FELL BACK.]
"I will have no more words," said he, fiercely. "I"m your master now, Leon, as I always have been. You are in my power now. You must either do as I bid you, or else go to jail. I have taken up all your notes; I have paid more than forty thousand pounds, and I now hold those notes of yours. I do not intend to let you go till you do what I wish. If you don"t, I will take you from this place and put you in jail. I have warrants all ready, and in the proper hands. The officers are waiting in the neighborhood. Besides these claims, I shall have charges against you of a graver kind; you know what, so that you can not escape. Now listen. I am your only creditor now, and your only accuser. You need not hide any longer, or fly from the country. Confess; come to terms with me, and you shall be a free man; refuse, and you shall suffer the very worst that the law inflicts. If you do not come to terms with me, you are lost. I give you only this chance. You can do nothing. You can not harm Miss Dalton now, for I have found you out, and your miserable trick is of no use any longer. Come, now; decide at once. I will give you just ten minutes. If you come to terms, you are safe; if not, you go to jail."
"Who"ll take me!" said Leon, in a surly voice.
"_I_," said Reginald--"_I_, with my own hands. I will take you out of this place, and hand you over to the officers who are waiting not very far away."