"What other way is there?"
Sir Oliver explained the matter. The explanation brought Lionel relief.
But this relief was ephemeral. Further reflection presented a new fear to him. It came to him that if Sir Oliver cleared himself, of necessity his own implication must follow. His terrors very swiftly magnified a risk that in itself was so slender as to be entirely negligible. In his eyes it ceased to be a risk; it became a certain and inevitable danger.
If Sir Oliver put forward this proof that the trail of blood had not proceeded from himself, it must, thought Lionel, inevitably be concluded that it was his own. As well might Sir Oliver tell them the whole truth, for surely they could not fail to infer it. Thus he reasoned in his terror, accounting himself lost irrevocably.
Had he but gone with those fears of his to his brother, or had he but been able to abate them sufficiently to allow reason to prevail, he must have been brought to understand how much further they carried him than was at all justified by probability. Oliver would have shown him this, would have told him that with the collapsing of the charge against himself no fresh charge could be levelled against any there, that no sc.r.a.p of suspicion had ever attached to Lionel, or ever could. But Lionel dared not seek his brother in this matter. In his heart he was ashamed of his fears; in his heart he knew himself for a craven. He realized to the full the hideousness of his selfishness, and yet, as before, he was not strong enough to conquer it. In short, his love of himself was greater than his love of his brother, or of twenty brothers.
The morrow--a bl.u.s.tering day of late March found him again at that alehouse at Penyc.u.mwick in the company of Jasper Leigh. A course had occurred to him, as the only course now possible. Last night his brother had muttered something of going to Killigrew with his proofs since Rosamund refused to receive him. Through Killigrew he would reach her, he had said; and he would yet see her on her knees craving his pardon for the wrong she had done him, for the cruelty she had shown him.
Lionel knew that Killigrew was absent from home just then; but he was expected to return by Easter, and to Easter there was but a week.
Therefore he had little time in which to act, little time in which to execute the project that had come into his mind. He cursed himself for conceiving it, but held to it with all the strength of a weak nature.
Yet when he came to sit face to face with Jasper Leigh in that little inn-parlour with the scrubbed table of plain deal between them, he lacked the courage to set his proposal forth. They drank sherry sack stiffly laced with brandy by Lionel"s suggestion, instead of the more customary mulled ale. Yet not until he had consumed the best part of a pint of it did Lionel feel himself heartened to broaching his loathsome business. Through his head hummed the words his brother had said some time ago when first the name of Jasper Leigh had pa.s.sed between them--"a desperate adventurer ripe for anything. So the price be high enough you may buy him body and soul." Money enough to buy Jasper Leigh was ready to Lionel"s hand; but it was Sir Oliver"s money--the money that was placed at Lionel"s disposal by his half-brother"s open-handed bounty. And this money he was to employ for Oliver"s utter ruin! He cursed himself for a filthy, contemptible hound; he cursed the foul fiend that whispered such suggestions into his mind; he knew himself, despised himself and reviled himself until he came to swear to be strong and to go through with whatever might await him sooner than be guilty of such a baseness; the next moment that same resolve would set him shuddering again as he viewed the inevitable consequences that must attend it.
Suddenly the captain set him a question, very softly, that fired the train and blew all his lingering self-resistance into shreds.
"You"ll ha" borne my warning to Sir Oliver?" he asked, lowering his voice so as not to be overheard by the vintner who was stirring beyond the thin wooden part.i.tion.
Master Lionel nodded, nervously fingering the jewel in his ear, his eyes shifting from their consideration of the seaman"s coa.r.s.e, weather-tanned and hairy countenance.
"I did," he said. "But Sir Oliver is headstrong. He will not stir."
"Will he not?" The captain stroked his bushy red beard and cursed profusely and horribly after the fashion of the sea. "Od"s wounds! He"s very like to swing if he bides him here."
"Ay," said Lionel, "if he bides." He felt his mouth turn dry as he spoke; his heart thudded, but its thuds were softened by a slight insensibility which the liquor had produced in him.
He uttered the words in so curious a tone that the sailor"s dark eyes peered at him from under his heavy sandy eyebrows. There was alert inquiry in that glance. Master Lionel got up suddenly.
"Let us take a turn outside, captain," said he.
The captain"s eyes narrowed. He scented business. There was something plaguily odd about this young gentleman"s manner. He tossed off the remains of his sack, slapped down the pot and rose.
"Your servant, Master Tressilian," said he.
Outside our gentleman untethered his horse from the iron ring to which he had attached the bridle; leading his horse he turned seaward and strode down the road that wound along the estuary towards Smithick.
A sharp breeze from the north was whipping the water into white peaks of foam; the sky was of a hard brightness and the sun shone brilliantly.
The tide was running out, and the rock in the very neck of the haven was thrusting its black crest above the water. A cable"s length this side of it rode the black hull and naked spars of the Swallow--Captain Leigh"s ship.
Lionel stepped along in silence, very gloomy and pensive, hesitating even now. And the crafty mariner reading this hesitation, and anxious to conquer it for the sake of such profit as he conceived might lie in the proposal which he scented, paved the way for him at last.
"I think that ye"ll have some matter to propose to me." said he slyly.
"Out with it, sir, for there never was a man more ready to serve you."
"The fact is," said Lionel, watching the other"s face with a sidelong glance, "I am in a difficult position, Master Leigh."
"I"ve been in a many," laughed the captain, "but never yet in one through which I could not win. Strip forth your own, and haply I can do as much for you as I am wont to do for myself."
"Why, it is this wise," said the other. "My brother will a.s.suredly hang as you have said if he bides him here. He is lost if they bring him to trial. And in that case, faith, I am lost too. It dishonours a man"s family to have a member of it hanged. "Tis a horrible thing to have happen."
"Indeed, indeed!" the sailor agreed encouragingly.
"I would abstract him from this," pursued Lionel, and at the same time cursed the foul fiend that prompted him such specious words to cloak his villainy. "I would abstract him from it, and yet "tis against my conscience that he should go unpunished for I swear to you, Master Leigh, that I abhor the deed--a cowardly, murderous deed!"
"Ah!" said the captain. And lest that grim e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n should check his gentleman he made haste to add--"To be sure! To be sure!"
Master Lionel stopped and faced the other squarely, his shoulders to his horse. They were quite alone in as lonely a spot as any conspirator could desire. Behind him stretched the empty beach, ahead of him the ruddy cliffs that rise gently to the wooded heights of Arwenack.
"I"ll be quite plain and open with you, Master Leigh. Peter G.o.dolphin was my friend. Sir Oliver is no more than my half-brother. I would give a deal to the man who would abstract Sir Oliver secretly from the doom that hangs over him, and yet do the thing in such a way that Sir Oliver should not thereby escape the punishment he deserves."
It was strange, he thought, even as he said it, that he could bring his lips so glibly to utter words that his heart detested.
The captain looked grim. He laid a finger upon Master Lionel"s velvet doublet in line with that false heart of his.
"I am your man," said he. "But the risk is great. Yet ye say that ye"ld give a deal...."
"Yourself shall name the price," said Lionel quickly, his eyes burning feverishly, his cheeks white.
"Oh I can contrive it, never fear," said the captain. "I know to a nicety what you require. How say you now: if I was to carry him overseas to the plantations where they lack toilers of just such thews as his?"
He lowered his voice and spoke with some slight hesitation, fearing that he proposed perhaps more than his prospective employer might desire.
"He might return," was the answer that dispelled all doubts on that score.
"Ah!" said the skipper. "What o" the Barbary rovers, then! They lack slaves and are ever ready to trade, though they be n.i.g.g.ardly payers. I never heard of none that returned once they had him safe aboard their galleys. I ha" done some trading with them, bartering human freights for spices and eastern carpets and the like."
Master Lionel breathed hard. ""Tis a horrible fate, is"t not?"
The captain stroked his beard. "Yet "tis the only really safe bestowal, and when all is said "tis not so horrible as hanging, and certainly less dishonouring to a man"s kin. Ye"ld be serving Sir Oliver and yourself."
""Tis so, tis so," cried Master Lionel almost fiercely. "And the price?"
The seaman shifted on his short, st.u.r.dy legs, and his face grew pensive.
"A hundred pound?" he suggested tentatively.
"Done with you for a hundred pounds," was the prompt answer--so prompt that Captain Leigh realized he had driven a fool"s bargain which it was inc.u.mbent upon him to amend.
"That is, a hundred pound for myself," he corrected slowly. "Then there be the crew to reckon for--to keep their counsel and lend a hand; "twill mean another hundred at the least."
Master Lionel considered a moment. "It is more than I can lay my hands on at short notice. But, look you, you shall have a hundred and fifty pounds in coin and the balance in jewels. You shall not be the loser in that, I promise you. And when you come again, and bring me word that all is done as you now undertake there shall be the like again."
Upon that the bargain was settled. And when Lionel came to talk of ways and means he found that he had allied himself to a man who understood his business thoroughly. All the a.s.sistance that the skipper asked was that Master Lionel should lure his gentleman to some concerted spot conveniently near the waterside. There Leigh would have a boat and his men in readiness, and the rest might very safely be left to him.
In a flash Lionel bethought him of the proper place for this. He swung round, and pointed across the water to Trefusis Point and the grey pile of G.o.dolphin Court all bathed in sunshine now.
"Yonder, at Trefusis Point in the shadow of G.o.dolphin Court at eight to-morrow night, when there will be no moon. I"ll see that he is there.
But on your life do not miss him."
"Trust me," said Master Leigh. "And the money?"