The Sign of the Stranger.

by William Le Queux.

CHAPTER ONE.

THE ADVENT OF THE STRANGER.

The shabby stranger seated himself familiarly in a nook beside the wide-open chimney of the tap-room, and stretched out his long thin legs with a sigh.



"I want something to eat; a bit of cold meat, or bread and cheese-- anything you have handy--and a gla.s.s of beer. I"m very tired."

The village publican, scanning the stranger"s features keenly, moved slowly to execute the command and lingered over the cutting of the meat.

The other seemed to read the signs like a flash, for he roughly drew out a handful of money, saying in his bluff outspoken way--

"Be quick, mister! Here"s money to pay for it." The meal was very nimbly and swiftly placed before him; and then the landlord, with a glance back at me seated in his own little den beyond, turned off the suspicion with a remark about the warmth of the weather.

"Yes, it is a bit hot," said the stranger, a tall, thin, weary-looking man of about forty, from whose frayed clothes and peaked hat I put down to be a seafarer. "Phew! I"ve felt it to-day--and I"m not so strong, either."

"Have you come far, sir?" deferentially inquired the innkeeper who, having taken down his long clay, had also taken measure of his customer and decided that he was no ordinary tramp.

The other stopped his eating, looked Warr, the publican, full in the face in a curious, dreamy fashion, and then sighed--

"Yes, a fair distance--a matter of ten or eleven thousand miles."

The landlord caught his breath, and I noticed that he looked still more earnestly into the stranger"s weather-beaten face.

"Ah! maybe you"ve been abroad--to America?" he remarked, striking a match and holding it in his fingers before lighting his pipe.

"I have, and a good many other places as well," answered the tramp thoughtfully, resting and trying the point of the knife on the hard deal table before him. "I"m a wanderer--I am, but, by Jove!" he added, "it is real good to see these green English fields once again. When I was out yonder I never thought I"d see them any more--these old thatched houses, the old church, and the windmill that generally wants a sail."

"You speak as though you know Sibberton--" the landlord said, and then he stopped uneasily.

The customer, who saw in an instant that his slip of the tongue had nearly betrayed him, answered--

"No, unfortunately I don"t. I--well, I"ve never been in these parts before." And from where I stood I detected by the man"s keen, dark eyes that he was not speaking the truth. The innkeeper, too, was puzzled.

"This place seems a pretty spot," the shabby wayfarer went on. "How far is it to Northampton?"

"Twelve miles."

The stranger sighed, glanced across at the old grandfather clock, and went on eating. There was silence after this, broken only by the buzzing of the flies against the window close to him, and the placing or adjusting of the tumblers which Warr had gravely begun to polish.

"Let"s see," remarked the stranger reflectively at last, "if this is Sibberton, the old Earl of Stanchester lives here, I suppose?"

"He did live here, but he died a year ago."

"And young Lord Sibberton has come into the property--eh? Why, he must be one of the richest men in England," the fellow remarked with something of a sneer.

"They say he is," was Warr"s reply.

Mention of the name of Stanchester caused me to p.r.i.c.k my ears, for I had been private secretary to the old Earl and was now acting in that same capacity to the young man who had recently succeeded to the estates.

"And his sister, the fair one--Lady Lolita they call her--is she married yet?" inquired the half-famished man.

"No. She still lives with her brother and his wife up at the Hall."

The stranger grunted, and I noticed that he smiled faintly for the first time, but just at that moment he turned and catching sight of my back through the half-opened door, started slightly and appeared to be somewhat embarra.s.sed.

Why did he make that inquiry regarding Lolita, I wondered? My father, Sir George Woodhouse, having been an intimate friend of the old Earl"s, and his aide-de-camp when he was Viceroy of India, I had been taken into the latter"s confidential service as soon as I came down from Cambridge, and for the past ten years had lived as a careless bachelor in a pleasant old ivy-covered house at the end of the village, being treated more as one of the Stanchester family than as the millionaire landowner"s confidential secretary. The present Earl had been at Cambridge with me, and there was a strong bond of friendship between us.

"Yours has been a strange life," said the publican at last, in order to obtain more details of the stranger and his motive for inquiring after the people at the Hall.

"It has; I"ve drifted half over the world, but the pa.s.sion for wandering is now pretty well worn out of me," wearily responded the other, taking a sip at his beer. "They say there"s no place like home. I used to think so when the ship was steaming over the blue sea at nights with all asleep below and the clear stars shining over me. I don"t think I shall live long; that"s why I"m back again once more in England. But," he added, "we were talking of Lol--er, I mean Lady Lolita. Isn"t she even engaged?"

"Not that I know of," answered the innkeeper. "If she were, some of the servants would be sure to chatter. There ain"t much as goes on up at the Hall without me knowing it."

The estimable Warr was right. The tap-room of the _Stanchester Arms_ was the village forum where the footmen, stablemen, kennel-hands and others employed in the Earl"s great establishment a.s.sembled nightly to drink beer and discuss the gossip of the day.

"Ah! I suppose she"s just as beautiful as ever?" remarked the stranger reflectively. His voice quivered oddly, and he rose wearily, brushing the knees of his frayed and shiny trousers. "She"s one of the prettiest women in all England," added the ragged wayfarer, whose inquiries seemed to me to be made with some distinct purpose.

"She"s lovely," declared Warr. "The papers often have portraits of her.

Perhaps you"ve seen them?"

"Yes, I have," he answered, and the words came out with something like a groan.

At that instant there reached our ears the familiar jingle of harness bells, and Warr, turning quickly, cried--

"Why, she"s just coming along! You"ll see her in a moment!" And they both dashed to the small diamond-paned window which looked out upon the village street.

The stranger stood with his dark eyes peering out, his body drawn back as though fearing recognition, until a few moments later, when a smart victoria and pair of chestnuts dashed pa.s.sed, and lolling within, beneath a pale blue sunshade, was the sweet-faced woman in white returning to the Hall after making afternoon calls.

"Ah!" he gasped as the marvellous beauty of that countenance burst upon him, and was next instant lost to view as the jingling bells receded.

"You"re right!" he said, turning from the window sadly, his face blanched. "She"s more beautiful than ever--she"s absolutely lovely!"

The man was a mystery. He attracted me.

The publican remained gravely silent, utterly at a loss to understand the stranger"s meaning, while at that moment the latter apparently recollected my proximity, for he looked across towards where I, having had business with the innkeeper, still stood awaiting his return.

Suddenly turning to Warr, he said--

"I notice you have a gentleman in the parlour, there. I wonder whether you would give me just a couple of minutes alone? I want to ask you a question."

The landlord again glanced suspiciously at the mysterious stranger, but seeing the earnest, determined look upon his grizzled face, rather reluctantly consented, and conducted his customer across the low entrance-hall to a room on the opposite side, the door of which he closed behind them.

What transpired therein was in secret, but about five minutes later I heard the door open again, and the stranger, with heavy tread, walk firmly to the door.

"You won"t forget the name," he called back to Warr in a strange hard voice just before he went forth. "Richard Keene--K-e-e-n-e."

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