Mrs. Vand crossed the boundary channel, and finding no one on the hither side, concluded that Bella had escaped. She returned slowly, and, as Vand had now shut off the beam--for he also had seen that the search was vain--she stumbled up the path in a very bad temper. As her sighs and groans died away and the darkness gathered around, Cyril and Bella rose, and gliding back to the verge of the boundary channel, crossed rapidly.
In a few minutes they were on their way to Marshely.
"What does it all mean, dear?" asked Cyril, when they were quite safe.
Bella told him all about her adventure.
CHAPTER XX
THE MASTER MAGICIAN
Next morning, Dora being at school as usual, Bella received Cyril and Durgo in Miss Ankers" tiny drawing-room to discuss the position of affairs with regard to the Huxham mystery. In the negro"s opinion it was no longer a mystery, for after hearing Bella"s account of Granny Tunks"
utterances while in the trance he unhesitatingly p.r.o.nounced Henry Vand guilty.
"But on what evidence?" asked Cyril, who, like Bella, had small belief in the manifestation of the unseen.
"The evidence that Granny said that she did say," returned Durgo quietly.
"That evidence would not be accepted in a court of law," remarked Bella.
"I am aware of that. I have not been to Oxford for nothing, missy. But it gives me a clue, which I shall follow up. This afternoon I shall see Mrs. Tunks and question her."
"But if she really knows anything," said Cyril, after a pause, "it will prove that her trance statements were by design and from practical knowledge."
"I am sure they were," said Bella emphatically. "I fancied that as Granny did not see the second set of papers, which Durgo got from Mr.
Pence, that she did not know the name of Maxwell Faith, my father. But now I remember that in the first set, which she found and delivered to you, Durgo, my father"s name was also mentioned; also the number and the value of the jewels. All her talk was of the jewels."
"And of the murder of your real father by Huxham," said Durgo drily; "that was not in the first set of papers, and was only lightly referred to in the second set."
"That is strange," said Cyril reflectively.
"You no doubt think so," said the negro calmly, "as you disbelieve all that you can"t see or prove. I know otherwise."
"But, Durgo," argued Cyril, surprised at this a.s.sumption, "you have been to Oxford, and surely must have rid yourself of these barbarous African superst.i.tions."
"You call them superst.i.tions because you don"t know their esoteric meaning. But there is such a thing as magic, white and black."
"Magic! Pshaw!"
Durgo shrugged his shoulders. "Of course I never argue with an unbeliever, Cyril Lister," he said indifferently, "but the Wise Men came from the East, remember, and Europe is indebted to the East for most of her civilisation."
"But not to Africa."
"Africa has had her ancient civilisations also. In the time of the Atlanteans--but it"s useless talking of such matters. All I say is, that there are certain natural laws which, when known, can enable anyone to part what you call the spirit from the body. When the spiritual eyes are open, much can be seen that it is difficult to prove on the physical plane."
"I don"t understand what you mean by these planes," grumbled Lister.
"Quite so, and it would be useless for me to explain. But facts beyond your imagining exist, and had I the time I could prove much to you. Mrs.
Tunks is what we call clairvoyant, and when in a trance state can see--well, you heard her say what she saw, Miss Huxham."
Bella was also sceptical. "She must have read the first set of papers?"
"Probably she did, since woman is an animal filled with curiosity," said Durgo good-humouredly. "I don"t mean to say that Granny Tunks is entirely genuine. There is a good deal of humbug about her, as there is about all the Romany tribes. She may have known about the jewels, and even your real father"s name, but she did not know about his murder.
Mrs. Tunks has a small portion of clairvoyant power, which does not act at all times. When that fails her she resorts to trickery."
"Like spiritualists?" suggested Cyril.
"Exactly," a.s.sented the negro with decision. "In all phenomena connected with the unseen there is a great measure of truth, but charlatans spoil the whole business by resorting to trickery when their powers fail. And I may say that the spiritual powers do not act always, since in a great measure we are ignorant of the laws which govern them. But enough of this discussion. I do not seek to convince you. I shall see Mrs. Tunks this afternoon and gain from her actual proof of Vand"s guilt."
"But I fancied that you believed my father to be guilty," said Cyril.
"So I did, and if he were I would not mind, since Huxham was a rogue.
But from what Miss Faith--"
"Miss Huxham," interposed Bella hastily, "until this mystery is cleared up."
"Very good. Well, from what Miss Huxham overheard I am inclined to think that Vand murdered the old sailor, aided by his wife."
"For what reason?"
"You supplied it yourself, Miss Huxham; so that they might get his money."
"But what about Pence"s confession?" said Cyril. "He might have committed the deed himself."
"No; he had no reason to kill the old man, who was on his side in the matter of the marriage with Miss Huxham here. Besides, if Pence was guilty he certainly would not have composed what he did, and a.s.suredly would not have produced the one hundred pounds he stole. Now that his madness for Miss Huxham is past, Pence has behaved like a rational being, and will do his best to a.s.sist us in solving this mystery." Durgo paused, then turned to the white man. "Cyril Lister, you put an advertis.e.m.e.nt into several London papers a week ago?"
"Yes; I did so without telling you, as I hoped to surprise you with a letter from my father telling us of his whereabouts. How do you know?"
"I saw the _Telegraph_ yesterday and also the _Daily Mail_," said Durgo, nodding approvingly; "you did well. Have you had any answer?"
"If I had you should have seen it," said Cyril, wrinkling his brows as he always did when he was perplexed. "What can have become of him?"
Durgo struck his large hands together in despair. "I fear my master Edwin Lister is dead," he said mournfully.
"Why?" asked Bella and her lover simultaneously.
"Miss Huxham, you repeated to me that Granny Tunks in her trance said that the knife lying on the floor when the cripple entered to kill Huxham, was already b.l.o.o.d.y. Can"t you see?"
"See what?"
"That if the knife were already b.l.o.o.d.y, Huxham must have killed my master Edwin Lister, and then was killed in turn by Vand the cripple."
Cyril looked impatient. "That is all the black magic rubbish you talk of."
"Well, then, if my master, your father, is alive and has the jewels, why does he not write to me or to you? He knows he can trust us both. Even the advertis.e.m.e.nts have failed. No"--Durgo looked gloomy--"my heart misgives me sadly!" He arose abruptly. "Meet me at the "Chequers," Cyril Lister, and I shall tell you what I learn from Mrs. Tunks."