"Thank G.o.d for that," said Bella reverently, and being unstrung wept bitterly.
CHAPTER XV
DURGO, THE DETECTIVE
As has been seen, Durgo was no ordinary man, and even had he been white instead of black, would have pa.s.sed for a clever member of the Aryan race. Undoubtedly the strain of Arab blood in him sharpened his intellectual faculties, and made him ambitious to play a leading part in the history of his tribe. That the members of it were savages mattered very little, since he had been educated in the lore of the ruling race, and could raise them sooner or later almost to his own level. Almost, that is, but not quite, for Durgo had no notion that any individual of his tribe should be as clever as himself. He wished to be a despot, and rule from an autocratic throne.
The one weak point in his character--if grat.i.tude can be called weakness--was his adoration of Edwin Lister. That gentleman had undoubtedly saved his life, and a.s.suredly had aided him to attain to his present position of culture by inducing the old chief to send his clever son to England. But Cyril knew, what Durgo in his blind idolatry did not--that Edwin Lister was not a man to work for nothing, and wanted much more than he ever gave. There was every chance that he would abuse the grat.i.tude of Durgo, when the negro"s ambition was achieved, and if his protege revolted from complying with the exorbitant demands which would surely be made on his generosity, he would speedily be reminded of what had been done for him. With an ordinary man this would have mattered little as such a one would decline unreasonable exactions. But Durgo"s strongest trait was grat.i.tude, and it was probable that in spite of his clever brain and European education, he would become the mere puppet of his benefactor. Thus the very n.o.bility of Durgo"s nature would reduce him to slavery, and he would be ruined because he possessed the rarest of all virtues.
Little as Cyril had seen of his father, he knew his character thoroughly, being able to read by intuition, as well as by observation.
Edwin had only one G.o.d to worship, and that was himself--a deity so congenial that the egotist was most devout in his religion. Of course, Durgo"s enslavement and Edwin Lister"s tyranny had nothing to do with Cyril, as father and son had long since gone on their several ways. But Cyril liked the negro, and swore to himself that if Durgo aided him to marry Bella, he would stand by him when Edwin Lister played the tyrant.
As yet--so much Cyril gathered--the trader had not shown the cloven foot, but he would do so sooner or later, and then Cyril hoped to open Durgo"s eyes to the fact that his grat.i.tude was being abused.
But there was much to be done before affairs arrived at this point, and the first necessary step to take was to discover the whereabouts of Edwin Lister. Durgo had learned much from Cyril, and something from Granny Tunks; now it was necessary that he should be informed by Bella of the accusation of Pence, and of her doubts about the preacher. She resolved to see Durgo for herself, and when Dora was at school, she watched at the window of the cottage for the coming of the negro. She did not even tell Cyril of her intention, as he disbelieved her statement that Pence had stolen certain papers and was connected in some way with the murder. That she had absolutely no grounds for such a belief troubled Bella very little, since she was very much the woman.
All she knew was, that Pence could not have heard the truth about her not being Huxham"s daughter from Huxham himself and it was necessary to find out how he came to know, let alone the necessity of making certain of its truth. Cyril would have scruples in a.s.saulting Pence, and learning the truth at the sword"s point, as it were. Durgo, being uncivilised, for all his education would have no such scruples, and therefore was the best person to apply to. He would undoubtedly twist Pence"s slender neck as he would that of a rabbit, if he could force from him any information likely to forward his aims. And unless some such brutal course was taken Bella felt sure that Pence would hold his tongue. In her exasperation against the troublesome preacher, all the girl"s worst traits came uppermost.
Durgo did not pa.s.s along the road in the morning, and Bella almost despaired of seeing him. She nearly decided to go to "The Chequers Inn,"
but a memory of Mrs. Giles" gossiping tongue prevented her risking so much. In the afternoon, however, Durgo lounged along the road, in his lazy, heavy, ma.s.sive fashion, arrayed in his rough tweed clothes, and looking very much like a burly prize-fighter. Luckily there was no one in sight, as Miss Ankers" cottage was in a solitary corner on the outskirts of Marshely, so Bella ran hatless into the garden to beckon the negro into the cottage.
"Come in! come in! I wish to speak to you," she said hurriedly, when he stepped up to the white palings; and she glanced right and left, to be sure that no curious eyes were on her.
Durgo stared and frowned, as education in a world-famous University had not quite eradicated his contempt for women. However, when Bella ran inside again, and stood beckoning him in the pa.s.sage, he resolved to enter, if only to learn why she acted in this bold way. So tall was Durgo, and so low the door, that he had to stoop considerably to enter, and when in the little drawing-room he bulked hugely as Gulliver in the Lilliputian temple.
"What is it, missy?" asked Durgo roughly, for he was not inclined to waste his time in saying pretty nothings to this Englishwoman, when so much was at stake. "I cannot stay here; I am busy."
"I wish to help you," said Bella, going straight to the point.
"In what way?" Durgo stared at her peremptory tone.
"I wish to help you on condition that you help me."
"In what way?" he asked again, and sat down on a chair, which creaked under his mighty weight.
"Listen," said Bella, speaking very slowly, and with her eyes on his strong, black face. "You are not of my colour or race, yet I am going to trust you, as Cyril told me all about you. Besides, we are both working for the same end--that is, we both wish to find Edwin Lister. Cyril told me what Mrs. Tunks discovered."
"He had no right," frowned Durgo; "I want no women----"
"Don"t despise women," said Bella drily, "for you may need the help of one woman, and she is my own self. You know that I am supposed to be Captain Huxham"s daughter?"
"Supposed to be?" Durgo noted the way she placed her words at once, which said much for his powers of observation, and the quick working of his brain.
"Yes, Silas Pence, the preacher----"
"I know him, missy. Go on."
"Loves me," continued Bella, with a blush; "and to marry me he would stop at nothing. Last night he declared that I was not the daughter of Captain Huxham, and that Captain Huxham had told him as much."
"Do you believe that?"
"Yes. That is, I believe I am not Captain Huxham"s daughter, since the money was not left to me. But I do not believe that Captain Huxham told this to Silas Pence. I believe," Bella bent forward, "that Mr. Pence is concerned in this murder, and stole certain papers, which revealed the truth."
Durgo"s eyes flashed. He saw at once the value of such information. "Can you prove this?" he asked in his throaty tones.
"That"s just where it is," she answered quickly. "I wish _you_ to prove it."
"How can I do that?"
"Question Mr. Pence, and make him answer. Force him, in whatever way you like, to show how he actually obtained the information. If he stole the papers stating the fact--and this I believe--he must have been in the room where the murder was committed some hour during that night. If so, he must have seen Edwin Lister, and must know where he is."
"Hai!" Durgo leaped to his feet. "That is true: that is probable.
Perhaps he can say if my master got the jewels."
"Perhaps he can, but I am certain that he will not."
"Oh, I think he will! I think he will," said Durgo significantly.
"Don"t hurt him," cried Bella, alarmed, for much as she disliked the preacher she did not wish him to come to harm at the hands of this African semi-savage. As a matter of fact, she was sorry to enlist Durgo"s services at all; but, under the circ.u.mstances, there seemed to be no help for it.
"I shall not hurt him more than is necessary," said Durgo, catching up his bowler hat and placing it on his woolly head; "if he speaks plainly I won"t hurt him at all. You have helped me, missy, and you will find that I am not ungrateful. When you marry the son of my master, you will be rich. I, Durgo, the king, will make you rich," he ended arrogantly.
"One moment," said Bella, detaining him; "these jewels belong to Captain Huxham. Have you any right to take them?"
"Every right, since they never belonged to Captain Huxham," said the negro decisively. "My father, the great chief Kawal, gave them to Maxwell Faith, and from Maxwell Faith they were stolen by Huxham. If Faith were alive I would return the jewels to him, and ask him to help me with my expedition. But he is dead; Huxham murdered him, and stole the jewels. Edwin Lister came to get back what belongs to me, and I think he has them."
"Supposing you find Mr. Lister, and learn that he has not the jewels?"
Durgo rolled his eyes ferociously. "I shall then enter the Manor-house by force, and learn where they are hidden."
"You would only be handed over to the police by Mrs. Vand and her husband, Henry. It will be better for me to search."
"How can you, since you are not friendly with Mrs. Vand?"
Bella laughed. "I know much more about the Manor-house than Mrs. Vand does, I a.s.sure you," she said significantly. "There are all manner of secret pa.s.sages and unknown chambers in that ancient mansion. If I desired to enter, I could do so in the night-time by a secret door hidden behind the ivy at the back of the house."
"Then do so," said Durgo eagerly, "and search for the jewels."
"Not yet. Wait until you see Edwin Lister, and learn if he procured the jewels. By the way, where did your father get them?"
Durgo reflected for a few minutes. "I have heard much talk of my father"s treasure, of which these jewels were part. You know how rich the Northern part of Africa was in the time of the Romans?"
"Yes. Cyril made me read Gibbons" History."
"Well, when the Arabs swept across Northern Africa, they looted the Roman cities, then possessed more or less by the Goths and Vandals. Many of the Arabs came South to Nigeria, and brought their plunder with them.
I think that these jewels, which my father gave to Maxwell Faith, came into his possession from some remote ancestor, who so brought them. But I cannot say. Still, that is my opinion."