CHAPTER XXVII
Mr. Jacobs, the detective from Scotland Yard, arrived at the Hall a little after four. He was a short, comfortable-looking person, with a round, almost boyish face, a pleasant smile and a pair of blue eyes, with a frank and innocent expression; in fact, anything more unlike the conventional detective beloved by the fictionist it would be difficult to imagine. The Inspector had met him at the station, and had gone over the case with meticulous care; and Mr. Jacobs, smoking placidly, had listened--well, as you and I, dear reader, would listen to a tale which had no very great interest for us. If the truth must be told, the worthy Inspector was rather disappointed; he had expected the great man to display a hawk-like acuteness and to ask a number of incisive questions; but Mr. Jacobs asked none; he said merely, when the recital was finished,
"You have done everything you could, Mr. Smith. Not a very difficult case, eh?"
"Not difficult!" repeated the Inspector, with surprise. "Have you got a clue already?"
Mr. Jacobs smiled. "Can"t say yet," he replied.
As they drove up to the Hall, Heyton was seen standing just within the threshold, as if waiting for them.
"Lord Heyton, the Marquess"s son," whispered the Inspector.
Mr. Jacobs nodded; he did not direct a piercing glance at Heyton"s pale face and bloodshot eyes, with their swollen lids; in fact, he did not appear to notice anything, as he went forward, hat in hand.
A few words of commonplace greeting were exchanged; Mr. Jacobs expressed his sympathy in a low voice, devoid of any acuteness, and Heyton drew a breath of relief, as he led the way into the library; to him it seemed that the man from Scotland Yard looked rather stupid than otherwise. Mr.
Jacobs took a seat, and Heyton, of his own accord, repeated, almost word for word, the account he had given to the Inspector.
"It"s my opinion," he wound up, "that you"ll find the man amongst those blackguard gipsies."
"Yes, my lord?" responded the detective, interrogatively. Then he went upstairs to the dressing-room. "I think I should like to be alone in here, my lord, if you don"t mind," he said.
He took the key from the Inspector, and went in, closing the door after him. When he came out, his round, innocent-looking face was grave, but revealed nothing.
"Has the Marquess recovered consciousness?" he asked.
"Not yet, I am sorry to say," replied Heyton. "They are keeping the room very quiet, and my wife will tell me the moment my father comes to."
"I should like to know, when he does so, my lord," said the detective.
"Is there anyone else with him--I mean, beside the doctor and the nurse?"
"Mrs. Dexter, the housekeeper, and a young lady, Miss Grant, a kind of secretary and librarian."
"Just so," said Mr. Jacobs. "Thank you, my lord. I don"t use alcohol; but I should like to have a cup of tea, if I may: great tea-drinker."
He took his cup of tea with the Inspector in the morning-room, and while he drank it, he talked to the Inspector--of the country and the crops.
"I love the country," he said. "If I had my way, I would never put foot in London again. When I retire, Inspector, I"m going to buy a little farm--if it will run to it; and London won"t see me again in a hurry.
Beautiful place, this; and they breed a remarkably good cla.s.s of cattle.
I"m rather an authority on shorthorns; shall go in for some myself, if I can afford it."
To all this the Inspector listened with amazement.
"Anything you"d like me to do, Mr. Jacobs?" he asked, in a tone that verged on exasperation. "Is there anything else you"d like to see? That window in the lower hall, for instance?"
"Thanks; I saw it as we pa.s.sed through," replied Mr. Jacobs, simply.
"No; I don"t think there"s anything I want to see. Yes; this is a beautiful house; quite a show-place. I should like to see something of it presently; but one doesn"t like to intrude at such a time as this."
The Inspector stared at him. "But perhaps I might go through what I suppose you"d call the state rooms--and yes, upstairs."
"I thought you would have liked to examine the whole house without loss of time," remarked the Inspector, with an aggrieved air.
"Oh, presently will do," said Mr. Jacobs; "don"t want to make myself a nuisance. We might walk round the grounds."
They went out, the Inspector still confused and aggrieved by what he considered the detective"s lack of business method, and Mr. Jacobs gazed round him with approval and admiration.
"Beautiful! Beautiful!" he murmured. "Where"s this lake Lord Heyton spoke of? I should like to see that. In my opinion, every place of this sort ought to have a bit of water: lends such a charm to the scenery, don"t you think, Inspector?"
"Oh, yes," a.s.sented the Inspector, almost with disgust. "This way."
"Ah, this is the nearest way from the house, across the lawn, of course," said Mr. Jacobs. "I suppose this is the way Lord Heyton comes when he goes for his bath. Right across the lawn, eh?"
The Inspector nodded indifferently. It seemed to him that the detective was curious about everything unconnected with the case.
They went across the lawn, the detective still dilating on the charms of a country life, and entered the wood. If they had not followed exactly the line taken by Heyton in the morning, they had touched it now and again; and when they reached the edge of the lake, Mr. Jacobs looked round in a casual way and presently seated himself on the big stone on which Heyton had sat while he dressed himself. Mr. Jacobs obviously was delighted with the lake and its surroundings; and the Inspector would not have been surprised if the great detective had proposed a swim; but he stopped short of that eccentricity and they returned to the house.
They went into the state rooms, which received Mr. Jacobs" unstinted admiration, and were crossing the hall to the little sitting-room which had been set apart for him, when Celia met them. She was very pale, and her brows were drawn together by trouble and anxiety; for a great deal of responsibility had fallen suddenly on her shoulders. Though a duly qualified nurse was in possession of the sick-room, Mrs. Dexter and Celia were a.s.sisting her; and Celia had Miriam almost entirely on her hands; for Miriam was almost in a state of collapse. Celia had expected her to break down; but there was something in Miriam"s condition which puzzled Celia. She seemed not only overwhelmed by grief and anxiety, but to be possessed of a nervous terror which expressed itself in an avoidance of her husband. Lord Heyton had asked after his wife several times that day; but Miriam had refused to see him, and once, when Celia ventured to plead with her, and to try to persuade her to allow Lord Heyton to come into the room, Miriam had sprung at the door and leant with her back against it, panting, with absolute terror, and with a look of horror on her face which at once stopped all Celia"s attempts at persuasion.
For a time, Miriam paced up and down the room, like one distraught, continually muttering, "Will he die? Will it be murder?" But at last Celia had succeeded in getting the hysterical woman to bed, where she lay, exhausted by her emotions. Celia was on her way to ask Doctor Scott for a sleeping draught, when she was met by the detective and the Inspector.
"Miss Grant, the librarian," murmured the Inspector; and Mr. Jacobs bowed politely.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Grant," he said. "Wish it were in happier circ.u.mstances. How is the Marquess now?"
"Still the same," replied Celia. "He is not yet conscious."
"Dear me; dear me!" murmured Mr. Jacobs, sympathetically. "Now, my dear young lady, may I ask you a favour--I don"t want to trouble the doctor, he"s got quite enough to do; so have you, no doubt, for that matter; but you know what doctors are?--What I want you to do, if you will be so kind, and if you should be in the room and the Marquess recovers consciousness, is to just send to me in the sitting-room here and let me know."
"I will do so," said Celia, and she pa.s.sed on to the morning-room, where Doctor Scott was giving some directions to his a.s.sistant.
So suddenly had the terrible blow fallen that she had scarcely time to think of her lover. It hurt her to imagine him waiting in the wood for her, on the chance of seeing her, and to know that she could not send a message to him, could not let him know. But she told herself that, no doubt, by this time, he had heard of the terrible tragedy and would understand. She could not afford much thought for him; her hands were too full; indeed, in addition to her other responsibilities, she had, in a measure, taken Mrs. Dexter"s place in the household, and had to give directions to the still scared servants.
She sent down to the village for the sleeping draught which Doctor Scott prescribed for Miriam, and as soon as she could, went upstairs again. In the corridor, she met Lord Heyton, and he looked so ill, so careworn, that, for a moment, her dislike of him was outbalanced by pity. He nodded to her, and she was about to pa.s.s on; then she paused and said:
"Have you had anything to eat, my lord? Everyone is so busy and so confused, there will be no regular meals, I am afraid."
"Oh, that"s all right," he said, glancing at her furtively, and then lowering his eyes. "I"m not much in the humour for meals, as you may guess. Has my father come to, yet? Look here, that officious fool of a nurse has shut me out of the room. I wish you"d--yes, look here, just let me know when he comes to. I shall be hanging about. I say," he added, with another furtive glance at her pale face, "you"re looking pretty upset yourself. I suppose they"ve shoved everything on to you.--And there"s Miriam! What"s become of her?"
"Lady Heyton is in bed--and asleep, I hope, my lord," said Celia; and reluctantly and with a touch of colour, she added, "I think it would be better not to disturb her ladyship; she--she is very much upset; very ill, indeed."
He nodded. "Not to be surprised at!" he said. "I"m feeling pretty seedy myself. Here, will you come with me and have a gla.s.s of wine?"
"No, thank you, my lord," replied Celia; and, all her dislike of him active again, she left him.
About six o"clock the watchers by the sick bed noticed a change in the Marquess. His eyelids flickered a moment, his lips moved. Celia, who was standing nearest to him, bent over him and made a sign to Mrs. Dexter and the doctor, and they hastened forward noiselessly. For some time, the stricken man struggled for speech; then one word pa.s.sed his lips, almost inaudibly,
"Percy!"