"Hullo, friend!"
"Hullo!"
The rider reined up, and by the light of his lamps Parson Chichester recognised the young giant Roger.
"What"s your errand, my friend?"
"To Culvercoombe. The children--"
"Miss Sally has left by the night train. I drove her over to Fair Anchor myself. What of the children? We were expecting them all the afternoon."
"They are gone--lost! Last night, as we reckon, they took the boat and made a bolt for it. All this day we"ve been searching, and an hour agone word comes from the coast-guard that the boat has driven ash.o.r.e, empty, on Clatworthy beach."
CHAPTER XXV.
MISS SALLY BREAKS THE DOORS.
"_And to shew Thy pity upon all prisoners and captives._"--THE LITANY
Mr. Hucks sat in his counting-house, counting out his money--or so much of it as he had collected from his tenantry on his Sat.u.r.day rounds.
It amounted to 12 pounds 2 shillings and 9 pence in cash; but to this must be added a caged bullfinch, a pair of dumb-bells, a down mattress and an ophicleide. He had coveted the ophicleide for weeks; but he knew how to wait, and in the end it had fallen to his hand--if the simile may be permitted--like a ripe peach.
The clock at the Great Brewery struck ten, the hour at which the banks opened. Mr. Hucks whistled to himself softly, but out of tune--sure sign that he was in a good humour--as he closed the neck of his money-bag and tied the string with a neat knot. Just as he was reaching, however, for coat and walking-stick, someone knocked at the door.
"Come in!" he called, and resumed his seat as a lady entered--a stranger to him. At first glance he guessed she might be the wife of some impecunious musician, come to plead for rest.i.tution of an instrument.
Such things happened now and again on Monday mornings; nor was the mistake without excuse in Miss Sally"s attire. When travelling without her maid she had a way of putting on anything handy, and in the order more or less as it came to hand. Without specifying, it may be said that two or three articles usually ranked as underclothing had this morning partially worked their way up to the top stratum, and that by consequence her person presented more than one example of what geologists call a "fault"--though it is actually rather a misfortune.
As for her hat, she had started by putting it on sideways, and then, since it would not "sit," and she had mislaid her hat-pins, had bound it boldly in place with a grey woollen comforter, and knotted the ends under her chin. What gave Mr. Hucks pause was, first, the brusqueness of her entry, and next, the high clear tone of her accost.
"Mr. Christopher Hucks?"
"At your service, ma"am."
"I hope so, because I want your help."
"As for that, ma"am, I don"t know who sent you; but it ain"t generally reckoned in my line."
Miss Sally glanced round the counting-house.
"You have the materials for doing quite a lot of miscellaneous good in the world. But I"m not come to borrow money, if that makes you easier--"
"It do, ma"am."
"--and I don"t know a note of music."
"Me either," murmured Mr. Hucks regretfully.
"That being so, we"ll come to business. May I take a seat?"
"Where you--" He was going to say "please," but subst.i.tuted "choose"
"Thank you. My name"s Breward--Sally Breward, and I live at a place called Culvercoombe, on the Devon and Somerset border. My business is that I"m interested in a couple of children, about whom you know something. They broke out, some days ago, from an Orphanage kept here by one Gla.s.son; and I gather that you gave them a helping hand."
"Whoever told you that--" began Mr. Hucks.
"n.o.body told me. I said that I gathered it. The girl never gave you away for a moment. We will agree, if you prefer it, that I put two and two together. But look here: you can be open with me or not, as you please; I"m going to be open with you. And first let me say that the boy is pretty certainly the son of a neighbour of mine, and heir to considerable estates."
Mr. Hucks whistled softly to himself.
"As for the girl who helped him to escape, she"s probably just what she says--a show-child who, happening to be laid up lame in hospital, chanced on this scent, and has held to it--to make an addition of my own--with the pluck of a terrier."
Mr. Hucks nodded, but would not commit himself.
"Where are they now?" he asked. "In your keepin"?"
"That"s just the trouble." Miss Sally unfolded a sc.r.a.p of pinkish-coloured paper. "I left them in good keeping with an honest farmer and his wife--tenants of mine; I had a telegram sent to the boy"s father, who is abroad; and I posted up here by night mail to satisfy myself by a few inquiries."
"You"ve seen Gla.s.son, then?" Mr. Hucks interrupted.
"I have; but not in any way you suspect. I haven"t called, for instance, at the Orphanage--though I intend to. Gla.s.son"s not at home.
He was down in my neighbourhood yesterday afternoon, nosing around for information."
"Then he knows the children are thereabouts?"
"No, he does not. But has been pushing researches. He has learnt who is the boy"s probable father, and where he lives--at a place called Meriton. He came to Meriton to get the father"s foreign address, and when the butler refused it, he called on me."
"I see." Mr. Hucks nodded. "And you refused it too?"
"I did better. I gave it to him--"
"Eh?"
"--at the same time taking care that the father--his name is Chandon, by the way, and he"s a baronet--should get a wire from me to come home by the first train he can catch. By this means, you see, I not only get Gla.s.son out of the neighbourhood, where he might have run against the children, or picked up news of them, but I send him all the way to the South of France expressly to find his bird flown. It"s cruel, I grant you; but I"ve no tenderness for blackmailers--especially when they keep Orphanages."
"You"re right there. You"ve no call to waste any pity on Gla.s.son.
But the question is, Will he come? The father, I mean."
"Certainly, since I tell him," Miss Sally answered with composure.
"And him a bart--a bloomin" bart--what the Tichborne chap used to call a bart of the B.K.!"
Mr. Hucks stared at his visitor with rounded eyes, drew a long breath, puffed out his cheeks and emitted it, and wound up by removing his hat and laying it on the ledge of the desk.
"Well," said he, "you"ve done it clever. You"ve done it so mighty clever that I don"t see why you come to me to help. _I_ can"t order barts about."