"Good morning, Mr. Bossom." Miss Sally held out a hand. "I"m proud to make your acquaintance."
"Thank ye, ma"am." Sam looked at the hand, but rubbed his own up and down the seat of his trousers. "What for, if it"s not makin" too bold?"
"The lady here," explained Mr. Hucks, "is a friend of two children that broke out of "Oly Innocents t"other day--as it maybe you"ll remember.
What"s more, she "s brought news o" them."
"Oh!" said Sam, his face clearing. "Doin" pretty well, I "ope?"
"They were quite well when I left them, two days ago. Come, shake hands and tell me. How is everyone at the "Four Alls"?"
"If it "adn"t been for them children--" blurted Sam, and came to a full stop.
Miss Sally nodded.
"They are wonders, those Babes in the Wood; and the funniest thing about "em is, while they went along asking their way, they were all the time teaching it to others."
"Well," struck in Mr. Hucks, while Sam scratched his head over this, "I suggest the conspiracy may just as well get going at once. Sam, I want you to step along to "Oly Innocents with us, and on the road I"ll fix up _your_ modest hopper"andy."
Of this _modus operandi_ the opening move was made as the trio reached the confines of the Orphanage premises. Here, by the angle of the red brick wall, Mr. Bossom halted to strike a match for his pipe. He struck it upon the iron cover of the manhole, and thus made opportunity to a.s.sure himself that the cover was still removable. Satisfied of this, he lit his pipe and stood for a minute puffing at it, and staring, now at the stagnant ca.n.a.l water, now after the retreating figures of Miss Sally and Mr. Hucks, as without a backward look they pa.s.sed down the towpath to the Iron Bridge.
At the bridge they turned, as Tilda had turned, to the left, and came, as Tilda had come, to the Orphanage gate with its box labelled, "For Voluntary Donations."
Mr. Hucks rang the bell; and after a minute or so Mrs. Huggins, slatternly as ever, opened the front door and came shuffling down the pathway.
"Eh?" said she, halting within the gate, a pilaster of which hid Miss Sally from her. "Mr. "Ucks? And what might _you_ be wantin", Mr.
"Ucks?"
"Nineteen pound ten," Mr. Hucks answered tersely.
"Then you can"t "ave it."
"That"s a pity." He appeared to ruminate for a second or two. "And I can"t offer to take it out in orphans, neither. Very well, then, I must see Gla.s.son."
"You can"t; "e"s not at "ome."
"That"s a worse pity. Hist, now!" he went on with a sudden change of tone, "it"s about the runaways. I"ve news of "em."
He said it at the top of his voice.
"For the Lord"s sake--" entreated the woman, glancing nervously across his shoulder at the traffic in the street. "The Doctor don"t want it discussed for all the town to "ear."
"No, I bet he don"t. But it"s your own fault, missus. This side o" the gate a man can"t scarcely hear hisself speak."
"Come in, then, if you"ve brought news. The Doctor"ll be glad enough when "e comes back."
"Will he?" Mr. Hucks, as she opened, planted his bulk against the gate, pushing it back and at the same time making way for Miss Sally to follow him. "Yes, I got news; but here"s a lady can tell it better than me-- "avin" come acrost them right away down in Somerset."
Mrs. Huggins stepped forward, but too late. "I don"t want no crowd in "ere," she muttered, falling back a pace, however, as Miss Sally confronted her.
"You"ll have one in two two"s if you make any disturbance," Miss Sally promised her, with half a glance back at the street. "Show me into the house, if you please."
"Shan"t."
The woman placed herself in the pathway, with arms akimbo, barring her pa.s.sage.
"You behave very foolishly in denying me," said Miss Sally.
"Maybe; but I got my orders. _You_ never took no orders from a man, I should say--not by the looks o" yer."
"You are right there."
Miss Sally regarded her with a smile of conscious strength, stern but good-natured. Her gaze wandered past the woman"s shoulder, and the smile broadened. Mrs. Huggins saw it broaden, and cast a look behind her, towards the house--to see Mr. Bossom, coal-grimed but cheerful, grinning down on her from the front door-step.
"It"s a trap!" she gasped, shooting a venomous look at Mr. Hucks.
"It _looks_ like one," said Miss Sally, stepping past her; "and I shall be curious to know, by and by, who baited it."
"Where shall I take ye, ma"am?" asked Sam Bossom.
"Show me the children first, if you please."
He walked before her down the unsavoury pa.s.sage. He was unacquainted with the interior, and knew only that the way through the kitchens, by which he had come, led to the kitchen garden and missed the children"s quarters. Avoiding this, and opening a door at random--a door on his right--he stepped into the bare drawing-room. Miss Sally followed, and Mrs. Huggins at her heels, protesting. Mr. Hucks brought up the rear.
Finding himself in an apartment which apparently led nowhither, Sam would have turned and shepherded the party back into the corridor; but Miss Sally strode past him, attempted to fling up the window-sash, but in vain, and looking over it, beheld what Tilda had beheld--the gravelled yard, the children walking listlessly to and fro, the groups pa.s.sing and repa.s.sing with scarce a lift of the eyes, the boys walking with the boys and the girls with the girls.
"But it is horrible--horrible!" cried Miss Sally. "Mr. Hucks, lend me your stick, if you please. This window won"t open."
He pa.s.sed his stick to her, supposing that she meant in some way to prise the window open. But she took it and deliberately smashed a pane--two panes--all the six panes with their coloured transparencies of the Prodigal Son. And the worst was, that the children in the yard, as the gla.s.s broke and fell, scarcely betrayed surprise. One or two glanced furtively towards the window. It seemed that they dared do no more.
"Save us!" exclaimed Miss Sally. "They"re starving; that"s what"s the matter!"
"They are not, ma"am!" still protested Mrs. Huggins.
"Tut, woman, don"t talk to _me_. I"ve bred cattle, and I know. Fetch me a list of the pious persons that have lent their names to this swindle.
You, Mr. Hucks, take me upstairs; I"ll explore this den from garret to bas.e.m.e.nt, though it cost my stomach all that by the smell I judge it will. And you, Sam Bossom--here"s a five-pound note: take it to the nearest pastry-cook"s and buy up the stock. Fetch it here in cabs; hire every cab you meet on the way; and when you"ve brought "em, tell "em to wait!"
An hour later a procession of fifteen cabs drove up to the Grand Central Hotel, Bursfield, to the frank dismay of hall-porters and manager; a dismay which Miss Sally accepted with the lordliest indifference.
"You see that they"re stowed," she advised Mr. Hucks shortly, as they helped the dazed children to alight. "And if there"s any difficulty, send the manager to me. He"ll find me in the telegraph office."
She consulted a prospectus of the Holy Innocents, extorted from Mrs.
Huggins. "I shall be there for an hour at least. There are two dozen patrons on this list--besides a score of executive committee, and I"m going--bless you, Mr. Hucks--to give those philanthropists the dry grins."
"A telegram for you, ma"am," said the hall-porter, advancing with a nervous eye on the children congregated, and still congregating, in the hall.
Miss Sally took it and read:--
"Coming Fair Anchor, 4.30 Tuesday. Chandon."
She knit her brows and examined the telegraph form carefully.
The message was forwarded from Fair Anchor. It had been handed in at the Monte Carlo post office on Sunday night, addressed to Culvercoombe, but at what hour she could not decipher. The Fair Anchor office was closed on Sunday, and opened on Monday at eight o"clock. The telegram had been received there at 8.12; had been taken to Culvercoombe, and apparently re-transmitted at 12.15. All this was unimportant. But how on earth had her telegram, to which this was evidently a reply, reached Monte Carlo on Sunday evening--last evening?