"--In this world. G.o.d forgive me, I"d almost forgotten my cloth!
We have, I say, only one life to live in this world, and must make the best of it. I tell you so, and I"m a clergyman."
"Indeed, sir?"
"Damme, yes; and, what"s more, I"ll take odds that I"m not the rector of this very parish."
By this time, as you will guess, I had no doubt of his madness. To begin with, anyone less like a parson it would be hard to pick in a crowd, and, besides, I remembered some of his language to the highwaymen.
"It _ought_ to be hereabouts," he went on meditatively. "And if it should turn out to be my parish we must make an effort to get your money back, if only for our credit"s sake, hey?"
"Oh," said I, suspicious all of a sudden, "if these ruffians are your parishioners and you know them--"
"Know them?" he caught me up. "How the devil should I know them?
I"ve never been within a hundred miles of this country in my life."
"You say "tis your parish--"
"I don"t. I only say that it may be."
"But, excuse me, if you"ve never seen it before--"
"I don"t see it now," he snapped.
"Then excuse me again, but how on earth do you propose--here in the dead of night, on an outlandish moorland, in a country you have never seen--to discover a chest of treasure which seven or eight scoundrelly, able-bodied natives are at this moment making off with and hiding?"
"The problem, my friend, as you state it is too easy; too ridiculously easy. "Natives" you say: I only hope they may be. The difficulty will only begin if we discover them to be strangers to these parts."
"Have mercy then on my poor dull wits, sir, and take the case at its easiest. We"ll suppose these fellows to be natives. Still, how are you to discover their whereabouts and the whereabouts of my pay-chest?"
"Why, man alive, by the simple expedient of finding a house, knocking at the door, and asking! You don"t suppose, do you, that seven or eight able-bodied men can commit highway robbery upon one of His Majesty"s coaches and their neighbours be none the wiser? I tell you, these rural parishes are the veriest gossip-shops on earth. Go to a city if you want to lose a secret, not to a G.o.d-forsaken moor like this around us, where every labourer"s thatch hums with rumour. Moreover, you forget that as a parish priest among this folk--as curator of their souls--I may have unusually good opportunities--" Here he checked himself, while I shrugged my shoulders. "By the way, it may interest you to hear how I came by this benefice. Can you manage to walk? If so, I will tell you on the road, and we shall be losing no time."
I stood up and announced that I could limp a little. He offered me his arm.
"It"s an instructive story," he went on, paying no heed to my dejection; "and it may teach you how a man should comport himself in adversity.
Six weeks ago this very night I lost two fortunes in less than six hours.
You are listening?"
"With what patience I can."
"Right. You see, I was born with a taste for adventure. At this moment-- you may believe it or not--I"m enjoying myself thoroughly. But the deuce of it is that I was also born with a poor flimsy body. Come, I"m not handsomely built, am I?"
"Not particularly," I answered; and indeed his body was shaped like an egg.
"Confound it, sir, you needn"t agree quite so offensively. You"re none too straight in the legs yourself, if it comes to that! However," he continued in a more equable tone, "being weak in body, I sought my adventures in a quarter where a long head serves one better than long legs--I mean the gaming table. Now comes my story. Six weeks ago I took a hand at lasquenet in a company which included a n.o.bleman whom for obvious reasons I will only call the Duke. He is of the blood royal, sir; but I mention him no more closely, and you as a gentleman will not press me. Eh? Very well. By three o"clock in the morning I had lost fifteen thousand pounds. In such a case, young man, you would probably have taken your head in your hands and groaned. We called for wine, drank, and went on again. By seven in the morning I had won my money back, and was the Duke"s creditor for twenty-two thousand pounds to boot."
"But," said I, "a minute ago you told me you had lost two fortunes."
"I am coming to that. Later in the day the Duke met me in St. James"
Street, and said, "Noy"--my name is Noy, sir, Timothy Noy--"Noy," said he, "I owe you twenty-two thousand pounds; and begad, sir, it"s a desperate business for I haven"t the money, nor the half of it." Well, I didn"t fly out in a rage, but stood there beside him on the pavement, tapping my shoe with my walking-cane and considering. At last I looked up, and said I, "Your Grace must forgive my offering a suggestion; for "tis a cursedly awkward fix your Grace is in, and one to excuse boldness in a friend, however humble." "Don"t put it so, I beg," said he. "My dear Noy, if you can only tell me how to get quits with you, I"ll be your debtor eternally.""
The old gentleman paused, lightly disengaged his arm from mine, and fumbled among his many waistcoats till he found a pocket and in it a snuff-box.
"Now that," he pursued as he helped himself to a pinch, "was, for so exalted a personage, pa.s.sably near a _mot_. "Your Grace," said I, "has a large Church patronage." "To be sure I have." "And possibly a living--with an adequate stipend for a bachelor--might be vacant just now?" "As it happens," said the Duke, "I have a couple at this moment waiting for my presentation, and two stacks of letters, each a foot high, from applicants and the friends of applicants, waiting for my perusal."
"Might I make bold," I asked, "to enquire their worth?" "There"s one in Norwich worth 900 pounds a year, and another in Cornwall worth 400.
But how the deuce can this concern you, man?" "The cards are too expensive for me, your Grace, and I have often made terms with myself that I would repent of them and end my days in a country living. This comes suddenly, to be sure; but so, for that matter, does death itself, and a man who makes a vow should hold himself ready to be taken at his word."
"But, my dear fellow," cries his Grace, "with the best will in the world you can"t repent and end your days in two livings at once." "I might try my best," said I; "there are such things as curates to be hired, I believe, and, at the worst, I was always fond of travelling.""
The Reverend Timothy stowed away his snuff-box and gave me his arm again.
"The Duke," he continued, "took my point. He is, by the way, not half such a fool as he looks and is vulgarly supposed to be. He wrote that same day to his brother-in-law (whom I will take leave to call the Bishop of Wexcester), and made me its bearer. It is worth quotation. It ran: "Dear Ted,--Ordain Noy, and oblige yours, Fred." The answer which I carried back two days later was equally laconic. "Dear Fred,--Noy ordained. Yours, Ted." Consequently," wound up Mr. Noy, "I am down here to take over my cure of souls, and had in one of my pockets a sermon composed for my induction by a gifted young scholar of the University of Oxford. I paid him fifteen shillings and the best part of a bottle of brandy for it. The rascals have taken it, and I think they will find some difficulty in converting it into cash. Hullo! is that a cottage yonder?"
It was a small cottage, thatched and whitewashed, and glimmering in the moonlight beside the road on which its whitewashed garden-wall ab.u.t.ted.
The moonlight, too, showed that its upper windows were closed with wooden shutters. Mr. Noy halted before the garden-gate.
"H"m, we shall have trouble here belike. Poor cottagers living beside a highroad don"t open too easily at this hour to a couple of come-by-chance wayfarers. To be sure, you wear the King"s uniform, and that may be a recommendation. What"s that track yonder, and where does it lead, think you?"
The track to which he pointed led off the road at right angles, past the gable-end of the cottage, and thence (as it seemed to me) up into the moorland, where it was quickly lost in darkness, being but a rutted cartway overgrown with gra.s.s. But as I stepped close to examine it my eye caught the moon"s ray softly reflected by a pile of masonry against the uncertain sky-line, and by-and-by discerned the roof and chimney-stacks of a farmhouse, with a grey cl.u.s.ter of outbuildings and the quadrilateral of a high-walled garden.
"A farmhouse?" cried his reverence, when I reported my discovery.
"That"s more in our line by a long way. Only beware of dogs."
Sure enough, when we reached the courtlage gate in front of the main building his lifting of the latch was the signal for half a dozen dogs to give tongue. By the mercy of heaven, however, they were all within doors or chained, and after an anxious and unpleasant half-minute we made bold to defy their clamour and step within the gate. Almost as we entered a window was opened overhead, and a man"s voice challenged us.
"Whoever you be, I"ve a gun in my hand here!" he announced.
"We are two travellers by the mail coach," Mr. Noy announced; "one a clergyman and the other an officer in the King"s service."
"You don"t tell me the coach is upset?"
"And one of us has a broken collar-bone, and craves shelter in Christian charity. What"s the name of this parish?"
"Hey?" The man broke off to silence the noise of his dogs.
"What"s the name of this parish?"
"Braddock."
"I thought so. Then mine is Noy--Timothy Noy--and I"m your rector.
Weren"t you expecting me?"
"Indeed, sir, if you"re Mr. Noy, the Squire had word you might be coming down this week; and "twas I, as churchwarden, that posted your name on the church door. If you"ll wait a moment, sir--the coach upset, you say!"
He disappeared from the window, and we heard him shouting to awaken the household. By-and-by the door was unchained and he admitted us, exclaiming again, "The coach upset, you say, sir!"
"Worse than that: it has been robbed. We keep some bad characters in our parish, Mr.--"
"Menhennick, sir; George Menhennick--and this is Tresaher Farm.
Bad characters, sir? I hope not. We keep no highway robbers in this parish."