"I do remember that."
"Unfortunately," went on Miss Pendarth, "it"s difficult to know when Timmy is telling the truth, or what he believes to be the truth, about his gift. I think that often--and I know that Betty agrees with me--the boy invents all kinds of fantastic tales in order to impress the people about him."
"As far as I can make out," said Radmore slowly, "he"s always told _me_ the truth."
"I"ll tell you something curious that happened--let me see, about seven years ago. You remember an old man we used to call Gaffer John? He had Wood Cottage, and lived in a very comfortable sort of way."
"Of course I remember Gaffer John! He was well over ninety when I left Beechfield, and he had been valet years ago to one of Queen Victoria"s cousins."
"Yes, that"s the man I mean. At last he was found dead in his chair. He had what was by way of being rather a grand funeral. Timmy, for some reason or other (I think he had a cold), wasn"t allowed to attend the funeral, and as he was set on seeing it, Janet said that he might come and see it from one of my windows. Well, after the funeral was over, he stayed on with me for a few minutes, and suddenly he exclaimed: "Gaffer John isn"t dead at all, Miss Pendarth." I naturally answered, "Of course he is, Timmy. Why, we"ve just seen him buried." And then he said: "Don"t you see him walking out there, along the road, quite plainly? He"s behind an old gentleman dressed up for a fancy ball." Then, G.o.dfrey, the child went on to describe the kind of uniform which would have been worn seventy years ago by a staff officer. I couldn"t help being impressed, in spite of myself, for I"d never given Timmy the slightest encouragement to talk in that sort of way, and it"s the only time he"s ever done it, with me."
"What does his mother really think of this queer power of his?" asked Radmore. "I"ve never liked to talk to her about it."
"It"s difficult to say. In some ways Janet Tosswill"s a very reserved woman. But I"ll tell you another curious thing about the child."
Instinctively she lowered her voice.
"The day before poor George was killed, Timmy cried and cried and cried.
It was impossible to comfort him--and he wouldn"t give any reason for his grief. Both Janet and Betty were dreadfully upset. They thought he had some pain that he wouldn"t tell them of, and they would have sent for Dr.
O"Farrell, but they knew he was away, some miles off, at a very difficult case. Betty actually came in and asked if _I_ would try to make him say what was the matter! But of course I could do nothing with him. I think you know that he was pa.s.sionately fond of George."
"What does Dr. O"Farrell think of it all?"
"He"s convinced that Timmy has got a kind of peculiar, rare, thought-reading gift. He won"t hear of its being in any sense supernatural. I haven"t spoken to him about it lately, but the last time he mentioned the child, he told me he was sure that what he called the boy"s "subconscious self" would in time sink into its proper place."
"I wonder if it will?" exclaimed Radmore. "I don"t see why it should."
"No, nor do I, excepting that, as time goes on, Timmy has become much more like a normal boy than he used to be. I"m convinced that very often he pretends to see things that he doesn"t see. He loves frightening the village people, for instance, and some of them are really afraid of him.
They think he can heal certain simple ailments, and they"re absolutely certain that he can what they call "blight" them!"
"What a very convenient gift," observed Radmore drily. "I"ve known a good many people in my time I should have liked to "blight"!"
Even as he spoke, an unpleasant question was obtruding itself. Was it possible that Timmy had a "scunner" against poor little Enid Crofton?
"D"you think the child has a jealous disposition?" he asked abruptly.
Miss Pendarth looked round at him, rather surprised by the question.
"He"s never any occasion to be jealous," she said shortly. "Betty and Janet both worship him, and so does his old nurse. I don"t think he cares for anyone else in the world excepting these three. Perhaps I ought to make an exception in _your_ favour--from what I"m told he cherishes a romantic affection for _you_."
Miss Pendarth went on: "Mind you--I think there"s often a touch of malice about the boy! Timmy wouldn"t be at all averse to doing mischief to anyone he didn"t like, or whom he thought ill of."
"There are a good many grown-up people of whom one can say that,"
observed Radmore.
And then, almost as if the other had seen into his mind, Miss Pendarth, with a touch of significance in her voice, observed musingly: "I fancy Timmy doesn"t much like the pretty young widow who has taken The Trellis House. The first evening Mrs. Crofton came to see the Tosswills, she got an awful fright. Timmy"s dog, Flick, rushed into the room and began snarling and growling at her. There was a most disagreeable scene, and from what one of the girls said the other day, it seems to have prejudiced the boy against her."
Radmore looked straight into Miss Pendarth"s face. Then she hadn"t yet heard about last night?
There was a slight pause.
"Yes," said Radmore at last. "I"m afraid that Timmy does dislike Mrs.
Crofton."
"Perhaps," said Miss Pendarth slowly, "the boy has more reason to dislike her than we know." As Radmore said nothing, she went on: "Mrs. Crofton is behaving in a very wrong, as well as in a very unladylike, way with Jack Tosswill."
Radmore moved uneasily in his seat. It was time for him to escape. This was the Miss Pendarth of long ago--noted for the spiteful, dangerous things she sometimes said.
He got up. "Jack certainly goes to see her very often," he said, "but I don"t think that"s her fault. Forgive me for saying so, Miss Pendarth, but you know what village gossip is?"
"I"m afraid that she"s giving Jack a great deal of deliberate encouragement. Even her servants believe that he regards himself as engaged to her."
"What absolute nonsense!" exclaimed Radmore vigorously. "Why, if it comes to that, Rosamund"s quite as much at The Trellis House as Jack is, and even _I_ go there very often!"
"Yes, I know you do; at one time you were first favourite," said Miss Pendarth coolly.
She had never been lacking in courage.
"And yet I can a.s.sure you," he exclaimed in a challenging tone, "that I, at any rate, am not at all in love with Mrs. Crofton."
"Sit down, G.o.dfrey. There"s something I want to ask you."
Unwillingly he obeyed.
"I think you knew Colonel Crofton?"
"Yes, and I liked him very much."
"I"m afraid from what I"ve heard that she wasn"t a particularly good wife to him." Radmore was surprised at the feeling in her voice, but he asked himself irritably how the devil had Miss Pendarth heard anything of the Croftons and their private affairs?
He got up again, feeling vexed with himself for having come in to Rose Cottage.
She also rose from the stone seat.
"Stop just one moment, G.o.dfrey. I didn"t realize that you knew Mrs.
Crofton as well as you seem to do. I do beg of you to convey to her that she ought to be more prudent. I"m quite serious as to the talk about Jack Tosswill. They seem to have gone on a walk together yesterday afternoon, and the girl at the post-office, who is often sent long distances with telegrams and messages, saw them in the North Wood kissing one another."
G.o.dfrey uttered an exclamation of surprise and disgust.
How extraordinary that a woman of Miss Pendarth"s birth and breeding should listen to, and believe, low village gossip!
"Really," he said at last, "that"s too bad! I can"t understand, Miss Pendarth, how you can believe such a story--" He nearly added, "or allow it to be told you!"
"I wouldn"t believe everybody," she said in a low voice, "but I do believe Jane Nichol. She"s a sensible, quiet, reserved girl. She seems to have pa.s.sed quite close to them, but they were so absorbed in themselves that they didn"t see her. She told no one but her aunt, and her aunt told me. I"m sorry to say I do believe the story, and I think you will agree that what may be sport to your pretty friend might mean lifelong bitterness to such a boy as Jack Tosswill." She added earnestly, "Can"t you say just a word to her?"
"Well, no, I don"t see how I can! Still I promise you to try to do it if I get the chance."
He felt sharply disturbed and annoyed, and yet he didn"t believe a word of that vulgar story! Of course it was foolish of Enid Crofton to go for a long walk alone with Jack Tosswill. That sort of thing was bound to make talk. What would the village people think if they knew how often he, Radmore, and Mrs. Crofton had dined and lunched together during the three weeks that he had been there? Thank Heaven, they didn"t know, and never would.
"Did you ever read the report of the inquest on Colonel Crofton?" asked Miss Pendarth meaningly.