Nor did the mother press the question she had already put twice; for, as we have said, she knew the nature of the girl, who ever took her own way, and had the art to make that way either filial obedience or loving conciliation.
"Oh, I"m so frightened for these ghosts!" she continued. "You know there was a murder here once upon a time. They"re so like myself--wicked, and won"t answer when they"re spoken to, as I would not answer you, dear mother, just now; but wait till to-morrow, and you shall see that I am your own loving Jeannie."
"Weel, weel, bairn, we _will_ see. But, oh, I"m muckle afraid; d"ye know, Jeannie, Charlie has been robbing! And wha, think ye, was the man--wha but--"
"Hush, hush, mother, I know it all already; but let me beneath your cloak, I"m so frightened."
And the little sprite got in, keeping her head and the little cup of a bonnet protruding every moment to look round; yet if it could have been seen in the dark, with such a sly, half-humorous eye, as betokened one of those curiously-made creatures who seem to be formed for studies to the thoroughgoing decent pacers of the world"s stage.
"Ah! now we"re all safe, as poor Charlie will be to-morrow," she cried, as they got to the foot of the long row, and she emerged in the light of one of the lamps, so like a flash from a cloud, running before her mother to get her to walk faster and faster, as if some scheme she had in her head was loitering under the impediment of her mother"s wearied, oh, wearied step.
Having at length reached home, Jeannie ran and got the fire as bright as her own eye, crying out occasionally, as she glanced about,
"Poor Charlie in a dungeon!" and again, a few minutes after, when puffing at the fire with the bellows,
"No fire for dear Charlie; all dark and dismal!"
And then, running for the little paper packet with the cheese and bread, and setting it down,
"But he"ll see the sun to-morrow, and will sleep in his own bed to-morrow night too; that he shall. Now eat, mother, for you will be hungry; and see you this!" as she took from her pocket a very tiny bottle, which would hold somewhere about a gla.s.s.
"Take that," filling out a little whisky.
"Oh dear, dear bairn, where learnt ye a" that witchery?" said the mother, looking at her.
But the sly look, sometimes without a trace of laughter in her face, was the only answer.
And now they are stretched in bed in each other"s arms; but it was a restless night for both. And how different the manifestations of the restlessness! The groans of the elder for the fate of her only boy, now suspended on the scales of justice--one branch of the balance to be lopt off by Nemesis, and the other left with a noose in the string whereon to hang that erring, yet still beloved son; hysterical laughs from Jeannie in her dreams, as she saw herself undo the kench, and Charlie let out, clapping his hands, and praying too, and kissing Jeannie, and other fantastic tricks of fancy in her own domain, unburdened with heavy clay which soils and presses upon her wings and binds her to earth, and to these monstrous likenesses of things, which she says are all a lying nature under the bonds of a blind fate, from where she cannot get free, even though she screams of murder and oppression and cruelty, and all the ills that earth-born flesh inherits from the first man.
Yet, for all these deductions from the sleep they needed, Jeannie was up in the morning early, infusing tea for herself and mother, muttering, as she whisked about,
"No breakfast for him made by me, who love him so dearly; but in this very house, ay, this night, he will have supper; and such a supper!"
In the midst of these scenes in the little room, a knock came to the door. It was a policeman, to say that she and her mother must be up to the office by ten.
"And shall we not?" said Jeannie, laughing; "wouldn"t I have been there at any rate?"
Then, a little after, came the stern Henderson, still ignorant of who robbed him. Mrs. S--th got up trembling, and looking at him with terror, so dark he appeared.
"Where is Charles?" he said.
"We don"t know," said Jeannie, turning a side-glance at her mother. It was true she hated her uncle mortally, for the reason that, though he was to an extent generous to them, he was harsh too, and left them often poorly off, when from his wealth, which he concealed, he might have made them happy; and then how could they help the conduct of the son whose earnings ought to have relieved the uncle of even his small advances?
But though Jeannie hated the curmudgeon, who was, if he could, to hang her brother--worth to her all the world and a bit of heaven--the mother saw some change in the girl"s conduct towards her uncle. Though pure as snow, she flew to him and hugged him with the art of one of the denizens of rougedom, and kissed him, and all the time was acting some by-play with her nimble fingers.
"Where is your box, you naughty uncle? Doesn"t my mother like her eyes opened in the morning? Ah, here it is."
And getting the box, she carried it to her mother, who was still more surprised; for she never had got a pinch from Mr. Henderson nor any one, though she sometimes, for her breathing, took a draught of a pipe at night.
"It is empty, you witch," cried Henderson.
"Ah! then, my mother will not get her eyes opened." And she returned it into his pocket with these said subtle fingers.
The mother got dressed, and took a cup of Jeannie"s tea, and in a few minutes they were all on their way to the police office. They found Captain Stewart in his room, and along with him the procurator-fiscal.
"Come away, Mr. Henderson; this is a bad business," said Stewart.
"The villain!" cried Henderson; "I hope he will hang for it."
"Ay, if guilty though, only," replied the captain.
"Would you know the man?" said the fiscal.
"No, he had a napkin over his face; but I could guess something from his size and voice."
"He admits the robbery," said Stewart; "but he has an absurd qualification about a frolic, which yet, I am bound to say, is supported by his accomplices."
"Then the money, five pounds, has not been got," said the fiscal. "This is a great want; for without it, I don"t see what we can make of the case."
"Money here or money there, I"ve lost it anyhow; and if he isn"t hanged, I"ll not be pleased."
"Was there any but one man engaged in the affair?"
"Just one, and plenty."
"He had a gun?"
"Yes."
"Would you know it?"
"No. I was, to say the truth, too frightened to examine the instrument that was to shoot me."
"Then we have nothing but the admission and the testimony of the accomplices, who say it was a frolic," said Stewart.
"No frolic to me," cried Henderson. "Why then didn"t they return the money?"
"They say they called and ran after you, and that you would not wait to get it back."
"Then why didn"t they produce it to you?" said Henderson. "The money is appropriated."
"A circ.u.mstance," said the fiscal, "in itself sufficient to rebut the frolic. Yes, the strength of the case is there."
"So I thought," growled the man.
"You wasn"t in liquor?"
"No."