"Yes." Mr. Hazlewood eagerly seconded his sister. "Since you know him you are the very man."
Pettifer shook his head.
"It would be an impertinence. For although I look upon d.i.c.k as a son I am not his father. You are, Hazlewood, you are. He wouldn"t answer me."
"Would he answer me?" asked Hazlewood. "I don"t know him at all. I can"t go to him and ask if he told the truth."
"No, no, you can"t do that," Pettifer answered, "nor do I mean you to. I want to put my questions myself in my own way and I thought that you might get him down to Little Beeding."
"But I have no excuse," cried Hazlewood, and Mrs. Pettifer at last understood the plan which was in her husband"s mind, which had been growing to completion since the night when he had dined at Little Beeding.
"Yes, you have an excuse," she cried, and Pettifer explained what it was.
"You collect miniatures. Some time ago you bought one of Marie Antoinette at Lord Mirliton"s sale. You asked a question as to its authenticity in _Notes and Queries_. It was answered--"
Mr. Hazlewood broke in excitedly:
"By a man called Thresk. That is why the name was familiar to me. But I could not remember." He turned upon his sister. "It is your fault, Margaret. You took my copy of _Notes and Queries_ away with you. d.i.c.k noticed it and told me."
"d.i.c.k!" Pettifer exclaimed in alarm. But the alarm pa.s.sed. "He cannot have guessed why."
Mrs. Pettifer was clear upon the point.
"No. I took the magazine because of a remark which Robert made to you.
d.i.c.k did not hear it. No, he cannot have guessed why."
"For it"s important he should have no suspicion whatever of what I propose that you should do, Hazlewood," Pettifer said gravely. "I propose that we should take a lesson from the legal processes of another country.
It may work, it may not, but to my mind it is our only chance."
"Let me hear!" said Hazlewood.
"Thresk is an authority on old silver and miniatures. He has a valuable collection himself. His advice is sought by people in the trade. You know what collectors are. Get him down to see your collection. It wouldn"t be the first time that you have invited a stranger to pa.s.s a night in your house for that purpose, would it?"
"No."
"And the invitation has often been accepted?"
"Well--sometimes."
"We must hope that it will be this time. Get Thresk down to Little Beeding upon that excuse. Then confront him unexpectedly with Mrs.
Ballantyne. And let me be there."
Such was the plan which Pettifer suggested. A period of silence followed upon his words. Even Mr. Hazlewood, in the extremity of his distress, recoiled from it.
"It would look like a trap."
Mr. Pettifer thumped his table impatiently.
"Let"s be frank, for Heaven"s sake. It wouldn"t merely look like a trap, it would be one. It wouldn"t be at all a pretty thing to do, but there"s this marriage!"
"No, I couldn"t do it," said Hazlewood.
"Very well. There"s no more to be said."
Pettifer himself had no liking for the plan. It had been his intention originally to let Hazlewood know that if he wished to get into communication with Thresk there was a means by which he could do it. But the fact of d.i.c.k"s engagement had carried him still further, and now that he had read the evidence of the trial carefully there was a real anxiety in his mind. Pettifer sealed up the cuttings in a fresh envelope and gave them to Hazlewood and went out with him to the door.
"Of course," said the old man, "if your legal experience, Robert, leads you to think that we should be justified--"
"But it doesn"t," Pettifer was quick to interpose. He recognised his brother-in-law"s intention to throw the discredit of the trick upon his shoulders but he would have none of it. "No, Hazlewood," he said cheerfully: "it"s not a plan which a high-cla.s.s lawyer would be likely to commend to a client."
"Then I am afraid that I couldn"t do it."
"All right," said Pettifer with his hand upon the latch of the front door. "Thresk"s chambers are in King"s Bench Walk." He added the number.
"I simply couldn"t think of it," Hazlewood repeated as he crossed the pavement to his car.
"Perhaps not," said Pettifer. "You have the envelope? Yes. Choose an evening towards the end of the week, a Friday will be your best chance of getting him."
"I will do nothing of the kind, Pettifer."
"And let me know when he is coming. Goodbye."
The car carried Mr. Hazlewood away still protesting that he really couldn"t think of it for an instant. But he thought a good deal of it during the next week and his temper did not improve. "Pettifer has rubbed off the finer edges of his nature," he said to himself. "It is a pity--a great pity. But thirty years of life in a lawyer"s office must no doubt have that effect. I regret very much that Pettifer should have imagined that I would condescend to such a scheme."
CHAPTER XX
ON THE DOWNS
They went up by the steep chalk road which skirts the park wall to the top of the conical hill above the race-course. An escarpment of gra.s.s banks guards a hollow like a shallow crater on the very summit. They rode round it upon the rim, now facing the black slope of Charlton Forest across the valley to the north, now looking out over the plain and Chichester. Thirty miles away above the sea the chalk cliffs of the Isle of Wight gleamed under their thatch of dark turf. It was not yet nine in the morning. Later the day would climb dustily to noon; now it had the wonder and the stillness of great beginnings. A faint haze like a veil at the edges of the sky and a freshness of the air made the world magical to these two who rode high above weald and sea. Stella looked downwards to the silver flash of the broad water west of Chichester spire.
"That way they came, perhaps on a day like this," she said slowly, "those old centurions."
"Your thoughts go back," said d.i.c.k Hazlewood with a laugh.
"Not so far as you think," cried Stella, and suddenly her cheeks took fire and a smile dimpled them. "Oh, I dare to think of many things to-day."
She rode down the steep gra.s.s slope towards the race-course with d.i.c.k at her side. It was the first morning they had ridden together since the night of the dinner-party at Little Beeding. Mr. Hazlewood was at this moment ordering his car so that he might drive in to the town and learn what Pettifer had discovered in the cuttings from the newspapers. But they were quite unaware of the plot which was being hatched against them.
They went forward under the high beech-trees watching for the great roots which stretched across their path, and talking little. An open way between wooden posts led them now on to turf and gave them the freedom of the downs. They saw no one. With the larks and the field-fares they had the world to themselves; and in the shade beneath the hedges the dew still sparkled on the gra.s.s. They left the long arm of Halnaker Down upon their right, its old mill standing up on the edge like some lighthouse on a bluff of the sea, and crossing the high road from Up-Waltham rode along a narrow glade amongst beeches and nut-trees and small oaks and bushes of wild roses. Open s.p.a.ces came again; below them were the woods and the green country of Slindon and the deep gra.s.s of Dale Park. And so they drew near to Gumber Corner where Stane Street climbs over Bignor Hill.
Here d.i.c.k Hazlewood halted.
"I suppose we turn."
"Not to-day," said Stella, and d.i.c.k turned to her with surprise. Always before they had stopped at this point and always by Stella"s wish. Either she was tired or was needed at home or had letters to write--always there had been some excuse and no reason. d.i.c.k Hazlewood had come to believe that she would not pa.s.s this point, that the down land beyond was a sort of Tom Tiddler"s ground on which she would not trespa.s.s. He had wondered why, but his instinct had warned him from questions. He had always turned at this spot immediately, as if he believed the excuse which she had ready.
Stella noticed the surprise upon his face; and the blushes rose again in her cheeks.