The appearance of young Gaffin at Hurlston must be accounted for.
The old mill on the cliff, which belonged to Sir Reginald Castleton, was
in a somewhat decayed condition, and had long been unoccupied, when a
short time before the period at which our story commences, a stranger,
calling himself Miles Gaffin, a miller by trade, called on Mr Groocock,
and offered to take it. As he was ready to give a better rent than the
steward expected to receive, he was glad to let it.
Miles Gaffin had occupied the mill for about a year, when, leaving it in
charge of his man, he disappeared for a time and returned with a wife
and three boys, whom he placed in a neat cottage at some little distance
from the mill. His wife was a foreigner, of dark complexion, who spoke
no English, a care-worn, spirit-broken woman, it was said.
She had little or no intercourse with her neighbours, who were unable to
find out anything about her; indeed, either by her husband's order or
her own wish, she never admitted any of them within her doors.
Some time after Miles Gaffin had been established at the mill, a lugger
appeared off the coast, on board which he was seen to go. He had
previously declared to Mr Groocock, notwithstanding his sunburnt
countenance and undoubted sailor-like look, that he knew nothing of
nautical affairs.
Mr Groocock began to suspect that he had been deceived in the matter on
finding that Gaffin had sailed away in the lugger, and did not return
for many weeks.
He confessed with a laugh when he next met the steward that he was
really fond of the sea, and that whenever his business would allow him,
he proposed taking a trip to indulge his fancy. He went so far even to
invite Mr Groocock to accompany him, his offer, however, as may be
supposed, being declined.
On one side of the mill the ground sloped rapidly down for twenty feet
or more, and here a house was erected, the roof of which reached
scarcely higher than the basement of the mill itself, so that the arms
on which the sails were stretched could pass freely over it. This
building had been in even a more dilapidated condition than the mill
itself. The lower portion was used as a stable, where the miller kept
his horse, the upper contained two rooms. Miles Gaffin had partially
repaired the house, and had had the two rooms fitted up as sleeping
apartments, that he might, as he said, put up any guest whom he could
not accommodate in his own house. From the time he had taken possession
of it he had, however, admitted none of his neighbours, though it was
rumoured that strange men who had landed from the suspicious lugger had
been observed entering the house, and sometimes leaving it, either on
foot or on horseback, and making their way inland; lights also had been
seen at all hours of the night when certainly the mill itself was not at
work. It was remarked, too, by several of the fishermen in the
neighbourhood, that the stranger had been carrying on some work or other
either inside the house or below the mill, as they had observed a large
quantity of earth which had been thrown down over the cliff, and though
part of it had been washed away by the spring tides, it still went on
increasing. When one of them made an observation to him on the subject,
he replied promptly that he had heard a noise one night, and had no
doubt that part of the cliff had given way. However, considering the
risk there was, should such have been the case, of his mill being
carried down bodily to the beach, he took the matter very coolly.
From time to time a still larger quantity of earth was observed, and it
was whispered by one or two of his more sagacious neighbours that Miles
Gaffin must be excavating a vault beneath his mill, possibly for the
purpose of forming a granary in which to store corn purchased by him
when prices were low. Why, however, he had not employed any of the
labourers in the neighbourhood, or why he should have the work carried
on in secret, no one could determine. Still the idea prevailed that a
vault of some sort had been formed; but after a time the matter was
forgotten. No one, indeed, had much fancy for asking the miller
inquisitive questions, as he generally gave such replies as to make
people wish that they had not put them. He was, indeed, looked upon as
a morose, haughty man, who, considering himself superior to the other
inhabitants of the village, was not inclined to allow any familiarity.
He had never been known to seek for custom. He had brought a man with
him to work the mill who was even more surly and morose than his master.
Poor Dusty Dick, as he was called, was deaf and dumb, so that he could
only express his feelings by his looks, and they were unprepossessing in
the extreme. When corn was brought he ground it and returned the proper
quantity of flour on receiving payment, though he would never give it up
without that.
The miller wished it to be understood that he ground his neighbour's
corn as a favour, and that his chief profits arose from turning into
flour the wheat which came by sea on board the lugger. This statement
was borne out by the large number of sacks which her crew were
frequently seen landing. Waggons from a distance also frequently
arrived, and being loaded with flour, were sent off again to the places
from whence they came. The miller's business, however, it was evident,
was not a steady one; sometimes for weeks together the long arms of the
mill were only seen working for a few hours now and then, and at others
the miller and his companions were as busy as bees, while the sails went
spinning round at a great rate, as if trying to make amends for lost
time.
Miles Gaffin continued to make frequent voyages in the lugger, of which
he was generally supposed to be the owner. Sometimes he was several
months together absent. When he came back he was so busy at the mill
that he was seldom seen at the cottage where his family resided.
As soon as his boys were old enough he sent them away to school. When
they came back for their holidays they were noted chiefly for being the
most noisy, wild, and worst mannered lads in the place, especially held
in dread by Miss Pemberton, who had frequently rebuked them when she saw
them playing games on a Sunday in the village, and had received rude
answers in return. The youngest was, notwithstanding, a fine, manly
looking boy, and the only one ever seen in his father's company.
On one occasion Gaffin had taken him on board the lugger, but the lad
had not returned, and it was said that he had been knocked overboard in
a gale of wind, and drowned.
On Gaffin's return after this event, his wife, as it was supposed, on
his suddenly communicating the boy's death, became ill. A doctor was
sent for, but the stroke had gone too far home for human cure, and in a
short time the hapless woman breathed her last.
On this Miles sent back his sons to school, and from that time, greatly
to the relief of Miss Pemberton, they did not make their appearance in
the village. He gave up his cottage, and after that took up his abode,
when at Hurlston, entirely at the mill-house.
A short time before the reappearance of his son at Hurlston, as just
mentioned, he had himself, after a considerable absence, returned. He
had been of late unsuccessful in his undertakings, whatever they were,
and even Dusty Dick, as he observed his master's countenance, thought it
prudent, as much as possible, to keep out of his way.
Several strangers had come with him on board the lugger, and had taken
possession of one of the rooms in the mill-house, while he occupied the
other. They were personages unaccustomed apparently to soft beds or
luxuries of any sort, so that they were perfectly at home in the roughly
furnished room; and when they wished to sleep they found, when wrapped
in their cloaks, all the comfort they desired.
Besides a couple of tressel beds, a long deal table, with benches on
either side, were the chief articles of furniture.
The miller and his guests were seated round the table, on which stood
the remnants of their supper. Their conversation related chiefly to an
adventure in which they had lately been engaged, while political
subjects were also discussed.
"Now, mates," said Gaffin, rising, "I have got business to attend to
before I turn in, but I will leave you to put on your night-caps
whenever you have a fancy."
"This is the only night-cap I ever put on," answered one of the men,
pouring out half a tumbler of brandy. "It serves for night-cap and
blanket too, and keeps a fellow from dreaming, an occupation I have no
fancy for."
"You are not going to leave us yet, captain, are you? We have not
reached the small hours of the night," said a second. "Another stoup of
liquor, man; we are on firm ground, and no king's cruisers are in chase
of us; you need not fear if it sends you to sleep, or makes you see
double for once in a way."
Gaffin still, however, refused to sit down again, even though other
urgent appeals were made to him, couched in much coarser language,
interlarded with not a few strange oaths, which need not be repeated.
"I have told you, mates, that I have business to attend to. Amuse
yourselves as you list, only don't get to brawling, or burn the house
down in your revels; if you do, remember you will chance to burn with it
before your time comes."
The smuggler captain, for such he appeared to be considered by his
ruffianly companions, without again speaking left the room.
He repaired at once to his own chamber, and sitting down at a table, on
which a lamp burned, he opened a desk, took a huge pocket-book from his
coat, and began to examine several documents which it contained.
"I must raise the wind by fair means or foul to satisfy my fellows, as
well as to make another venture before I cry die. Unless that is as
unsuccessful as the last, I shall soon redeem my fortunes."
He sat for some time ruminating, now and then turning to his papers, and
casting up accounts. Suddenly a thought occurred to him.
"How came I so long to forget the chest I got only off the wreck from
which old Halliburt saved the little girl?" he muttered. "Though I took
out not a few valuables, there were all sorts of things at the bottom of
the chest, which, now I think of it, I never turned over. I will have a
look at them this very night. Even a few gold pieces would be welcome,
and it was evidently the treasure chest of some Indian nabob or other,
his ill-gotten gains from the wretched natives he had fleeced and
cheated."
He went to a chest of drawers in which he found a key.
"This must be it," he said, "by its foreign make."
Taking the lamp he left the chamber, and descended the stairs. The
sound of boisterous revelry proceeded from the room where his guests
were assembled.
"The drunken brutes are not likely to disturb me," he growled out, "and
Dick is fast asleep in his loft."
Going across the stable, on removing a heap of straw he found a low
door, which opened with a key he produced from his pocket. Going
through it, he closed it carefully behind him.
He now stood in a low vaulted cavern, the earth supported by upright
pieces of stout timber, with flat boards above them, which prevented the
sandy soil in which it was cut from falling in. This was the excavation
which he, with a few trusty companions, had formed many years ago.
Various sorts of goods were piled up in it--casks of spirits, bales of
tobacco, silk, and several other articles. In a recess at the further
end was a large chest.
After several attempts, for the lock from disuse was rusted, he opened
it, and placing the lamp, resting on a piece of board, at one corner of
the chest, he sat down on a cask by its side. On first glancing into it
there appeared to be little or nothing within; but, on examining it
further, he found that there was a large tray at the bottom, which
apparently, on some former hurried examination, had escaped his notice.
On lifting this a number of articles were revealed closely packed; they
were mostly cases of various sizes. There was a jewelled-handled sword,
a curious dagger, and a brace of richly ornamented pistols, two or three
silver bowls and cups, and other articles which had probably been
presented by native princes or other wealthy men to the owner of the
chest. Several of the cases contained jewels evidently of great value,
which, as they glittered in the light, the smuggler gazed at with
intense satisfaction.
"And I have had all this wealth at my command and never knew of it," he
muttered. "I guessed the girl must have had wealthy friends, and as
this chest must have belonged to them, it would have been worth my while
to get hold of her. As, however, they have never appeared, I have been
saved the trouble and expense she would have been to me, and now this
store comes just in the nick of time when I want it most. The only
difficulty will be to dispose of all these things without raising
suspicion as to how I came by them. Still, at the worst, I can but tell
the truth should questions be asked, and prove that I got them from a
wreck. At all events, there are Jews enough in London who will give me
cash for them, though it may cost me not a little trouble to wring their
proper value out of the close-fisted hypocrites."
Such were the thoughts which occupied the smuggler's mind as he examined
in succession the articles which have been mentioned.
At last he came to another case or writing-desk, which was locked.
"I may as well overhaul the whole at once," he thought. "I must get
this opened somehow."
A sailor's strong knife was the only implement at hand. He broke off a
portion of the blade in making the attempt. At length he succeeded,
though he injured the case in the operation. Placing the desk on his
knees, he examined the contents, which consisted of a number of papers,
title-deeds, official documents in oriental characters, and other papers
apparently of value, together with several bills of exchange for a large
amount, and rolls of gold coin.
"Ah, ah! these will save me from going to the Jews as yet," he
exclaimed. "I will keep the jewels and other things till any future
necessity compels me to part with them."
Having examined the coin to assure himself that he was not mistaken, he
was glancing carelessly over the papers, when his eye fell on a name
which attracted his attention. He eagerly read through the paper, and
then looked for another and another. A deep frown settled on his brow,
while a look of satisfaction kindled in his eye.
"If Satan himself had been asked to do my command, he could not please
me better than this," he exclaimed. "I can now more amply than I had
expected accomplish the design I have for years waited for. And while I
enrich myself, I shall without risk humble those I have good reason to
hate."
He was now lost in thought, now again glancing over the papers.
"They and the other things will be safer here, where they have lain so
long, than in the house which may get burned down through some drunken
spree by the fellows I have to harbour. But the coin may as well go
into my pockets at once," he said to himself, as he put back the desk
with its contents in the chest.
Having replaced the tray, he brought some straw from another part of the
vault, and threw in a sufficient quantity to conceal it should by any
chance the chest be opened by any one else.
"This will make it be supposed that there is nothing below," he said to
himself, as he closed the lid and locked it.
At length leaving the vault, he returned to his chamber. His
companions' revels had ceased, and now loud snores only came from the
room where they were sleeping. He threw himself on his bed, but his
busy brain was too hard at work to allow him to sleep.