THE COMPACT
'Neil!' said Reggie; 'it's impossible.'
Marjorie had become deadly white, and Allan pushed the hair back from
his forehead and stood staring, his hands in his pockets. Reggie
pranced backwards and forwards, in uncontrollable excitement, while
Tricksy's dark eyes were growing as large as saucers in her little face.
'Elspeth,' said Marjorie sharply; 'you're talking nonsense, it can't be
true.'
'Indeed, Miss Marjorie, it's the truth I will be telling you; the
police came and arrested him before his mother's eyes that very day
just after he had been out with you on the boat, and he's before the
Sheriff in Stornwell this very day!'
'But, Elspeth, he did not do it! Nobody could believe that old Neil
would do such a thing!'
'Indeed, Master Allan, there are those that do, although Neil, poor
laddie, would no more do such a thing than the laird himsel, or the
king upon his throne! Appearances are against him, poor lad; and it's
for appearances that they've arrested him.'
'What appearances, Elspeth? Tell us about it?'
'Well, Miss Marjorie, it's just this; one of the money orders that was
stolen was sent back from Edinburgh Post Office; and it was Neil who
had sent it away in a letter. It's from that they make out that it was
Neil who stole it.'
'Neil couldn't have done such a thing,' broke in Reggie, with signs of
a storm in his voice.
'Does Mother know? and Father?' asked Tricksy breathlessly.
'Indeed, Miss Tricksy, the laird's away at the trial, and Mrs. Stewart
too, to be with Mrs. Macdonnell, poor soul; and Dr. and Mrs. MacGregor
went away this afternoon. The whole island's away, except just those
whose work obliges them to stay; and it's a sore disgrace to a
respectable family, whateffer.'
'That's all right then, if father's there,' said Reggie confidently.
'He knows Neil far too well to believe such a thing of him, no matter
what may have happened.'
'The laird can't help him much if the case goes against him, Master
Reggie. It's an awful thing that the money order should have come out
of the poor lad's letter; and it looks very bad.'
'But Neil couldn't have taken it,' protested Reggie; 'no matter where
the order came from, it wasn't Neil who stole it.'
'Well, anyhow,' said Tricksy, 'I'll never speak to the Sheriff again,
no matter what he does, if he lets Neil be put in prison.'
'The Sheriff only has to do his duty, Miss Tricksy; and if things go
against poor Neil he can't help him.'
'Well, we'll stand up for him, no matter who doesn't,' declared Allan;
'and we'll write and tell him so.'
'Of course we shall,' joined in the others.
'It's very kind of you, I'm sure,' said Elspeth, wiping her eyes; 'we
must just hope for the best. And now, young ladies and gentlemen, you
must have your tea and not think too much about it; and Miss Marjorie,
I'm thinking I must just make you a few scones!'
Little appetite was left to the young folks for the meal; and the
half-hearted clatter of knives and plates soon died away.
'We'll stand up for old Neil, no matter what happens,' was the upshot
of their deliberations; and Elspeth, coming in and out, dried her tears
furtively with the corner of her apron.
Later in the evening a dog-cart drove up; and Dr. and Mrs. MacGregor
alighted.
Marjorie ran down into the hall, while the others all clustered about
the banisters and looked down.
'Mother,' said Marjorie, with a set face, 'we know about Neil; tell us
how things have gone for him to-day.'
'The case is against him, so far,' replied Mrs. MacGregor.
A groan burst from upstairs, and Marjorie set her lips tightly.
'What will be done to him?' inquired Tricksy piteously.
'Nothing yet, dear; the case is not finished. He has to go to
Edinburgh to be tried; and we hope that something else may be found out
before that time.'
'Shall we see him before he goes?'
'No, he will not come back before then.'
'Where is he?' demanded Allan.
'At present he is in the--in the County Jail,' faltered Mrs. MacGregor.
'Poor Neil,' burst from the children.
'He will be kindly treated,' interposed the doctor; 'and it is only
until the case comes up in Edinburgh.'
The tears rolled over Tricksy's cheeks; and Marjorie turned away and
looked out of the window.
'And now,' said the doctor cheerily, 'you must not take the matter
tragically yet. We must hope for the best. Neil must stand his trial
like a man, and it isn't often that a miscarriage of justice takes
place. He will have the very best advice, your father and I will see
to that; and you may depend upon it that some fresh evidence will turn
up before then, which will show matters in an altogether different
light. In the meanwhile you must not go about looking doleful, as
though you had made up your minds already that Neil would not be able
to show a good case for himself.'
It was hard to be cheerful; and the young folk clustered about in
melancholy groups until the dog-cart arrived, when the Stewarts
unwillingly took their leave, with many promises on both sides to
communicate whatever might come to light in the meanwhile.
'Now, Duncan,' said Allan, after the dog-cart had started; 'tell us
what has happened?'
'Indeed, Master Allan; it iss ahl ferry unlucky indeed; and it iss
ferry sorry I will be for puir Neil and for Mrs. Macdonnell. You will
be knowing the night before the robbery wass committed Neil will have
been spending the evening with the MacAlisters. He wass expecting a
letter; and it will be a stormy evening and the mail steamer will not
be coming in till ferry late so that the letters wass not sent away
that night, but Neil wass allowed to look among them for his own.
There wass a registered letter for the laird; and it come out in the
evidence that Neil would see it, and that no one else but only Mr. and
Mrs. MacAlister and Neil himself could have peen knowing that it wass
there.'
'But what could make them think that Neil would break into the
post-office and steal a letter? Neil, of all people!'
'Well then, the ferry next day Neil will pe sending away a letter, and
in that letter wass one of the ferry orders that had been in the
laird's letter.'
'But how do they know that it was the same order; and how can they be
certain that it was Neil who sent it away. There must have been a
great many orders presented in the Edinburgh Post Office that day.'
'They know that it wass the laird's order, Master Allan, because the
gentleman who had sent away the orders had kept the number of them all;
and they know that Neil had sent it away because the man he sent it to
took it out of the envelope in ta post-office, and there wass a letter
with it signed clearly in his own handwriting; "Neil Macdonnell."'
Allan sat up and pushed his cap to the back of his head.
'It's very strange,' he said; 'there must be some mistake!'
'How did poor old Neil take it, when he was arrested and all that?'
asked Reggie.
'Neil wass ferry much astonished, Master Reggie, and could not pelieve
it at ahl. He said the order he had sent away wass not the laird's but
another one ahltogether. Afterwards he wass ferry angry; and in court
he stood up as prave as a lion and said he had neffer seen the order
and that he had neffer sent it away whateffer, and that it wass all
lies. They will be showing him his name written on the order; and he
had to own that it wass his handwriting, but he will not be knowing how
it had come on the order. Then when some of the people didn't seem to
pelieve him, he wass ferry angry again, wass Neil; and when the Sheriff
said he wass to go and pe tried at Edinburgh he went out of the court
in a terrible rage and a fury; and he said to us ahl that he would not
go to Edinburgh, because if ta people here who wass his friends didn't
peliefe him, they would not pe peliefing him neither in Edinburgh where
they wass ahl strangers to him, and that he would be finding some way
of escaping pefore he wass sent there and not be pringing disgrace upon
an honest family. He will be saying a lot of foolish things, will
Neil, puir lad.'
Mr. and Mrs. Stewart were in the hall when their children arrived.
Tricksy flew into her mother's arms and burst into tears; Allan turned
a grave, concerned face towards his parents; and Reggie looked
inquiringly at his father without speaking.
'I see that you have been told about Neil,' said the laird in his kind
voice. 'We had been hoping that the matter might have been cleared up
without delay, and that it would be unnecessary that you should be
informed of it. However, you need not despair; Neil is not the lad to
have committed a dishonest action, and I am convinced that we shall
find some evidence that will clear him.'
'And now,' said Mrs. Stewart, 'you must all go to bed, Allan as well as
the others. It is late, and Tricksy is quite exhausted. Sleep well;
you don't know what news may come in the morning! Something may be
found out by that time.'
'I am sure,' said Tricksy still tearfully to Reggie as he said
good-night to her in her little bed; 'I don't know what I should do if
I hadn't a mother! It's great fun running about with you and the
others, and staying out-of-doors for whole days at a time; but when we
get hurt or sorry, it's Mummie that we want!'
Little sleep came to the boys that night. Each turned and tossed
uneasily upon his bed, trying not to disturb the other; falling into
broken dreams of being with Neil on the rocks in their own island, and
awakening to a sense of the reality.
Early in the morning it became useless to keep up the pretence any
longer. They rose and dressed and went out-of-doors.
By the garden gate two shaggy ponies were standing; and the boys were
not at all surprised to see Marjorie and Hamish, who turned anxious
faces towards them.
'Well,' said Marjorie, 'anything new?'
'Nothing since we saw you.'
'There hasn't been time, of course,' said Marjorie. 'We couldn't rest,
so we came along to see you.'
'Let's go down to the shore,' said Allan. 'Can't talk here.'
A window was thrown open on the upper story of the house, and a little
voice cried, 'Wait a minute, people! don't go away! I'm coming too.'
'Tricksy awake already!' said Marjorie; 'that child will make herself
ill.'
In a few minutes a little figure emerged from the front door, and
Tricksy ran towards them.
'What are you going to do?' she said. 'Is there any news?'
'Nothing at all, Tricksy,' said Marjorie; 'we were only going down to
the shore to talk.'
The little girl slipped her hand confidingly into Allan's and walked
beside him, trying to accommodate her steps to his long stride.
'Hullo, there's Euan Macdonnell,' said Allan. 'He was at the trial
yesterday; let's ask him about it.'
The fine frank-faced young coastguard touched his cap to the girls and
waited to be spoken to.
'Euan,' said Allan abruptly; speaking in Gaelic, which was always most
convenient for the islanders if a conversation was likely to be long;
'we know about Neil. You were there; tell us about the trial.'
'Well, Mr. Allan, it was a very bad business, and we none of us
expected it to go as it did. Poor Neil was most frightfully cut up
about it, and no wonder, poor fellow. What he felt most was that some
of the people were against him when he thought they would be quite sure
to believe in his honesty, no matter what might have happened.'
'So they ought,' declared Allan. 'Any one who knows Neil in the least
would know that whether he sent away that order or not, he would never
have stolen it, and that there must have been a mistake.'
'Of course there must have been,' said Euan, 'and I'm glad to hear you
say so, Mr. Allan.'
'Suppose things were to go wrongly,' said Marjorie; 'I mean, supposing
that nothing is found out that will help to clear Neil when he comes
before the Edinburgh court, what will he have to expect?'
Tricksy's eyes were growing wider, and the pink in Marjorie's cheeks
became deeper.
'I am afraid the penalty for the poor lad would be two or three years
in prison, Miss Marjorie. It's a serious crime, you know;
house-breaking, and robbing his Majesty's mails. We can only hope it
won't come to that.'
The hearers all drew a long breath, like a gasp.
'Let's go down and sit on the rocks,' said Marjorie abruptly. 'Now,
Euan, tell us how you think it happened.'
'Well,' said Euan, 'the only explanation is, that that order came into
Neil's possession without his knowing it.'
Allan nodded.
'You see, Miss Marjorie,' continued Euan, 'Neil made no secret of
having sent off a post-office order that day. He had got one on the
evening before, when he was at the MacAlisters', and he put it in the
pocket of his reefer jacket. You know that new churn he got for his
mother? Well, he was paying for that by instalments and this was one
of the payments. The day after the robbery, he went into the
post-office, got the order, put it into an envelope containing a note
to say that he hoped to send the last instalment next week, and sent it
away. But the order that came out of the letter was not the one that
he bought at Mrs. MacAlister's that night; and the curious thing is,
that he found the order that he believed he had sent away, still in his
coat pocket when he went to look. At least that's the story he tells,
poor lad.'
'Then,' said Allan, 'how do you account for the wrong order being in
the letter?'
Euan pondered a minute, and then said, 'Mr. Allan, there's only one
explanation of it, so far as I can see. Some person must have been
trying to screen himself by throwing suspicion on to Neil. You say
that there was more than one order in the laird's letter?'
'Yes,' replied Allan, 'and they don't seem to have heard anything about
the others yet.'
'They will turn up some day, no doubt, and then the whole matter may be
cleared up; but in the meanwhile there's nothing to go by to help the
poor lad. Perhaps they may be traced before the case comes up in
Edinburgh.
'Oh, I hope so,' cried the girls, 'and then they'll get their finger on
the real culprit?'
'The person who did it must have put the order into Neil's pocket,'
said Allan. 'How could they have managed it and what would make them
think of Neil?'
'Well, Mr. Allan; you know how these country post-offices are kept.
The letter-box is in the MacAlisters' kitchen, which is at the same
time their shop, and where every one goes in and out. The box is never
locked; and after the letters are sorted they often lie on the table
for hours, waiting until the postman comes to take them away. Any one
who was not honest could easily slip into the kitchen when Mrs.
MacAlister's back was turned and do what they liked with the letters;
but such a thing has never happened before. Now, whoever committed the
robbery has seen that Neil was in the post-office that evening, turning
over the letters; and he saw that Neil got a money order to send away.
All this made him think that Neil was the one to fasten the guilt on
to, so after breaking into the post-office that night he slipped into
the house, unknown to Neil or his mother, and put the order where Neil
was likely to take it for his own.'
Allan nodded approvingly when the coastguard paused in what was an
unusually long effort for him.
There's something in that,' he said. 'But who would have done such a
thing?'
'There is one man on the island who might have done it, and that man
has had every opportunity.'
'Who is that?'
'Do you know a lad called Andrew MacPeters? He works for the
MacAlisters sometimes.'
'I know him,' said Reggie, who had been listening but saying little.
'A red-headed man with foxy eyes.'
'The same,' said Euan. 'He is always in and out of the house; and most
likely he was there that night and saw everything that went on. He has
always hated Neil since he was a lad, and got a beating from Neil, who
was much smaller than himself. He would only be too pleased to do him
an ill turn. It shows a nasty, mean disposition that he should have
taken the trouble to break open the box and throw the letters all about
the shop when he only had to open it and take out what he wanted. Keep
a look-out on that man, young ladies and gentlemen, if you want to find
out what is at the bottom of the whole affair.'
'We will,' they all said.
'And if you could find out anything before the case comes up,' said
Euan, 'you might be the means of saving the lad and his mother too; for
she will be heart-broken if her son is not cleared, and that quickly.'
'We'll do all we can,' said Marjorie.
'Yes,' said Allan slowly and deliberately; 'I vote we all make up our
minds not to rest until we find out who did it and get Neil cleared.'
'We will, we will,' cried all the others in a chorus.
'How are we going to manage it?' asked Tricksy, with eyes and mouth
open.
The others did not reply.
'We will make a compact,' cried Marjorie, rising with sparkling eyes,
'and we'll all sign an agreement; something like this: "We hereby
promise never to rest until we find out who committed the robbery and
show that Neil didn't do it."'
'Yes,' said Tricksy; 'let's write it at once.'
'No pens or paper here,' said Marjorie; 'we'll write it down when we
get into the house. Euan, you must join the compact too; we'll send
you a copy for yourself. Each of us shall have his or her own copy to
carry about wherever we go; and each copy shall be signed by every
member of the compact. We'll form ourselves into a Society to prove
that Neil is innocent.'
'So we shall,' said Allan; 'good idea that of yours, Marjorie.'
'That's all right,' said the youngest member of the Society; 'now, when
are we going to begin?'
'You must give us time, Tricksy,' said Allan; 'it won't be so very
easy;' but all the faces wore a more cheerful expression.
'There's a telegraph boy,' said Marjorie suddenly, 'do you see
him?--just going in at the gates of Ardnavoir. Perhaps it's some news
of Neil.'
'Run, Reggie,' said Allan, 'you are the best runner; and see whether
it's anything of that kind.'
Reggie started off, and after an interval he came speeding back again.
It's something to do with Neil,' he said; 'come quickly.'