A STORY OF THE PAST
"Tamaroo!" repeated the negro, showing a good set of teeth for so old
a man. "I come about the letter."
Eustace looked at him, and remembered a certain negro who had been
waiting for Anchor at the time the miner was shot. Evidently Anchor
had been about to explain that the man was waiting, when the bullet
struck him. "Tamaroo!" murmured Eustace. "I might have guessed that so
queer a name would be connected with something barbaric. Come in!"
In a few minutes they were seated in the study. Jarman, since the
departure of Miss Cork, had not sought out another housekeeper, so he
had no fear of eavesdroppers. Denham was likely to be engaged with
Mildred for at least an hour, so the interview between himself and
Tamaroo would not be interrupted. He observed that the negro was much
above the ordinary class. He had a certain dignity about him, wore
none of the barbaric colours in which his race delight, and, moreover,
spoke surprisingly good English. Occasionally he lisped in the true
nigger fashion, but on the whole his speech would not have disgraced a
moderately educated white man. As soon as he sat down, Tamaroo gravely
mounted a pair of spectacles, and took out a bundle of papers tied up
with red tape.
"One moment!" said Eustace, loading his pipe, as he thought he could
talk better while smoking. "Was it you who pasted the town with the
Scarlet Bat?"
"Yes. It was me, sir." Tamaroo did not say "sah" as an ordinary negro
would have done. "I wanted to know where you were, and as you were
hiding I could do nothing else to make you know that I wanted to see
you."
"Hold on!" said Jarman, seeing the mistake. "How do you know I am
Frank Lancaster?"
"You could not have written this letter if you were not, sir," said
Tamaroo, decisively. "My old master gave a direction to the lady aunt
who looked after you, and it was to be given to you on--"
"On the twenty-fifth of September. It's not the date yet."
"No, sir. But I thought you might get the letter before. The mark on
your arm, sir, would draw your attention to the Scarlet Bat on the
walls, and you would ask for the letter."
"But I say, Tamaroo, why do you come along before the time?"
"There is danger, sir--great danger--and I want to save you."
"Not me. You wish to save Frank Lancaster."
Tamaroo looked up quickly, and replaced the bundle of letters in his
breast-pocket. "And you, sir?"
"I am the friend of Mr. Lancaster. You can show me the--"
Tamaroo was on his feet before Eustace finished, and in his right hand
he held a revolver.
"Keep back!" he cried shrilly. "You have trapped me, but I fight--yes,
I fight."
Jarman maintained his seat and smoked coolly. "There's no need for you
to fight, man," he said soothingly. "Should I know about the Scarlet
Bat and that letter if I were not Mr. Lancaster's friend?"
"Others know, and they are not friends," said the negro, doubtfully,
but lowering the revolver.
"Captain Banjo Berry and his niece?"
"Huh!" Tamaroo grunted in true nigger fashion. "You know them?"
"Rather," replied Jarman, flinging himself back. "And I know much more
about them than they like. They got poor Lancaster into this trouble."
Tamaroo groaned. "I know it," he said, "and if I had only come to
England sooner it would not have happened. I arrived just after the
trouble, and heard that my young master was accused."
"You do not believe him guilty, then, Tamaroo?"
"No, sir. Certainly I do not. Captain Berry came to England to try and
get my young master hanged."
"For what reason?" asked Eustace, wondering to find his suspicions
verified. "I always thought he did; but why?"
Tamaroo touched his breast-pocket. "That is told here," he said, "but
I cannot speak save to my master."
"But I am his friend. I may as well tell you that after he got into
trouble he came to me. He stopped for a time, then, being in danger of
discovery, he fled."
"You do not know where he is?" asked the negro, disappointed.
Eustace looked at him keenly. "Well I do," he admitted, "but he is in
such danger that I dare not tell. Can't I see the papers?"
Tamaroo moved towards the door. "No, sir," he said sternly; "my old
master told me to read them and to give them to Mr. Lancaster alone.
Oh! tell me where he is, I beg you, sir?"
Eustace looked perplexed. He had no reason on the face of it to doubt
the good faith of the man, and the sealed letter being answered in
this way was a guarantee that Tamaroo was the emissary of the elder
Lancaster. But it behoved him to be cautious, as he was surrounded on
all sides by snares and pitfalls. Captain Berry was not the man to
stop short of any crime to gain his end--witness the death of Starth
and his pursuit of Frank.
"Do you know why Berry is pursuing Lancaster?" he asked, forgetting
that the negro might see fit to keep his own counsel for the same
reasons.
"To get him hanged to said Tamaroo, quietly.
"You said that before. But the reason?"
In his turn Tamaroo replied: "You said that before, sir. It is in the
papers which I carry."
"And they will explain the whole business?"
"They will. They contain the whole story of the Scarlet Bat and of the
Indian treasure--"
"Ah!" interpolated Eustace with grim satisfaction. "I knew there was a
treasure. How much, Tamaroo? A million?"
"Nearly that. But you can see from the will."
"The will! Have you the will of Mr. Lancaster?"
Tamaroo nodded. "I have the will."
"And is Mr. Lancaster the elder dead?"
"Yes, sir," said the negro with emotion. "He died a year ago. And I
could not see him die, alas!" he added, much moved.
"Why not, were you away?"
Tamaroo again shook his head and looked mournful. Then, sinking his
voice to a whisper, he said: "My master was a leper."
Eustace jumped up with an ejaculation of disgust and pity. "For how
long was he a leper?" he asked, thinking of the money.
"From the time he sent my young master to the lady aunt. It was for
that reason he parted with him. I remained, but my master would not
let me attend to him, lest I also should take the disease--and I had
this to do." He again touched his breast-pocket.
"So it was you who sent the money from 'Frisco?"
"It was I, sir. My master told me to send it, till I could give up the
fortune to my young master."
"And you have come to do that?"
"Yes, sir. But only to him will I tell the story and give the papers."
Jarman reflected. The old man was evidently most trustworthy, seeing
he wished to fulfill his mission with the utmost exactitude. He could
safely be told of Frank's hiding-place.
"To-night I shall lead you to Mr. Lancaster," said Jarman, quietly.
"Thank Heaven--oh, thank Heaven!" cried Tamaroo, and the tears rolled
down his black face. "It has been a care to me this trust. I wish to
give it to my young master and be at rest."
"Oh, that's all right," replied Eustace, patting the old man on the
back. "And we'll be able to baffle this conspiracy?"
"Yes," cried Tamaroo, wiping his eyes, "we will save my master."
"By the way," asked Jarman, suddenly, "do you know a young fellow
called Natty Denham?"
Tamaroo nodded. "I do, sir. He is the son of my master's partner."
"What!" Jarman looked puzzled. "Partner in what?"
Again the negro became obstinate. "It is in the papers," he said.
"That means I'll learn nothing until Frank does," said Jarman,
good-humouredly. "You are a faithful messenger, Tamaroo. Has young
Denham seen you?"
"No, sir. I do not think he knows of my name, unless Captain Berry--"
"Oh, he's told him as little as he could. But, I say, does Berry know
of the contents of those papers?"
"Yes, sir, He learnt them from--" Here the negro hesitated.
Eustace laughed and nodded. "You needn't worry," he said, "I know of
that. Mrs. Anchor, who is now called Miss Berry, learnt about the
fortune from her husband."
Tamaroo smiled grimly, and then with an ejaculation smote his hands
together, looking in a startled way at Eustace. "I know you now, sir.
You were said to have killed Mr. Anchor in San Francisco."
"Yes. But I suspect that Berry killed him. And you were the negro who
was waiting at his house for him."
"I did not wait at the house," said Tamaroo, quietly. "Mr. Anchor was
a friend of my master, and had some of the papers connected with the
fortune of the Scarlet Bat. When he was going after his wife he told
me to come and get them. Then he thought he would give them to you,
and I waited while he visited you. But I grew weary, and followed. I
saw you speaking to Mr. Anchor, and heard the shot!"
"Who fired it?"
"Captain Berry. He was then called--"
"Sakers. I know. But the knife wound?" Tamaroo looked oddly at
Eustace. "I know nothing of that, sir," he said. "But we can talk
again of this. I will tell you all I know in the presence of Mr.
Frank. And now--"
There was a sound of laughing outside. Mildred suddenly appeared at
the window and tapped on the glass to be let in. She usually did this
when impatient. Tamaroo saw her face and started. Jarman went to the
door and admitted her. She was with Denham.
"I have come to ask you a question," said Mildred, entering the room.
"Oh!" She started back. "Who is this?"
"This," said Eustace, waving his hand, "is Tamaroo."
"What!" cried Denham, "the name on the bills?"
"Yes," put in Tamaroo, quietly; "and this"--he bowed to Mildred--"is
Miss Starth."
"How do you know me?" asked Mildred, puzzled by the recognition. "It
was I who gave you the paper at the inquest," said the negro. She
uttered an exclamation. "Then you know that Frank is innocent?"
"Yes," said Tamaroo, with a hanging head. "But I cannot prove it."
"Don't you think Lancaster killed Starth?" asked Natty, eagerly.
"No sir," he replied, looking strangely at the young man; "but who
killed him I cannot say."
"Captain Berry," suggested Eustace.
Tamaroo shook his head. "It was not Captain Berry."
After this he refused to say any more, and sat down, seemingly quite
worn out. Jarman, who wished him to be prepared for the interview with
Frank, insisted that he should lie down. So the negro went to the
bedroom formerly occupied by the Irish secretary. He locked the door
when he entered, apparently fearful for the safety of his papers.
Eustace smiled approvingly. Every action of Tamaroo's showed how
devoted he was to Frank Lancaster. He returned to the room where
Mildred still waited with the American.
"What is your question?" he asked.
"It doesn't matter just now," she replied, with a glance at Denham.
"Later I can talk of it. This arrival of Tamaroo has driven all else
out of my head."
"But do you know anything of the man?"
"I know all that Frank could tell me," she replied. "My dear Eustace,
Frank has told me all of your doings since he came to you. You don't
mind my calling him Frank, do you?" she said, pleadingly, as she saw
him frown. "He is in such difficulties, and I am so sorry."
Jarman looked at her a little sadly, seeing that she was slipping away
from him. "No," he replied, quietly, "I don't mind. Have you told Mr.
Denham anything?"
Mildred uttered an exclamation. She had quite forgotten the presence
of the American, and dreaded lest she had betrayed Frank. But Natty
came forward with a smile.
"You need not be afraid, I guess," he said, nodding. "I'm square, and
on your side."
"I thought you were friendly to--"
"To the Berrys? Not much. I've chucked them. They have been making use
of me, and have been trying to get Lancaster hanged--"
"And are trying," interrupted Eustace, quickly. "It's all right,
Mildred. So sure am I of Denham that I intend to trust him."
"You need have no fear," said Denham, colouring with pleasure. "I'm
straight all through. Don't you trust me, Miss Starth?"
Mildred looked at him with her innocent eyes, and he met her gaze
without dropping his own.
"Yes, I trust you," she said, "thoroughly."
"In that case," said Eustace, rubbing his hands, "Mr. Denham can be
present when Tamaroo explains to Frank."
"Explains what?"
"The whole business of the conspiracy. It concerns Frank, and also
you, Denham. Tamaroo says that your father was the partner of the late
Mr. Lancaster."
"I've heard him mention Lancaster's name," said Natty, slowly; "but
Tamaroo never came along."
"He lay low, as your countrymen say. But it will all be explained
to-night--in this room."
Mildred uttered an exclamation. "Do you think that is wise?"
"Yes. No one is likely to come here."
"What about Captain Berry?" asked the girl, doubtfully.
"He least of all," said Denham. "He doesn't know where I am, and if by
chance he does turn up, I'll keep him going till we can smuggle back
Lancaster to his hole."
So it was agreed, although Mildred was still anxious. It seemed risky
to her to take Frank from his safe hiding-place, and expose him to a
chance of capture. However, she implicitly trusted in Jarman, and went
back to tell Frank of the arrival of the negro.
"How is it you speak English so well?" Eustace asked Tamaroo.
"I was educated at a negro university," replied the man. "I am better
educated than many a man of your colour, sir. But later on I will tell
you my story. To-night I must relate what I know of his father to Mr.
Lancaster."
And so it came about. Leaving Natty and Tamaroo together, Eustace
repaired to the summer-house about nine o'clock, and found Frank
waiting for him in a state of subdued excitement. Mildred had told him
everything, and he needed no explanation. The night was particularly
dark, so the two men left the garden arm in arm. Mildred was walking
on the lawn and watched them go, and Mrs. Perth in the house kept Jane
employed lest she might learn too much.
In a few minutes Frank was in the Shanty and shaking hands with
Tamaroo. The old man was much affected at the sight of his master's
son.
"You are not at all like your father, sir," he said, "but like your
dear mother, Heaven bless her!"
"You knew my mother?"
"She died in my arms," said Tamaroo, quietly, and then took out his
bundle of papers.
Denham, Frank, and Eustace waited anxiously to hear how the old
negro would begin. Tamaroo untied the bundle and selected a long,
official-looking paper. "The will," he said. "By this, Mr. Frank, you
inherit close on a million if you are not hanged!"
"Hanged?" uttered all three in sheer astonishment.
"Hanged," repeated Tamaroo, "before the age of twenty-five."