It was dark when we passed through Exeter Parva. So far as we could
tell, there had been no pursuit; nevertheless I felt nervous and on
edge, remembering what titanic forces were arrayed against us.
The elms and oaks and chestnuts whispered among themselves as we
unloaded our gear and hauled it through the great iron-banded door to
stack it in the empty hall. I was standing in the doorway looking at
the dark groves and the moors beyond, when Marion touched my arm.
"Don't jump like that, boy! I only wanted to ask what you're gazing at
so fiercely."
"The trees. They're like so many ghosts ... darling, I feel as though
we'd walked into the dim and haunted past. This might be Glamis Castle
itself."
She seized my hand and for the first time in the whole adventure I knew
she was afraid. "I think it's a trap," she said. "Oh, Will, I can't
say anything to the others--after all, there's nowhere else to go--but
I don't like this place!"
"It's not what you'd call cheerful."
"It's a great box propped up with bait under it, and now that we've
walked under it, it's going to drop over us. Don't listen. I'm only
scared. That awful man, this afternoon, telling us their damnable plan
in that cool way--I feel like Peter Rabbit, nibbling on a cabbage leaf
while the farmer cocks his shotgun."
"Pass me one of those cabbage leaves, Pete," I said. "I'm hungry!"
Which set her giggling, and broke the evil spell.
Lugging our weapons and bags, we followed the Colonel up the big curved
staircase and down the dank passage to our old quarters. We lit a lamp
or two; the familiar furniture sprang out of darkness, and my gaze fell
first on the table to which the Tower musket had once been clamped.
That seemed half a century ago. I dropped my pig-stickers and rifles on
the table. "Let's hustle up some food."
"It's stacked in the next room," said the Colonel, who had been in
charge of our stores during the first residence here. "There's enough
for about three weeks."
"I'll get dinner," said Marion.
"I'll go down to the wine bins and bring up a few bottles," said
Johnson. Luckily, Geoff's ancestors had laid down a noble cellar full
of the finest potables.
* * * * *
We all began bustling around, Alec dusting, Marion clinking dishes in
our makeshift kitchen, the doctor arranging chairs about the table, the
Colonel and I stacking weapons against the walls, and Geoff lounging in
an armchair whistling a militant tune. We grew quite gay, laughing and
chattering, until old Johnson came in with his pale face grown chalky.
The Colonel saw him first.
"For God's sake, man, what is it?"
Johnson sat down heavily, by which sign I knew he was terribly upset,
for he would never sit when the rest of us were standing. He passed a
hand over his eyes. "I was going through the hall--downstairs, that
is--and suddenly I felt as though someone were observing me. You know
the sensation, sir?"
"Yes, yes."
"Well, I looked about, and saw nothing at first, so thinking it was
my nerves, I went on to the cellars. I chose two bottles of wine and
a good brandy--" he held them out and automatically I took them--"and
came up again. Just as I stepped through the entrance to the cellars,
I happened to glance toward the front door. There, looking in at me
through the dirty glass of the window beside it, was a face. I--I can't
tell you what a turn it gave me. The eyes seemed almost to glow, you
know, sir. It was horrible."
Into the silence that followed Geoff said, "We've had a ghost here for
ten generations, Johnson. The Stalking Man, they call him. I used to
see him frequently when I was a nipper. He's supposed to walk on the
south terrace between sundown and cock-crow."
Johnson stared wildly at him as though Geoff had sprouted two heads.
"No, no sir," he said. "This wasn't a man. It was a woman."
"What happened next?" barked the Colonel.
"Well, sir, I'm afraid I was so startled that I stepped back into the
entrance-way; and when I had conquered my aversion and returned, she
was gone. I didn't go and look out the window as I should. I fear I was
badly rattled. I came straight upstairs."
You might have sliced the apprehension in that room with a blunt knife.
Nobody moved, except to turn their heads to one another with widened
eyes. I wet my lips then.
"The barmaid from Exeter Parva," I said. "They've identified Geoff from
something he left behind, and sent the word down here to check on the
castle. It would occur to them at once, when they knew about Geoff,
that we might make for such a sanctuary. They've sent the word to that
fearful green-horned octopus, and it's hared out here to investigate.
We're pinpointed now, lads, like a covey of quail on an open marsh."
Colonel Bedford was holding a Mannlicher. He opened the bolt with a
snap. "Load up, my boys," he said. "Load 'em all up, and then let's
have some food. The condemned may as well eat a hearty meal."