COUNSEL TAKEN WITH MR. MEATH.
Anxious revelations were those which Ella Winter had to pour into the
ears of her lover! For he was by her side now, not to leave her for
long together again. The cloud, which during the last few months had
been lowering over her life, was lightened at last; the burdens which
had been growing too heavy for her to bear, were lifted now upon
shoulders stronger and more able to sustain them. Suspense and
distress lay around her still; but, compared with what had been, she
walked in sunshine, gladness in her eyes and in her heart, and Love's
sweet whispers in her ears.
Edward Conroy took up his quarters at the hotel in Nullington, whence
he walked over frequently to Heron Dyke. Mrs. Toynbee, back at the
Hall now, was not slow to perceive the state of affairs. She wrote to
her friend and patroness, Lady Dimsdale, that she was afraid she
should have to look out for another home before long: for, unless she
was much mistaken, Miss Winter was about to marry. The gentleman, she
was good enough to say, was a very pleasant, nice-mannered person,
named Conroy; but it seemed to her a great pity that Miss Winter had
not chosen someone more nearly her equal in the social scale.
The weather was mild and open for the time of year, and Conroy and
Ella were much out of doors. During these rambles, the conversation
often turned upon past affairs--and many a consultation took place as
to what could be done to bring to light all that still remained
doubtful and obscure.
There was so much of it--taken as a whole. So many points that
presented their own difficulties. The doubt as to whether Ella was the
legal inheritor of Heron Dyke; the disappearance of Katherine Keen,
and the superstition that arose out of it; the murder of the ill-fated
Hubert Stone, and the robbery of the jewels: all these were matters of
grave perplexity, upon which no light had yet been thrown.
Edward Conroy was puzzled by it all--just as Mr. Charles Plackett had
been. He seemed never to tire of questioning Ella on this point and on
that, and made notes sometimes of her answers: but he was none the
nearer seeing his way to any elucidation.
"Have you fully calculated what the result to yourself will be if it
is discovered that fraud has been at work?" he said to her one day,
when they had been speaking of what had happened at Heron Dyke during
her absence.
"Fully," replied Ella.
"Home, money, and lands--all will go from you."
"I know it. But would you have had me act otherwise than as I have
acted?--would you have had me keep the doubt to myself?"
"Not for worlds."
"I think--I think, Edward, you are as anxious to discover the truth as
I am."
"Quite as anxious."
"Although it be against your own interest. After all, it may be that
you will have a penniless wife, compared with the rich one you
expected."
"So much the better. She will owe all the more to me, and the world
cannot then say that I have married her for her fortune."
"As if you cared for anything the world might choose to say!"--and to
this remark Mr. Conroy slightly laughed in answer.
He had not been more than a day or two at Heron Dyke, when Miss Winter
put into his hands the malachite and gold sleeve-link which Betsy
Tucker had sent her by Mrs. Keen. Betsy was recovering slowly from her
illness; all danger was over.
"I should like to see the young woman, and question her," observed he,
turning the link about in his hand, as he examined it critically.
"There will be no difficulty," said Ella. "Betsy has been out for one
airing, and she can come here. Why do you look at the trinket so
attentively? Have you ever seen it before?"
"Never. But it is one of rather remarkable workmanship."
A fly brought Betsy Tucker to the Hall. There, in the presence of Mr.
Conroy, she was requested to point out the place, as nearly as she
could recollect it, where she had picked up the link. It was within a
few yards of the spot where Hubert Stone was found. The girl had
nothing more to tell, and sobbed out her contrition for her fault.
Miss Winter was everything that was kind; but Mr. Conroy, speaking
sternly, warned her not to disclose a word to anyone about the affair
or there was no telling what the consequences to herself might be. The
girl, with many tears, promised faithfully to keep the secret, and
seemed only too glad to be let off so easily.
The sleeve-link had not belonged, so far as could be ascertained, to
Hubert: whether it had, or had not, been the property of his
assailant, was another matter. If so, it must have been wrenched from
his sleeve during the scuffle; and, as Edward Conroy shrewdly
remarked, it proved that the assailant was a gentleman. No man in an
inferior station would be likely to wear such a link.
"I shall run up to town to-morrow," said Edward Conroy to Ella, when
the interview was over and they were alone.
"To town! For anything in particular?"
"Merely to put this malachite and gold trinket into certain hands," he
added. "If this link can be traced out to its owner, it may lead to
some discoveries."
Mr. Conroy accordingly went to London. This, it will be noted, was
within two or three days of his first arrival at Heron Dyke. He
returned from London the following day, having put matters, together
with the sleeve-stud, as he informed Miss Winter, into efficient
hands. Taking up his abode, as before, at Nullington, he passed a
considerable portion of his time at Heron Dyke.
Months before this, Conroy had heard tell of the strange disappearance
of Katherine Keen; but only now was he made aware that the Hall was
supposed to be haunted by her presence. He listened to the story of
how the two maids, whom Aaron Stone had afterwards discharged in
consequence, had positively asserted that they saw her looking down
upon them from the gallery; he heard the story of Mrs. Carlyon's
fright, and of Maria Kettle's strange experience not long ago. The
evidence, taken collectively, was too strong to be altogether ignored,
despite his inclination so to treat it.
"I wish the ghost would favour me with a visit!" he heartily
exclaimed. "I would do my best to put its unsubstantiality to the
proof."
"I know not which would be the worse: to find that Katherine is
in the Hall in the flesh--that she is not dead, as her poor sister
believes--or that the house is haunted by her spirit," breathed Miss
Winter in answer.
"Have you any objection to my exploring this north wing?" he inquired,
after a pause of thought.
"Not the least. I should be thankful for you to do so."
Mr. Conroy lost no time. That same afternoon he ascended to the north
wing; and did not come down until he had visited every nook and corner
of it. Room after room, passage after passage, closet after closet, he
examined, and satisfied himself that no person or thing was hidden in
them. Taking the precaution to lock the doors, he brought the keys
away with him.
"Troubled spirits never walk by daylight, I believe," remarked Mrs.
Toynbee to him. She had never relished the superstitious tales. "We
must look for them by dark, Mr. Conroy, if at all."
"That is just what I mean to do," replied Conroy.
And accordingly he took to rambling about the north wing in the dusk
of evening, in the hope that, one time or another, he should encounter
the supposed ghost. He would sit for half an hour at a time, silent
and immovable, in the darkest corner of the gallery, with no company
but the mice busy at work behind the wainscot. "I may have to wait for
weeks," he said to Ella, "but if there be any ghost at all, I shall be
sure to see it by-and-by."
One evening when dusk was creeping on, a certain Mr. Meath arrived at
the Hall, a telegram to Conroy having given previous notice that he
might be expected; and he was at once admitted.
The stranger was the chief of a well-known inquiry-office in London:
it was to him that Conroy had confided the sleeve-link. He was a tall,
lanky, angular-boned man of sixty, with dyed hair and a slow,
deferential smile. He always dressed in black, as being the most
becoming wear for a gentleman, and that he invariably looked the
latter Mr. Meath was fully persuaded; whereas he had in fact more of
the air of a prosperous undertaker than of anything else. In his
peculiar profession he was known to be a shrewd and practised man.
He was shown into one of the smaller drawing-rooms. No sooner had
Edward Conroy entered it and sat down, than Mr. Meath arose and
satisfied himself that the door was really shut, and that no one was
hidden behind the curtains.
"Excuse these little precautions, sir," he said with his deferential
smile, "but I have more than once had occasion to prove the value of
them."
"Oh, no doubt. Your telegram stated that you had some news for me, Mr.
Meath," added Conroy.
"I have some news for you, sir--news which may prove of importance.
Before proceeding any further in the matter, I thought it would be as
well to let you know the result already arrived at, and take your
instructions with regard to future proceedings."
Hitching his chair nearer the table, Mr. Meath drew forth a little box
from one of his pockets. "Here is the sleeve-link," he said, as he
opened the box. "You have doubtless observed, sir, that it is of
rather a curious and uncommon pattern?"
"Yes. If you remember I said so when I saw you in town."
"On examining this under a powerful glass," continued Mr. Meath, "I
presently detected what I felt nearly sure could be nothing less than
the private mark of the firm that had manufactured it. I took the link
to the foreman of a large firm of jewellers with whom I had had some
transactions previously, and he at once confirmed my view. 'There
could be no doubt it was the manufacturer's mark,' he said. The
question was--who were the manufacturers?"
"He did not know."
"He did not know, sir. But he thought he might be able to find out, if
I would leave the link with him for a couple of days. Which I agreed
to."
"And did he?" asked Mr. Conroy.
The private-inquiry officer solemnly nodded.
"At the end of the couple of days he sent for me, sir, and told me he
had discovered the private mark to be that of Messrs. Wooler and
Wooler, of Piccadilly. An eminent firm--as perhaps you know, Mr.
Conroy."
"I have heard the name."
"To Messrs. Wooler I accordingly went, disclosed as much of the affair
to them as was necessary, and stated what I wanted to know. They were
most obliging, and at once promised to consult their books. Yesterday
they sent for me. They had found from their books that the sleeve-link
I now hold in my hand was one of a pair which, together with various
other articles of which they were good enough to furnish me with a
list and description, had been supplied by them about four years ago
to a certain Major Piper, then living at Cheltenham. May I ask you,
sir, whether you happen to be acquainted with any such gentleman; or
whether he is known in this neighbourhood?" concluded the speaker,
after making a brief pause.
"I am not. And I cannot tell you whether he is known in the
neighbourhood: I am nearly a stranger to it myself. But I can inquire
of the ladies here," added Conroy, rising to quit the room.
He returned, saying that Miss Winter did not know anyone of the name.
Mrs. Toynbee did. She had met a Major Piper once or twice in society,
but not lately; and she believed him to be a highly respectable man.
"I have the Major's address at Cheltenham in my pocket-book," said
Meath; "or rather what was his address four years ago. It is quite
possible that he may have gone away from the town, or have died in the
interim.
"Very possible indeed," answered Conroy.
"It rests with you to decide whether you think it worth while to
proceed any farther in the case. If this Major Piper be still at
Cheltenham, there will not be any difficulty in finding him: if he is
not, there may be, especially should it turn out that he is what we
call a shady individual. Difficulty, and also expense."
"Having gone so far, I certainly think we ought to go farther,"
answered Conroy. "Are you not of that opinion yourself?"
"I am, sir: but, as I say, it is for you to decide. We have got hold
of a clue of some sort. Whether it will lead us up to what we want to
know, time and perseverance only can prove."
"I certainly think Major Piper ought to be found. As to expense, I
gave you carte-blanche for that when I was in London."
"Then I will proceed in the matter without delay," said Mr. Meath,
rising. "And I hope, sir, I shall shortly have something further to
report to you."
"You will take something before you go away," said Conroy, ringing the
bell.
Putting down the hat he had taken up, Mr. Meath acknowledged that he
would be glad of something. A tray of refreshments was brought in; and
presently he had departed as silently as he had come.
A few days elapsed, during a portion of which Edward Conroy was away
upon his own affairs. Close upon his return, Mr. Meath again made his
way to Heron Dyke, calling, as before, in the dusk of the evening.
Miss Winter had grown anxious as to the result of the inquiries, and
she told Edward Conroy that she should like to be present during the
interview, if there were no objection.
There was no objection, Conroy said, and took her into the room with
him. They all sat down together.
"I have been more successful than I ventured to anticipate," began Mr.
Meath, in his slow way--which Edward Conroy somewhat impatiently
interrupted.
"Then you have found Major Piper?"
"I have found Major Piper, sir: I had very little difficulty in
finding him. He is not at Cheltenham now; he is at Bath; though
Cheltenham is his general place of residence. Major Piper is a retired
Indian officer, well known and respected."
And the account of the interview may possibly read less complicated if
related as it took place, instead of as repeated by Mr. Meath.
He saw Major Piper at his lodgings at Bath: a little man, who had one
of his gouty feet swathed in flannel. Mr. Meath disclosed his
business, and put the malachite and gold sleeve-link into his hands.
The Major recognised it at once, and smiled with pleasure.
"Ah," said he, "I don't forget this. It formed one out of a dozen, or
so, small articles of value which disappeared from my dressing-case at
Cheltenham under mysterious circumstances. It was about--yes--about
four years ago. I had bought the jewellery in London, intending it as
a present to my nephew on his twenty-first birthday. However, the very
evening before it was to have been sent off, the things disappeared
from my dressing-case."
"Had you any suspicions as to who could have taken them?" inquired Mr.
Meath.
"No, I was utterly nonplussed: and am so still when I think of it,"
answered the Major. "I had some friends that night at my rooms, just
enough to make up a couple of rubbers, all gentlemen of position who
were more or less known to me. Early in the evening, when telling them
what I had bought for my nephew, my man Tompkins brought in the
dressing-case at my desire, and passed round the jewellery for the
different guests to look at. After that, Tompkins took it away and put
it back where he had found it--in one of the deep drawers in my
dressing-table, but without locking it up; not, indeed, seeing any
necessity for doing so. He----"
"I presume, sir, your man was trustworthy?" interrupted the listener.
"Perfectly so. Tompkins had been with me for years in India, and is
with me still. The loss troubled him, I think, more than it troubled
me. Not, of course, that I cared to lose the things!"
"Did any of the gentlemen enter your dressing-room during the
evening?"
"Dear me, yes. It adjoined the sitting-room, and some of them were in
and out. Candles were alight in it. Well, the next day, when the small
case of jewellery came to be looked for, it was nowhere to be found;
nor, so far as I am aware, has anything been heard of it from that day
to this."
"Sir," said Mr. Meath, "was it possible that any person could have had
access to your dressing-room in the course of the evening, while you
and your visitors were busy at the card-table?"
"No, that could not be," answered Major Piper. "To get access to the
dressing-room, they must have passed through the room where we sat, or
else through a little anteroom on the other side of the dressing-room,
and Tompkins sat in the ante-room the whole evening long."
"Did you put the matter into the hands of the police?" inquired Mr.
Meath.
"I had it inquired into privately by the police," replied the Major,
"but I would not allow it to be made public. On the one hand it was
impossible for me to suspect my servant; while on the other I did not
choose to have it thought that I suspected any of my guests. It was a
most disagreeable affair, and worried me a good deal at the time. I
was always hoping that something might turn up; but I suppose it has
grown too late in the day to expect it now."
"I don't know that," said Mr. Meath. "This sleeve-link may prove the
connecting link between your robbery and the still darker crime
recently enacted at Heron Dyke: that is, it may lead to the discovery
of both perpetrators, who may prove to have been one and the same man.
Will you, sir, oblige me with the names of the gentlemen, so far as
your memory serves, who made up your card-party on the night of the
loss?"
"There can be no objection to my doing that," said the Major; "and I
hope with all my heart it may prove of use to you. I can tell you
every name, for the night and its doings lie with unfaded impression
on my memory."
Mr. Meath took down the names from his dictation, as well as the
date when the robbery occurred. They all appeared to be men of
standing--most of them of undeniable connections.
"Two of them, Dr. Backhouse and my old comrade, Sir Marcus Gunn, are
dead," remarked the Major. "Of the others, two are living in
Cheltenham; one lives abroad, attaché to an embassy; and one or two
have passed out of my knowledge. They may be living anywhere: the
world is wide."
"Will you point out those one or two to me?" asked Mr. Meath--and
Major Piper did so.
Such was the substance of the narrative Mr. Meath had now to relate at
Heron Dyke.
"I have brought the list of names with me," he added to Mr. Conroy,
when he finished. "Perhaps, sir, you and this lady will be good enough
to look at it, and to tell me whether any one of the gentlemen is
known in this neighbourhood."
Edward Conroy took the paper handed to him, and ran his eyes over the
list, but without the least expectation of finding on it any name that
he should recognise. Mr. Meath watched him with a kind of suppressed
eagerness.
"'Admiral Tamberlin,'" read out Conroy, in a muttered tone, "'Doctor
Backhouse, Sir Gunton Cleeve----'" and, before speaking the next name,
he came to a dead standstill. Mr. Meath, the suppressed eagerness
still in his eyes, smiled grimly to himself when he saw Conroy's start
of surprise.
For a moment Conroy stared at the name, which he had not yet spoken,
in speechless amazement. Then, recovering himself, he passed the paper
to Miss Winter without a word, simply pointing with his forefinger to
the name.
"Oh, impossible!" exclaimed Ella, her tone full of fright, her face
turning white as death.
"Madam," interposed Mr. Meath, detecting her emotion, "it does
not follow that because a gentleman may have been wearing these
sleeve-links now, he was the one to steal them from Major Piper. The
thief may have sold them, and he bought them legitimately."
"But see you not, sir," cried Ella, grasping the case mentally, "that
if this gentleman made one of the Major's guests that evening, and it
was he who lost the link in the struggle here with Hubert Stone----"
She paused, unable to continue. Mr. Meath slowly nodded his head.
"Yes, madam, I see the difficulties--if this gentleman is indeed known
here----"
"Known here! why, he lives here," interrupted Ella. "Oh, Edward, it
cannot, cannot be!"
"My dear, you go to Mrs. Toynbee," whispered her lover. "Say nothing
to her. Leave me to deal with this."
"But, Edward--surely you will not accuse him!" she cried aloud.
"Of course I will not. It may be that this dreadful suspicion can be
cleared away. Mr. Meath"--looking at that able man--"must make it his
business to ascertain first of all, if he can, whether grounds for
accusing him exist."
And, opening the door for her to pass out, Conroy resumed his seat at
the table.
Again Mr. Meath left the Hall as quietly as he had entered it. Edward
Conroy joined the ladies, and found that not a word had been spoken to
Mrs. Toynbee. He stayed to dine with them.
The winter afternoon had deepened to a still, close evening, when Mr.
Conroy once more took his way to the north wing--for his watchings
there had not ceased--before quitting the Hall for the night. The
incident of the afternoon had disturbed him greatly, while Miss Winter
felt thoroughly upset. His thoughts were bent upon it as he passed
silently through the passages: of Katherine Keen this night he never
once thought. Perambulating the still and deserted corridors, his mind
utterly preoccupied, he came last of all to the gallery. He knew every
nook and corner of the wing by this time, and could find his way about
it in the dark almost as readily as by daylight. In one corner of the
gallery was an old oak chair, and on this he now sat down, almost
without being aware of what he did. Meath's news was working in his
brain, bringing him disquiet and perplexity.
He might have sat for five minutes or for twenty, he could not tell
which afterwards, when the deathlike silence that brooded over the
place was suddenly broken. All at once a low, sweet, wailing voice
spoke through the darkness--a woman's voice, with tears in it: "Oh!
why don't you come to me? How much longer must I wait?"
Only those few words, and then utter silence again. Conroy started to
his feet with an exclamation of surprise. He had been so immersed in
his sombre meditations, he was so utterly taken unawares, that he was
altogether at a loss to know from which direction the voice had come,
whether from the right hand or the left, whether from above or below.
He stood without moving for what seemed to him a number of minutes,
hoping to hear the voice again, or the sound of footsteps, or some
other token of a living presence; but in vain he listened. He heard a
far-away door clash faintly in another wing of the house, but nothing
more. He was alone with the silence and the darkness.
By-and-by, when convinced that his remaining there longer would be
useless, he went slowly down the dark, shallow stairs which led below.
It would never do to tell Ella in what manner he had been disturbed.
She had enough of other troubles to occupy her thoughts at present.
None the less was Edward Conroy determined to fathom the mystery of
the north wing; if it were possible for man to do so.