Pete arrived in the evening when it was getting dark, and after a meal,
which they ate together, Foster moved his chair back from the table and
sat opposite his companions. A lamp was burning and the red glow from
the peat fire fell on their rough clothing and quiet brown faces as
they waited for him to speak. He admitted that what he was about to do
was rash. He had no logical reason for trusting these people and
perhaps no right to involve them in his difficulties, while the
sensible course would be to put the matter in the hands of the police.
But this was a course he did not mean to take.
"I sent for you because I want your help and I'm willing to pay for it
well," he said to Pete.
"Just that!" Pete answered quietly. "In an ordinar' way, I'm no' verra
particular, but before I take the money I'd like to ken how it's to be
earned."
"As a matter of fact, you won't get all of it until it is earned and I
see how much the job is worth. In the meantime, you can judge, and if
necessary go to the police."
Pete grinned. "They're no' the kin' o' gentry I hae mony dealings
with."
"What for are ye hiding frae them?" the woman asked.
Foster saw the others' eyes were fixed on him and he must, to some
extent, satisfy their curiosity. He did not think he could have
convinced conventional Englishmen, or perhaps Canadians, but these
Scots were different. They were certainly not less shrewd than the
others, but while sternly practical in many ways they had imagination;
moreover, they were descendants of the Border cattle-thieves.
"I'm not really hiding from the police, but from people who have better
grounds for fearing them. I owe nobody anything and, so far as I know,
have done nobody wrong."
There was silence for a moment or two and he recognized that his
statement was very incomplete, but somehow thought the others did not
discredit it.
"If I could tell you the whole story, I would, but that's impossible
just now," he resumed. "Other people, honorable, upright people, are
involved. Of course, the thing looks suspicious, and you know nothing
about me, but what I mean to do is not against the law."
They were silent yet, but after a few moments Foster saw his host
glance at the woman.
"What is it ye mean to do?" she asked.
"I'm going to Newcastle to try to get some information and papers that
will help me to save a friend from serious trouble. That's my first
object, but I hope to find out something about a crime in Canada, by
which another friend of mine suffered terribly. I may have to steal
the papers, and if I get them, expect I shall have to deal with a gang
of dangerous men, who will try to take them back. That's why I want
Pete; but he'll probably find it a risky business."
Foster waited anxiously for a reply. He was not justified in expecting
it to be favorable, but he did so. The woman seemed to ponder, but
presently turned to Pete.
"Ye had better gang."
Pete laughed, a reckless laugh that hinted at a love of excitement and
danger.
"Aye," he said, "that's what I was thinking!"
After this the matter was soon arranged, and next morning Foster and
Pete set off. They went south by hill-tracks, for Foster meant to
visit the Garth, but preferred to arrive when dusk was falling. He did
not want his visit to be marked, but must see Alice before he embarked
upon his new adventure.
The sun was setting behind the moors when they came down the waterside,
and leaving Pete in the gloom of the fir wood, he walked through a
shrubbery to the house. He had seen nothing to indicate that he was
watched and could trust Pete to see that nobody followed him from the
road, but he meant to take precautions and did not want to meet
Featherstone. When he left the shrubbery he had only a few yards of
open lawn to cross and the light was dim beside the house, but he kept
off the graveled terrace until he was abreast of the door. He was now
faced by a difficulty, but must leave something to chance and felt
relieved when John answered his quiet knock. The man showed no
surprise at seeing him.
"Mr. Featherstone is out, sir, and Mrs. Featherstone occupied, but Miss
Featherstone is at home," he said.
"Will you ask her if she can meet me for a few minutes in the orchard?"
"Very good, sir; I will take your message."
Foster turned away. He had given John no hint to keep his visit
secret, because this would be useless. If the old fellow thought it
his duty to tell his master, he would do so; if not, one could trust to
his discretion. Entering the orchard by an arch in a mossy wall, he
waited where a soft light shone into it from the west. Outside the
arch, the smooth sweep of lawn ran back into deepening shadow and the
bare trees behind it rose, sharp and black, against the sky. Above
there was a heavy bank of gray-blue clouds.
Then his heart began to beat as Alice appeared in the arch. Her figure
was silhouetted against the light and he noted how finely she held
herself and moved. Still he could not see her face and waited with
some uneasiness until she advanced and gave him her hand.
"I hoped you would come," he said. "But I was half afraid----"
Alice smiled and as she turned her head the fading glow touched her
face. It gave no hint of resentment or surprise.
"That I would not come?" she suggested. "After all, I really think men
are more conventional than we are. But why did you not let John bring
you in?"
"When I was last here, I noted a change in your father's manner. That
is one reason, though there are others. Then I must go in two or three
minutes."
Alice looked at him steadily and he knew that frankness was best.
"You mean you thought he had lost his confidence in you?"
"I was afraid he might find it getting strained. He seemed disturbed."
"He is disturbed," Alice said quietly. "We have heard nothing from my
brother yet."
"One can sympathize with you, but I don't think you have much ground
for uneasiness. Lawrence was told he must be careful, but that was
all, and there's no likelihood of his health's suddenly breaking down.
Then I understand he was rather irregular about writing home; he forgot
now and then."
"He did forget," Alice agreed and fixed her eyes on Foster while a
slight flush crept into her face. "Perhaps I had better say I do not
altogether share my father's anxiety."
Foster felt a thrill, for he thought she meant she had not lost her
confidence in him.
"I'd like to go back and look for Lawrence, but can't do so yet," he
said. "For one thing, it might put Daly on his track and it's now
important that he shouldn't meet Lawrence in Canada. There have been
developments; in fact, I have come to think Daly had something to do
with sending the packet I took to Newcastle."
"Then Miss Austin was in the plot against my brother and made use of
you?"
"No; she certainly made use of me, but I imagine others made use of
her. There is a plot, but I don't relieve she knew anything about it."
"I suppose you feel you must defend the girl?"
"In a way," Foster agreed. "Carmen Austin is a friend of mine; but I'm
not sure she really needs defending. Anyhow, if I'd known what was in
the packet, I wouldn't have taken it."
"Then you have found out what was in it?"
"I have a suspicion. I'm going to see how far it's justified, and if
I'm fortunate, rather think the people who sent me to Newcastle will be
sorry."
Alice said nothing for a few moments, but he thought she grasped the
significance of his hint that he was willing to spoil the plans of
Carmen's friends. He did not know if this gave her any satisfaction,
but did not expect her to show her feelings.
"Can you tell me anything more?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "I feel I ought to tell somebody, because it may turn
out rather a serious undertaking. One reason for choosing you is that
it's a complicated and unlikely tale."
"And you thought I would believe where others might doubt?"
Foster bowed. "I did hope something of the kind. I don't know if I
was too venturesome. But if you'll listen----"
She gave him a curious look and he began by telling her of the tragedy
at the Hulton mill and Lawrence's meeting the supposititious watchman.
Then he related how he had been tracked through the hills, and
explained the conclusions he had arrived at when the light first dawned
on him as he puzzled out the matter by the peat stack. She said
nothing until he finished, but he thought she looked somewhat moved.
"But wouldn't it be better to leave the thing to the police?" she asked.
"No," said Foster, smiling. "To begin with, they might suspect me; one
understands they're not very credulous people and it would take some
time to prove my statements. Then, if they weren't very careful,
they'd frighten the Newcastle man away, while I might, so to speak,
catch him off his guard."
"It sounds plausible; but I think you have a better reason."
"If I have, it's to some extent temperamental; a natural reaction after
leading a sober life," Foster said humorously. "There's a charm in
trying to do something that's really beyond your mark and ought to be
left to somebody else."
"It's possible; but I'm not satisfied yet."
Foster hesitated. "After all, it might be better to keep the police
off Daly's track until I've seen him. He might make trouble for
Lawrence if he was arrested, but I don't think this counts for much.
You would be nearer the mark if you took it for granted that I'm
naturally rash and can't resist a chance of adventure."
They had walked round the orchard, and reached the arch again, but
Alice stopped.
"So it seems," she said in a quiet voice that nevertheless gave a
Foster a thrill. "The charm of rashness is a favorite subject of
yours."
"It's better that your friends should understand you," Foster replied
modestly.
"One must admit that you live up to the character you give yourself.
First you plunged into difficulties to keep a promise you should not
have made, then you undertook to baffle a dangerous man because your
partner needed help, and now I think you are going to face a very
serious risk."
Foster, who felt embarrassed, said nothing, and Alice gave him her hand.
"I am glad you have been frank with me, and if my wish can bring you
good fortune, it will be yours. You will do your best, I know; but be
careful and come back safe!"
Foster had kissed her hand on another occasion, but durst not do so
now. He was conscious of a keen emotional stirring and thought the
girl felt some strain. There was a hint of suppressed feeling in her
voice that sapped his self-control, and he thought it was because she
trusted and liked him her manner had a certain touch of pride.
"After all, I don't think I run much risk," he answered. "But if there
was a risk, it would be well worth while."
It was nearly dark, but he thought he saw some color in her face.
"Good luck! But wait in the road for a minute or two," she said and
turned away.
He watched her cross the lawn until her figure faded into the gloom,
after which he went back to the gate and waited until John came up with
a small packet.
"Miss Featherstone sends you this, sir, but hopes you won't open it
until you are in the train."
Foster thanked him and went back with Pete up the waterside. The air
was keen and a light mist hung about the rough track that took them to
the moors. There was a beat of wings as a flock of wild duck passed
overhead when they skirted a reedy pool, and once or twice the wild cry
of a curlew came out of the dark. Except for this, the moor was silent
and desolate, but Foster felt a strange poignant elation as he stumbled
among the ruts and splashed across boggy grass. They walked for two or
three hours and he was muddy and rather wet when the lights of a small
station began to twinkle in the gloom ahead.
Half an hour later they caught a train to Hexham, and Foster, who sent
Pete to a smoking compartment, was alone when he opened the packet John
had brought. Then the blood rushed to his face and his heart beat, for
when he unfolded the thin paper he saw a small white glove.
Remembering how they had once talked about Border chivalry, he knew
what Alice meant. She believed his tale and knew the risks he ran, and
had sent him her glove that he might carry it as her badge. He folded
the piece of delicate kid carefully and put it in a pocket where it
rested upon his heart.
"After this, I've got to put my job over, whatever it costs," he said.