There was another pause, as if each of the other three waited for his
companions to begin.
"James has spoken very well," said the owner of the hands which Chester
could see playing about his breast; and as he uttered these words he too
sank into a chair, and the ray of light struck across his face for a
brief space, one, though, sufficiently long for Chester to recognise the
features of the quaint old bookworm upon whom he had called during his
search for the house which had been the scene of such strange
adventures.
"Uncle!" he thought to himself, as the old man went on--
"It seems to me that we have nothing to fear. It is our own secret.
What do you say, Dennis, my dear boy?"
"It looks all right, curse it!" said the young man, slowly. "I can't
see how anyone can find it out. All we have to do is to go on as we
have before--take care that everything is kept dark. What do you think,
Rob, old man?"
"Think?" cried the latter, sharply; and as he spoke Chester felt a
quiver of excitement run through her whom he clasped. "I think it is
impossible to keep such a thing as this is quiet. Say what you like--
that it was in your own defence you fired, there are the men's pistols
to prove it lying with their burgling tools; say that they were
surprised in the act--the marks on the iron door and their false keys
will speak for that--but we can't go on with it in the way you propose;
the police must be called in."
"You cursed fool!" snarled James Clareborough. "Bah! you always were an
idiot and a hindrance to our enterprise. You could spend your share
readily enough, but you were always like a log to drag at our heels."
"My dear boy!" cried the old professor, quickly, "hush, please; there
must be no quarrelling now; we have too much at stake."
"Yes, hang it all, Jem! do keep that vitriol tongue of yours quiet,"
cried Dennis.
"Who is to keep quiet when he listens to such idiotic drivel? Bring the
police in--set their detectives to examine the iron safe that they were
trying to force--to look at the jewels and plate stored up inside.
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" he laughed discordantly. "Has Rob any brains at all?"
"Yes, yes; he spoke without thinking," said the old man, eagerly. "Rob,
my dear lad, you see it is impossible."
"Yes, Rob, old man, don't you see?" growled Dennis. "You can't say to
the hounds of the law, `You must stop your scent here.' Why, it would,
as they say, be blowing the whole gaff."
"Well, let it," cried Robert, bitterly; "let them find it out. I'm sick
of it all, and have been for years."
"Then you must get well again," said James Clareborough, fiercely.
"Yes, yes, he is upset," said the old man, quickly. "Robert's never
been himself since you fired at him, Jem. It was a mad act on your
part; but there, there! don't let's open old sores. Let me speak. Rob,
my dear boy, this is not a position in which a man can study self. We
are all linked together in this business, and the one who talks of
throwing it up talks of throwing his partners over. Think, my lad, of
what it means. You cannot draw back. It is impossible. This is a most
unhappy business, but the poor wretches brought their fate upon
themselves. They have fallen in our battle of life, and there is that
something to be done for all our sakes--our wives' and your sister's
sake. They must not know of this."
"That's right, uncle; that's right," growled Dennis. "Come, Rob, old
man, you must feel that this is good sound sense."
"Yes," said Rob, with a groan; "I suppose it is. There, uncle, go on."
"Yes, yes, my dear boy," cried the old man. "Well, here is our
position, to finish up what Jem has said. It would be easier and better
for us if we could call in the police and go through the inquest, but
you know it is impossible. Now then, has either of you anything to
propose over what must be done at once?"
There was utter silence, and Chester, as he stood there with a cold
perspiration making his hair cling to his temples, wondered that those
present did not detect the beating of his and his companion's hearts.
"No one speaks," said the old man, quietly; "well then, the old inventor
has to come to the front again, as he always has since we held the first
meeting, and had to look starvation in the face. Hark ye here, boys,"
he continued in a low, deep whisper; "I have turned it all over in my
mind, and there is only one thing to be done. I am not going to be
troubled about the disposal of what is, after all--speaking as a
chemist--so much matter which has to be resolved rapidly into its
primary constituents. There is the far cellar beneath the other house;
we must dig there. Then a few bags of cement, and a carboy of acid,
etcetera, and the matter is at an end."
Dennis drew a deep breath, and a low, hissing sound arose, which Chester
felt must have come from between Robert Clareborough's teeth.
"Well, have I spoken rightly?" said the old man.
"Yes, that's right," said James Clareborough.
"You others are silent, but of course you acquiesce. You must keep the
women down at The Towers, or take them to the Riviera for a month, and
your aunt will know nothing more. There, the administrative has spoken;
it is for the executive to go to work."
"The executive has done its work," said James Clareborough, sharply,
"while you two stood behind a door and listened."
Chester felt a spasm run through Marion as these words were spoken.
"Well, well," said the old man; "you two are young and strong, and have
steady hands. I do not wish to hang back from anything for ensuring the
safety and prosperity of all. Robert, my boy, my muscles are not what
they were; I shall be obliged to ask you to help me."
Another spasm ran through Marion, and Chester, as they stood there in
the darkness, felt her crane forward as if to hear her brother's answer.
It came on the instant, in sharp, fierce tones,--"No, uncle. I wash my
hands of it all. I cannot help what has passed, and I will be silent
for the benefit of all, but help further in this--no, I would sooner
die!"
"What!" cried James Clareborough, savagely. "Curse you, then, die, and
rid us of our miserable clog. Look here, all of you--I will not stand
by and let him sneak out of the business in this cursed cowardly way.
You, Rob--you have got to help the old man over this, or--"
"Or what?" cried Rob, as fiercely. Marion made a movement as if to rush
to her brother's help, but Chester tightened his grasp.
"My dear Jem! My dear Rob! for Heaven's sake!" cried the professor,
interposing.
"You hold your tongue, old man," cried James Clareborough, springing up;
"I've had enough of this. For a year past now I've had to put up with
his cursed objections, and hanging back from nearly everything, like the
coward he is, and I'll have no more of it. Paddy and I have done our
bit of work to save the family from utter ruin and destruction, and now
he is asked to help you in necessary work he begins to ride the high
horse and dictate. I say he shall help you, and at once, or, if I hang
for it, I'll make him."
"You make me, you cowardly, treacherous beast!" cried Robert, fiercely.
"I defy you to. You two know that our quarrel has not been on account
of my shrinking from the work. I always hated it, but I have still done
my part. Why did he fire at me that night but because I struck him down
for his cowardly, brutal insults to my poor sister, whose honour ought
to have been sacred and the object of his defence?"
"You miserable hound!" growled James Clareborough. "Go with the old man
at once, or you sha'n't live another day!"
"Go yourself, beast, and keep your hand from that pistol, or I'll fire,
I swear!"
The utter silence in the room after these words were spoken was broken
by the sharp clicking of two pistols, and half stunned for the moment,
as he listened for the reports, Chester, recalling what must have
happened on the night when he was first called in, threw himself before
Marion to screen her from any bullet which might come there.
The act necessitated the loosening of his grasp, and with a wild cry
Marion sprang from him, to rush in the direction of her brother's voice.
"The door!" shouted the professor, and it was banged to and bolted by
Dennis, as the old man sprang to his side, touched the stud, and the
room was suffused with the soft electric light, showing the two
adversaries, not a couple of yards apart, and Marion clinging to her
brother's arm, Chester just behind.
James Clareborough burst into a yell of mocking laughter.
"Picture--tableau--curtain!" he roared. "End of Act the Second,
gentlemen. Loud cries for author and heroine. A success--a success!
Marion, my charming, sweet, chaste, innocent cousin, I congratulate you.
Beautifully done. Doctor, I salute you. Brave, honourable, noble,
frank, winner of the heroine's love--what a happy combination of
gallantry and business! I presume that, vulture-like, you scented
carrion, and came for another job; but sweet, innocent Marion here was
premature. Marion, beloved one; caught here in the dark! Oh, fie!"
"Curse you! hold your mocking tongue!" cried Robert, fiercely. "You,
Chester, how came you here?"
"Ha-ha-ha!" cried James Clareborough, "what a question! Our sweet
Marion."
"Hound! Speak of my sister in that way again, and I'll fire."
"Bah!" retorted his cousin, contemptuously, and, without heeding him, he
turned to Chester, covered him with his pistol, and in a low, fierce
growl bade him sit down in the nearest chair.
Chester did not stir.
"Once more, you meddling idiot, sit down!" cried James Clareborough,
menacingly, and Marion sprang from her brother's side to stand between
them.
"Very well, I can wait. Now, all of you, our plans are known. Like a
set of idiots, we have sat smoking and babbling before this fool, who
could not be content with his last visit, but must intrude again, play
the spy, and suffer for his knowledge. Uncle--Dennis, my lad, you agree
with me?"
No one spoke, but the three others stood gazing fiercely at the
interloper.
"Now, Rob," continued James Clareborough, "our quarrels can keep. Act
the man. You see how we stand--you know what is at stake for all. Dr
Chester, you are our prisoner again. Now--quick!"
Pistol in hand, he took a step forward, the others following his
example, and Chester sprang towards the fireplace to seize the poker,
while Marion tried to throw herself between him and his enemies.
The efforts of both were in vain. The professor baulked the brave
woman's effort. He swung her lightly towards the window and joined the
others, who, in spite of a brave struggle, easily mastered Chester and
got him down, after they had swayed here and there close by the locked
door.
"Now," said James Clareborough, pistol in hand, as Dennis knelt upon the
prostrate man's chest, Robert and the professor each holding an arm.
"You will lie still, doctor, or you will force me to prescribe. You see
that the situation is critical--Ha! Marion! Come away!"
He pointed his weapon at the window, but Marion did not stir. She had
sprung to it while they were occupied with their prisoner, swung open
the heavy shutters, and the window had yielded silently, leaving the
room open to the street. Then she had reached out, holding on by the
lower bar of the sash, but turned her head to look back.
"Now," she cried wildly, "fire if you dare! Fred Chester! Here. Rob,
help him, for my sake. Ah! keep back, or I shriek for the police."