THE SEARCH FOR MARGERY--THE SLIPPER--THE VAULT--TOM AND CHARLEY
DISAPPEAR.
Captain Askew was a man of action, and, while the search for Margery was
being carried on in the Tower, he hurried down to the hamlet, to
ascertain if she had been seen by any one there, or if any one could
give him any clue by which to trace her. He went, in the first place,
to Dick Herring's cottage, for though of late Dick had always met him
with a sulky, surly expression on his countenance, they were once good
friends, and he thought that under the present circumstances the heart
of even the rough smuggler would be softened; but Dick was away, and
Susan, his wife, said that she did not know when he would return--she
never did know. Their daughter Polly, whom he met bringing in a bucket
of fresh water from the neighbouring spring, also said that she had not
seen Miss Margery, though the captain fancied that there was an odd
expression on her countenance when she spoke. He therefore
cross-questioned her, but not a word to show that she could even guess
what had become of Margery could he elicit. He next went to Molly
Scuttle's cottage, but the old woman could give him no information; she
could only suggest that the ghosts must to a certainty have had
something to do with it. When he replied that he did not believe in
such things, she answered that they had evidently carried off his
daughter to punish him for his incredulity, and to prove their existence
to him. He hurried round from cottage to cottage, but the people only
opened their eyes and mouths wide with astonishment, and gave him no
information likely to be of the slightest use. Disappointed, he
returned to the Tower. There the search had continued with unabated
diligence; Tom had made a discovery, but it seemed doubtful to what it
would lead. He had found one of the little girl's slippers in the dark
passage on the ground-floor, near the spot where he had fancied that he
had seen the light and heard the groan on the memorable night when the
pretended ghosts had appeared. How it had come there, however, was the
question. He carried it to Becky to consult with her on the subject.
It was not likely to have been dropped by Margery, because had she been
walking she would naturally have stopped to put it on again. Indeed it
was absurd to suppose that she had run away of her own free will; it
therefore seemed most probable that she had been carried along by some
one, and that her slipper had fallen off unobserved. Still the
questions, how those who had committed the outrage had got into the
house, and how they had got out again, remained unanswered. Becky could
solve neither. She was of opinion, "though she would not like to tell
the captain or the missus, that the ghosteses had done it, and that they
hadn't got in by either of the doors or windows, but somehow or other
out of the ground, for that's where them things, I have heard say,
always comes from; but it's dreadful to think that poor, dear, sweet
Miss Margery should have been carried off into such a place as they
lives in," she observed to Tom in a low voice.
"That's all nonsense, Becky," responded Tom. "The captain says as how
there's no such things as ghosteses, and therefore it's my belief that
there isn't; besides, don't you know that this here old Tower stands on
the solid rock? Why there isn't an inch of ground all round it, into
which I could run a spade if I tried ever so much, and I should like to
see the ghost who could work his way through that: it's all very well
for them as is put under the soft black mould of a churchyard, of
course, if they has a mind to take a turn or two about the world at
midnight, there'd be nothing to prevent them that I sees, except that
the captain says it's impossible."
"Oh, dear! Tom, don't go on to talk in that way; it makes me all over
in a cold shiver to think what has become of poor dear Miss Margery."
Neither Tom nor Becky were possessed of any education of the most
ordinary sort, so they may be excused talking the nonsense to which it
must be confessed they gave utterance on the subject. Poor Mrs Askew
was bewildered with grief and dismay and anxiety as to what had become
of her beloved child. Charley could not believe that Margery would be
guilty of any foolish act, yet when he remembered her conversation in
the morning with Stephen about going to look for her brother in the
South Seas, and her indignation on finding that he would not go, he
thought it just possible that she might have set off by herself with
some wild scheme of the sort in her head; and yet such a proceeding was
so unlike herself that he dismissed the idea as soon as he had conceived
it, and did not even mention it to Captain Askew. If she had gone, it
was not likely that she would get far without being discovered, and they
would soon hear of her. Although Captain Askew was himself a
magistrate, it was necessary to give information of the strange event to
Mr Ludlow, that he might assist in discovering the perpetrators of the
outrage, and Charley Blount volunteered to go over to the Hall for that
object. Some time had already been spent in fruitless search, so
Charley, after he had snatched a hurried breakfast, set off as fast as
his legs could carry him. He was a good runner at all times, but on the
present occasion, believing that the faster he went the sooner dear
little Margery might be recovered, he ran as he had never before run in
his life. Had he been dilatory he might never have reached the Hall at
all, for those who were on the watch for any one leaving the Tower,
believing that he would have gone at an ordinary speed, happily missed
him.
Mr Ludlow was highly indignant at what he heard, and sorry too, for
even he admired little Margery, and he at once proposed sending to
London for a detective officer. "One of those sharp-witted gentlemen is
far more likely than are we thick-headed country-folks to discover how
she little girl has been spirited away," he observed. "Of one thing I
am certain, that the smugglers are at the bottom of it, and of another,
that if they have not a confederate in the house--and old Tom and Becky
look honest enough--they have the means of getting in unknown to us. I
will write for the officer, and then you and Stephen shall ride over
with me and we will look into the matter."
Captain Askew was very grateful to Mr Ludlow for coming over so
speedily, but though they again made a thorough examination, as they
supposed, of the whole tower, they could not throw any fresh light on
the mysterious subject.
"The detective officer, when he arrives, will soon ferret out the truth,
however, depend on that," observed Mr Ludlow, as he and Stephen mounted
their horses to ride back. But neither the captain nor Charley were
inclined to wait till the said detective should arrive to win back what
they valued so much. Charley thought again and again over the subject,
and talked to Tom about the light, and the groan, and the dear little
slipper, and suddenly Tom slapped his leg and said that he remembered
when the Tower was being put in order that one of the workmen had told
him that there was a vault or cellar under a part of it, from which a
passage was said to lead down to the seashore. He was not certain
whether the captain had heard the account, at all events he did not
appear to have believed it, and of course had forgotten it altogether.
Tom confessed that he was very stupid not to have thought of it before,
though he was not even then much inclined to believe in the truth of the
story.
Charley thought differently, and resolved at once to search for the
opening--if such existed--to the vault. He charged Tom not to tell the
captain, as it would be a disappointment to him should they fail to make
the discovery they hoped for. At that very juncture blind Peter, having
heard a rumour of the supposed abduction of Miss Margery, came to the
Tower to learn whether or not the story was true.
Charley immediately took him into his counsels. Peter thought over the
subject. Yes, he had heard the account of the vault under the Tower,
and what was more, he knew an old mason residing about two miles off who
had worked there, and who was, he rather thought, the very man who had
told him of it. He would go off at once and fetch John Trowel and his
tools, and they would very soon burrow into the molehill if one existed.
Charley and Tom occupied the time of Peter's absence in preparing with a
rope and a lantern to explore the cavern they hoped to find. They
forgot at first that they might possibly encounter opposition, as it was
certain that if the cavern did exist it had had occupants, and probably
had still, who would not welcome any intrusion on their privacy.
Charley, however, at length thought of this. It did not for a moment
make him hesitate about carrying out his plans, but he thought that it
would be wise to provide himself and Tom with arms. The captain had a
brace of pistols and a fowling-piece, and Tom had an old French cutlass
which he had taken from the enemy, and treasured as a trophy of his
fighting days. Charley at once went up to the captain, who was writing
to the officers of the coastguard, and to others who might possibly hear
something of his little girl. "Any news? any news?" he asked, as
Charley entered.
"No, sir, but if we could find our way into some of the smugglers'
hiding-places, we might learn more than we do now, and as I would rather
have a weapon in my hand than trust to my fists with such gentry, I beg
that you will lend me your firearms."
The captain made no answer, but pointed to them over the fireplace,
where they hung, with a flask of powder and a bag of bullets.
Charley hurried off to avoid having any questions asked him. Tom was
delighted to get the weapons, and declared that, although he had but one
arm, he could use his cutlass as well as any man. He then put on a belt
that he might stick a pistol in it, and advised Charley to do the same,
that he might hold the gun ready for use. At last old John Trowel
arrived with Peter. He remembered perfectly all about the vault, had
once been down it, and thought that he could find the entrance without
difficulty, though it had been been blocked up; but as to a passage
leading down to the beach--of that he could not speak with any
certainty.
"No time is to be lost, though!" exclaimed Tom, when he heard this.
"Come along, and mind you make as little noise as possible."
The old mason went at once up to the very spot where Tom had seen the
light, and he began immediately to work there, scraping away the mortar
from between the stones, Charley and Tom helping him, while blind Peter
held the lantern. They worked on patiently, knowing that by such means
people have frequently let themselves out through the thick walls of a
prison. More than half-an-hour had been thus employed when Charley felt
the stone on which he stood move; jumping off it, with but little
difficulty he lifted it up, when a regular wooden trap-door appeared
below. This it was soon found was made to open downwards and how to
force it open without making a noise was the question.
Again Charley had to hurry off to the captain's room to borrow a
centrepiece, a small saw and a file, and by labouring with these
steadily the bolt which held up the trap was cut round, and Tom then
having securely fastened a rope to it, the trap was noiselessly lowered
and a dark vault appeared below. There could now be little doubt by
which way the pretended ghosts had found their way into the Tower. On a
lantern being lowered a ladder was seen, on to which Charley immediately
jumped, and fearlessly descended into the vault. As a sailor, he knew
the importance of securing a fresh hold before letting go of the first,
so he held on to the beam above till he had found a firm rest for his
feet. He thus descended for a considerable depth, while Tom let down
the lantern by a rope that he might see the nature of the place into
which he had got. He at length reached the bottom, and taking the
lantern from the end of the rope, commenced an examination of the place
in which he found himself. It was a large roughly-hewn vault, which
looked as if it had been the quarry from whence the stone with which the
fortress was built had been taken. Around it were cells, where some
rusty iron bars and ring bolts let into the rock showed that it had been
the prison of the castle, and Charley shuddered as he thought of the
unhappy people who had once been confined there, where not a gleam of
light nor the slightest sound could pierce through the solid rock. As
soon as Tom found that Charley had reached the bottom, he also
descended--holding his cutlass in his teeth--as actively as most men
could have done with two hands. Peter and old John Trowel were directed
to wait above. Peter said that from his acuteness of hearing he should
be able to judge what progress they were making, and to let Captain
Askew know where they were gone.
Blind Peter and old John waited on the top of the ladder leading down
into the vault, expecting the return of Tom or Charley, or else to
receive some signal from them announcing the progress they had made.
Peter listened attentively--"I hear them going round and round the vault
to look for the passage," he observed to old John. "It must be a large
place, larger than I thought for, and they don't seem to be able to find
the passage."
"Maybe there's no passage to find," said John sagaciously.
Still they did not come back, and Peter declared that he could no longer
hear their footsteps. They waited and waited, but the explorers did not
appear. Old John suggested that there might be some pit or hole into
which they had tumbled, and perhaps nothing would ever again be heard of
them; but the idea was too terrible to entertain, for Peter had a
sincere regard for Tom, and Charley's blithe voice and kind manners had
won his heart. They ought at once to have gone to Captain Askew, and
procured proper assistance, with lights, ropes, and ladders. Old John
was scarcely able to descend the ladder, and did any hole exist, the
blind man would most probably have fallen into it. Notwithstanding this
he proposed descending, till old John persuaded him to give up the idea,
and at length, when it would very likely be too late to save the lives
of the explorers, they agreed to summon the captain. Captain Askew
could scarcely understand the account he heard. That there was a vault
under the Tower he was ready to believe, as he now remembered hearing
the report that one existed, but that his young friend Charley and old
companion Tom should have gone into it and been irretrievably lost he
would not believe. He would immediately have descended himself to look
for them, but that his timber-toe and a rickety ladder did not suit each
other. He considered whom he could summon in the village, but they were
all more or less connected with the smugglers. He however determined to
ask the assistance of some of the most trustworthy among them. He took
his hat and was hurrying down the hill when he met one of the men of the
coastguard going his rounds. He at once agreed to accompany the
captain, but said that by the delay of twenty minutes or so he could
obtain the assistance of two or three of his mates, and as he could be
of little use by himself, the captain begged him to get them as soon as
possible.
The captain then went back to the Tower, and found blind Peter and old
John waiting at the trap-door. They had heard sounds, they said, but
had got no answer to their shouts. In vain the captain also hailed as a
sailor alone can, though his voice had perhaps lost something of its
strength. All remained silent below, and his fears for the safety of
his friends increased to a painful degree. At last the coastguard men
arrived--stout fellows, well armed--with their lanterns and ropes; they
were not likely to be baffled in the search. As, however, they stood
over the entrance of the dark abyss, the countenances of most of the
party turned pale. They were ready to face smugglers or pirates,
Russians, Frenchmen, Turks, or savages of every description, all the
enemies of their country; but they had heard of the Tower being haunted,
and suppose any of the ghosts, or spirits, or imps, who frequented the
spot, should start up and confront them! The captain saw what they were
thinking about. Following the system he had always adopted where danger
was to be incurred, he exclaimed, "Lower me down first, my lads, I'll
see what is to be seen." Suiting the action to the word he fastened a
rope round his waist, and, with the help of it and the ladder, soon
reached the bottom. The men now followed without hesitation, the
captain leading the way, and looking round and round the vault. "It is
very extraordinary," he exclaimed at length. "I can scarcely believe
that they came down here, there is no hole into which they could have
fallen, no outlet through which they could have passed."
"It's vary terrible, vary terrible indeed, sir," said Sandy MacGregor,
an old Scotchman and the chief boatman. "It's the spirits or the bogies
ha' carried them off, there's na doubt about that, and it's only to be
hoped that they'll na come and carry us awa' too."
The fear thus expressed very soon communicated itself to the other men,
and had a rat started up, although they would not have deserted the
captain, their knees would certainly have shaken as they had never done
in the presence of a mortal foe.
"Nonsense, my man," exclaimed Captain Askew. "There are no spirits in
this vault to hurt us, and depend on it if our friends have been carried
away spirits have had nothing to do with it; still, I tell you, I cannot
account for it."
It was indeed strange. Every cell, every nook and corner was examined.
The sides of the vault were either solid rock or masonry. There was no
place through which two people could have passed by any visible means.
At length, most unwillingly, Captain Askew told the men that he should
return into the Tower. The order was obeyed with wonderful alacrity,
and they were well pleased when he told them that he would be the last
man up. They were all soon out of the vault, and ready to assist him up
in the way he had gone down. He had to confess himself thoroughly
baffled. When he talked the subject over with Mrs Askew, they could
neither of them account for the way in which their dear child had been
so cruelly carried off, nor how Tom nor Charley had disappeared, and yet
they were fully convinced that human agency alone had been at work.
Meantime Becky had taken charge of the coasts guard men, and blind Peter
and John, and was able, in spite of her grief, to serve them with bread
and cheese and cider. As they continued to discuss the matter, Peter
was the only one who persisted in asserting that human agency alone had
been employed, while Sandy MacGregor as strongly maintained that spirits
of a very disreputable nature had a finger in the pie. That, however,
like other matters of mystery, was one day to receive a solution.