/- THE MYSTERY OF CLOOMBER. The Mystery of Cloomber By A. CONAN DOYLE Author of "Sherlock Holmes," "Micah Clarke," "The White Company," "The Refugees," etc., etc. R. F. FENNO & COMPANY 1 8 East Seventeenth St. New York COPYRIGHT, DS95 & & FENNO & COMP&MtJ CONTENTS. Chapter Page I. The Hegira of the Wests from Edin- burgh 7 II. Of the Strange Manner in which a Tenant came to Cloomber . . 13 III. Of our Further Acquaintance with Major-General J. B. Heatherstone 22 IV. Of a Young Man with a Grey Head 34 V. How four of us came to be under the Shadow of Cloomber . . . 43 VI. How I came to be Enlisted as One of the Garrison of Cloomber . . 58 VII. Of Corporal Rufus Smith and his Coming to Cloomber . . .66 VIII. Statement of Israel Stakes. . 83 IX. Narrative of John Easterling, F. R. C. P. Edin IOO X. Of the Letter which came from the Hall 113 [51 Chapter Pago XL Of the Casting Away of the Bark " Belinda" 117 XII. Of the Three Foreign Men upon the Coast 139 XIII. In which I see that which has been seen by few 150 XIV. Of the Visitor who ran down the road in the Night-time. 176 XV. The Day-book of John Berthier Heatherstone. .... 196 XVI. At the Hole of Cree . . . .223 Addendum ....*. 241 THE MYSTERY OF CLOOMBER. CHAPTER t. THE HEGIRA OF THE WESTS FROM EDINBURGH. I, JAMES FOTHERGILL WEST, student of law in the University of St. Andrews, have endeavored in the ensuing pages to lay my statement before the public in a concise and business-like fash- ion. It is not my wish to achieve literary sue- cess ; nor have I any desire by the graces of my style, or by the artistic ordering of my incidents, to throw a deeper shadow over the strange pas- sages of which I shall have to speak. My high, est ambition is that those who know something of the matter should, after reading my account, be able to conscientiously endorse it without finding a single paragraph in which I have either added to or detracted from the truth. Should I 8 attain this result, I shall rest amply satisfied with the outcome of my first, and probably my last, venture in literature. It was my intention to write out the sequence of events in due order, depending upon trust- worthy hearsay when I was describing that which was beyond my own personal knowledge. I have now, however, through the kind co-oper- ation of friends, hit upon a plan which promises to be less onerous to me and more satisfactory to the reader. This is nothing less than to make use of the various manuscripts which I have by me bearing upon the subject, and to add to them first-hand evidence contributed by those who had the best opportunities of knowing Major-General J. B. Heatherstone. In pursuance of this design I shall lay before the public the testimony of Israel Stakes, formerly coachman at Cloomber Hall, and of John Easterling, F. R. C. P. Edin., now practising at Stranraer, in Wig. townshire. To these I shall add a verbatim account extracted from the journal of the late John Berthier Heatherstone, of the events which occurred in the Thul Valley in the autumn of 41, towards the end of the first Afghan war, with a description of the skirmish in the Terada defile, and of the death of the man Ghoolab Shah. To myself I reserve the duty of filling up all the gaps and chinks which may be left in the narrative. By this arrangement I have sunk from the position of an author to that of a com- piler, but on the other hand my work has ceased to be a story and has expanded into a series of affidavits! My father, John Hunter West, was a well- known Oriental and Sanscrit scholar, and his name is still of weight with those who are inter- ested in such matters. He it was who first after Sir William Jones called attention to the great value of early Persian literature, and his transla- tions both from Hafizand from Ferideddin Atar have earned the warmest commendations from the Baron Von Hammer-Purgstall, of Vienna, and other distinguished Continental critics. In the issue of the Orientalisches Scienz-blatt for Jan- uary, 1861, he is described as " Der beruhmte und sehr gelehrnte Hunter West von Edin- burgh " a passage which I well remember that he cut out and stowed away, with a pardonable vanity, among the most revered family archives. He had been brought up to be a solicitor, or Writer to the Signet, as it is termed in Scotland, but his learned hobby absorbed so much of his time that he had little to devote to the pursuit of xo his profession. When his clients were seeking him at his chambers in George Street he was buried in the recesses of the Advocates' Library, or poring over some mouldy manuscript at the Philosophical Institution, with his brain more exercised over the code which Menu pro- pounded six hundred years before the birth of Christ than over the knotty problems of Scottish law in the nineteenth century. Hence it can hardly be wondered at that as his learning accumulated his practise dissolved, until at the very moment when he had attained the zenith of his celebrity he had also reached the nadir of his fortunes. There being no chair of Sanscrit in any of his native universities, and no demand anywhere for the only mental wares he had to dispose of, we should have been forced to retire into genteel poverty, consoling our- selves with the aphorisms and precepts of Fir,, dousi, Omar Chiam, and other of his Eastern favorites, had it not been for the unexpected kindness and liberality of his half-brother, Wil- liam Farintosh, the Laird of Branksome in Wig. townshire. This William Farintosh was the proprietor of a landed estate the acreage of which bore, unfor- tunately, a most disproportional relation to its II value, for it formed the bleakest and most bar. ren tract of land in the whole of a bleak and barren shire. As a bachelor, however, his ex- penses had been small, and he had contrived from the rents ol his scattered cottages, and the sale of the Galloway nags, which he bred upon the moors, not only to live as a laird should, but to put by a considerable sum in the bank. We had heard little from our kinsman during the days of our comparative prosperity ; but just as we were at our wits* end, there came a letter like a ministering angel, giving us assurance of sympathy and succor. In it the Laird of Brank. some told us that one of his lungs had been growing weaker for some time, and that Dr. Easterling, of Stranraer, had strongly advised him to spend the few years which were left to him in some more genial climate. He had de- termined, therefore, to set out for the South of Italy, and he begged that we should take up our residence at Branksome in his absence, and that my father should act as his land steward and agent at a salary which placed us above all fear of want. Our mother had been dead for some years, so that there were only myself, my father, and my sister Esther to consult ; and it may readily be 12 imagined that it did not take us long to decide upon the acceptance of the laird's generous offer. My father started for Wigtown that very night, while Esther and I followed a few days after- wards, bearing with us two potato-sacks full of learned books, and such other of our household effects as were worth the trouble and expense of transport CHAPTER IL OF THE STRANGE MANNER IN WHICH A CAME TO CLOOMBER. BRANKSOME might have appeared a poor dwelling-place when compared to the house of an English squire ; but to us, after our long resi- dence in stuffy apartments, it was of regal mag- nificence. The building was broadspread and low, with red-tiled roof, diamond-paned win- dows, and a profusion of dining-rooms with smoke-blackened ceilings and oaken wainscots. In front was a small lawn, girt round with a thin fringe of haggard and ill-grown beeches, all gnarled and withered from the blighting effects of the sea spray. Behind lay the scattered ham- let of Branksome-Bere a dozen cottages at most inhabited by rude fisher-folk who looked upon the laird as their natural protector. To the west was the broad yellow beach and the Irish Sea; while in all other directions the desolate moors, greyish green in the foreground and purple in the distance, stretched away in long, low curves to the horizon. Very bleak and lonely it was upon this Wig. town coast. A man might walk many a weary mile and never see a living thing except the white, heavy-flapping kittiwakes, which screamed and cried to each other with their shrill, sad voices. Very lonely and very bleak ! Once out of sight of Branksome and there was no sign of the works of man save only where the high, white tower of Cloomber Hall shot up, like the head- stone of some giant grave, from amid the firs and larches which girt it round. This great house, a mile or more from our dwelling, had been built by a wealthy Glasgow merchant of strange tastes and lonely habits ; but at the time of our arrival it had been untenanted for many years, and stood with weather-blotched walls and vacant, staring windows looking blankly out over the hill side. Empty and mildewed, it served only as a landmark to the fishermen, for they had found by experience that by keeping the laird's chimney and the white tower of Cloomber in a line they could steer their way through the ugly reef which raises its jagged back, like that of some sleeping monster, above the troubled waters of the wind-swept bay. ' To this wild spot it was that fate had brought my father, my sister, and myself. For us its 15 loneliness had no terrors. After the hubbub and bustle of a great city, and the weary task of up- holding appearances upon a slender income, there was a grand, soul-soothing serenity in the long sky-line and the eager air. Here at least there was no neighbor to pry and chatter. The laird had left his phaeton and two ponies behind him, with the aid of which my father and I would go the round of the estate doing such light duties as fall to an agent ; while our gentle Esther looked to our household needs, an<< brightened the dark old building. Such was our simple, uneventful existence until the summer night when an unlooked-for incident occurred which proved to be the herald of those strange doings which I have taken up my pen to de- scribe.] It had been my habit to pull out of an evening in the laird's skiff and to catch a few whiting which might serve for our supper. On this well-remembered occasion my sister came with me, sitting with her book in the stern-sheets of the boat, while I hung my lines over the bows. The sun had sunk down behind the rugged Irish coast, but a long bank of flushed clouds still marked the spot, and cast a glory upon the waters. The whole broad ocean was seamed i6 and scarred with crimson streaks. I had risen in the boat, and was gazing round in delight at the broad panorama of shore and sea and sky, when my sister plucked at my sleeve with a little, sharp cry of surprise. " See, John," she cried ; " there is a light in Cloomber Tower 1" [ I turned my head and stared back at the tall, white turret which peeped out above the belt of trees. As I gazed I distinctly saw at one of the windows the glint of a light, which suddenly vanished, and then shone out once more from another higher up. There it flickered for some time, and finally flashed past two successive win- dows underneath before the trees obscured our view of it. It was clear that some one bearing a lamp or a candle had climbed up the tower stairs and had then returned into the body of the house. " Who in the world can it be I" I exclaimed, speaking rather to myself than to Esther, for I could see by the surprise upon her face that she had no solution to offer. " Maybe some of the folk from Branksome-Bere have wanted to look over the place." My sister shook her head. "There is not one of them would dare to set foot within the avenue '7 gates," she said. " Besides, John, the keys are kept by the house-agent at Wigtown. Were they ever so curious, none of .our people could find their way in." When I reflected upon the massive door and ponderous shutters which guarded the lower story of Cloomber I could not but admit the force of my sister's objection. The untimely visitor must either have used considerable vio- lence in order to force his way in, or he must have obtained possession of the keys. Piqued by the little mystery, I pulled for the beach, with the determination to see for myself who the Intruder mi^ht be, and what were his intentions. Leaving my sister at Branksome, and summon- ing Seth Jamieson, an old man-o'-war's-man, and one of the stoutest of the fishermen, I set off across the moor with him through the gathering darkness. " It hasna got a guid name after dark, yon hoose," remarked my companion, slackening his pace perceptibly as I explained to him the nature of our errand. " It's no for naething that him wha owns it wunna gang within a Scotch mile o't." " Well, Seth, there is some one who has no fears about going into it," said I, pointing to the 18 great, white building which flickered up in front of us through the gloom. The light which I had observed from the sea was moving backwards and forwards past the lower-floor windows, the shutters of which had been removed. I could now see that a second, fainter light followed a few paces behind the other. Evidently two individuals, the one with a lamp and the other with a candle or rushlight, were making a care- ful examination of the building. " Let ilka man blaw his ain parritch," said Seth Jamieson, doggedly, coming to a dead stop. " What is it tae us if a wraith or a bogle chooses tae tak' a fancy tae Cloomber? It's no canny tae meddle wi' such things." " Why, man," I cried, "you don't suppose a wraith came here in a gig! What are those lights away yonder by the avenue gates?" " The lamps o* a gig, sure enough !" exclaimed tiny companion in a less lugubrious voice. " Let's steer for it, Master West, and speer where she hails Ijrae." By this time night had closed in save for a single long, narrow slit in the westward. Stum- bling across the moor together, we made our way into the Wigtown Road, at the point where the high, stone pillars mark the entrance to the '9 Cloomber avenue. A tall dog-cart stood in front of the gateway, the horse browsing upon the thin border of grass which skirted the road. " It's a* richt !" said Jamieson, taking a close look at the deserted vehicle. " I ken it weel. It belongs tae Maister McNeil, the factor body frae Wigtown him who keeps the keys." " Then we may as well have speech with him now that we are here," I answered. " They are coming down, if I am not mistaken." As I spoke we heard the slam of the heavy door, and within a few minutes two figures, the one tall and angular, the other short and thick, came towards us through the darkness. They were talking so earnestly that they did not observe us until they had passed through the avenue gate. " Good evening, Mr. McNeil," said I, stepping forward and addressing the Wigtown factor, with whom I had some slight acquaintance. The smaller of the two turned his face towards me as I spoke, and showed me that I was not mistaken in his identity, but his taller compan- ion sprang back and showed every sign of vio- lent agitation. " What is this, McNeil ?" I heard him say, in a gasping, choking voice. " Is this your promise ? What is the meaning of it?" 2O " Don't be alarmed, general I Don't be a larmed!"said the little, fat factor in a soothing fashion, as one might speak to a frightened child " This is young Mr. Fothergill West, of Brank- some, though what brings him up here to-night is more than I can understand. However, as you are to be neighbors, I can't do better than take the opportunity to introduce you to each other. Mr. West, this is General Heatherstone, who is about to take a lease of Cloomber Hall. I held out my hand to the tall man, who took it in a hesitating, half-reluctant fashion. " I came up," I explained, " because I saw your lights in the windows, and thought that some- thing might be wrong. I am very glad I did so, since it has given me the chance of making the general's acquaintance." Whilst I was talking I was conscious that the new tenant of Cloomber Hall was peering at me very closely through the darkness. As I con- eluded he stretched out a long, tremulous arm and turned the gig-lamp in such a way as to throw a flood of light on my face. " Good God, McNeil 1" he cried, in the same frightened voice as before, "the fellow's as brown as chocolate! He's not an Englishman. You're not an Englishman vou, sir ?" 91 " I*m a Scotchman, born and ored," said I, with an inclination to laugh, which was only checked by my new acquaintance's obvious terror. "A Scotchman, eh?" said he with a sfgh of relief. " It's all one nowadays. You must excuse me, Mr. Mr. West. I'm nervous, in- fernally nervous. Come along, McNeil ; we must be back in Wigtown in less than an hour. Good-night, gentlemen, good-night 1" The two clambered into their places; the factor cracked his whip, and the high dog-cart clattered away through the darkness, casting a brilliant tunnel of yellow light on either side of it, until the rumble of its wheels died away in the distance. "What do you think of our new neighbor, Jamieson ?" I asked, after a long silence. " Deed, Mr. West, he seems, as he says him- self, to be vera nervous. Maybe his conscience is oot o' order." " His liver, more likely,** said I. " He looks as if he had tried his constitution a bit. But it's blowing chill, Seth, my lad, and it's time both of us were indoors.*' I bade my companion good- night, and struck off across the moors for the cherry, ruddy light which marked the parlor windows of Branksome. CHAPTER III. OP OUR FURTHER ACQUAINTANCE WITH MAJOR. GENERAL J. B. HEATHERSTONE. THERE was, as may well be imagined, much stir amongst our small community at the news that the Hall was to be inhabited once more, and considerable speculation as to the new ten- ants and their objects in choosing this particular part of the country for their residence. It speedily became apparent that, whatever their motives might be, they had definitely determined upon a lengthy stay ; for relays of plumbers and of joiners came down from Wigtown, and there was hammering and repairing going on from morning till night. It was surprising how quick the signs of the wind and weather were effaced, until the great, square-set house was all as spick-and-span as though it had been erected yesterday. There were abundant signs that money was no consideration to General Heath- erstone, and that it was not on the score of retrenchment that he had taken up his abode among us. 23 " It may be that he is devoted to study," sug- gested my father, as we discussed the question round the breakfast table. " Perhaps he has chosen this secluded spot to finish some magnum opus upon which he is engaged. If that is the case, I should be happy to let him have the run of my library." Esther and I laughed at the grandiloquent manner in which he spoke of the two potato- sacks full of books. " it may be as you say," said I, " but the general did not strike me during my short inter- view as being a man who was likely to have any very pronounced literary tastes. If I might hazard a guess, I should say that he is here upon medical advice, in the hopes that the complete quiet and the fresh air may restore his shattered nervous system. If you had seen how he glared at me, and the twitching of his fingers, you would have thought it needed some restoring." " I do wonder whether he has a wife and a family," said my sister. " Poor souls, how lonely they will be! Why, excepting ourselves, there is not a family that they could speak to for seven miles and more." " General Heatherstone is a very distinguished soldier," remarked my father. 24 "Why, papa, however came you to know anything about him?" " Ah, my dears," said my father, smiling at us over his coffee cup, "you were laughing at my library just now, but you see it may be very use. ful at times." As he spoke he took a red=cov- ered volume from a shelf and turned over the pages. "This is an Indian Army List of three years back," he explained, " and here is the very gentleman we want' Heatherstone, J. B., Com- mander of the Bath,' my dears, and ' V.C.', think of that, ' V.C.' 'formerly colonel in the Indian Infantry, 4ist Bengal Foot, but now re- tired with the rank of major-general.' In this other column is a record of his services ' cap- ture of Ghuznee and defense of Jellalabad, Sobra- on 1848, Indian Mutiny and reduction of Oudh. Five times mentioned in dispatches.' I think, my dears, that we have cause to be proud of our new neighbor." " It doesn't mention there whether he is mar- ried or not, I suppose," asked Esther. " No," said my father, wagging his white head with a keen appreciation of his own humor. " It doesn't include that under the heading of ' daring actions 'though it very well might, my dear, it very well might." All our doubts, however, upon this head were very soon set at rest, for on the very day that the repairing and the furnishing had been com- pleted I had occasion to ride into Wigtown, and I met upon the way a carriage which was bear- ing General Heatherstone and his family to their new home. An elderly lady, worn and sickly- looking was by his side, and opposite him sat a young fellow about my own age and a girl who appeared to be a couple of years younger. I raised my hat, and was about to pass them, when the general shouted to his coachman to pull up, and held out his hand to me. I could see now in the daylight that his face, although harsh and stern, was capable of assuming a not unkindly expression. "How are you, Mr. Fothergill West?" ho cried. " I must apologize to you if I was a little brusque the other night you will excuse an old soldier who has spent the best part of his life in harness. All the same you must confess that you are rather dark-skinned for a Scotchman." 4< We have a Spanish strain in our blood," *aid I, wondering at his recurrence to the topic. " That would of course account for it," he re- marked. " My dear," to his wife, " allow me to introduce Mr. Fothergill West to you. This is 26 my son and my daughter. We have come here in search of rest, Mr. West complete rest." " And you could not possibly have come to a better place," said I. " Oh, you think so, he answered ; " I suppose it is very quiet indeed, and very lonely. You might walk through these country lanes at night, I dare say, and never meet a soul, eh ?" " Well, there are not many about after dark," I said. " And you are not much troubled with va- grants or wandering beggars, eh ? Not many tinkers or tramps or rascally gypsies no ver- min of that sort about ?" " I find it rather cold," said Mrs. Heatherstone, drawing her thick sealskin mantle tighter round her figure. " We are detaining Mr. West, too." "So we are, my dear, so we are. Drive on, coachman. Good day, Mr. West." The car- riage rattled away towards the Hall, and I trot- ted thoughtfully onwards to the little county metropolis. As I passed up the High Street Mr. McNeil ran out from his office and beckoned to me to stop. "Our new tenants have gone out," he said. " They drove over this morning." " I met them on the way," I answered. As I looked down at the little factor I could see that his face was flushed and that he bore every ap- pearance of having had an extra glass. " Give me a real gentleman to do business with," he said, with a burst of laughter. "They understands me and I understands them. ' What shall I fill it up for ?' says the general, taking a blank check out o* his pouch and laying it on the table. ' Two hundred/ says I, leaving a bit o* a margin for my own time and trouble." " I thought that the landlord paid you for that," 1 remarked. 41 Aye, aye, but it's well to have a bit margin. He filled it up and threw it over to me as if it had been an auld postage stamp. That's the way business should be done between honest men though it wouldna' do if one was inclined to take an advantage. Will ye not come in, Mr. West, and have a taste of my whisky ?" " No, thank you," said I ; " I have business to do." " Well, well, business is the chief thing. It's well not to drink in the morning, too. For my own part, except a drop before breakfast to give me an appetite, and maybe a glass, or even twa, afterwards to promote digestion, I never touch spirits before noon. It may be that I'm over 28 particular, but it's as well to be on the safe side. What d'ye think o' the general, Mr. West ?" " Why, I have hardly had an opportunity of judging," I answered. Mr. McNeil tapped his forehead with his fore- finger. " That's what I think of him," he said, in a confidential whisper. " He's gone, sir, in my estimation. Now what would you consider to be a proof of madness, Mr. West ?" " Why, offering a blank check to a Wigtown house-agent," said I. "Ah, you're aye at your jokes. But between oorsels now, if a man asked ye how many miles it was frae a seaport, and whether ships come there from the East, and whether there were tramps on the road, and whether it was against the lease for him to build a high wall round the grounds, what would ye make of it, eh ?" " I should certainly think him eccentric," said I. " If every man had his due, he would find him- el* in a house with a high wall round the grounds, and that without costing him a farthing," said the agent. "Where then?" I asked. 44 Why, in the Wigtown County Lunatic Asylum," cried the little man, with a bubble of laughter, in the midst of which I rode on my way, leaving him still chuckling over his own facetiousness. The arrival of the new family at Cloomber Hall had no preceptible effect in relieving the monotony of our secluded district, for instead of entering into such simple pleasures as the coun- try had to offer, or interesting themselves, as we had hoped, in our attempts to improve the lot of our poor crofters and fisher folk, they seemed to shun all observation, and hardly ever to venture beyond the avenue gates. We soon found too that the factor's words as to the inclosing of the grounds were founded upon fact, for gangs of workmen were kept hard at work from early in the morning until late at night in erecting a high wooden fence round the whole estate. When this was finished and topped with spikes Cloomber Park became impregnable to any one but an ex- ceptionably daring climber. It was as if the old soldier had been so imbued with military ideas that, like my Uncle Toby, he could not refrain even in times of peace from standing upon the defensive. Stranger still, he had victualled the house as if for a siege, for Begbie, the chief grocer of Wigtown, told me himself that the general had sent him an order for hundreds of 30 dozens of every imaginable potted meat and vegetable. It may be imagined that all these incidents were not allowed to pass without comment. Over the whole country-side there was nothing but gossip about the new tenants of Cloomber Hall and the reasons which had led them to come among us. The only hypothesis, however, which the bucolic mind could evolve was that which had already occurred to Mr. McNeil, the factor namely, that the old general and his family were one and all afflicted with madness, or, as an alternative conclusion, that he had committed some heinous offense and was en- deavoring to escape the consequences of his misdeeds. These were both natural suppositions under the circumstances ; but neither of them appeared to commend itself as a true explanation of the facts. It is true that General Heatherstone's be- havior on the occasion of our first interview was such as to suggest some suspicion of mental disease; but no man could have been more reasonable or more courteous than he had after, wards shown himself to be. Then, again, his wife and children led the same secluded life that he did himself; so that the reason could not bq one peculiar to his own health. As to the possi- bility of his being a fugitive from justice, that theory was even more untenable. Wigtownshire was bleak and lonely, but it was not such an obscure corner of the world that a well-known soldier could hope to conceal himself there ; nor would a man who feared publicity set every one's tongue wagging as the general had done. On the whole, I was inclined to believe that the true solution of the enigma lay in his own allusion to the love of quiet, and that they had taken shelter here with an almost morbid craving for solitude and repose. We very soon had an instance of the great lengths to which this desire for isolation would carry them. My father had come down one morning with the weight of a great determination upon his brow. " You must put on your pink frock to- day, Esther," said he ; " and you, John, you must make yourself smart, for I have determined that the three of us shall drive round this afternoon and pay our respects to Mrs. Heatherstone and the general." " A visit to Cloomber 1" cried Esther, clapping her hands. " I am here," said my father, with dignity, * not only as the laird's agent, but also as his 32 kinsman. In that capacity I am convinced that he would wish me to call upon these new comers and offer them any politeness which is in our power. At present they must feel lonely and friendless. What says the great Firdousi ? 4 The choicest ornaments to a man's house are his friends.'" My sister and I knew by experience that when the old man began to justify his resolution by quotations from the Persian poets there was no chance of shaking it. Sure enough that after- noon saw the phaeton at the door, with my father perched upon the seat, with his second' best coat on and a pair of new driving-gloves. " Jump in, my dears," he cried, cracking his whip briskly ; " we shall show the general that he has no cause to be ashamed of his neighbors." Alas, pride always goes before a fall ! Our well-fed ponies and shining harness were not destined that day to impress the tenants of Cloomber with a sense of our importance. We had reached the avenue gate, and I was about to get out and open it, when our attention was arrested by a very large wooden placard, which was attached to one of the trees in such a manner that no one could possibly pass without seeing St. On the white surface of this board was 33 printed in big, black letters the following hos- pitable inscription : GENERAL AND MRS. HEATHERSTONE HAVE NO WISH TO INCREASE THE CIRCLE OF THEIR ACQUAINTANCE. We all sat gazing at this announcement for some moments in silent astonishment. Then Esther and I, tickled by the absurdity of the thing, burst out laughing, but my father pulled the ponies' heads round, and drove home with compressed lips and the cloud of much wrath upon his brow. I have never seen the good man so thoroughly moved, and I am convinced that his anger did not arise from any petty feeling of injured vanity upon his own part, but from the thought that a slight had been offered to the Laird of Branksome whose dignity he repre- sented. 34 CHAPTER IV. OF A YOUNG MAN WITH A GREY HEAD. IF I had any personal soreness on account of this family snub, it was a very passing emotion, and one which was soon effaced from my mind. It chanced that on the very next day after the episode I had occasion to pass that way and stopped to have another look at the obnoxious placard. I was standing staring up at it and wondering what could have induced our neighbor to take such an outrageous step, when I became suddenly aware of a sweet, girlish face which peeped out at me from between the bars of the gate, and of a white hand which eagerly beckoned me to approach. As I advanced to her I saw that it was the same young lady whom I had seen in the carriage. " Mr. West," she said, in a quick whisper, glancing from side to side as she spoke in a nervous, hasty manner, " I wish to apologize to you for the indignity to which you and your family were subjected yesterday. My brother was ia the avenue, and saw it all, but he is 35 powerless to interfere. I assure you, Mr. West, that if that hateful thing," pointing up at the placard, " has given you any annoyance, it has given my brother and myself far more." " Why, Miss Heatherstone ?" said I, putting the matter off with a laugh. " Britain is a free country, and if a man chooses to warn off visitors from his premises there is no reason why he should not." " It is nothing less than brutal," she broke out, with a petulant stamp of her foot. " To think that your sister, too, should have such an un- provoked insult offered to her ! I am ready to sink with shame at the very thought." " Pray do not give yourself one moment's un- easiness upon the subject," said I, earnestly, for I was grieved at her evident distress. " I am sure that your father has some reason unknown to us for taking this step." " God knows he has !" she answered, with ineffable sadness in her voice, " and yet I think it would be more manly to face a danger than to fly from it. However, he knows best, and it is impossible for us to judge. But who is this?" she exclaimed, anxiously peering up the dark avenue. " Oh, it is my brother Mordaunt. Mordaunt," she said, as the young man ap- 36 proached us, " I have been apologizing to Mr. West for what happened yesterday in yournamf as well as my own." " I am very, very glad to have the opportunity of doing it in person," said he, courteously. " 1 only wish that I could see your sister and you! father as well as yourself, to tell them how sorry I am. I think you had better run up to thd house, little one, for it's getting near tiffin time, No don't you go, Mr. West. I want to have a word with you." Miss Heatherstone waved her hand to me with a bright smile, and tripped off up the avenue, while her brother unbolted the gate, and, passing through, closed it again, locking it upon the outside. " I'll have a stroll down the road with you, if you have no objection. Have a manilla." He drew a couple of cheroots from his pocket and handed one to me. " You'll find they are not bad," he said. " I became a connoisseur in tobacco when I was in India. Are you lit? 1 hope I am not interfering with your business in coming along with you." " Not at all," I answered. " I am very glad to have your company." ''I'll tell you a secret." said pay companion. 37 " This is the first time that I have been outside the grounds since we have been down here." " And your sister?" " She has never been out either," he answered. " I have given the governor the slip to-day, but he wouldn'i half like it if he knew. It's a whim of his that we should keep ourselves entirely to ourselves. At least some people would call it a whim ; for My own part I have reason to believe that he has solid grounds for all that he does though perhaps in this matter he may be a little too exacting." " You must *urely find it very lonely," said I. "Couldn't you manage to slip down at times and have a smoke with me ? That house over yon- der is Branksome/' " Indeed you are very kind," he answered, with sparkling eyes. " I should dearly like to run over now and again. With the exception of Israel Stakes, our old coachman and gardener, I have not a soul that I can speak to." " And your sister, she must feel it even more," said I, thinking in my heart that my new acquaintance made ratht/r too much of his own troubles and too little of those of his companion. "Yes; poor Gabriel feels it, no doubt," he answered, carelessly ; " but ii's a more unnatural 38 thing for a young man of my age to be cooped up in this way than for a woman. Look at me now. I am three-and-twenty next March, and yet I have never been to a university, nor to a school, for that matter. I am as complete an ignoramus as any of these clodhoppers. It seems strange to you, no doubt ; and yet it is so. Now, don't you think I deserve a better fate ?" He stopped as he spoke, and faced round to me, throwing his palms forward in appeal. As I looked at him, with the sun shining upon his face, he certainly did seem a strange bird to be cooped up in such a cage. Tall and muscular, with a keen, dark face, and sharp, finely-cut features, he might have stepped out of the can- vas of Murillo or Velasquez. There was latent energy and power in his firm-set mouth, his square eyebrows, and the whole pose of his elas- tic, well-knit figure. " There is the learning to be got from books and the learning to be got from experience," said I, sententiously. " If you have less of your share of the one, perhaps you have more of the other. I cannot believe that you have spent all your life in mere idleness and pleasure." " Pleasure !" he cried. " Pleasure 1 Look at this." He pulled off his hat, and I saw that his 39 black hair was all flecked and dashed with streaks of grey. " Do you imagine that this came from pleasure ?" he asked, with a bitter laugh. " You must have had some great shock," I said, astonished at the sight ; *' some terrible illness in your youth. Or perhaps it arises from a more chronic cause a constant, gnawing anxiety. I have known men as young as you whose hair was as gry." " Poor devils!** he muttered ; " I pity them." " If you can manage to slip down to Brank- sorne at times,** said I, " perhaps you could bring Miss Heatherstone with you. I know that my father and my sister would be delighted to see her, and a change, if only ior an hour or two, might do her good." "It would be rather hard for us both to get ftway together," he answered. " However, if I see a chance I shall bring her down. It might be managed some afternoon, perhaps, for the old man indulges in a siesta occasionally." We had reached the head of the winding lane which branches off from the high road and leads up to the laird's house, so my companion pulled up. " I must go back," he said, " or they will miss ie. It's very kind of you, West, to take this 40 interest in us. I'm very grateful to you, and so will Gabriel be when she hears of your kind invitation. It's a real heaping of coals of fire after that infernal placard of my father's." He shook my hand and set off down the road, but he came running after me presently, calling me to stop. " I was just thinking," he said, " that you must consider us a great mystery up there at Cloomber. I dare say you have come to look upon it as a private lunatic asylum, and I can't blame you- If you are interested in the matter, I feel it is unfriendly upon my part not to satisfy your curiosity, but I have promised my father to be silent about it. And indeed, if I were to tell you all that I know you might not be very much the wiser after all. I would have you understand this, however that my father is as sane as you or I, and that he has very good reasons for living the life which he does. I may add that his wish to remain secluded does not arise from any unworthy or dishonorable motives, but merely from the instinct of self- preservation." " He is in danger, then !" I ejaculated. " Yes; he is in constant danger." " But why does he not apply to the magistrates for protection ?" I asked. " If he is afraid of any 41 one, he has only to name him and they will bind him over to keep the peace." " My dear West," said young Heatherstone, " the danger with which my father is threatened is one that cannot be averted by any human intervention. It is none the less very real, and possibly very imminent." " You don't mean to assert that it is super- natural," I said, incredulously. " Well, hardly that, either," he answered with hesitation. " But there," he continued, " I have said rather more than I should, but I know that you will not abuse my confidence. Good-bye." He took to his heels and was soon out of my sight, round a curve in the country road. A danger which was real and imminent, not t3 be averted by human means and yet hardly supernatural here was a conundrum indeed ! I had come to look upon the inhabitants of the Hall as mere eccentrics, but after what young Mordaunt Heatherstone had just told me, 1 could no longer doubt that some dark and sinister meaning underlay all their actions. The more I pondered over the problem, the more unanswerable did it appear, and yet I could not get the matter out of my thoughts. The lonely, isolated hall, and the strange, impending catas- 42 trophe which hung over its inmates, appealed forcibly to my imagination. All that evening, and late into the night, I sat moodily by the fire, pondering over all that I had heard, and revolv- ing in my mind the various incidents which might furnish me with some clue to the mystery. 43 CHAPTER V. HOW FOUR OF US CAME TO BE UNDER THB SHADOW OF CLOOMBER. I TRUST that my readers will not set me down as an inquisitive busybody when I say that as the days and weeks went by I found my atten- tion and my thoughts more and more attracted to General Heatherstoneand the mystery which surrounded him. It was in vain that I endeav- ored by hard work and a strict attention to the laird's affairs to direct my mind into some more healthy channel. Do what I would, on land or on the water, I would still find myself puzzling over this one question, until it obtained such a hold upon me that I felt that it was useless for me to attempt to apply myself to anything until I had come to some satisfactory solution of it. I could never pass the dark line of five-foot fencing and the great iron gate, with its massive lock, without pausing and racking my brain as to what the secret might be which was shut in by that inscrutable barrier. Yet with all my 44 conjectures and all my observations I could never come to any conclusion which could for a moment be accepted as an explanation of the facts. My sister had been out for a stroll one night, visiting a sick peasant, or performing some other of the numerous acts of charity by which she had made herself beloved by the whole countryside. "John," she said when she re- turned, " have you not observed Cloomber Hall at night?" " No," I answered, laying down the book which I was reading. " Not since that memor- able evening when the general and Mr. McNeil came over to make their inspection." " Well, John, will you put your hat on and take a little walk with me ?" I could see by her manner that something had agitated or frightened her. " Why, bless the girl !' cried I, boisterously, " what is the matter? The old hall has not gone on fire, surely ? You look as grave as if all Wigtown were in a blaze." " Not quite so bad as that," she said, smiling. " But do come out, Jack. I should very much like you to see it." I had always refrained from saying anything 45 which might alarm my sister, so that she knew nothing of the interest which our neighbors' doings had for me. At her request I took my hat and followed her out into the darkness. She led the way along a little footpath over the moor, which brought us to some rising ground, from which we could look down upon the Hall without our view being obstructed by any of the fir-trees which had been planted round it. " Look at that," said my sister, pausing at the summit of this little eminence. Cloomber lay beneath us in a blaze of light. In the lower floors the shutters obscured the illumination, but above, from the broad windows of the second story to the thin slits at the sum. mit of the tower there was not a chink or an aperture which did not send forth a stream of radiance. So dazzling was the effect that for a moment I was persuaded that the house was on fire, but the steadiness and clearness of the light soon freed me from that apprehension. It was clearly the result of ro.a^y lamps placed syste- matically all over the bu/Iding. It added to the strange effect that all tr.ese brilliantly illuminated rooms were apparently untenanted, and some of them, as far as we could judge, were not even fur- nished. Through the whole great house there 4 6 was no sign of movement or of life nothing but the clear, unwinking flood of yellow light. I was still lost in wonder at the sight when I heard a short, quick sob at my side. " What is it, Esther, dear ?" I asked, looking down at my companion. " I feel so frightened. Oh, John, John, take me home ; I feel so frightened !" She clung to my arm, and pulled at my coat in a perfect frenzy of fear. " It's all safe, darling," I said, soothingly. " There is nothing to fear. What has upset you 80?" " I am afraid of them, John; I am afraid of the Heatherstones. Why is their house lit up like this every night ? I have heard from others that it is always so. And why does the old man run like a frightened hare if any one comes upon him. There is something wrong about it, John, and it frightens me." I pacified her as welt as I could, and led her home with me, where I took care that she should have some hot port negus before going to bed. I avoided the subject of the Heatherstones for fear of exciting her, and she did not recur to it of her own accord. I was convinced, however, from what I had heard from her that she had for 47 some time back been making her own observa- tions upon our neighbors, and that in doing so she had put a considerable strain upon her nerves. I could see that the mere fact of the Hall being illuminated at night was not enough to account for her extreme agitation, and that it must have derived its importance in her eyes from being one in a chain of incidents, all of which had left a weird or unpleasant impression upon her mind. That was the conclusion which I came to at the time, and I have reason to know now that I was right, and that my sister had even more cause than I had myself for believing that there was something uncanny about the tenants of Cloom- ber. Our interest in the matter may have arisen at first from nothing higher than curiosity ; but events soon took a turn which associated us more closely with the fortunes of the Heather- stone family. Mordaunt had taken advantage of my invitation to come down to the laird's house, and on several occasions he brought with him his beautiful sister. The four of us would wander over the moors together ; or, perhaps, if the day were fine, set sail upon our little skiff and stand off into the Irish Sea. On such excursions the brother and sister would be as 4 8 merry and as happy as two children. It was a keen pleasure to them to escape from their dull fortress, and to see, if only for a few hours, friendly and sympathetic faces round them. There could be but one result when four young people were brought together in sweet, forbid- den intercouse. Acquaintanceship warmed into friendship, and friendship flamed suddenly into love. Gabriel sits beside me now as I write, and she agrees with me that, dear as is the subject to ourselves, the whole story of our mutual affec- tion is of too personal a nature to be more than touched upon in this statement. Suffice it to ?ay that, within a few weeks of our first meeting, Mordaunt Heatherstone had won the heart of my dear sister, and Gabriel had given me that pledge which death itselt will not be able to break. I have alluded in this brief way to the double tie which sprang up between the two families, because I have no wish that this narrative should degenerate into anything approaching to romance, or that I should lose the thread of the facts which I have set myself to chronicle. These are connected with General Heatherstone and only indirectly with my own personal history. It is enough if I say that after our engagement 49 the visits to Bntnksome became more frequent, and that our friends were able sometimes to spend a whole day with us when business had called the general to Wigtown, or when his gout confined him to his room. As to our good father, he was ever ready to greet us with many small jests appropriate to the occasion ; for we had no secrets from him, and he already looked upon us all as his children. There were times when on account of some peculiarly dark or restless fit of the general's it was impossible for weeks on end for either Gabriel or Mordaunt to get away from the grounds. The old man would even stand on guard at the avenue gate, or pace up and down the drive as though he suspected that attempts had been made to penetrate his seclusion. Pass- ing of an evening I have seen his dark, grim figure flitting about in the shadow of the trees, or caught a glimpse of his hard, angular face peering out at me from behind the bars. My heart would often sadden for him as I noticed his uncouth, nervous movements, his furtive glances and twitching features. Who would have be- lieved that this slinking, cowering creature had once been a dashing officer, who had fought the battles pf his country and had w*i the plm of 50 bravery among the host of brave men around him ? In spite of the old soldier's vigilance, we man- aged to hold communication with our friends. Immediately behind the Hall there was a spot where the fencing had been so carelessly erected that two of the rails could be removed without difficulty, leaving a broad gap, which gave us the opportunity for many a stolen interview, though they were necessarily short, for the gen- eral's movements were erratic, and no part of the grounds was secure from his visitations. How vividly one of these hurried meetings rises before me ! It stands out clear, peaceful and distinct amid the wild, mysterious incidents which were destined to lead up to the terrible catastrophe which has cast a shade over our lives. I can remember that as I walked through the fields the grass was damp with the rain of the morning, and the air was heavy with the smell of the fresh-turned earth. Gabriel was waiting for me under the hawthorn tree outside the gap, and we stood hand in hand looking down at the long sweep of moorland, and at the broad, blue channel which encircled it with its fringe of foam. Far away in the northwest the sun glinted upon the high peak of Mount Thros- ton. From where we stood we eoukl see the smoke of the steamers as they ploughed along the busy water-way which leads to Belfast. " Is it not magnificent?" Gabriel cried, clasp- ing her hands round my arm. "Ah, John, why are we not free to sail away over these waves together, and leave all our troubles behind us on the shore?" " And what are the troubles which you would leave behind you, dear one ?" I asked. " May I not know them, and help you to bear them?" " I have no secrets from you, John," she answered. " Our chief trouble is, as you may guess, our poor father's strange behavior. Is it not a sad thing for all of us that a man who has played such a distinguished part in the world should skulk from one obscure corner of the country to another, and should defend him- self with locks and barriers as though he were a common thief flying from justice ? This is a trouble, John, which it is out of your power to alleviate." " But why does he do it, Gabriel ?" I asked. " I cannot tell," she answered frankly. " I know only that he imagines some deadly danger to be hanging over his head, and that this dan- ger was incurred by him during his stay ip 5* India. What its nature may be I have no more idea than you have." " Then your brother has," I remarked. " I am sure from the way in which he spoke to me about it one day that he knows what it is, and that he looks upon it as real." " Yes, he knows, and so does my mother," she answered ; " but they have always kept it secret from me. My poor father is very excited at present. Day and night he is in an agony of apprehension, but it will soon be the 5th of October, and after that he will be at peace." "How do you know that?" I asked in sur- prise. " By experience," said she, gravely. " On the fifth of October these fears of his come to a crisis. For years back he has been in the habit of lock- ing Mordaunt and myself up in our rooms on that date, so that we have no idea what occurs ; but we have always found that he has been much relieved afterwards, and has continued to be comparatively in peace until that day began to draw round again." " Then you have only ten days or so to wait," I remarked, for September is drawing to a close. " By the way, dearest, why is it that you light up all your rooms at nighf c'"' 53 " You have noticed it, then ?" she said. It comes also from my father's fears. He does not like to have one dark corner in the whole house. He walks about a good deal at night, and in- spects everything, from the attics right down to the cellars. He has large lamps in every room and corridor, even the empty ones, and he or- ders the servants to light them all at dusk." " I am rather surprised that you manage to keep your servants," I said, laughing. " The maids in these parts are a superstitious class, and their imaginations are easily excited by any- thing which they don't understand." " The cook and both housemaids are from London, and are used to our ways. We pay them on a very high scale to make up for any inconvenience to which they may be put. Israel Stakes, the coachman, is the only one who comes from this part of the country, and he seems to be a stolid, honest fellow, who is not easily scared." " Poor fittle girl," I exclaimed, looking down at the slim, graceful figure by my side. " This is no atmosphere for you to live in. Why will you not let me rescue you from it? Why won't you allow me to go straight and ask the general for your hand ? At the worst he could only re- fuse." 54 She turned quite haggard and pale at the very thought. "For God's sake, John," she cried, earnestly, " do nothing of the kind. He would whip us all away in the dead of the night, and within a week we should be settling down again in some wilderness where we might never have a chance of seeing or hearing from you again. Besides, he never would forgive us for ventur- ing out of the grounds." " I don't think that he is a hard-hearted man," I remarked. " I have seen a kindly look in his eyes, for all his stern face." " He can be the kindest of fathers," she an- swered. " But he is terrible when opposed or thwarted. You have never seen him so, and I trust you never will. It was that strength of will and impatience of opposition which made him such a splendid officer. I assure you that in India every one thought a great deal of him. The soldiers were afraid of him, but they would have followed him anywhere." " And had he these nervous attacks then ?" " Occasionally ; but not nearly so acutely. He seems to think that the danger whatever it may be becomes more imminent every year. Oh, John, it is terrible to be waiting like this >rith a sword over our heads and all the more 55 terrible to me since 1 have no idea where the blow is to come from." " Dear Gabriel," I said, taking her hand and drawing her to my side, " look over all this pleasant country-side and the broad, blue sea Is it not all peaceful and beautiful? In these cottages with their red-tiled roofs peeping out from the grey moor, there live none but simple, God-fearing men, who toil hard at their crofts and bear enmity to no man. Within seven miles of us is a large town, with every civilized appli- ance for the preservation of order. Ten miles further there is a garrison quartered, and a tel- egram would at any time bring down a company of soldiers, Now, I ask you, dear, in the name of common sense, what conceivable danger could threaten you in this secluded neighbor- hood with the means of help so near? You as- sure me that the peril is not connected with your father's health ?" " No, I am sure of that. It is true that Dr. Easterling, of Stranraer, has been over to see him once or twice, but that was merely for some small indisposition. I can assure you that the danger is not to be looked for in that direc- tion." * Then I can assure you? said I, laughing, 56 " that there is no danger at all. It must be some strange monomania or hallucination. No other hypothesis will cover the facts." " Would my father's monomania account for the fact of my brother's hair being turned grey and my mother wasting away to a mere shadow?" " Undoubtedly," I answered. " The long-con- tinued worry of the general's restlessness and irritability would produce those effects on sensi- tive natures." " No, no," said she, shaking her head sadly ; " I have been exposed to his restlessness and ir- ritability, but they have had no such effect upon me. The difference between us lies in the fact that they know this awful secret and we do not." " My dear girl," said I, " the days of family apparitions and that kind of thing are gone. Nobody is haunted nowadays, so we can put that supposition out of the question. Having done so, what remains? There is absolutely no other theory which could even be suggested. Believe me, the whole mystery is that the heat of India has been too much for your poor father's brain." What she would have answered I cannot tell, for at that moment she gave a start as if some sound had fallen upon her ear. As she looked round apprehensively I suddenly saw her fea- tures become rigid and her eyes fixed and di- lated. Following the direction of her gaze, I felt a sudden thrill of fear pass through me as I perceived a human face surveying us from be- hind one of the trees a face every feature of which was distorted by the most malignant hatred and anger. Finding himself observed he stepped out and advanced towards us, when I saw it was none other than the general himself. His beard was all a-bristle with fury, and his deep- set eyes glowed from under their heavily-veined lids with a most sinister and demoniacal bright* CHAPTER VI. I MOW I CAME TO BE ENLISTED AS ONE OF THB GARRISON OF CLOOMBER. " To your room, girl !" he cried in a hoarse, harsh voice, stepping in between us and pointing authoritatively towards the house. He waited until Gabriel, with a last frightened glance at me, had passed through the gap, and then he turned upon me with an expression so murder- ous that I stepped back a pace or two, and tight* ened my grasp upon my oak stick. " You you " he sputtered, with his hand up to his throat, as though his fury were choking him. " You have dared to intrude upon my privacy ! Do you think I built this fence that all the vermin in the country might congregate round it 1 Oh, you have been very near your death, my fine fellow ! You will never be nearer until your time comes. Look at this!" He pulled a squat, thick pistol out of his bosom. * If you had passed through that gap and set foot on my land I'd have let daylight into you. 59 I'll have no vagabonds here ! I know how to treat gentry of that sort, whether their faces are black or white. " Sir," said I, " I meant no harm by coming here, and I do not know how I have deserved this extraordinary outburst. Allow me to ob- serve, however, that you are still covering me with your pistol, and that, as your hand is rather tremulous, it is more than possible that it may g*o off. If you don't turn the muzzle down i shall be compelled in self-defence to strike you over the wrist with my stick." " What the devil brought you here, then ?" he asked, in a more composed voice, putting his weapon back into his bosom. " Can't a gentle- man live quietly without your coming to peep and pry ? Have you no business of your own to look after, eh? And my daughter? how came you to know anything of her ? and what have you been trying to squeeze out of her? it wasn't chance that brought you here." " No," said I, boldly, " it was not chance which brought me here. I have had several opportunities of seeing your daughter and of appreciating her many noble qualities. We are engaged to be married to each other, and Icame up with the express intention of seeing her." 6o Instead of blazing into a fury, as I had expected, the general gave a long whistle ot astonishment, and then leaned up against the railings, laughing softly to himself. " English terriers are fond of playing with worms," he remarked at last. " When we used to bring them out to India they used to trot off into the jungle and begin sniffing at what they imagined to be worms there. But the worm turned out to be a venomous snake, and so poor doggy paid the penalty. I think you'll find yourself in a somewhat analogous position if YOU don't look out." " You surely don't mean to cast an aspersion upon your own daughter?" I said, .flushing with indignation. " Oh, Gabriel is all right," he answered, care- lessly. " Our family is not exactly one, however, which I should recommend a young tellow to marry into. And pray how is it that I was not informed of this snug little arrangement of yours ?'* " We were afraid, sir, that you might separ- ate us," I replied, feeling that perfect candor was the best policy under the circumstances. ' It is possible that we were mistaken. Before coming to any fina' decision I implore you to 01 remember that the happiness of both of us is at stake. It is in your power to divide our bodies, but our souls shall be forever united." " My good fellow," said the general, in a not unkindly tone, " you don't know what you are asking for. There is a gulf between you and any one of the blood of Heatherstone which can never be bridged over." All trace of anger had Vanished now from his manner, and given place to an air of somewhat contemptuous amuse. ment. My family pride took fire at his words. " The gulf may be less than you imagine," I said, coldly. " We are not clodhoppers because we live in this out-of-the-way place. I am of noble descent on one side, and my mother was a Buchan of Buchan. I assure you that there is no such disparity between us as you seem to Imagine." " You misunderstand me," the general an- Bwered. "It is on our side that the disparity lies. There are reasons why my daughter Gabriel should live and die single. It would not be to your advantage to marry her." " But surely, sir," I persisted, " I am the best judge of my own interests and advantages. Since you take this ground all becomes easy; 62 for I do assure you that the one interest which overrides all others is that I should have the woman I love for my wife. If this is your only objection to our match, you may surely give us your consent, for any danger or trial which I may incur in marrying Gabriel will not weigh with me one featherweight." " Here's a young bantam !" exclaimed the old soldier, smiling at my warmth. " It's easy to defy danger when you don't know what the danger is." " What is it, then ?" I asked, hotly. " There is no earthly peril that will drive me from Gabriel's side. Let me know what it is and test me." " No, no. That would never do," he answered with a sigh ; and then, thoughtfully, as if speak- ing his mind aloud: "He has plenty of pluck, and is a well-grown lad, too. We might do worse than make use of him." He went on I mumbling to himself with a vacant stare in his 1 eyes as if he had forgotten my presence. "Look here, West," he said, presently. " You'll excuse me if I spoke hastily a little time ago. It is the second time that I have had occasion to apologize to you for the same offense. It shan't occur again. I am rather over-particular, uo doubt, in my desire for com. 63 plete isolation; but I have good reasons fof insisting on the point. Rightly or wrongly, I have got it into my head that some day there might be an organized raid upon my grounds. If anything of the sort should occur I suppose I might reckon upon your assistance?" " With all my heart." " So that if ever you got a message such as 'Come up,' or even simply 'Cloomber!' you would know that it was an appeal for help and would hurry up immediately, even if it were in the dead of the night ?" " Most certainly I should," I answered. " But might I ask you what the nature of the danger is which you apprehend?" " There would be nothing gained by your knowing. Indeed, you would hardly under- stand it if I told you. I must bid you good-day now, for I have stayed with you too long. Re. member, I count upon you as one of the Cloom. ber garrison now." " One other thing, sir," I said, hurriedly, for he was turning away ; " I hope that you will not be angry with your daughter for anything which I have told you. It was for my sake that she kept it all secret from you." 41 All right," he said *h his cold, inscrutable 6 4 smile. " I am not such an ogre in the bosom of my family as you seem to think. As to this marriage question, I should advise you as a friend to let it drop altogether, but if that is im- possible I must insist that it stand over com- pletely for the present. It is impossible to say what unexpected turn events may take. Good- bye 1" He plunged into the wood and was quickly out of sight among the dense planta- tion. Thus ended this extraordinary interview, in which this strange man had begun by pointing a loaded pistol at my breast and had ended by partially acknowledging the possibility of my becoming his future son-in-law. I hardly knew whether to be cast down or elated over it. On the one hand, he was likely, by keeping a closer watch over his daughter, to prevent us from communicating as freely as we had done hith- erto. Against this there was the advantage of having obtained an implied consent to the renewal of my suit at some future date. On the whole, I came to the conclusion, as I walked thoughtfully home, that I had improved my posi- tion by the incident. But this danger this shadowy, unspeakable danger which appeared to rise up at very turn, and to hang day and night over the towers of Cloomber ! Rack my brain as I would I could not conjure up any solution to the prob- lem which was not puerile and inadequate. One fact struck me as being significant. Both the father and the son had assured me, independently of each other, that if I were told whai the peril was, I would hardly realize its significance. How strange and bizarre must the fear be which can scarce be expressed in intelligible language. I held up my hand in the darkness before I turned to sleep that night, and I swore that no power of man or devil should ever weaken my love for the woman whose pure heart I had had the good fortune to win. CHAPTER VII. OF CORPORAL RUFUS SMITH AND HIS COMING TC CLOOMBER. IN making this statement I have purposel) couched it in bald and simple language, for fear I should be accused of coloring my narrative for the sake of effect. If, however, I have told my story with any approach to realism, the reader will understand me when I say that by this time the succession of dramatic incidents which had occurred had arrested my attention and excited my imagination to the exclusion of all minor topics. How could I plod through the dull routine of an agent's work, or interest myself in the thatch of this tenant's bothy or the sails of that one's boat, when my mind was taken up by the chain of events which I have described, and was still busy seeking an explanation for them? Go where I would over the country-side I could see the square, white tower shooting out from among the trees, and beneath that tower this ill-fated family were watching and waiting, wait- ing and watching and for what ? That was still the question which stood like an impassable barrier at the end of every train of thought. Regarded merely as an abstract problem, this mystery of the Heatherstone family had a lurid fascination about it, but when the woman whom I loved a thousandfold better than I did myself proved to be so deeply interested in the solution, I felt that it was impossible to turn my thoughts to anything else until it had been finally cleared up. My good father had received a letter from the laird, dated from Naples, which told us that he had derived much benefit from the change, and that he had no intention of returning to Scotland for some time. This was satisfactory to all of us, for my father had found Branksome such au excellent place for study that it would have been a sore trial to him to return to the noise and tumult of a city. As to my dear sister and my- self, there were, as I have shown, stronger reasons still to make us love the Wigtownshire moors. In spite of my interview with the general or perhaps I might say on account of it I took occasion at least twice a day to walk towards Cloomber and satisfy myself that all was well there. He had begun by resenting my intrusion, 68 but he had ended by taking me into a sort of half confidence, and even by asking my assist- ance, so I felt that I stood upon a different foot- ing with him than I had done formerly, and that he was less likely to be annoyed by my presence. Indeed, I met him pacing round the inclosure a few days afterwards, and his manner towards me was civil, though he made no allusion to our former conversation. He appeared to be still in an extreme state of nervousness, starting from time to time, and gazing furtively about him. I hoped that his daughter was right in naming the fifth of October as the turning-point of his com- plaint, for it was evident to me, as I looked at his gleaming eyes and quivering hands, that a man could not live long in such a state of nervous tension. I found on examination that he had had the loose rails securely fastened so as to block up our former trysting-place, and though I prowled round the whole long line of fencing, I was unable to find any other place where an entrance could be effected. Here and there between chinks of the barrier I could catch glimpses of the Hall, and once I saw a rough-looking, middle- aged man standing at a window at the lower floor, whom I supposed to be Israel Stakes, the coachman. There was no sign, however, ot Gabriel or of Mordaunt, and their absence alarmed me. I was convinced that, unless they were under some restraint, they would have managed to communicate with my sister or my- self. My fears became more and more acute as day followed drfy without our seeing or hearing anything of them. One morning it was the second day of Octo- ber I was walking towards the Hall, hoping that I might be fortunate enough to learn some news of my darling, when I observed a man perched upon a stone at the side of the road. As I came nearer to him I could see that he was a stranger, and from his dusty clothes and dilap- idated appearance he seemed to have come from a distance. He had a great hunch of bread on his knee and a clasp knife in his hand, but he had apparently just finished his breakfast, for he brushed the crumbs off his lap and rose to his feet when he perceived me. Noticing the great height of the fellow, and that he still held his weapon, I kept well to the other side of the road, for I knew that destitution makes men desperate and that the chain which glittered on my waist- coat might be too great a temptation to him upon this lonely highway. I was confirmed in my TO fears when I saw him step out into the centre of the road and bar my progress. " Well, my lad," I said, affecting an ease which I by no means felt, " what can I do for you this morning?" The fellow's face was the color of mahogany with exposure to the weather, and he had a deep scar from the corner of his mouth to his ear, which by no means improved his appear- ance. His hair was grizzled, but his figure was stalwart, and his fur cap was cocked on one side so as to give him a rakish, semi-military appear- ance. Altogether, he gave me the impression of being one of the most dangerous types of tramp that I had ever fallen in with. Instead of replying to my question he eyed me for some time in silence, with sullen, yellow- shot eyes, and then closed his knife with a loud snick. "You're not a beak," he said; "too young for that, I guess. They had me in chokey at Paisley, and they had me in chokey at Wig- town, but by the living thunder if another of them lays a hand on me I'll make him remem- ber Corporai Rufus Smith ! It's a darned fine country this, where they won't give a man work and then lay him by the heels for having no vis- ible means of subsistence. * 71 " I am sorry to see an old soldier so reduced,** said I. " What corps did you serve in ?'* "H Battery, Royal Horse Artillery. Bad cess to the service and every one in it ! Here I am nigh sixty years of age, with a beggarly pen- sion of thirty-eight pound ten not enough to keep me in beer and baccy." " I should have thought thirty-eight pound ten a year would have been a nice help to you in your old age," I remarked. "Would you though?" he answered with a sneer, pushing his weather-beaten face forward until it was within a foot of my own. " How much d'ye think that slash with a tulwar is worth ? and my foot with all the bones rattling about like a bagful of dice? What's that worth, eh ? And a liver like a sponge, and ague when- ever the wind comes round to the east what's the market value of that ? Would you take the lot for a dirty forty pound a year would you now ?" " We are poor folk in this part of the country," I answered. " You would pass for a rich man down here." "They are simple folk and they have simple tastes," said he, drawing a black pipe from his pocket and stuffing it with tobacco. " I know 72 what good living is, and while I have a shilling in my pocket I like to spend it as a shilling should be spent. I've fought for my country, and my country has done darned little for me. I'll go to the Rooshians, so help me ! I could show them how to cross the Himalayas, so that it would puzzle either Afghans or British to stop 'em. What's that secret worth in St. Petersburg, I wonder !" " I'm ashamed to hear an old soldier speak so, even in jest," said I sternly. "Jest, indeed!" he cried, with a great oath. " I'd have done it years ago, if the Rooshians had been game to take it up. Skobeloff was the best of the bunch, but he's been snuffed out. However, that's neither here nor there. What I want to ask you is whether you've ever heard anything in this quarter of a man called Heatherstone, the same who used to be colonel of the 4ist Bengaless? They told me at Wig- town that he lived somewhere down this way." " He lives in that large house over there," said I, pointing to Cloomber Tower. "You'll find the avenue gate a little way down the road, but the general isn't over fond of visitors." The last part of my speech was lost upon Corporal Rufus Smith for the instant that I pointed out the gate he set off hopping down the road. His mode of progression was the most singular which I have ever seen, for he would only put his right foot to the ground once in every half-dozen strides, while he worked so, hard and attained such a momentum with the other limb that he got over the ground at an astonishing speed. I was so surprised that I stood in the roadway gazing after his hulking figure until the thought suddenly struck me that some serious result might come from a meeting between a man of such blunt speech and the choleric hot-headed general. I therefore fol- lowed him as he hopped along like some great, clumsy bird, and overtook him at the avenue gate, where he stood grasping the ironwork and peering through at the dark carriage drive beyond. " He's a sly old fox,** he said, looking round at me and nodding his head in the direction of the Hall. " He's a deep old dog. And that's his bungalow, is it, among the trees?" " That is his house," I answered ; " but I should advise you to keep a more civil tongue in your head if you intend to speak with the general. He is not a man to stand any non- sense." 94 " Right you are. He was always a hard nut to crack. But isn't this him coming down the avenue ?" I looked through the gate and saw that it was indeed the general, who having either seen us or been attracted by our voices, was hurrying down towards us. As he advanced he would stop from time to time and peer at us through the dark shadow thrown by the trees, as if he were irresolute whether to come on or no. " He's reconnoitering I" whispered my com- panion with a hoarse chuckle. " He's afraid and I know what he's afraid of. He won't ba caught in a trap if he can help it, the old un J He's about as fly as they make 'em, you bet !" Then suddenly standing on his tiptoes and wav- ing his hand through the bars of the gate, he shouted at the top of his voice, " Come on, my gallant commandant 1 Come on! The coast's clear, and no enemy in sight." This familiar address had the effect of reassur. ing the general, for he came right for us, though 1 could tell by his heightened color that his temper was at boiling point. " What, you here, Mr. West?" he said, as his eye fell upon me. " What is it you want, and why have you brought this fellow with you ?" 75 " I have not brought him with me, sir,** ) answered, feeling rather disgusted at being made responsible for the presence of the disrep utable-looking vagabond beside me. " I found him on the road here, and he desired to b< directed to you, so I showed him the way. 1 know nothing of him myself." "What do you want with me, then?" th general asked sternly, turning to my compan- ion. " If you please, sir," said the ex-corporal, speaking in a whining voice, and touching his moleskin cap with a humility which contrasted strangely with the previous rough independence of his bearing, " I'm an old gunner in the Queen's service, sir, and knowing your name by hearing it in India I thought that maybe you would take me as your groom or gardener, or give me any other place as happened to be vacant." " I am sorry that I cannot do anything for you, my man," the old soldier answered, impassively. "Then you'll give me a little just to help me on my way, sir," said the cringing mendicant. " You won't see an old comrade go to the bad for the sake of a few rupees. I was with Sale's brigade in the Passes, sir, and I was at the second taking of CabuL" General Heatherstone looked keenly at the supplicant, but was silent to his appeal. " I was in Ghuznee with you when the walls were all shook down by A* earthquake, and when we found forty thousand Afghans within gunshot of us. You ask me about it, and you'll see whether I'm lying or not. We went through all this when we were young, and now that we are old you are to live in a fine bungalow, and I am to starve by the roadside. It don't seem to me to be fair." " You are an impertinent scoundrel," said the general. " If you had been a good soldier you would never need to ask for help. I shall not give you a farthing." 41 One word more, sir," cried the tramp, for the other was turning away ; " I've been in the Tarada Pass." The old soilder sprang round as if the words had been a pistol-shot. " What what d'ye mean?" he stammered. " I've been in the Tarada Pass, sir, and I knew a man there called Ghoolab Shah." , These last words were hissed out in an under- tone, and a malicious grin overspread the face of the speaker. Their effect upon the general was extraordin- 77 ary. He fairly staggered back from the gate, way, and his yellow countenance blanched to a livid, mottled grey. For a moment he was too overcome to speak. At last he gasped out, " Ghoolab Shah ! who are you who know Ghoolab Shah ?" "Take another look," said the tramp; "your sight is not as keen as it was forty years ago." The general took a long, earnest look at the un- kempt wanderer in front of him, and as he gazed I saw the light of recognition spring up in his eyes. " God bless my soul !" he cried. " Why, it's Corporal Rufus Smith." "You've come on it at last," said the other, chuckling to himself. " I was wondering how long it would be before you knew me. And first of all just unlock this gate, will you? It's hard to talk through a grating. It's too much like ten minutes with a visitor in the cells." The general, whose face still bore evidences of his agitation, undid the bolts with nervous, trem- bling fingers. The recognition of Corporal Rufus Smith had, I fancied, been a relief to him, and yet he plainly showed by his manner that he regarded his presence as by no means an un- mixed blessing. " Why, corporal," he said, as the gate swung 78 open, " I have often wondered whether you wero dead or alive, but I never expected to see you again. How have you been all these long years ?" "How have I been?" the corporal answered gruffly. " Why I have been drunk for the most part. When I draw my money I lay it out in liquor, and as long as that lasts I get some peace in life. When I'm cleaned out I go upon a tramp, partly in the hope of picking up the price of a dram, and partly in order to look for you." " You'll excuse us talking about these private matters, West," the general said, looking round at me, for I was beginning to move away. " Don't leave us. You know something of this matter already, and may find yourself entirely in the swim with us some of these days." Corporal Rufus Smith looked round at me in blank astonishment. " In the swim with us !'* he said. " However did he get there?" " Voluntarily, voluntarily," the general ex- plained, hurriedly sinking his voice. " He isa neighbor of mine, and he has volunteered his help in case I should ever need it." This explanation seemed, if anything, to in- crease the big stranger's surprise. " Well, if that don't lick cock-fighting!" he exclaimed, con- 79 templating me with admiration. " 1 never heard tell of such a thing." " And now that you have found me, Corporal Smith," said the tenant of Cloomber, " what is it that you want of me?" " Why, everything ; I want a roof to cover me, and clothes to wear, and food to eat, and above all, brandy to drink." w Well, I'll take you in and do what I can for you," said the general, slowly. " But look here, Smith, we must have discipline. I'm the gen. eral and you are the corporal; I am the master and you are the man. Now don't let me have to remind you of that again." The tramp drew himself up to his full height and raised his right hand with the palm forward in a military salute. "I can take you on as gardener and get rid of the fellc tf I have got. As to brandy, you shall have an allowance and no more. We are not deep drinkers at the Hall." " Don't you take opium, or brandy, or nothing yourself, sir?" asked Corporal Rufus Smith. "Nothing," the general said, firmly. " Well, all I can say is, that you've got more nerve and pluck than I shall ever have. I don't wonder now at your winning that cross in the 8o Mutiny. If I was to go on listening night after night to them things without ever taking a drop of something to cheer my heart why, it would about drive me silly." General Heatherstone put his hand up, as though afraid that his companion might say too much. " I must thank you, Mr. West," he said, " for having shown this man my door. I would not willingly allow an old comrade, however humble, to go to the bad, and if I did not ac- knowledge his claim more readily it was simply because I had my doubts as to whether he was really what he represented himself. Just walk up to the Hall, corporal, and I shall follow you in a minute." " Poor devil !" he continued, as he watched the new-comer hobbling up the avenue in the un. gainly manner which I have described. " He got a 64-pound shot on his foot, and it crushed the bones, but the obstinate fool would not let the doctors take it off. I remember him now as a smart young soldier in Afghanistan. He and I were associated in some queer adventures, which I may tell you of some day, and I natu- rally feel sympathy towards him, and would be. friend him. Did he tell you anything about mo before I came ?" 81 * Not a word," I replied. "Oh," said the general, carelessly, but with an evident expression of relief. " I thought per. haps he might have said something of old times. Well, I must go and look after him, or the ser- vants will be frightened, for he isn't a beauty to look at. Good-bye !" With a wave of the hand the old man turned away from me and hurried up the drive after this unexpected addition to his household, while I strolled on round the high black paling, peering through every chink be- tween the planks, but without seeing a trace either of Mordaunt or of his sister. I have now brought this statement down to the coming of Corporal Rufus Smith, which will prove to be the beginning of the end. I have set down soberly and in order the events which brought us to Wigtownshire, the arrival of the Heatherstones at Cloomber, and many strange incidents which excited first our curiosity and finally our intense interest in that family, and I have briefly touched upon the circumstances which brought my sister and myself into a closer and more personal relationship with them. I think that there cannot be a better moment than this to hand the narrative over to those who had means <4 knowing something of |Phat was going 82 on inside Cloomber during the months that I was observing it from without. The evidence of the two individuals whose statements I shall now lay before the reader, does not, it is true, amount to very much, but there are a few nota- ble facts contained in It, and it corroborates and amplifies my own experience. Israel Stakes, the coachman, proved to be unable to read or write, but Mr. Mathew Clark, the Presbyterian minis- ter at Stoneykirk, has copied down his depos- ition, duly attested by the cross set opposite his name. The good clergyman has, I fancy, put some slight polish upon the narrator's story, which I rather regret, as it might have been more interesting, if less intelligible, when re- ported verbatim. It still preserves, however, considerable traces of Israel's individuality, and may be regarded as an exact record of what he saw and did while in General Heatherstone's service. CHAPTER VIII. STATEMENT OF ISRAEL STAKES. \1i**>ied and authenticated by the Reverend Mathew CfarJk, Presbyterian minister of Stoneykirk, in Wigtownshire.] MAISTER FOTHERGILL WEST and the meenister say that I maun tell all I can aboot General Heatherstone and his hoose, but that I maunna* say muckle aboot mysel' because the readers wouldna' care to hear aboot me or my affairs. am na sae sure o' that, for the Stakes is a family weel kenned and respecked on baith sides o' the border, and there's mony in Nithsdale and Annendale as would be gey pleased to hear news o' the son o* Archie Stakes, o' Ecclefechan, I maun e'en do as I'm tauld, however, for Mr. West's sake, hoping he'll no forget me when I chance to hae a favor tae ask.* I am no able tae write mysel' because my feyther sent me oot to scare craws instead o' sendin* me tae school, but on the ither hond he brought me up in the * The old rascal was well paid for his trouble, so he nee** not have made such a favor of it. J. F. W. preenciples and practise o* the real kirk o* the Covenant, for which may the Lord be praised ! It was last May twel'month that the factor body, Maister McNeil, cam' ower tae me in the street and speered whether I was in want o' a place as a coachman and gaird'ner. As it fell oot I chanced tae be on the look oot for some- thing o' the sort mysel' at the time, but I wasna* ower quick to let him see that I wanted it. " Ye can tak* it or leave it," says he sharp-like. " It's a guid place, and there's many would be glad o't. If ye want it ye can come up tae my office at twa the morn and put your ain ques- tions tae the gentleman." That was a' I could get frae him, for he's a close man and a hard one at a bargain which shall profit him leetle in the next life, though he lay by a store o' siller in this. When the day comes there'll be a hantle o* factors on the left hand o' the throne and I shouldna* be surprised if Maister McNeil found himsel' amang them. " Well, on the morn I gaed up to the office and there I foond the factor and a lang, thin, dour man wi* grey hair and a face as brown and crinkled as a walnut. He looked hard at me wi' a pair o' e'en that glowed ^ke twa spunks, and then he says, says he I 85 " You've been born in these pairts, I under, stan'?" " Aye," says I, " and never left them, neither." " Never been oot o' Scotland ?" he speers. "Twice to Carlisle fair," says I, for I am a man wha loves the truth ; and besides I kenned that the factor would mind my gaeing there, for I bargained for twa steers and a stirk that he wanted for the stockin* o* the Drumcleugh Fairm. " I learn frae Maister McNeil," says General Heatherstone for him it was and nane ither, "that ye canna* write." Na," says I. ' Nor read ?" " Na," says I. " It seems tae me," says he, turnin* tae the factor, " that this is the vera man I want. Ser- vants is spoiled noo-a-days," says he,"byower muckle eddication. I have nae doobt, Stakes, that ye will suit me well eneugh. Ye'll hae three pund a month and a' foond, but I shall resairve the right o' givin* ye twenty-four hoors* notice at any time. How will that suit ye ?" " It's vera different frae my last place," says I, discontented-like. And the words were true eneugh, for auld Fairmer Scott only gave me a pund a month and parritch twice a day. 86 " Weel, weel," says he, " maybe we'll gie ye a rise if ye suit. Meanwhile here's the hansel shillin' that Maister McNeil tells me it's the cus- tom tae give, and I shall expec' tae see ye at Cloomber on Monday," When the Monday cam' roond I walked oot tae Cloomber, and a great muckle hoose it is wi* a hunderd windows or mair, and space eneugh tae hide awa' half the parish. As tae gairdening there was no gairden for me tae work at, and the horse was never taken oot o' the stables frae week's end tae week's end. I was busy eneugh for a' that, for there was a deal o' fencing tae be put up and one thing or anither, forbye cleanin* the knives and brushin' the boots and such-like jobs as is mair fit for an auld wife than for a grown man. There was twa beside mysel' in the kitchen, the cook Eliza, and Mary the hoose- maid, puir, benighted things, baith o' them, wha had wasted a' their lives in Lunnon, and kenned leetle aboot the warld or the ways o' the flesh, I hadna* muckle tae say to them for they were simple folk wha could scarce understand English, and had hardly mair regard for their ain souls than the tods on the moor. When the cook said she didna' think muckle o' John Knox, and the ither that she wouldn't gie saxpence tae hear the dis- 87 course o' Maister Donald McSnaw o* the true kirk, I kenned it was time for me tae leave them tae a higher Judge. There was four in family, the general, my leddy, Maister Mordaunt and Miss Gabriel, and it wasna' lang before I found that a' wasna* just exactly as it should be. My leddy was as thin and as white as a ghaist, and many's the time as I've come on her and found her yammerin' and greetin' all by hersel'. I've watched her walkin' up and doon in the wood where she thought nane could see her and wringin' her bonds like one demented. There was the young gentleman tae and his sister they baith seemed to hae some trouble on their minds, and the general maist of a', for the ithers were up ane day and down anither ; but he was aye the same, wi'a face as dour and sad as a felon when he feels the tow roond his neck. I speered o' the hussies in the kitchen whether they kenned what was amiss wi' the family, but the cook she answered me back that it wasna' for her tae inquire into the affairs o' her superi- ors and that it was naething to her as long as she did her work and had her wages. They were puir, feckless bodies, the twa o' them, and would scarce gie an answer tae a ceevil question 88 though they could clack loud eneugh when they had a mind. Weel, weeks passed into months and a "things grew waur instead o' better in the Hall. The general he got mair nairvous, and his leddy mair melancholy every day, and yet there wasna' any quarrel or bickering between them, for when they've been together in the breakfast room I used often tae gang round and prune the rose tree alongside o' the window, so that I couldna* help hearin* a great pairt o' their con- versation, though sair against the grain. When the young folk were wi' them they would speak little, but when they had gone they would aye talk as if some waefu' trial were aboot to fa' upon them, though I could never gather from their words what it was that they were afeard o'. I've heard the general say mair than ance that he wasna' frighted o' death, or of any danger that he could face and have done wi', but that it was the lang, weary waitin* and the uncertainty that had taken a* the strength and the mettle oot o' him. Then my leddy would console him and tell him that maybe it wasna' as bad as he thought and that a' would come richt in the end but a' her cheery words were clean throwed away upon him. As tae th 8 9 young folk I kenned weel that they dinna* bide in the groonds, and that they were awa' when- ever they got a chance wi' Maister Fothergill West tae Branksome, but the general was too fu' o' his ain troubles tae ken aboot it, and it didna* seem tae me that it was pairt o* my du- ties either as coachman or as gaird'ner tae mind the bairns. He should have lairned that if ye forbid a lassie and a laddie to dae anything it's just the surest way o* bringin' it aboot. The Lord foond that oot in the gairdin o' Paradise, and there's no muckle change between the folk in Eden and the folk in Wigtown. There's ane thing that I havena* spoke aboot yet, but that should be set doon. The general didna' share his room wi' his wife, but slept a' alane in a chamber at the far end o' the hoose, as distant as possible frae every one else. This room was aye lockit when he wasna' in it, and naebody was ever allowed tae gang into it. He would raak' his ain bed, and red it up and dust it a* by himself, but he wouldna' so much as allow one o' us to set fut on the passage that led tae it. At nicht he would walk a' ower the hoose, and he had lamps hung in every room and corner, so that no pairt should be dark. Many's the time frae my room in the garret I've heard his fut- 90 steps comin' and gangin', comin' and gangin', doun one passage and up anither, frae midnight till cockcraw. It was weary wark to lie listenin' tae his clatter and wonderin' whether he was clean daft, or whether maybe he'd learned pagan and. idolatrous tricks oot in India, and that his conscience noo was like the worm which gnaw- eth and dieth not. I'd ha' speered frae him whether it wonldna* ease him to speak wi* the holy Donald McSnaw, but it might ha' been a mistake, and the general wasna* a man that you'd care tae mak' a mistake wi'. Ane day I was workin' at the grass border when he comes up and he says, says he, " Did ye ever have occasion tae fire a pistol, Israel?" "Godsakes!" says I, "I never had siccan a thing in my honds in my life." " Then you'd best not begfn noo," says he. "Every man tae his ain weepon," he says. " Now I warrant ye could dae something wi' a guid crab-tree cudgel !" "Aye, could I," I answered, blithely, "as weel as ony lad on the border." "This is a lonely hoose," says he, "and we might be molested by some rascals. It's weel tae be ready for whatever may come. Me and you and my son Mordaunt and Mr. Fothergill 9' West, of Branksome, who would come if he was required, ought tae be able tae show a bauld face what think ye?" " 'Deed, sir," I says, " feastin* is aye better than fechtin' but if ye'll raise me a pund a month, I'll no shirk my share o* either." " We won't quarrel ower that," says he, and agreed tae the extra twal' pund a year as easy as though it were as many bawbees. Far be itfrae me tae think evil, but I couldna' help surmisin* at the time that money that was so lightly pairted wi' was maybe no very honestly cam* by. " I'm no* a curious or a pryin* mun by nature, but I was sair puzzled in my aim mind tae tell why it was that the general walked aboot at nicht and what kept him frae his sleep. Well, a'e day I was cleanin* down the passages when my e'e fell on a great muckle heap o' curtains and auld cairpets and sic' like things that were piled away in a corner, no vera far frae the door o' the general's room. A' o' a sudden a thocht cam'intae my heid and I says tae mysel', " Israel, laddie," says I, " what's tae stop ye frae hidin' behind that this vera nicht and seein' the auld mun when he doesna'ken human e'e is on him r** The mair I thocht o't the mair seemple it 9 2 appeared, and I made up my mind tae put the idea intae instant execution. When the nicht cam' roond 1 tauld the women- folk that I was bad wi' the jawache, and would gang airly tae my room. I kenned fine when ance I got there that there was na chance o' ony one disturbin* me, so I waited a wee while, and then when a' was quiet, I slippit aft my boots and ran doun the ither stair until I cam' tae the heap o' auld clothes, and there I lay doun wi f one e'e peepin' through a kink and a' the rest covered up wi' a great ragged cairpet. There I bided as quiet as a rotten until the general passed me on his road tae bed, and a* was still in the house. My certie ! I wouldna' gang through wi' it again for a* the siller at the Union Bank o' Dumfries ! I canna think o't noo withoot feelin' cauld a' the way doun my back. It was just awfu' lyin' there in the deid silence, waitin' and waitin' wi' never a soond tae break the monotony, except the heavy tickin' o' an auld clock some* where doun the passage. First I would look doun the corridor in the one way, and syne I'd look doun in t'ither, but it aye seemed to me as though there was something coming up frae the side that I wasna' lookin' at. I had a cauld sweat on my broo and my hairt was beatin' twice tae 93 ttka tick o* the clock, and what feared me most of a' was that the dust frae the curtains and things was aye gettin' doun into my lungs and it was a' I could dae tae keep mysel' frae coughin'. God- sakes ! I wonder my hair wasna' grey wi' a' that I went through ! I wouldna' dae it again to be made Lord Provost o' Glasgie ! Well, it may have been twa o'clock in the mornin* or maybe a little mair, and I was just thinkin* that I wasna' tae see onything after a' and I wasna' very sorry neither when all o' a sudden a soond cam' tae my ears clear and distinct through the stillness o' the nicht. I've beenasked afore noo tae describe that soond, but I've aye foond that it's no' vera easy tae gie a clear idea o't, though it was unlike any other soond that ever I hearkened tae. It was a shairp ringin* clang, like what could be caused by flippin' the rim o' a wine glass, but it was far higher and thinner than that and had in it tae a kind o* splash, like the tingle o' a rain-drop intae a water- butt. In my fear I sat up amang my cairpets, like a puddock among gowan-leaves, and I list- ened wi* a' my ears. A' was still again noo, except for the dull tickin' o' the distant clock. Suddenly the soond cam* again, as clear, as shrill, as shairp as ever, and this time the general 94 heard It, for I heard him gie a kind o* groan, as a tired man might wha has been roosed oot o' his sleep. He got up frae his bed, and I could make oot a rustling noise, as though he were dressin' himsel', and presently his footfa' as he begun tae walk up and doun in his room. My sakes ! it didna tak' lang for me tae drap doun amang the cairpets again and cover mysel'ower! There I lay tremblin* in every limb, and sayin' as mony prayers as I could mind, \vi* my e'e still peepin' through the keek-hole, and fixed upon the door o' the general's room. I heard the rattle o' the handle presently, and the door swung slowly open. There was a licht burnin' in the room beyond, an' I could just catch a glimpse o' what seemed tae me like a row o' swords stuck alang the side o' the wa', when the general stepped oot and shut the door behind him. He was dressed in a dressin' goon, wi' a red smokin'-cap on his heid, and a pair o' slippers wi' the heels cut off and the taes turned up. For a moment it cam* into my heid that maybe he was walkin' in his sleep, but as he cam' towards me I could see the glint o' the licht in his e'en, and his face was a' twistin', like a man that's in sair dis- tress o' mind. On my conscience it gies me the shakes noo wheu I think o' his tall figure and his 95 yelley face comin'sae solemn and silent doun the lang, lone passage. I baud my breath and lay close watchin* him, but just as he cam' tae where I was my vera hairt stood still in my breast, for "ting!" lood and clear, within a yaird o' me cam the ringin', clangin' soond that I had a'ready hairkened tae. Where it cam* frae is mair than I can tell, or what was the cause o't. It might ha* been that the general made it, but I was sair puzzled tae tell hoo, for his honds were baith doun by his side as he passed me. It cam' frae his direction, certainly, but it appeared tae me tae come frae ower his heid ; but it was siccan a thin, eerie, high-pitched, uncanny kind o' soond that it wasna* easy tae say just exactly where it did come frae. The general tak* nae heed o't, but walked on and was soon ooto'sicht, and I didna* lose a minute in creepin'oot frae my hidin'placo and scamperin* awa* back tae my room, and if a* the bogies in the Red Sea were trapesin' up and doun the hale nicht through, I wud never put my heid oot again tae hae a glimpse o' them. I didna' say a word tae anybody aboot what I'd seen, but I made up my mind that I wudna* stay muckle langer at Cloomber Ha*. Four pund a month is a good wage, but it isna' enough tae pay a man for the loss 6 his peace o' mind, 9 6 and maybe the loss o* his soul as weel, for when the deil is abootye canna* tell what sort o' a trap he may lay for ye, and though they say that Providence is stronger than him, it's maybe as weel no to risk it. It was clear tae me that the gen- eral and his hoose were baith under some curse, and it was fit that that curse should fa* on them that had earned it, and no' on a righteous Presby- terian, wha had ever trod the narrow path. My hairt was sair for young Miss Gabriel for she was a bonnie and a winsome lassie but for a' that, I felt that my duty was tae mysel' and that I should gang forth, even as Lot ganged oot o' the wicked cities o' the plain. That awfu* cling- clang was aye dingin' in my lugs, and I couldrra* bear to be alane in the passages for fear o* hearin* it ance again. I only wanted a chance or an excuse tae gie the general notice, and tae gang back to some place where I could see Christian folk, and have the kirk within a stone-cast tae fa* back upon. But it proved to be ordained that instead o* my saying the word, it should come frae the general himsel'. It was a'e day aboot the end of September, I was comin' oot o' the stable, after giein' its oats tae the horse, when I seed a great muckle loon come hoppin* on ane leg wp the drive, mair like a big, ill-faured craw than a man. When I clapped my e'en on him I thocht that maybe this was ane of the rascals that the maister had been speakin* aboot, so withoot mair ado I fetched oot my bit stick with the in- tention o* tryin' it upon the limmer's heid. He seed me comin' towards him, and readin* my intention frae my look maybe, or frae the stick in my hand, he pu'ed oot a lang knife frae his pocket and swore wi' the most awfu' oaths that if I didna* stan* back he'd be the death o' me. Ma conscience, the words the chiel used was eneugh tae mak' the hair stand straight on your heid 1 I wonner he wasna' struck deid where he stood. We were still stanin* opposite each ither he wi' his knife and me wi' the stick- when the general he cam* up the drive and foond us. Tae my surprise he began tae talk tae the stranger as if he'd kenned him a* his days. " Put your knife in your pocket, corporal,'* says he. " Your fears have turned your brain." " Blood an' wounds 1" says the other. " He'd ha' turned my brain tae some purpose wi' that muckle stick o' his if I hadna* drawn my snicker- snee. You shouldna' keep siccan an auld sav- age on your premises." The maister he frooned and looked black at him as though he didna* relish advice comll* frae such a source. Then turnin' tae me, " You won't be wanted after to-day, Israel," he says; " you have been a guid servant and I ha' nae- thing tae complain of wi' ye, but circumstances have arisen which will cause me tae change my arrangements." " Vera guid, sir," says I. " You can go this evening," says he, " and you shall have an extra month's pay tae mak' up t'ye for this short notice." Wi' that he went intae the hoose, followed by the man that he ca'ed the corporal, and frae that day tae this I have never clapped e'en either on the ane or the ither. My money was sent oot tae me in an envelope, and havin' said a few pairtin' words tae the cook and the wench wi* reference tae the wrath tae come and the treasure that is richer than rubies, I shook the dust o' Cloomber frae my feet for ever. Maister Fothergill West says I maunna' ex- press an opeenion as tae what cam' aboot after- wards, but maun confine mysel' tae what I saw mysel'. Nae doobt he has his reasons for this and far be it frae me tae hint that they are no guid anes but I maun say this, that what hap- pened didna' surprise me. It was just as I ex- peckit, and so I said to Maister Donald McSnaw. 99 I've tanld ye a' aboot it noo, and I havena" a word tae add or tae withdraw. Tm muckle obleeged tae Maister Mathew Clairk for puttirT it a' doun in writin' for me, and if there's ony would wish tae speer onything mair o* me I'm well kenned and respeckit in Ecclefechan, and Maister McNeil, the factor o* Wigtown, can aye tell where I am tae be foond. CHAPTER IX. NARRATIVE OF JOHN EASTERLING, F.R.C.P. EDIN. HAVING given the statement of Israel Stakes in extenso, I shall now append a short memoran- dum from Dr. Easterling, now practising 1 at Stranraer. It is true that the doctor was only once within the walls of Cloomber during its tenancy by General Heatherstone, but there were some circumstances connected with this visit which made it valuable, especially when considered as a supplement to the experiences which I have just submitted to the reader. The doctor has found time amid the calls of a busy country practise to jot down his recollections, and I feel that I cannot do better than subjoin them exactly as they stand. I HAVE very much pleasure in furnishing Mr. Fothergill West with an account of my solitary visit to Cloomber Hall, not only on account of the esteem which I have formed for that gentle- 101 man ever since his residence at Branksome, but also because it is my conviction that the facts in the case of General Heatherstone are of such a singular nature that it is of the highest import, ance that they should be placed before the pub- lic in a trustworthy manner. It was about the beginning of September of the year before last, that I received a note from Mrs. Heatherstone, of Cloomber Hall, desiring me to make a professional call upon her husband, whose health, she said, had been for some time in a very unsatisfactory state. I had heard something of the Heatherstones and of the strange seclusion in which they lived, so that I was very much pleased at this opportunity of making their closer acquaintance, and lost no time in complying with her request. I had known the Hall in the old days of Mr. McVittie, the original proprietor, and I was astonished on arriving at the avenue gate to observe the changes which had taken place. The gate itself, which used to yawn so hospitably upon the road, was now barred and locked, and a high wooden fence with nails upon the top encircled the whole grounds. The drive itself was leaf-strewn and uncared for, and the whole place had a depressing air of neglect and decay. 102 I had to knock twice before a servant-maid opened the door and showed me through a dingy hall into a small room, where sat an elderly, care-worn lady, who introduced herself as Mrs. Heatherstone. With her pale face, her grey hair, her sad, colorless eyes and her faded silk dress, she was in perfect keeping with her melancholy surroundings. " You find us in much trouble, doctor," she said in a quiet, refined voice. " My poor hus- band has had a great deal to worry him, and his nervous system for a long time has been in a very weak state. We came to this part of the country in the hope that the bracing air and the quiet would have a good effect upon him. Instead of improving, however, he has seemed to grow weaker, and this morning he is in a high fever and a little inclined to be delirious. The children and I were so frightened that we sent for you at once. If you will follow me I will take you to the general's bedroom." She led the way down a series of corridors to the chamber of the sick man, which was situated in the extreme wing of the building. It was a carpetless, bleak-looking room, scantily furnished with a small truckle-bed, a campaigning chair, and a plain deal table, on which were scattered 103 numerous papers and books. In the centre ol this table there stood a large object of irregular outline which was covered over with a sheet of linen. Alt round the walls and in the corners were arranged a very choice and varied collec- tion of arms, principally swords, some of which were of the straight pattern in common use in the British army, while among the others were scimitars, tulwars, cuchurries, and a score of other specimens of Oriental workmanship. Many of these were richly mounted with inlaid sheaths and hilts sparkling with precious stones, so that there was a piquant contrast between the simplicity of the apartment and the wealth which glittered on the walls. I had little time, however, to observe the general's collection, since the general himself lay upon his couch and was evidently in sore need of my services. He was lying with his head turned half away from us, breathing heavily, and apparently unconscious of our presence. His bright, star, ing eyes and the deep, hectic flush upon his cheek showed that his fever was at its height. I advanced to the bedside, and, stooping over him, I placed my fingers upon his pulse, when immediately he sprang up into the sitting posi- tion and struck at me frenziedly with his clenched hands. I have never seen such intens- ity of fear and horror stamped upon a human face as appeared upon that which was now glar- ing up at me. "Bloodhound!" he yelled; "let me go let me go, I say I Keep your hands oft me. Is it not enough that my life has been ruined ? When is it all to end? How long am I to endure it? H * Hush, dear, hush 1" said his wife in a sooth, ing voice, passing her cool hand over his heated forehead. " This is Doctor Easterling, from Stranraer. He has not come to harm you, but to do you good." The general dropped wearily back upon his pillow, and I could see by the changed expres- sion of his face that the delirium had left him and that he understood what had been said. I slipped my clinical thermometer into his armpit and counted his pulse rate. It amounted to 120 per minute, and his temperature proved to be 104 degrees. Clearly it was a case of remittent fever, such as occurs in men who have spent a great part of their lives in the tropics. " There is no danger," I remarked. With a little quinine and arsenic we shall very soon overcome the attack and restore his health." " No danger, eh 1" he said. " There never is 10$ any danger for me. I am as hard to kill as the Wandering Jew. I am quite clear in the head now, Mary ; so you may leave me with the doctor." Mrs. Heatherstone left the room rather un- willingly, as I thought and I sat down by the bedside to listen to anything which my patient might have to communicate. " I want you to examine my liver," he said, when the door was closed. " I used to have an abscess there, and Brodie, the staff-surgeon, said that it was ten to one that it would carry me off. I have not felt much of it since I left the East. This is where it used to be, just under the angle of the ribs." " I can find the place," said I, after making a careful examination ; " but I am happy to tell you that the abscess has either been entirely absorbed or has turned calcareous, as these solitary ab- scesses will. There is no fear of its doing you any harm now." He seemed to be by no means overjoyed at the intelligence. " Things always happen so with me,'* he said, moodily. " Now, if another fellow was feverish and delirious he would surely be in some danger; and yet you will tell me that I am in none. Look io6 at this, now.*' He bared his chest and showed me a puckered wound over the region of the heart. " That's where the Jezail bullet of a hill man went in. You would think that was in the right spot to settle a man ; and yet what does it do but glance upon a rib, and go clean round and out at the back, without so much as penetrating what you medicos call the pleura. Did ever you hear of such a thing?" " You were certainly born under a lucky star," I observed with a smile. "That's a matter of opinion," he answered, shaking his head. ' Death has no terrors for me, if it will but come in some familiar form ; but I confess that the anticipation of some strange, some preternatural form of death, is very terrible and unnerving " "You mean," said I, rather puzzled at his remark, " that you would prefer a natural death to a death by violence." " No, I don't mean that exactly," he answered. " I am too familiar with cold steel and lead to be afraid of either. Do you know anything about odyllic force, doctor ?" " No, I do not," I replied, glancing sharply at him to see if there were any signs of his delirium returning. 107 His expression was intelligent, however, and the feverish flush had faded from his cheeks. " Ah, you western scientific men are very much behind the day in some things," he re- marked. " In all that is material and conducive to the comfort of the body you are pre-eminent, but in what concerns the subtle forces of nature and the latent powers of the human spirit, your best men are centuries behind the humblest coolies of India. Countless generations of beef- eating, comfort-loving ancestors have given our animal instincts the command over our spiritual ones. The body, which should have been a mere tool for the use of the soul, has now become a degrading prison in which it is confined. The Oriental soul and body is not so welded together as ours is, and there is far less wrench when they part in death." " They do not appear to derive much benefit from this peculiarity in their organization," I remarked, incredulously. " Merely the benefit of superior knowledge/* the general answered. " If you were to go to India, probably the very first thing you would see in the way of amusement would be a native doing what is called the mango trick Of course you have heard or read of it. The fellow plants io6 a mango seed and makes passes over it until it sprouts and bears leaves and fruit all in the space of half an hour. It is not really a trick it is a power. These men know more than your Tyndalls or Huxleys do about Nature's pro- cesses, and they can accelerate or retard her workings by subtle means, of which we have no conception. These low-caste conjurros as they are called are mere vulgar dabblers, but the men who have trod the higher path, the brethren of the Ragi-zog, are far more our superiors in knowledge than we are of the Hottentots or Patagonians." " You speak as if you were well acquainted with them," I remarked. " To my cost, I do," he answered. " I have been brought in contact with them in a way in which I trust no other poor devil ever will be. But, really, as regards odyllic force you ought to know something of it, for it has a great future before it in your profession. You should read Reichenbach's ' Researches on Magnetism and Vital Force/ and Gregory's ' Letters on Animal Magnetism.' These supplemented by the twenty- seven Aphorisms of Mesmer, and the works of Dr. Justinus Kerner, of Weinsberg, would enlarge your ideas.'* 109 I did not particularly relish having a course of reading prescribed for me on a subject connected with my own profession, so I made no comment, but rose to take my departure. Before doing so I felt his pulse once more, and found that the fever had entirely left him, in the sudden, unac- countable fashion which is peculiar to these malarious types of disease. I turned my face towards him to congratulate him upon his im. provement, and stretched out my hand at the same time to pick my gloves from the table, with the result that I raised not only my own property, but also the linen cloth which was arranged over some object in the centre. I might not have noticed what I had done had I not seen an angry look upon the invalid's face and heard him utter an impatient exclamation. I at once turned, and replaced the cloth so promptly that I should have been unable to say what was underneath it, beyond having a general impression that it looked like a bride-cake. " All right, doctor," the general said good- humoredly, perceiving how entirely accidental the incident was. " There is no reason why you should not see it," and stretching out his hand, he pulled away the linen covering for the second time. I then perceived that what I had taken I to I for a bride-cake was really an admirably executed model of a lofty range of mountains, whose snow-clad peaks were not unlike the familiar sugar pinnacles and minarets. " These are the Himalayas, or at least the Surinam branch of them," he remarked, " show- ing the principal passes between India and Afghanistan. It is an exellent model. This ground has a special interest for me, because it is the scene of my first campaign. There is the pass opposite Kalabagh and the Thul valley, where I was engaged during the summer of 1841, in protecting the convoys and keeping the Afridis in order. It wasn't a sinecure I promise you." " And this," said I, indicating a blood-red spot which had been marked on one side of the pass which he had pointed out " this is the scene of some fight in which you were engaged." ." Yes, we had a skirmish there," he answered, leaning forward and looking at the red mark. " We were attacked by " At this moment he fell back upon his pillow as if he had been shot, while the same look of horror came over his face which I had observed when I first entered the room. At the same instant there came, apparently from the air immediately above Ill his bed, a sharp, ringing, tinkling sound, which I can only compare to the noise made by a bicycle alarm, though it differed from this in having a distinctly throbbing character. I have never, before or since, heard any sound which could be confounded with it. I stared round in astonishment, wondering where it could have come from, but without perceiving anything to which it could be ascribed. " It's all right, doctor," the general said, with a forced smile. " It's only my private gong. Perhaps you had better step downstairs and write my prescription in the dining-room. He was evidently anxious to get rid of me ; so I was forced to take my departure, though I would gladly have stayed a little longer, in the hope of learning something as to the origin of the mysterious sound. I drove away from the house with the full determination of calling again upon my interesting patient, and endeavor- ing to elicit some further particulars as to his past life and his present circumstances. I was destined, however, to be disappointed ; for I received that very evening a note from the gen- eral himself, inclosing a handsome fee for my single visit, and informing me that my treatment had done him so much Ejood that he considered 113 himself to be convalescent, and would not trouble me to see him again. This was the last and the only communication which I ever received from the tenant of Cloomber. I have been frequently asked by neighbors and others who were interested in the matter, whether he gave me the impression of insanity. To this I must unhesitatingly answer in the neg- ative. On the contrary his remarks gave me the idea of a man who had both read and thought deeply. I observed, however, during our single interview, that his reflexes were feeble, his arcus senilis well-marked, and his arteries atheroma- tous all signs that his constitution was in an unsatisfactory condition, and that n sudden crisis might be apprehended. CHAPTER X. OF THE LETTER WHICH CAME FROM THE HALI, Having thrown this side-light upon my nar- rative, I can now resume the statement of my own personal experiences. These I had brought down, as the reader will doubtless remember, to the date of the arrival of the savage-looking wanderer who called himself Corporal Rufus Smith. This incident occurred about the close of the month of September, and I find upon a comparison of dates that Dr. Easterling's visit to Cloomber preceded it by three weeks or more. During all this time I was in sore dis- tress of mind, for I had never seen anything cither of Gabriel or of her brother since the interview in which the general had discovered the communication which was kept up between us. I had no doubt that some sort of restraint had been placed upon them ; and the thought that we had brought trouble on their heads was a bitter one both to my sister and myself. Our anxiety, however, was considerably miti- 114 gated by the receipt, a couple of days after my last talk with the general, of a note from Mor- daunt Heatherstone. This was brought us by a little ragged urchin, the son of one of the fisher, men, who informed us that it had been handed to him at the avenue gate by an old woman who, I expect, must have been the Cloomber cook. " My dearest friends," it ran, " Gabriel and I have grieved to think how concerned you must be at having neither heard from or seen us. The fact is that we are compelled to remain in the house. And this compulsion is not physical but moral. Our poor father, who gets more and more nervous every day, has entreated us to promise him that we will not go out until after the 5th of October, and to allay his fears we have given him the desired pledge. On the other hand, he has promised us that alter the 5th that is, in less than a week we shall be as free as air to come or go as we please ; so we have something to look forward to. Gabriel says that she has explained to you that the gov- ernor is always a changed man after this par- ticular date, on which his fears reach a crisis. He apparently has more reason than usual this year to anticipate that trouble is brewing for this unfortunate family, for I have never known him to take so many elaborate precautions or appear so thoroughly unnerved. Who would ever think, to see his bent form and his shak- ing hands, that he is the same man who used some few short years ago to shoot tigers on foot among the jungles of the Terai, and would l^ugh at the more timid sportsmen who sought the protection of their elephant's howdah ? You know that he has the Victoria Cross, which he won in the streets of Delhi, and yet here he is shivering with terror and starting at every noise, in the most peaceful corner of the world. Oh, the pity of it, West ! Remember what I have already told you that it is no fanciful or imaginary peril, but one which we have every reason to suppose to be most real. It is, however, of such a nature that it can neither be averted nor can it profitably be ex- pressed in words. If all goes well, you will see us at Branksome on the 6th. With our fondest love to both of you, I am ever, my dear friends, your attached MORDAUNT." This letter was a great relief to us as letting us know that the brother and sister were under no physical restraint ; but our powerlessness and inability even to comprehend what the danger was which threatened those whom we had come to love better than oursevives was little short of maddening. Fifty times a day we asked our- selves and asked each other from what possible quarter this peril was to be expected ; but the more we thought of it the more hopeless did any solution appear. In vain we combined our experiences and pieced together every word which had fallen from the lips of any inmate of Cloomber which might be supposed to bear di- rectly or indirectly upon the subject. At last, weary with fruitless speculation, we were fain to try and drive the matter from our thoughts, consoling ourselves with the reflection that in a few more days all restrictions would be removed, and we should be able to learn from our friends' own lips. Those few intervening days, how- ever, would, we feared, be dreary, long ones. And so they would, had it not been for a new and most unexpected incident, which diverted our minds from our own troubles and gave them something fresh with which to occupy thenv selves. CHAPTER XI. OF THE CASTING AWAY OF THE BARK " BELINDA." OCTOBER had broken auspiciously with a bright sun and a cloudless sky. There had in the morning been a slight breeze, and a few little white wreaths of vapor drifted here and there like the scattered feathers of some gigantic bird ; but as the day wore on, such wind as there was fell completely away, and the air became close and stagnant. The sun blazed down with a degree of heat which was remarkable so late in the season, and a shimmering haze lay upon the upland moors and concealed the Irish mountains on the other side of the Channel. The sea itself rose and fell in a long, heavy, oily roll, sweeping slowly landward, and breaking sullenly with a dull, monotonous booming upon the rock-girt h ore. To the inexperienced all seemed calm and peaceful, but to those who are accustomed to read Nature's warnings there was a dark menace in air and sky and sea. My sister and I walked out in the afternoon, sauntering slowly along the margin of the great, sandy spit which shoots out into the Irish Sea, flanking upon one side the magnificent Bay of Luce, and on the other the more obscure inlet of Kirkmaiden, on the shores of which the Branksome property is situated. It was too sultry to go far ; so we soon seated our- selves upon one of the sandy hillocks, over- grown with faded grass-tufts, which extend along the coast-line, and which form Nature's dykes against the encroachments of the ocean. Our rest was soon interrupted by the scrunching of heavy boots upon the shingle ; and Jamieson, the old man-o'-war's man whom I have already had occasion to mention, made his appearance, with the flat, circular net upon his back which he used for shrimp-catching. He came towards us upon seeing us, and said in his rough, kindly way that he hoped we would not take it amiss if he sent us up a dish of shrimps for our tea at Brank- some. " I aye make a good catch before a storm," he remarked. " You think there is going to be a storm, then ?" I asked. "Why, even a marine could see that," he an, wered, sticking a great wedge of tobacco into H 9 his cheek. " The moors over near Cloomber are just white wi' gulls and kittiwakes. What d'ye think they come ashore for except to es- cape having all the feathers blown out o' them ? I mind a day like this when I was wi' Charlie Napier off Cronstadt. It well nigh blew us un- der the guns of the forts, for all our engines and propellers." " Have you ever known a wreck in these parts ?" I asked. " Lord love ye, sir, it's a famous place for Wrecks. Why, in that very bay down there two o' King Philip's first-rates foundered wi' all hands in the days o' the Spanish war. If that sheet o* water and the Bny o' Luce round the corner could tell their ain tale they'd have a gey lot to speak of. When the Jedgment Day comes round that water will be just bubbling wi' the number o* folks that will b coming up frae the bottom." " I trust that there will be no wreck? while we are here," said Esther, earnestly. The old man shook his griziled head and looked distrustfully at the hazy hon'zon. " If it blows from the west," he said, " some o' these sailing ships may find it no /oke to be caught without sea-room in the North Ch?pnel 120 There's that bark out there I daresay her maister would be glad enough to find himself safe in the Clyde." " She seems to be absolutely motionless," I re- marked, looking at the vessel in question, whose black hull and gleaming sails rose and fell slowly with the throbbing of the giant pulse beneath her. " Perhaps, Jamieson, we are wrong, and there will be no storm after all." The old sailor chuckled to himself with an air of superior knowledge, and shuffled away with his shrimp-net, while my sister and I walked slowly homeward through the hot and stagnant air. I went up to my father's study to see if the old gentleman had any instructions as to the es- tate, for he had become engrossed in a new work upon Oriental literature, and the practical man. agement of the property had in consequence de- volved entirely upon me. I I found him seated at his square library table, which was so heaped with books and papers that nothing of him was visible from the door except a tuft of white hair. ' My dear son," he said to me as I entered, " it is a great grief to me that you are not more conversant with Sanscrit. When I was your age, I could converse not only in that noble language, but also in the 121 Tamulic, Lohitic, Gangelic, Taic, and MalaJc dialects, which are all offshoots from the Turan- ian branch." " I reget extremely, sir," I answered, " that I have not inherited your wonderful talents as a polyglot." " I have set myself a task," he explained, 44 which, if it could only be continued from generation to generation in our own family until it was completed, would make the name of West immortal. This is nothing less than to publish an English translation of the Buddhist Djarmas, with a preface giving an idea of the position of Brahminism before the coming of Sakyamuni. With diligence it is possible that I might be able myself to complete part of the preface before I die." "And pray, sir,*' I asked, "how long would the whole work be when it was finished ?" "The abridged edition in the Imperial Library of Pekin," said my father, rubbing his hands together, " consists of 325 volumes of an average weight of five pounds. Then the preface, which must embrace some account of the Rig-veda, the S^ma-veda, the Yagur-veda and the Atharva- veda, with the Brahmanas, could hardly be completed in less than ten volumes. Novr if 122 we apportion one volume to each year there !s every prospect of the family coming to an end of its task about the date 2250, the twelfth genera, tion completing the work, while the thirteenth might occupy itself upon the index." " And how are our descendants to live, sir," I asked with a smile, "during the progress of this great undertaking ?" " That's the worst of you, Jack," my father cried, petulantly. " There is nothing practical about you. Instead of confining your attention to the working out of my noble scheme, you begin raising all sorts of absurd objections. It is a mere matter of detail how our descendants live, so long as they stick to the Djarmas. Now I want you to go up to the bothy of Fergus McDonald and see about the thatch, and Willie Fullerton has written to say that his milk-cow is bad. You might look in upon your way and ask after it." I started off upon my errands, but before doing so I took a look at the barometer upon the wall. The mercury had sunk to the phenomenal point of twenty-eight inches. Clearly the old sailor had not been wrong in his interpretation of Nature's signs. As I returned over the moors in the evening the wind was blowing in short, 123 angry puffs, and the western horizon was heaped with sombre clouds which stretched their long, ragged tentacles right up to the zenith. Against their dark background one or two livid, sulphur, colored splotches showed up malignant and menacing, while the surface of the sea had changed from the appearance of burnished quicksilver to that of ground glass. A low, moaning sound rose up from the ocean as if it knew that trouble was in store for it. Far out in the Channel I saw a single panting, eager steam-vessel making its way to Belfast Lough, and the large bark which I had observed in the morning still beating about in the offing, endeavoring to pass to the northward. At nine o'clock a sharp breeze was blowing; at ten it had freshened into a gale ; and before midnight the most furious storm was raging which I can remember upon that weather-beaten coast. I sat for some time in our small, oak-panelled sitting-room listening to the screeching and howling of the blast and to the rattle of the gravel and pebbles as they pattered against the window. Nature's grim orchestra was playing its world-old piece with a compass which ranged from the deep diapason of the thundering surge to the thin shriek of the scattered shingle and 124 the keen piping of frightened sea birds. One* for an instant I opened the lattice window, but a gust of wind and rain came blustering through, bearing with it a great sheet of sea-weed, which flapped down upon the table. It was all I could do to close it again in the face of the blast. My sister and my father had retired to their rooms, but my thoughts were too active for sleep, so I continued to sit and to smoke by the smoldering fire. What was going on in^ the Hall now, I wondered? What did Gabriel think of the storm, and how did it affect the old man who wandered about in the night ? Did he welcome these dread forces of nature as being of the same order of things as his own tumultuous thoughts? It was only four days now from the date which I had been assured was to mark a crisis in his fortunes. Would he regard this sudden tempest as being in any way connected with the myste- rious fate which threatened him ? Over all these things and many more I pondered as I sat by the glowing embers until they died gradually ut, and the chill night air warned me that it was time to retire. I may have slept a couple of hours when I was awoke by some one tugging furiously at my shoulder. Sitting up in bed, I saw by the dim 125 light that my father was standing half clad by my bedside, and that it was his grasp which I felt on my night-shirt. " Get up, Jack, get up !" he was crying ex- citedly. " There's a great ship ashore in the bay, and the poor folk will all be drowned. Come down, my boy, and let us see what we can do." The good old man seemed to be nearly beside himself with excitement and impatience. I sprang from my bed, and was huddling on a few clothes, when a dull, booming sound made itself heard above the howling of the wind and the thunder of the breakers. " There it is again !" cried my father. " It is their signal gun, poor creatures ! Jamieson and the fishermen are below. Put your oilskin coat on and the Glengarry hat. Come, come, every second may mean a human life !" We hurried down together and made our way to the beach, accompanied by a dozen or so of the inhabitants of Branksome. The gale had increased rather than moderated, and the wind screamed all round us with an infernal clamor. So great was its force that we had to put our shoulders against it, and bore our way through it, while the sand and gravel tingled up against our faces. There was just 126 light enough to make out the scudding clouds and the white gleam of the breakers, but beyond that all was absolute darkness. We stood ankle deep in the shingle and seaweed, shading our eyes with our hands and peering out into the inky obscurity. It seemed to me as I listened that I could hear human voices loud in entreaty and terror, but amid the wild turmoil of nature it was difficult to distinguish one sound from another. Suddenly, however, a light glimmered in the heart of the tempest, and next instant the beach and sky and wide tossing bay were bril- liantly illuminated by the wide glare of a signal light. She lay on her beam ends right in the centre of the terrible Hansel reef, hurled over to such an angle that I could see all the planking of her deck. I recognized her at once as being the same three-masted bark which I had observed in the Channel in the morning, and the Union Jack which was nailed upside down to the jagged stump of her mizzen proclaimed her nationality. Every spar and rope and writhing piece of cordage showed up hard and clear under the livid light which sputtered and flickered from the highest portion of the fore- castle. Beyond the doomed ship out of the 127 great darkness came the long, rolling linei of black waves, never ending, never tiring, with a petulant tuft of foam here and there upon their crests. Each as it reached the broad circle of unnatural light appeared to gather strength and volume and to hurry on more impetuously until with a roar and a jarring crash it sprang upon its victim. Clinging to the weather shrouds we could distinctly see ten or a dozen frightened seamen, who, when the light revealed our pres- ence, turned their white faces towards us and waved their hands imploringly. The poor wretches had evidently taken fresh hope from our presence, though it was clear that their own boats had either been washed away or so damaged as to render them useless. The sailors who clung to the rigging were not, however, the only unfortunates aboard. On the breaking poop there stood three men who appeared to be both of a different race and nature from the cowering wretches who im- plored our assistance. Leaning upon the shattered taffrail they seemed to be conversing together as quietly and unconcernedly as though they were unconscious of the deadly peril which surrounded them. As the signal light flickered over them we could see from the shore that 128 these immutable strangers wore red fezes, and that their faces were all of a swarthy, large- featured type, which proclaimed an eastern origin. There was little time, however, for us to take note of such details. The ship was breaking rapidly, and some effort must be made to save the poor, sodden group of humanity who implored our' assistance. The nearest lifeboat was in the Bay of Luce, ten long miles away, but here was our own broad, roomy craft upon the shingle, and plenty of brave fisher lads to form a crew. Six of us sprang to the oars, the others pushed us off, and we fought our way through the swirling, raging waters, staggering and recoiling before the great, sweeping billows, but still steadily decreasing the distance between the bark and ourselves. It seemed, however, that our efforts were fated to be in vain. As we mounted upon a surge I saw a giant wave, topping all the others, and coming after them like a driver following a flock, sweep down upon the vessel, curling its great, green arch over the breaking deck. With a rending, riving sound the ship split in two, where the terrible serrated back of the Hansel reef was sawing into her keel. The after-part with the broken mizzen and the three Orientals lank backwards into deep water and vanished, while the fore-half oscillated helplessly about, retaining its precarious balance upon the rocks. A wail of fear went up from the wreck and was echoed from the beach, but by the blessing- of Providence she kept afloat until we made our way under her bowsprit and rescued every man of the crew. We had not got half way upon our return, however, when another great wave swept the shattered forecastle off the reef, and extin- guishing the signal light, hid the wild denouement from our view. Our friends upon the shore were loud in con. gratulation and praise, nor were they backward in welcoming and comforting the castaways. They were thirteen in all, as cold and cowed a Bet of mortals as ever slipped through Death's fingers, save indeed their captain, who was a hardy, robust man, and who made light of the affair. Some were taken off to this cottage and some to that, but the greater part came back to Branksome with us, where we gave them such dry clothes as we could lay our hands on, and served them with beef and beer by the kitchen fire. The captain, whose name was Meadows, compressed his bulky form into a suit of my own, and came down to the parlor, where he mixed himself some grog and gave my father and myself an account of the disaster. " If it hadn't been for you, sir, and your brave fellows," he said, smiling across at me, " we should be ten fathom deep by this time. As to the ' Belinda/ she was a leaky old tub and well insured, so neither the owners nor I are likely to break our hearts over her." " I am afraid," said my father, sadly, " that we shall never see your three passengers again. I have left men upon the beach in case they should be washed up, but I fear it is hopeless. I saw them go down when the vessel split, and no man could have lived for a moment among that terri- ble surge." "Who were they?" I asked. "I could not have believed that it was possible for men to appear so unconcerned in the face of such imminent peril." " As to who they are or were," the captain answered, puffing thoughtfully at his pipe," that is by no means easy to say. Our last port was Kurrachee, in the north of India, and there we took them aboard as passengers for Glasgow. Ram Singh was the name of the younger, and it is only with him that I have come in contact, but they all appeared to be quiet, inoffensive gentlemen. I never inquired their business, but I should judge that they were Parsee merchants from Hyderabad, whose trade took them to Europe. I could never see why the crew should fear them, and the mate, too ; he should have had more sense." " Fear them !" I ejaculated in surprise. " Yes, they had some preposterous idea that they were dangerous shipmates. I have no doubt if you were to go down into the kitchen now, you would find that they are all agreed that our passengers were the cause of the disaster." As the captain was speaking, the parlor door opened, and the mate of the bark, a tall, red- bearded sailor, stepped in. He had obtained a complete rig-out from some kind-hearted fisher- man, and looked in his comfortable jersey and well-greased sea-boots a very favorable specimen of a shipwrecked mariner. With a few words of grateful acknowledgment of our hospitality he drew a chair up to the fire and warmed his great, brown hands before the blaze. " What d'ye think now, Captain Meadows," he asked presently, glancing up at his superior officer. " Didn't I warn you what would be the upshot of having those niggers on board the 'Belinda?'" 132 The captain leaned back in his chair and /aughed heartily. " Didn't I tell you ?" he cried, appealing to us. " Didn't I tell you ?" " It might have been no laughing matter for us," the other remarked, petulantly. " I have lost a good sea-kit and nearly lost my life into the bargain." " Do I understand you to say," said I, " that you attribute your misfortunes to your ill-fated passengers?" The mate opened his eyes at the adjective. Why ill-fated, sir?" he asked. " Because they are most certainly drowned," I answered. He sniffed incredulously and went on warm- Ing his hands. " Men of that kind are never drowned," he said, after a pause. " Their father, the devil, looks after them. Did you see them standing on the poop and rolling cigarettes at the time when the mizzen was carried away and the quarter-boats stove ? That was enough for me. I'm not surprised at you landsmen not being able to take it in, but the captain, here, who's been sailing since he was the height of the binnacle, ought to know by this time that a cat and a priest are the worst cargo you can carry. If a Christian priest is bad, I guess au idolatrous 133 pagan one is fifty times worse. I stand by the old religion, and be d d to it I" My father and I could not help laughing at the rough sailor's very unorthodox way of proclaiming his orthodoxy. The mate, how- ever, was evidently in deadly earnest, and pro- ceeded to state his case, marking off the different points upon the rough, red fingers of his left hand. " It was at Kurrachee, directly after they come, that I warned ye," he said, reproachfully, to the captain. " There was three Buddhist Lascars in my watch, and what did they do when them chaps come aboard ? Why, they down on their stomachs and rubbed their noses on the deck that's what they did. They wouldn't ha' done as much for an admiral of the R'yal Navy. They know who's who these nig- gers do ; and I smelled mischief the moment I saw them on their faces. I asked them after- wards in your presence, captain, why they had done it, and they answered that the passengers were holy men. You heard 'em yourself." " Well, there's no harm in that, Hawkins," said Captain Meadows. " I don't know that, the mate said, doubt- fully. " The holiest Christian is the one that's nearest God, but the holiest nigger is, in my opinion, the one that's nearest the devil. Then you saw yourself, Captain Meadows, how they went on during the voyage, reading books that was writ on wood instead o' paper, and sitting up right through the night to jabber together on the quarter-deck. What did they want to have a chart of their own for and to mark the course of the vessel every day ?" " They didn't," said the captain. " Indeed they did, and if I did not tell you sooner it was because you were always ready to laugh at what I said about them. They had instruments o' their own when they used them I can't say but every day at noon they worked out the latitude and longitude, and marked out the vessel's position on a chart that was pinned on their cabin table. I saw them at it, and so did the steward from his pantry." " Well, I don't see what you prove from that," the captain remarked, " though I confess it is a strange thing." " I'll tell you another strange thing," said the mate, impressively. " Do you know the name of this bay in which we are cast away ?" " I have learned from our kind friends here that we arc upon the Wigtownshire coast," the 135 captain answered, " but I have not heard the name of the bay." The mate leaned forward with a grave face. " It is the Bay of Kirkmaiden," he said. If he expected to astonish Captain Meadows he certainly succeeded, for that gentleman was fairly bereft of speech for a minute or more. " That is really marvellous," he said, after a time, turning to us. " These passengers of ours cross-questioned us early in the voyage as to the existence of a bay of that name. Hawkins here and I denied all knowledge of one, for on the chart it is included in the Bay of Luce. That we should eventually be blown into it and destroyed is an extraordinary coincidence." " Too extraordinary to be a coincidence," growled the mate. " I saw them during the calm yesterday morning, pointing to the land over our starboard quarter. They knew well enough that that was the port they were mak- ing for." " What do you make of it all, then, Hawkins ?" asked the captain with a troubled face ; " what is your own theory on the matter?" " Why, in my opinion," the mate answered, " them three swabs have no more difficulty in raising a gale o* wind than I should have in 1 3 6 swallowing this here grog. They had reasons o* their own for coming to this God-forsaken sav- ing your presence, sirs this God-forsaken bay, and they took a short cut to it by arranging to be blown ashore there. That's my idea o' the matter, though what three Buddhist priests could find to do in the Bay of Kirkmaiden is clean past my comprehension." My father raised his eyebrows to indicate the doubt which his hospitality forbade him from putting into words. " I think, gentlemen," he said, " that you are both sorely in need of rest after your perilous adventures. If you will fol- low me I shall lead you to your rooms." He conducted them with old-fashioned ceremony to the laird's best spare bedroom, and then return- ing to me in the parlor, proposed that we should go down together to the beach and learn whether anything fresh had occurred. The first pale light of dawn was just appear- ing in the east when we made our way for the second time to the scene of the shipwreck. The gale had blown itself out, but the sea was still very high, and all inside the breakers was a seething, gleaming line of foam, as though the fierce old ocean was gnashing its white teeth at the victims who had escaped from its clutches. 137 All along the beach the fishermen and crofters were hard at work hauling up spars and barrels as fast as they were tossed ashore. None of them had seen any bodies, however, and they explained to us that only such things as could float had any chance of coming ashore, for the undercurrent was so strong that whatever was beneath the surface must infallibly be swept out to sea. As to the possibility of the unfortnate passengers having been able to reach the shore, these practical men would not hear of it for a moment, and showed us conclusively that if they had not been drowned they must have been dashed to pieces upon the rocks. " We did all that could be done," my father said, as we returned home. " I am afraid that the poor mate has had his reason affected by the suddenness of the disaster. Did you hear what he said about Buddhist priests raising a gale ?" " Yes, I heard him," said I. " It was very paintul to listen to him," said my father. " I wonder if he would object to my putting a small mustard plaster under each of his ears. It would relieve any congestion of the brain. Or perhaps it would be best to wake him up and give him two antibilious pills. What do you think, Jack?" " I think," said I with a yawn, " that you had best let him sleep, and go to sleep yourself. You can physic him in the morning if he needs it." So saying I stumbled off to my bedroom, and throwing myself upon the couch, was soon in a dreamless slumber. CHAPTER XII. OF THE THREE FOREIGN MEN UPON THE COAST. IT must have been eleven or twelve o'clock before I woke up, and it seemed to me, in the flood of golden light which streamed into my chamber, that the wild, tumultuous episodes of the night before must have formed part of some fantastic dream. It was hard to believe that the gentle breeze which whispered so softly among the ivy-leaves around my window was caused by the same element which had shaken the very house a few short hours before. It was as if Nature had repented of her momentary passion and was endeavoring to make amends to an in- jured world by its warmth and its sunshine. A chorus of birds in the garden below filled the whole air with their wonder and congratula- tions. Down in the hall I found a number of the ship, wrecked sailors, looking all the better for their night's repose, who setup a buzz of pleasure and gratitude upon seeing me. Arrangements had been made to drive them to Wigtown, whence 140 they were to proceed to Glasgow by the evea. ing train, and my father had given orders that each should be served with a packet of sand- wiches and hard-boiled eggs to sustain him on the way. Captain Meadows thanked us warmly in the name of his employers for the manner in which we had treated them, and he called for three cheers from his crew, which were very heartily given. He and the mate walked down with us after we had broken our fast, to have a last look at the scene of his disaster. The great bosom of the bay was still heaving convulsively, and its waves were breaking into sobs against the rocks, but there was none of that wild turmoil which we had seen in the early morning. The long emerald ridges, with their smart little cockades of foam, rolled slowly and majestically in, to break with a regular rhythm the panting of a tired monster. A cable length from the shore, we could see the main- mast of the bark floating upon the waves, dis- appearing at times in the trough of the sea, and then shooting up towards heaven like a giant javelin, as the rollers tossed it about. Other smaller pieces of wreckage dotted the waters, while innumerable spars and packages were littered over the sands. These were 141 being drawn up and collected in a place of safety by gangs of peasants. I noticed that a couple of broad-winged gulls were hovering and skimming over the scene of the shipwreck as though many strange things were visible to them beneath the waves. At times we could hear their raucous voices as they spoke to one another of what they saw. " She was a leaky old craft," said the captain, looking sadly out to sea ; " but there's always a feeling of sorrow when we see the last of a ship we have sailed in. Well, well, she would have been broken up in any case, and sold for fire- wood." " It looks a peaceful scene," I remarked. " Who would imagine that three men lost their lives last night in those very waters?" "Poor fellows," said the captain, with feeling. " Should they be cast up after our departure, I am sure, Mr. West, that you will have them decently interred.'* I was about to make some reply when the mate burst into a loud guffaw, slapping his thigh and choking with merriment. "If you want to bury them," he said, "you had best look sharp, or they may clear out of the country. You remember what I said last night. Just lo.Q.k at 143 the top of that 'ere hillock, and tell me whether I was in the right or not?" There was a high sand dune some little dis- tance along the coast, and upon the summit of this the figure was standing which had attracted the mate's attention. The captain threw up his hands in astonishment as his eyes rested upon it. " By the eternal," he shouted, " it's Ram Singh himself I Let us overhaul him 1" Taking to his heels in his excitement he raced along the beach, followed by the mate and myself, as well as by one or two of the fishermen who had observed the presence of the stranger. The latter, per. ceiving our approach, came down from his post of observation and walked quietly in our direc- tion, with his head sunk upon his breast, like one who is absorbed in thought. I could not help contrasting our hurried and tumultuous advance with the gravity and dignity of this lonely Oriental, nor was the matter mended when he raised a pair of steady, thought- ful dark eyes and inclined his head in a graceful, sweeping salutation. It seemed to me that we were like a pack of schoolboys in the presence of a master. The stranger's broad, unruffled brow, his clear, searching gaze, firm-set yet sensi- tive mouth, and clean-cut, resolute expression, MS all combined to form the most imposing and noble 1 presence which I have ever known. I could not have imagined that such imperturbable calm and at the same time such a consciousness of latent strength could have been expressed by any human face. He was dressed in a brown velveteen coat, loose, dark trousers, with a shirt which was cut low in the collar, so as to show the muscular brow neck, and he still wore the red fez which I had noticed the night before. I observed with a feeling of surprise, as we approached him, that none of these garments showed the slightest indication of the rough treatment and wetting which they must have received during their wearer's submersion and struggle to the shore. " So you are none the worse for your ducking,'* he said in a pleasant, musical voice, looking from the captain to the mate. " I hope that all your poor sailors have found pleasant quarters." " We are all safe," the captain answered. " But we had given you up for lost you and your two friends. Indeed I was just making arrange- ments for your burial with Mr. West here." The stranger looked at me and smiled. " We won't give Mr. West that trouble for a little time yet," he remarked : " my friends and I came 1 144 ashore all safe, and we have found shelter in a hut a mile or so down the coast. It is lonely down there, but we have everything which we *can desire." " We start for Glasgow this afternoon," said the captain ; " I shall be very glad if you will come with us. If you have not been in England before you may find it awkward traveling alone." " We are very much indebted to you for your thoughtfulness," Ram Singh answered; " but we will not take advantage of your kind offer. Since Nature has driven us here we intend to have a look about us before we leave." "As you like," the captain said, shrugging his shoulders. " I don't think you are likely to fin* very much to interest you in this hole of a place." * Very possibly not," Ram Singh answered >nth an amused smile. " You remember Milton's Macs: The mind is (ts own place, and In itself Can make a hell of heaven, a heaven of helL' I daresay we can spend a few days here com. fortably enough. Indeed, I think } r ou must bo Wrong in considering this to be a barbarous locality. I am much mistaken if this young us gentleman's father is not Mr. James Hunter West, whose name is known and honored by the pundits of India." " My father is, indeed, a well-known Sanscrit scholar," I answered, in astonishment. " The presence of such a man," observed the stranger, slowly, " changes a wilderness into a city. One great mind is surely a higher indica- tion of civilization than are incalculable leagues of bricks, and mortar. Your father is hardly as profound as Sir William Jones, or as universal as the Baron Von Hammer-Purgstall, but he combines many of the virtues of each. You may tell him, however, from me that he is mistaken in the analogy which he has traced between the Samoyede and Tamulic word roots." " If you have determined to honor our neigh- borhood by a short stay," said I, " you will of- fend my father very much if you do not put up with him. He represents the laird here, and it is the laird's privilege, according to our Scottish custom, to entertain all strangers of repute who visit his parish." My sense of hospitality prompted me to deliver this invitation, though I could feel the mate twitching at my sleeve as if to warn me that the offer was, for some reason, an objectionable one. His fears mere, however, unnecessary, for the stranger signified by a shako of the head that it was impossible for him to accept it. " My friends and I are very much obliged to you," he said, " but we have our own reasons for remaining where we are. The hut which we occupy is deserted and partly ruined, but we Easterns have trained ourselves to do without most of those things which are looked upon as necessaries in Europe, believing firmly in that wise axiom that a man is rich, not in proportion to what he has, but in proportion to what he can dispense with. A good fisherman supplies us with bread and with herbs, we have clean, dry straw for our couches, what could man wish for more ?" " But you must feel the cold at night, coming straight from the tropics," remarked the cap- tain. " Perhaps our bodies are cold sometimes. We have not noticed it. We have all three spent many years in the Upper Himalayas, on the border of the region of eternal snow, so we are not very sensitive to inconveniences of the sort.*' " At least," said I, " you must allow me to send you over some fish and some meat from our larder." 147 " We are not Christians," he answered, " but Buddhists of the higher school. We do not recognize that man has a moral right to slay an ox or a fish for the gross use of his human body. He has not put life into them, and has assuredly no mandate from the Almighty to take life from them save under the most pressing need. We could not, therefore, use your gift if you were to send it." " But, sir," 1 remonstrated, " if in this change- able and inhospitable climate you refuse all nourishing food, your vitality will fail you you will die." " We shall die, then," he answered, with a bright smile. " And now, Captain Meadows, I must bid you adieu, thanking you for your kind- ness during the voyage, and you, too, good-by you will command a ship of your own before the year is out. I trust, Mr. West, that I may see you again before I leave this part of the country. Farewell !" He raised his red fez, inclined his noble head with the stately grace which characterized all his actions, and strode away in the direction from which he had come. " Let me congratulate you, Mr. Hawkins," said the captain to the mate, as we walked home 148 wards. " You are to command your own ship within the year." " No such luck," the mate answered, with a pleased smile upon his mahogany face ; " still there's no saying how things may come out. What d'ye think of him, Mr. West !" " Why," said I, " I am very much interested in him. What a magnificent head and bearing he has for a young man. I suppose he cannot be more than thirty." " Forty," said the mate. " Sixty, if he is a day," remarked Captain Meadows. " Why, I have heard him talk quite familiarly of the first Afghan war. He was a man then, and that is close on forty years ago." " Wonderful !" I ejaculated. " His skin is as smooth and his eyes are as clear as mine are. He is the superior priest of the three, no doubt." " The inferior," said the captain, confidently. " That is why he does all the talking for them. Their minds are too elevated to descend to mere worldly chatter." " They are the strangest pieces of flotsam and jetsam that ever was thrown upon this coast," I remarked. " My father will be mightily inter, ested in them.*' " Indeed, I think the fesy **ou have to do with 149 them the better for you," said the mate. " If I do command my own ship I'll promise you that I never carry live stock of that sort on board of her. But here we are all aboard and the anchor tripped, so we must bid you good-by." The wagonette had just finished loading up when we arrived, and the chief places, on either side of the driver, had been reserved for my two companions, who speedily sprang into them. With a chorus of cheers the good fellows whirled away down the road, while my father, Esther and I stood upon the lawn and waved our hands to them until they disappeared behind the Cloomber woods, en route for the Wigtown rail- way station. Bark and crew had both vanished now from our little world, the only relic of either being the heaps of debris upon the beach, which were to lie there until the arrival of an agent from Lloyd's. i$o CHAPTER XIII. IN WHICH I SEE THAT WHICH HAS BEEN SEEN BY- FEW. AT dinner that evening I mentioned to my father the episode of the three Buddhist priests, and found, as I had expected, that he was very much interested by my account of them. When, however, he heard of the high manner in which Ram Singh had spoken of him, and the dis- tinguished position which he had assigned him among philologists, he became so excited that it was all we could do to prevent him from setting off then and there to make his acquaintance. Esther and I were relieved and glad when we at last succeeded in abstracting his boots and maneuvering him to his bedroom, for the excit- ing events of the last twenty-four hours had been too much for his weak frame and delicate nerves. I was sitting at the open porch in the gloam- ing, turning over in my mind the unexpected events which had occurred so rapidly the gale, the wreck, the rescue, and the strange character of the castaways when my sister came quietly over to me and put her hand in mine. " Don't you think, Jack," she said, in her low, sweet voice, " that we are forgetting our friends over at Cloomber? Hasn't all this excitement driven their fears and their danger out oi our heads ?" i88 to avoid it. My son, we shall never set eyes on your father again. You may marvel at my dry eyes ; but if you knew as I know the peace which death would bring him, you could not find it in your heart to mourn for him. All pursuit is, I feel, vain ; and yet some pursuit there must be. Let it be as private as possible. We cannot serve him better than by consulting his wishes.' " ' But every minute is precious,' I cried. 1 Even now he may be calling upon us to rescue him from the clutches of these dark-skinned fiends.* The thought so maddened me that I rushed out of the house and down to the high road, but once there I had no indication in which direc- tion to turn. The whole wide moor lay before me, without a sign of movement upon its broad expanse. I listened, but not a sound broke the perfect stillness of the night. It was then, my dear friends, as I stood, not knowing in which direction to turn, that the horror and responsu bility broke full upon me. I felt that I was com- bating against forces of which I knew nothing. All was strange and dark and terrible. The thought of you, and of the help which I might look for from your advice and assistance, was a beacon of hope to me. At Branksome, at least, I8 9 I should receive sympathy, and, above all, direc- tions as to what I should do ; for my mind is in Such a whirl that I cannot trust my own judg- ment. My mother was content to be alone, my sister asleep, and no prospect of being able to do anything until daybreak. Under those cir- cumstances what more natural than that I should fly to you as fast as my feet would carry me ? You have a clear head, Jack ; speak out, man, and tell me what I should do. Esther, what should I do?" He turned from one to the other of us with outstretched hands and eager, ques- tioning eyes. " You can do nothing while the darkness lasts," I answered. " We must report the matter to the Wigtown police ; but we need not send our message to them until we are actually start- ing upon the search, so as to comply with the law and yet have a private investigation, as your mother wishes. John Fullarton, over the hill, has a lurcher dog which is as good as a blood- hound. If we set him on the general's trail he will run him down if he has to follow him to John o' Groats.'* " It is terrible to wait calmly here while he may need our assistance." * I fear our assistance could under any circum- 190 stances do him little good. There are forces at work here which are beyond human interven- tion. Besides, there is no alternative. We have, apparently, no possible clue as to the direction which they have taken, and for us to wander aimlessly over the moor in the darkness would be to waste the strength which may be more profitably used in the morning. It will be daylight by five o'clock. In an u hour or so we can walk over the hill together and get Fullar- ton's dog." " Another hour !" Mordaunt groaned, " every minute seems an age." " Lie down on the sofa again and rest your- self," said I. " You cannot serve your father better than by laying .up all the strength you can, for we may have a weary trudge before us. But you mentioned a packet which the general had intended for me." " It is here," he answered, drawing a small, flat parcel from his pocket and handing it over to me ; " you will find, no doubt, that it will explain all which has been so mysterious." The packet was sealed at either end with black wax, bearing the impress of the flying griffin, which I knew to be the general's crest. It was further secured by a band of broad tape which I cut with my pocket knife. Across the outside was written, in bold handwriting: "J Fothergill West, Esq.,'* and underneath, " To be handed to that gentleman in the event of the disappearance or decease of Major-General J. B. Heatherstone, V. C, C. B., late of the Indian Army." So at last I was to know the dark secret which had cast a shadow over our lives. Here in my hands I held the solution of it. With eager fingers I broke the seals and undid the wrapper. A note and a small bundle of dis- colored paper lay within. I drew the lamp over to me and opened the former. It was dated from the preceding afternoon, and ran in this way: MY DEAR WEST, I should have satisfied your very natural curiosity on the subject which we have had occasion to talk of more than once, but I refrained for your own sake. I knew by sad experience how unsettling and unnerving it is to be forever waiting for a catastrophe which you are convinced must befall, and which you can neither avert nor accelerate. Though it affects me specially, as being the person most concerned, I am still conscious that the natural sympathy which I hav Fiction SINLESS A By MAUD H. 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